#visit can either be taken sexually or just like regularly

[ggots]

MILV (mutual id like to visit)

[jojikawa]

Ice Cream & Kisses 🍨

Sukuna makes Yuuji agree to terms that involve visiting you more regularly.

tw// fluff, adult language, MC is Lilith! (a powerful demoness), lewd/suggestive themes.

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Yuuji found himself pretty exhausted from his excessive training at school, so when he finally got back to his dorm, he was just grateful to be in bed again. This is how things went for a while until he had taken Sukuna to meet you again for the first time. Now, he bothered Yuuji every night. The helpless boy was caught in the middle of a love that lasted thousands of years. The King of Curses thoughts of you bled into his own. It made Yuuji curious about what your relationship with Sukuna was like. On the surface, you seemed kind and gentle. Your voice was soft-spoken and you were utterly gorgeous as your beauty was unaffected by age.

Although, your sheep’s clothing didn’t change the wolf that was inside. You were the Goddess of Demons. The first woman, condemned by God themself and turned into the first woman-shaped demon. If Sukuna is supposed to be this terrifying threat, he couldn’t imagine what sort of threat you’d be. To be honest, he was just grateful that you are as docile as you come off to be. For now, at least.

So, when Ryomen Sukuna approached Yuuji with an offer, he wasn’t too on the fence about the whole thing.

“New rules, kid. Trust me, you’re gonna like them too.” 

A mouth on the side of Yuuji’s face formed to utter these words. With his eyebrows knitted together, he replied “Whenever I agree to something with you, it never goes well. I don’t believe you when you say I’ll ‘like’ them either!” Then he proceeded to fold his pillow over to suffocate Sukuna’s mouth so that he could rest. 

“Don’t you wanna lay your head down somewhere other than this shitty bed?!”

Suddenly, Yuuji became a bit self-conscious of the bed he had been lying in. The school beds were fine…right? However, he noticed how his back would hurt sometimes. Sukuna spoke his new terms to which Yuuji reluctantly agreed.

“You listen to me and you listen closely. After school, you go find her. I won’t ask again. Understood?”

It was the evening. You had spent nearly all day at the local elementary school before you walked the children to their routes as usual before going to your spacious apartment. The weather was distrustful. It was spring so it would rain, but some days it would be dry and others you’d even still feel the bitter cold of winter nipping at your cheeks and making them sore.

After your talk with Sukuna again, you expected him to take what you said seriously. You didn’t know how the two of you could be together with Yuuji always around. It was awkward. So, you wanted him to figure out his situation first. You dangled the possibility over his head the way you would a biscuit for a dog.

knock! knock! knock!

You had just sat down on your couch, hot cocoa in hand when you heard a series of knocks at your door. You hoped that it wasn’t your disturbing neighbor. Anything but her. Instead of setting your mug down, you took it with you to the door.

Upon opening it, you saw that it was—

“You found me again.” You smugly sipped your drink as you laid eyes upon Yuuji. A blush of embarrassment covered his face. “He made me come.” He couldn’t help but shut his eyes when he caught the sight of what you chose to wear. There was nothing sexual about it at all—really. It’s just that Sukuna’s filthy thoughts shouted over Yuuji’s innocent ones. Internally, he ushered the boy to open his eyes so that the King of Curses could see you in all of your glory. 

“You can come in, I suppose.” You stepped aside, allowing the boy to come in. Getting inside, he took in the familiar warmth of the living space. It was cozy and suited for one person. Carpeted rugs, couches with fuzzy pillows, feminine-scented items, and lastly…demons?

“What is that!?” Yuuji yelled, pointing in disbelief at the small imp that was stalking him in the doorway of your kitchen. It was a small, ugly thing…looking like some sort of deformed animal. In its clawed hand was a can of febreeze that it dropped and ran away out of fear of the human, Yuuji. 

“It’s getting away!” The boy added, causing you to laugh. “Oh, don’t worry. That's one of my little helpers. His name is Gnaar.” 

“You just have those things running around? Isn’t that dangerous?” Yuuji frowned. You figured that he wasn’t able to differentiate curses and demons.

“No,” Your eyes rolled to the left, sipping more of your drink. “They’re harmless.” You gave him a reassuring smile. “I know you didn’t come all this way for nothing. Feel free to have a seat.”

Yuuji then saw you sit your cup down and disappear into the kitchen. For a few moments, he sat in silence—or what seemed like it.

“You brat! Let me talk to her!”

Tired of his yelling, Yuuji gave control to Sukuna, trusting that you’d make him behave or else the student would suffer consequences from his teachers and probably all of Jujustu Society.

The King of Curses was able to take in his environment without being a passenger within the vessel. The way the room smelled was familiar and it reminded him so much of you. His eyes darted to the nearby mug you had been drinking from. Lazily picking it up, he sniffed it. It was chocolatey…then he proceeded to down the remaining contents before licking his lips. That was when you emerged from the next room. You had witnessed him setting the mug back down. Naturally, your eyebrows knitted together. Sukuna helping himself to your stuff was nothing new.

“Oh, Ryo. I was just making you a cup!” You scold him like an upset mother. Sukuna turned his head towards you, his mouth curling into a grin. He loved being annoying. To you—most of all. “What’s yours is mine.” He noticed that you were holding a tray. It had a fresh cup of hot cocoa and a bowl of…ice cream. In a moment, you were back on the couch next to him. It was nice to see you like this finally. You wore a sleeved white shirt that was appropriate for the weather, but it was low cut, showing off your cleavage. The shirt was cropped where it showed off your belly. As for your bottoms, you were wearing thick leggings that were tight enough to show your shapely body.

“Excuse me.” You handed him his mug of cocoa which he took. He had the entire thing in one gulp with no caution to the temperature. “Ah…HEY, GNAAR GET IN HERE!”

Gnaar came running in, tripping over his own hooves to heed Sukuna’s request.

“Don’t yell at him.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his obedience. It was only slightly but you had become giddy with excitement. Gnaar took the empty dishes to the kitchen. “God, I missed that little freak.” He watched the imp stumble into the next room. “He certainly hasn’t missed you.” You replied as you reached for the ice cream. It was Neapolitan.

“I have something I want to share with you.” Instinctively, you scooted over towards Sukuna. On the inside, Yuuji felt his heart skip a beat when your thigh touched Sukuna’s. It was hard for him to believe that Sukuna could have his heart rate quicken at your actions. 

“It doesn’t look like anything.” He faked a bored tone so that you’d continue. “It’s ice cream. Surely you’ve had it since this vessel has found you?”

His nose scrunched up. “No.” He replied flatly. Or maybe, he didn’t remember having it? He didn’t pay attention to the things Yuuji consumed so this would probably be his first time having modern ice cream.

“Then try some, Darling.”

Sukuna hadn’t even noticed how close you were to him now. He wasn’t used to the two of you being at eye level. The time you spent together was mostly you trying to navigate his large body. He missed the days when you’d climb onto his lap and he’d let you do whatever you wanted to him. But he liked this too. This was—normal.

Sukuna let you feed him the ice cream. It was only a spoonful but he already knew he liked it. It was cold but sweet. It sent a pleasant tingle to his cheeks that made him want to smile. He resisted this feeling, but couldn’t stop himself from wanting more. You patiently waited for his subtle expressions. You weren’t able to tell if he liked it or not.

“Did I tell you to stop?” 

You placed a hand on your cheek. “Aw, so Ryo does like ice cream. But you have to eat it slowly.” You gave Ryo another spoonful. He grew impatient, demanding he feed himself. Of course, he gave himself a brain freeze doing so.

“I tried to warn you.” You watched as Sukuna held his head and squeezed his eyes shut. He muttered curses under his breath as he felt no relief and couldn’t bring himself to do anything else about it.

The bowl of ice cream was gone and simply a dish waiting to be taken away by Gnaar. Although, you grew concerned when it seemed like he wasn’t recovering from it. “Ryo~” Your arms snaked around his neck and you pulled his body towards you. Sukuna felt your lips press upon his temple and his cold headache magically disappeared. 

“Do that again.”

On instinct, you rolled your eyes. “Of course.”

You placed a kiss on his temple again. Another on his cheek and then on his jaw. He reveled in your kisses. They felt like heaven; a reward for simply existing because existing is exhausting.

He almost wanted to return the favor. You see, Ryomen Sukuna isn’t exactly the best at reciprocating any love that wasn’t a display of power. He was the best at killing things, pleasing during sex, and scaring any man who dares to breathe in your direction…but kissing, cuddling, holding…that was your thing. Ryo hasn’t even said those sacred three words. He hoped that you could feel how pure his love is for you or at least, him killing your evil ex-husband aided in conveying his feelings. He genuinely believed he didn’t deserve you but he was too selfish to ever part from you. 

Ryomen Sukuna wanted you all to himself. 

“There. You should feel better now.” Your lips curved into a smile that brought him peace. The same thing kept running through his head. Things are “normal” now. Sukuna despised being inside the body of a punk like Yuuji but it surely had its perks.

“Can I kiss you?”

Normally, he wouldn’t need to ask but you were confused. Your lover looked as if he were in a daze. Your watchful eyes could see every micro-expression on his face but he still managed to make things hard to understand since he was always sure of himself. You expected more of a Kiss me or a very commanding I deserve my reward for being your husband but you entertained him nonetheless. Is he asking for permission? You just had to tease him.

“Just a kiss? Knowing you, you’d probably want to take it a step further but I don’t know…you’re not exactly my type anymore.” You stifled a laugh by placing your fingertips over your mouth. There it was again. A reminder that he wasn’t in his own body or at his pull strength. But it was fine. He enjoyed it. 

He liked to know you preferred his true form when he thought about it. Sukuna felt so ugly in the Heian Era. Before you, the only things to satisfy him were wailing concubines and prostitutes who didn't enjoy his presence because of his huge body, four arms, and two mouths.

“What does it matter?!” He spat, behaving like a total tsundere at times. “That’s what you want anyway right?!” Oh, how he longed to be inside of you again. 

“Hm..” Your eyes rolled to the left as you pretended to think. “I’m not sure. Two fewer arms wouldn’t be as fun in bed.”

“I can still please you.” He quipped.

“I guess you’ll have to prove it to me…but not—“

You were silenced by Sukuna’s lips being pressed to yours. It wasn't his usual hungry kiss where it felt like he was trying to devour your face. It was sweet—no, innocent…desperate, like if he stopped, you’d disappear like a moment in time. Your belly filled with butterflies, making you put your hands on his chest to push him away, but he didn’t budge.

It wasn’t until Sukuna finally pulled away that you got a breath of air. Even he was slightly panting at his actions. You’ve never experienced such raw emotions from him…you kinda liked it.

“Why even ask if you’re just gonna do it huh, Ryo?” You smirked, making him even more flushed than he already was. “Shut up.” He grumbled before running a hand through his hair. What did you expect? The two of you have been sitting here this long. How long is he supposed to go without it?

On the inside, Yuuji expected you to scold Sukuna but he saw you smile instead. You didn’t seem to take offense to the King of Curses telling you to shut up. 

“I actually like it when you make the first move like that.” You scooted even closer and leaned your body against his. Whether you knew it or not, your chest was pressing up against his arm. “Do it again~!” 

You were literally peak woman.

So, of course, he gave into your temptation. He couldn’t resist your plush lips. Especially after getting a taste just now. It was an open mouth kiss. He practically shoved his tongue into your mouth. You could taste the lingering ice cream on his lips and tongue. 

Briefly, he would pull away just to nuzzle into your neck and take in your perfume. He was being romantic and he didn’t even realize it. It made you feel so wanted. Neither of you was able to fight the bottled-up feelings you had for each other.

Hi! hope you liked this part. I’m already working on the next part. I’ll be working in more Lilith themes to help expand on your relationship with Sukuna and also an explanation for “Adam” in future parts :3

[zoeykallus]

Hi again! Thanks for taking time out to read this. I have two requests so feel free to do both or either. First one is a little odd. Falling in love but with 99 as a virgin? Does not need to be sexual. Second is washing your bad batcher in a bath after they had a rough day and really taking care of them? (Maybe lots of sweet kisses for tech without his goggles or working out cramps in crosshairs hands from holding his rifle all day?)

Aloha! I did a take on your first idea in a way before, here. Not sure if this is what you had in mind. And as for your second idea, I really like it :)) The boys can certainly use some relaxation.

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Everyone Needs Someone Who Cares

Fluff/'Slightly' Suggestive

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Hunter

He sighs in relief, tired and relaxed at the same time, as he leans back in the hot bathwater you've poured for him. Hunter has had a hard day, his muscles and headache. You've taken extra care to make the bath additive as odorless as possible to relieve his senses a little.

You invited him to your apartment, where you have a real bathroom and a real tub, something Hunter rarely gets to see unless he's visiting. He has his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the water, the quiet.

Your gaze travels along his wonderful, toned body, over and over, looking at him like this, you can hardly believe he's real.

You hear his smoky voice gently, teasingly ask, "What are you looking at so closely?"

As you look up into his face, startled, his eyelids are half-closed, and a small smirk is on his lips.

"I'm just looking at this incredibly handsome man lying there in my bathtub," you say with heated cheeks and a shy smile.

Hunter laughs softly.

Your hands move to the back of his neck and gently caress it, then your fingers move into his hair. You take some shampoo and massage it into his hair. You take your time, massaging his scalp.

Hunter's eyelids flutter, he sighs softly, pleasurably, he's putty in your hands. You're not in a hurry, not at all, you take your time pampering him a little. When you finally wash his hair, grab a sponge and continue with his shoulders, he finally opens his eyes and says smokily, "Take off your clothes and come in here."

Echo

Actually, he has gotten used to the prostheses, at least mentally, but his body still has its difficulties with them. Incorrect posture and weight shifting often result in every remaining muscle in his body aching in the evening when Echo comes to rest.

Of course, you know about it, you can see it in his posture and furrowed brow. He doesn't complain, he doesn't talk about it, but you know it anyway.

One evening, you run him a hot bath, but Echo looks rather critical.

"I'd have to take off my prostheses for a proper bath with bath additives, soap residue can damage my joints. I don't know if I'm ready for you to see me like this," he says quietly, a little unsure.

"Echo, I love you just the way you are, with or without prosthetics doesn't matter to me, I knew about it from the beginning and it never bothered me."

He takes a deep breath and sits down on the edge of the tub, he looks at you hesitantly and asks you very softly, "Will you help me?"

You nod and say softly, "Of course."

Together you remove his prosthetics, legs and arm, then you carefully help him into the tub. Echo's pulse races, he pays close attention to your face, every reaction, the fear that you will now see him with different eyes, almost chokes him in the first moment.

But you smile at him, happy, loving. He blinks, then he smiles too.

"The water is perfect," he says softly, "The warmth will relax my muscles."

"Good, that's what it's meant for"

As Echo really relaxes for the first time in a long time, you gently wash his body. With a sponge, you stroke his skin as he surrenders to your tender care.

Wrecker

He is a big, muscle-heavy guy. Wrecker regularly has back and neck pain because wherever he goes, his surroundings are rarely adapted to his size, and in general, thanks to his enormous strength, he often exaggerates when lifting things. Of course, occasional aches and strains are bound to happen.

One evening you have massage oil and preheated towels ready when Wrecker comes to visit you in your apartment. He looks at the prepared utensils and asks with a smile, "What do you have planned for me today?"

"You'll see," you reply with a smirk, "Jump in the shower and join me in the bedroom."

While Wrecker is showering in your bathroom and you can hear him happily, singing loudly, you have covered the bed with an extra sheet to protect your mattress from the massage oil.

As Wrecker comes out of the bathroom, clad only in a towel around his hips, you can't help but admire him, his height, his broad stature, but more importantly, the loving, broad smile on his lips as he looks at you.

He flings himself springily onto the bed, almost throwing you off balance.

"So? What are you up to?" he asks with a sweet smirk.

You ask him to lie down on his stomach and Wrecker complies, stretching with pleasure and waiting. As you spread the warmed massage oil on your hands and start massaging his shoulders and back, he moans with pleasure.

"Mmmh, Mesh'la, that's a wonderful idea".

Massaging Wrecker is pretty hard work, his muscles are so massive and firm that you have to use a lot of force to massage them effectively. But it's worth the effort to give your beloved giant some relaxation. He is always so affectionate and considerate with you, he has thoroughly earned your care.

Tech

He rarely admits that he is tired, but some days it is still obvious. Tech solves at least a dozen problems of various natures every day and is usually up longer than his brothers.

On one of those days, already late in the evening, you're asleep on the sofa when he comes into your apartment.

"Sorry, I know I'm late," Tech says, smiling tiredly at you as you wake up and sit up, "I didn't mean to wake you."

You stretch, gently kissing his cheek and carefully reaching for his goggles. Tech leans back on the sofa, you can tell he feels leaden and tired. You move closer to him and gently pull off his goggles. Wearing his goggles for hours has left deep marks. His hair is a bit tousled. He blinks tiredly and rubs his eyes.

"But now I can hardly see you," he says wearily and wants to take the goggles from your hand, but you put them down out of his reach for the moment.

Tech blinks and feels for you, half blind.

"Where did you put them?"

You say gently but firmly, "Forget your visual aid for a moment."

"I- okay"

You lean closer to him, gently caressing his temples and kissing the marks of the goggles around his eyes. You hear him sigh softly, his shoulders slowly sink down as he relaxes and his eyes close.

One of his arms wraps around your middle as you lean so close to him. He enjoys your gentle touch with small soft sighs.

"You are so good to me, Cyare".

"My poor darling," you purr to him.

You continue to gently massage his temples, covering his face with soft kisses. Of course you notice that he is slowly drifting away, he is terribly tired. But that's okay, he has definitely earned some rest.

You can hear him whisper softly, "I love you", just before he falls asleep.

Carefully, you tuck him in and snuggle up by his side.

"I love you too"

Crosshair

He had been lying in wait all day with his rifle, and in the end he had not fired a single shot. He had lain in the dirt on the hill for nothing. Crosshair's shoulders are stiff and his hands ache.

He sits at your dinner table in the evening, rubbing his palms and fingers with a furrowed brow, letting his shoulders roll over and over.

You've just eaten, and you've cleared the table when you see him sitting there like that.

"Are you okay?" you ask cautiously.

"Sure."

You put your hands on your hips and look at him silently.

"What?" he asks reluctantly.

"The truth please"

He rolls his eyes but finally answers, "Muscle tension in my hands and shoulders, that happens a lot when you lay in wait all day with a rifle"

You lead him into your living room and ask him to sit in the large armchair. With a critical eye, he does as he is told, and he watches what you do. When you put a heating blanket around his shoulders, he looks at you questioningly.

"It's not cold"

"The heat relaxes your shoulder muscles."

You sit down on the armrest of the chair and taking one of his deft hands, start massaging it. Crosshair blinks, at first not sure how to react, but finally he leans back with a sigh.

"That's not bad at all," he admits, closing his eyes.

As you massage his other hand and kiss the tips of his wonderful, long fingers, he opens his eyes and shifts a little restlessly in his chair.

"Kitten, this is no longer relaxing but arousing".

You look at him and ask, "Does that bother you?"

His reply is a cheeky little smirk.

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[saltyztuna]

fun bits abt ser list

has a shelf with human teeth in her home.

they were acquired with consent dw, they were donated or given to her by friends/family or villagers as offerings. since in her world healing magic has evolved to a point to where if needed teeth and even limbs can be regenerated(to some degree) if your from one of the magic inclined races or just have a lot of exposure to the stuff.. it can’t really help with wounds made manifest from mental scars but for most people it works.. so long as you gotta enough like living stuff that got ur dna in it. like teeth are fairly easy since they’re tiny and medics can just use transfiguration on a small amount of genetic material.fair portion of the teeth she has are either baby teeth or teeth lost in skirmishes by friends. think it’d be fun once she makes new friends or when she gets in a serious romantic relationship- she’s all like

“I’m about to ask you a very strange question but I need you to bear with me here- if you have any spare teeth hanging around that came outta your mouth, Can I have them?” “Haha that’s a very… weird joke my love..” “I’m being serious Argenti ..”

Probably has a tiny box with just Lieve’s Teeth since she does mainly close combat and deals with pugilists alot, so she jjs keeps giving ser her teeth, at least in return she can get healing magic and blood transfusions from ser whenever she needs it!

post rebirth ser saves up money by doing a bunch of side gigs

so she can go adventuring for a few years and she works at a fun themed cafe for a bit and gets to work and serve orders in roller skates

once she earns enough money to travel for a few years she goes adventuring and revisits some of the places she once visited with her adventurer group back in the day, whenever she ends up in one of their hometowns- she visits their graves and just sits and chats with them for a bit.

During these years she also spend time exploring her romantic life and sexuality. It’s a time she spends discovering who she is after years of spending her life in service of others..

Despite believing her mentor abandoned her in her youth and harboring a grudge against him for many years in her youth, she visits his grave yearly and considers him a second father. The weapons she wields true base form are twin blades that she received from him when she was under his care and working as a bandit. She modified them sometime after his death with magic and fervor cores, so now they are able to adapt and adjust to their wielder battle style. They can also serve as a beacon for summons and Seraphina uses them regularly to call upon her familiars to aid her in combat. They are a very archaic form of the gear system current the world of my ocs use. which is similar to dress spheres from ffx-2, people carry a portable wardrobe that stores the magic used to form the gear and the instructions to make the gear inside and then forms them on the wearer when it’s needed.

The actual device most people carry was created by one of Ser’s Incredibly Innovative adventurer friends, which was based on the re-equip glamour lucent magic ser uses..

Ser is a lucent, I say this a lot but I don’t ever explain what exactly that is.. basically they are humanoid creatures that have slight animalalistic traits. Their appearance always varies based on clan and origin. All lucent are descended from the maiden goddess. Who is the patron deity of the City of Cecilia. Depending on the amount of the blood of the goddess flowing their veins, their animal traits and magic gets stronger. How much they have really depends on whether the residual authority of the goddess resonantes with them. Sera specifically is of felis-draconian origin. and her specific clan gain power from a crystal in their home village. Since Sera didn’t spend a lot of time in her home village due to being taken away from her family. Her Lucent magic isn’t practically strong or stable until she moves back home which happens sometime after her adventure.

Sera in her very early youth appeared very catlike with fuzzy paws and clawed peats. She had some scales and a chunky tail too. and some slight fuzzy fur on her body. and cat nose shape… she was very cat like🥹

Bb ser below

Sadly though nowadays she doesn’t have a lot of these qualities. She was harassed a lot because of her appearance and general demeanor.. so she started over correcting herself and forcibly started suppressing a lot of those behaviors. She also uses glamour to hide a lot of her lucent traits.

They can still been seen and noticed slightly if you’re familiar enough with her and look closely enough.

Like she walks on her tip toes a lot and her footsteps are silent because the way her feet are built in her true form are to optimize hunting and climbing.

If something moves too quickly and flits about or runs with their back turned, she will get entranced and will attempt to chase it.

She also has very sensitive senses. Strong smells and noises or particularly bright lights, unnerve her.

Her hair fluffs up when flustered or excited. and horny..

Uh moving on

Ser in her proper form is rather large, which is why when she is glamored into her more human like appearance her hair is so big. she transfers the extra mass into hair, it’s considered a very lazy way to do glamour though. it works for ser though! As to what happens when she has short hair- big weapons is what happens..

[spiralingintotheocverse]

On beginning and end of life

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stances on birth control

birth control is very normalized, well before they even reach sexual maturity. it is better to wait till they are ready than to have an unloved child. during the councils reign birth control was actually restricted, only certain groups and professions could access it.

stances on permanent sterilization

less common than birth control but still normal. humans engage in castration more than daimonia species. diavolo engage in it the least as their genitalia is so fluid theres little research on how castration would affect them.

what age is a respectable age to have children?

seeing as diavolo cannot reproduce until 4,000 (40yo in human terms) the most respectable ages to reprodyce are 30-45 for all species

are there any stereotypes about people who have lots of children? what about children born to different fathers or mothers?

Lots of children is more than five. There are a couple of glances that would occur, especially among people who have more of an insider view into the family. for example, a teacher or a doctor. It's typically a matter of the bearing parent being abused, the bearing parent being an abuser, or sevre mental illness. Thats why it's looked down upon, especially post council. during the councils reign it wasnt uncommon to see families of 12--not by either parents choice.

Having joint families isnt looked down upon, however, having a different father/mother for every single child does raise some red flags for baby trapping, mental illness, and irresponsibility.

stances on abortion

in councils reign it was legally punishable. towards the end of the reign it was allowed for nonviable pregnancies.

now, it's very accessible and normalized, especially seeing as birth control is, at most, 95% effective in eudaimonia species.

stances on miscarriage

during councils reign it was viewed as a tragedy almost on a local level. the council would make the town would get together to mourn. there would be a big ceremony for burial/cremation. if it was suspected abortion a criminal investigation would be conducted.

in modern day it's still viewed as sad, but significantly less. it's just an "oh well. it happens. sorry you feel like shit though"

any rituals for loss of unborn fetus?

the most common ritual is to bury them with flowers and a tree sapling so that their soul can continue to metaphorically grow.

When do obgyn visits start?

10 weeks

who is normally present at these visits?

partner, parent, sibling, or a close friend

what is monitored at these visits?

species specific characteristics; horn bumps, tails, limb length.

health; heart conditions, brain activity and head shape, tail development, etc

when is a pregnancy considered "safe" enough to tell people about? (lower chance of miscarriage)

14 weeks.

who is normally told first about a pregnancy?

partner, parents/immediate family, close friends, employer.

are there sex reveals, or equivalent?

Not in their own official party. sex is revealed in private when the news is first broken, at the baby shower, or at the celebration of life.

Are there baby showers or equivalent?

Yes. The family and friends willingly chip in on the material possessions the parents and baby would need.

is there a celebration of life ritual after the baby is born?

TBA.

how are babies dressed immediately after birth?

all babies are dressed in colorless dress like onesies and then swaddled

how are infants dressed after newborn stage?

colorless dresses

how are toddlers dressed?

Colorless dresses for less mobile ones and pants/shirts for mobile ones.

How are bowel movements taken care of? (diapers, just swimming in water, etc) what are the materials necessary made of?

most use diapers. mer are able to regularly wash their young.

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stances on suicide?

suicide is the leading cause of death for mages and vampires. It's extremely prevelant and common, but theres still a lot of resentment because of how devastating it is for communities.

stances on assisted/medical suicide?

assisted suicide due to severe mental impairment or physical problems that will not improve over time is permissible.

assisted suicide due to mental illness or common chronic pain is not.

how normalized is making a will before youre on deaths door?

Because so many people live for so long, they usually end up amassing a lot of wealth or comfort in their lives. everyone has lots of expensive jewelry. wills are necessary

Nursing homes?

nursing homes are common among humans and chattels, even vampires. but most other species do not show signs of aging to need nursing homes. assisted living for those wjo have physical or mental disabilities exist regardless

Burial ceremonies?

most eudaimonia use cremation, either as a way to honor their pyro side or because pagos live where the ground is frozen most of the time. keeping the ashes in an urn or scattering them is dependant on individual.

elves have a community burial chamber to put dead bodies without digging too deep in hard forest soil while still keeping most animals out.

harpies also have a burial chamber they dig deep into the mountains.

Mers typically release the body to be consumed.

[mykingdomforasong]

Story idea… skymandolo accidentally falling asleep together

Ok so -

Din and Grogu have been hanging around Luke because Grogu still needs more protection than Din can always offer, and Din needs to learn how to use the dark saber.

And there is no sexual tension or latent romantic feelings reading to just explode between them, none what so ever (I'm lying)

Han pretty regularly comes to visit as well, bringing Luke what ever supplies he needs and staying for a few days to keep him company.

And there is no sexual tension or latent romantic feelings reading to just explode between them, none what so ever (I'm lying)

Han arrives a few weeks after Din has started staying, and after some initial tension between Din and Han, they mellow out a bit. Sure, they're both vying for Luke's attention, but they both realize that acting like jealous jerks isn't the way to do that. Besides, Luke's favorite past time is calling people out of their shitty behavior, so it really can only go on so long.

After a few days, they decide the three of them should do a movie night. Han brought some holovids for him and Luke to watch, and a few are even appropriate for Grogu ("I mean, he's fifty, I'm sure he could handle any of them" "That isn't how his aging works. I don't think. But you're right. He's seen worse" "I was joking, but I'm now deeply worried about your parenting")

Luke's got Han on one side, Din (with Grogu in his lap) on the other. The lights go out, the movie starts, and the next thing Luke knows is he's waking up with a stiff neck as the credits roll. He'd been a little tired and over worked the last few days, but he didn't think he'd fall asleep that fast.

But at some point Han and Din had also fallen asleep. Din's head (helmet and all) are on Luke's shoulder, and Han's head is fully in Luke's lap. There's no hope for him getting up without waking them. And he doesn't really want to wake them, because, well ... he's a little touch starved, and a little in love with both of them.

Bit he does need to get up, because Grogu is not on the couch with them. He has taken advantage of the situation to finess some snacks from the kitchen.

Luke turns his neck just enough to catch Grogu on the counter, hand in the literal cookie jar, crumbs on his little outfit.

"Gorgu ..." "[the big sad]"

Luke floats him back over to the couch. The weight of Grogu returning to his lap is enough to stir Din enough to wake him up. He apologizes, a little embarrassed, but stops when he sees Han. He doesn't say anything the "at least I'm not that bad" subtext is clear.

Din shuffles off to bed with Grogu, but Luke stays on the couch a little longer playing with Han's hair. And if he falls back asleep next to Han, who can blame him? And if he regrets not climbing into bed with Din, who could blame him for that either?

[queenshelby]

Roommates – Part Twelve

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 3,534

Warning: Angst, Pregnancy, Smut

Note: This plays in 2020. It’s all fiction and not based on Cillian’s real life and family. 

When you read through Laura’s text messages, you weren’t sure what to make of it. Did she lie about the pregnancy, you wondered? You couldn’t be sure with the little evidence you had and, therefore, decided not approach this issue with Cillian just yet.

You wanted to find out more and then talk to Laura first before you jumped to any conclusions and you knew that this difficult quest had to wait until tomorrow.

Tonight, you wanted to enjoy the time with your sister who you hadn’t seen in person for quite some time and, whilst you were happy that she has visited you, you wouldn’t have minded some alone time with Cillian either.

Strangely, when Cillian was away in the UK, you missed him and it wasn’t only the sex you missed. It was his entire presence and simply curling up in his arms in the middle of the night.

You were no longer sleeping in separate bedrooms and the thought of sleeping on your own tonight while Cillian was upstairs bothered you. You knew that it shouldn’t. After all, you were just friends with some benefits, or were you something else?

***

At around midnight, after lots of laughter and conversation and several glasses of wine, your sister decided that it was time for bed and Cillian had already disappeared twenty minutes before she did.

She was staying in one of the guest rooms upstairs and you were grateful that Cillian had a large house so that each of you had your own space.

Craving more intimacy, when you went to your bedroom, you texted Cillian to see whether he was still up and, of course, he was. As usual, he was reading a book before going to sleep but reading wasn’t what you were interested in that night after he had just been away for three nights.

Without responding to his text message in which he informed you that he was still awake, you tippy toed upstairs, wearing nothing but your panties and a t-shirt.

When you stepped into his bedroom quietly without bothering to knock, your eyes immediately locked with him as he sat there on his bed reading in the dim lighted room.

‘What are you doing here? Your sister is in the next room’ Cillian reminded you but, instead of responding to his comment, you yanked off your t-shirt and climbed onto the bed with him.

‘I don’t care…despite, it’s my birthday’ you eventually informed him as your heart fluttered with anticipation of what was to come.

Your hands rubbed slowly across your body to perk his interest, but your own subtle contact with your breasts and clit through your lingerie aroused you as well.

‘How can I say no to you when you do this, hmm?’ Cillian asked, putting down his reading glasses and book as he starred at you in awe at those irresistible beasts.

You wanted him and you craved him, more than you had wanted and craved anyone before. With your eyes locked on his, you eased forward towards him, kissed him and bit him lustfully on the lips. His taste and smell were as intoxicating as usual.

‘Will you be a good girl and be really quiet for me?’ Cillian asked and you nodded

You reached for the edge of his shirt, eased it up slightly and kissed his torso and abs. His light complexion contrasted against your slightly darker skin and it heightened your arousal even more. There was something about his freckled skin you adored and considered incredibly sexy.

You finished taking off his shirt, rubbing your hands across his pecs and biceps, pleading without using words to be taken by him and made into the object of his affection.

‘You are beautiful’ Cillian said before he kissing you gently and you were surprised to hear this coming from him. It was the first time he had said anything like this to you. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking.

You felt yourself getting wet again as he ran his hand down the side of your face, then to your neck, down your ribs and across your breasts. His touch felt amazing and after rolling around on the bed together, sharing passionate kisses, you found yourself sitting on the edge of his king-size bed.

‘I am aching for you Cillian’ you huffed out as you grabbed hold of his briefs and, luckily for you, there's not much material blocking your access to his goods. His cock flops out of his briefs in an instant and was already rock hard and ready for you.

‘I am always fucking aching for you as you can probably tell’ Cillian chuckled, looking down on himself as the saliva in your mouth began to increase. You loved sucking him, taking him into your mouth and making him moan.

‘In fact, I never had sex quite as good as with you Y/N. You drive me fucking crazy’ Cillian then admitted and, with a sly, sexy grin, you eagerly slid both of your hands around his shaft and began to slowly thrust and shuffle back and forth.

‘Oh common Cilly, you had a fair few women in your life’ you said, your eyes locked on his.

‘Just a few, but none like you’ he then said just as you eased your tongue and lips forward.

A loud groan soon followed what he had said as you seductively kissed and licked your way up his long member from the base to the head. When you reached the pinnacle, you swirled it around with your tongue and sealed your lips around it.

‘God you are so fucking good at this’ Cillian groaned as, after just several small repetitions down his cock, you've taken him all the way into the back of your throat. You gagged a little but kept going, despite your eyes watering and saliva overflowing out of your mouth. The extreme wetness just made it a more pleasurable experience for the both of you.

‘That’s it, all take it all the way, fuck’ Cillian groaned again as you eased off the bed and dropped to your knees in front of him to get a better angle for his deep penetration.

‘So fucking sexy, with your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock’ he observed as, eventually, Cillian grabbed the back of your head and held you down on him deeper and longer with each thrust into your pretty little mouth.

You were dripping wet by now, enjoying when he talked to you like this and became all dominant over you and, after what seems like half an hour of sucking his cock, he grabbed you by your lower jaw, lifted you up off the floor and softly lay you face up on the bed.

‘Now let’s see how wet you are for me’ Cillian smirked as he reached out and slid his hands across your legs to just below your pussy, then back down again slowly. Then, he slid his nose and tongue across your soaked glistening thong and proceeded up your stomach.

‘Don’t you tease me again like this Cillian’ you huffed out before you got lost in his attention to detail, the feel of his tongue and lips on your skin.

‘Patience Love, patience’ he smirked as he eased up to your neck, licking and kissing slowly up to and inside your ears.

‘Cillian, please I need you’ you whispered as you leaned into him and moaned desperately. He then kissed you passionately on the lips for what seemed like an eternity, your tongues intertwined in an oral sex dance.

With his eyes locked on yours, he eased back down and massaged your breasts in such an erotic way that your heart skipped a beat. His tongue, wet kisses and love bites on your engorged tits added to an even higher arousal. Clearly, he knew how to work his lips and tongue in the most intimate and passionate way.

‘You smell so good Y/N, so damn sweet’ Cillian whispered as he neared your sweet spot and licked you clean around the edges of your drenched thong.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned a little too loudly as his tongue slipped to your inner thighs near your pussy, and he licked and kissed every inch.

‘Ssh’ Cillian reminded you as his fingers slid beneath the edges of your thin garment and he began to slide it off.

‘I love licking your sweet little pussy Y/N’ he smiled as he saw your swollen clit awaiting the arrival of his sinister tongue.

You raised your back off the bed, rare your head back and let out a submissive moan as he made initial contact with your lips, licking and swallowing your sexual juices. He methodically worked his way up and down, kissing and licking, ending each repetition by annihilating your clit in a series of targeted assaults.

‘Oh my god Cillian, fuck, yes, right there’ you basically screamed as soon as you were coming on his tongue, convulsing at the rock-hard orgasm that he just sent through your body. This happened over and over and, by the time he was done, you were already exhausted.

His oral skills never seemed to amaze you and he fully awakened your inner urge to orgasm over and over again.

‘If your sister didn’t hear you just then, I think she might be deaf’ Cillian chuckled, wiping your juices of his mouth with a satisfied grin.

‘I guess I have some explaining to do tomorrow’ you giggled before you sat up and grabbed his pulsing shaft.

‘Will she keep this to herself?’ Cillian then asked concerned and you nodded before you guided his cock head up to the entrance of your swollen, dripping honey hole, and eased him in to get him started.

‘God, you feel so good. I just love being inside of you’ Cillian groaned as he began his initial push into you.

‘Fuck me Cillian, oh god just fucking take me’ you moaned as he bottomed out in you that first time and your inner muscles latched down around his shaft, moaning in pleasure and amazement of what you're just beginning to experience.

‘You are taking me so well, even after I fucked you twice earlier this evening’ Cillian praised you and the truth was, you were sore, but wanted him nonetheless.

‘You just want it continuously, don’t you? Such a naughty girl’ he the groaned as he continued to thrust deep into your pussy as you leaned back and raised your legs higher, giving him more access to your treasures.

‘I do Cillian, fuck, I always want you to fuck me’ you moaned as you both had developed a rhythm now, and he was able to drive deep into you regularly. You shuddered each time he bottomed out, and your legs locked upward and shook uncontrollably.

‘I can tell Love, so fucking needy and horny all the time. I am one lucky man’ Cillian groaned, running his fingers in between your ass cheeks before he rolled you over on your stomach with the plan to slide up on top of and into you. But unexpected to him, the vixen in you chose to raise up on all fours, practically begging him to take you doggy style.

‘Yes Cillian, oh god fuck yes’ you moaned as he slid back into you and you groaned and almost immediately orgasmed again as he bottoms out at this new angle.

He grabbed a handful of your beautiful hair, twisted it in his hand, and pulled back, arching your head and neck upward. You peered back at him with a wanting grin in acceptance and moaned his name seductively.

‘That’s it, let me take you and fuck you hard’ Cillian groaned as the slapping sound of his torso against your plump, toned ass turned you both on incredibly, and you began to beg him to have his way with you.

‘Just fuck me, I am yours, fucking take me Cillian’ you moaned as he reached up and pushed your head and upper back to the bed. You heartily complied, loving that he wanted to take you face down ass up. He had a clear angle to assault your pussy now, and you're out of your mind horny. You screamed for him over and over to pound you and he loved it.

It was your turn to take the reins now. He stopped thrusting into you as he felt you lean back against him and begin to grind away on his shaft. Your perfect hips and booty moved in an almost hypnotizing motion and it was a visual wonder to him.

You eventually slid off of him, pushed him over on his back and then lowered yourself back down on him. As you bottomed out you were sent into yet another rocking orgasm, causing your eyes to roll back in your head as if in a state of euphoria. The feeling of his cock inside you was simple more than you were able to handle.

‘Jesus Y/N, you are so fucking sexy riding my cock like this’ Cillian groaned as you began to ride him like a wild animal, a true woman set loose into sexual freedom.

‘Cillian, fuck you feel so good. I want you so fucking bad’ you moaned as you leaned back at just the right angle and he moaned with excitement. This was your wheelhouse, your position of choice, and coupled with your eyes being locked on your best friend lying beneath you, allowing you to take control, you've somehow found the stamina to screw him like this all night.

‘So fucking beautiful’ Cillian observed in a low grunting voice and you began to feel him getting harder. You knew he was getting close.

He lifted you up a bit, raised his hips and legs and began to thrust hard into your weary pussy. You leaned forward, grabbed onto his chest and he held you tight. What a feeling it was being securely held in the arms of this man you’ve known for so long.

‘Cum inside me Cillian, let me feel it all’ you moaned as you could feel the tightening of his shaft and knew that it was time.

‘Fuck Y/N’ Cillian huffed out with a deep, guttural growl and a deep exhale.

The instinctive twitch of his cock and cinched balls, along with the warm sensation of his juices flooding into your depths brought a big smile and glow to your face.

You could feel buckets of thick, rich cum spurting into you and this sensation sent you over the edge one more time.

You moaned, screamed and shivered all at the same time as you rode out your high. There was something about Cillian cuming inside you which turned you on a lot.

‘Jesus Y/N’ Cillian huffed out, watching you in a trance as your movements slowed down. He was mesmerised by you. ‘I love…’ he huffed out, still breathing heavily but not finishing what all so accidently was about to slip from his lips.

‘You love what?’ you barely managed to ask as you looked at him with wide eyes as he was still inside you.

‘I love being inside you’ he eventually said after collecting his thoughts and easing his cock out of you.

‘And I love when you are’ you giggled as you rolled off of him and lay there in a time of silent reflection and recuperation. You gazed down at the gaping hole spectacle he's left in your pussy and some of him was beginning to ooze back out of you now and you marvel at the volume.

‘I can’t believe there is still that much left after earlier’ you observed, biting your lip just as you slid your fingers through your glistening collective juices and took your fingers to your mouth.

You cleaned them off and then instinctively leaned over and began to clean him orally.

‘Fuck, Y/N, this is going to be a long night if you keep this up’ Cillian chuckled as you caught him off guard, and your mouth massage turned into a satiating blow job, and turned you both back on initially.

But the sensation was more than he could handle after this initial 90-minute marathon with you, and he pulled you off of him. Both of your lips met in an exhaustive, contemplative long kiss until he was ready.

‘I need to be inside you’ Cillian groaned and your eyes widened. You expected to give him head, allow him to relax, but you didn’t expect him to be wanting to go all the way again so quickly.    

‘It’s 2am Cillian’ you huffed out but, before you could protest, you found yourself pinned beneath him.

‘I told you, it will be a long night’ Cillian then smirked and you immediately pulled him in for a kiss wile he entered you once again.

***

It was 8 o’clock in the morning and you were woken by the raddling of the coffee machine which, apparently, your sister had no idea how to use.

The thought of a freshly brewed coffee however excited you and, with Cillian still fast asleep, you untangled from his arms and sneaked downstairs quietly.

‘Well, good morning’ your sister greeted you with a wide grin as she was still trying to work out the coffee machine.

You fell asleep at 4 o’clock and were tired to say the least. Nonetheless, you managed to get the coffee machine going and made both of you a nice cup of coffee.

‘You look extremely tired by which, I must say, I am not really surprised’ your sister then chuckled causing you to simply smile with some embarrassment.

‘Oh Cillian’ she then went on to say, pretending to let out a fake moan in order to tease you and your cheeks immediately began to turn red.

‘Stop it’ you huffed out abut she continued to repeat everything she had heard the night before. Every filthy thing that left your lips and your embarrassment grew with everything she said.

‘You both are so fucking filthy it’s almost disgusting. But then again, I admit that I am a little jealous. I never fucked for four hours straight. Remind me to get earplugs the next time I stay over’ she eventually said after agreeing to no longer mock you about it. But this didn’t mean that she didn’t want to ask you about how you got involved with each other after 12 years.

‘I suppose we are both single, living together in and out of lockdown…you know we both have needs and we trust each other…so why not, right?’ you shuddered along, not making much sense. ‘It just happened. It’s no big deal’ you then quickly added.

‘So, no strings attached?’ your sister then asked and you shook your head.

‘No strings attached and I would appreciate if you could keep this a secret please’ you explained and, of course, your sister agreed.

‘Laura would fucking kill you if she knew, you know that right?’ your sister then said and, just when you were going to ask her something about Laura, Cillian came walking downstairs.

‘Had a good night Cilly?’ your sister asked after he wished you both a happy birthday.

‘It’s alright, you don’t need to answer this. She knows’ you chuckled and, whilst Cillian already assumed this to be the case, he Cillian didn’t show any affection towards you in the presence of your sister.

‘I think the whole neighbourhood does after last night. My neighbour left me a couple of messages on my phone enquiring about your wellbeing’ Cillian said amused and, just as he did, the doorbell rang.

***

‘Good Morning Mrs O’Connell’ Cillian said as his 70 year old neighbour stood in front of his door.

‘I just came over to check if your lovely friend was alright. I thought she may have been hurt last night’ she said, concerned about the sounds and screams she had heard during the night.

‘She is perfectly fine. She just gets carried away sometimes’ Cillian smirked and when the elderly lady looked through the door and saw you and your sister sit in the kitchen, she couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows.

‘Uhm, I didn’t realise that this may have been intentional. I am so sorry’ she said, staring through the door slit again which, this time around, Cillian noticed.

‘Just for the record, this is not what it looks like’ he said somewhat embarrassed but his elderly neighbour simply chuckled and nodded.

‘It’s okay young man, your secret is safe with me’ she said before wishing him a pleasant day.

‘What was this all about?’ you asked as Cillian walked into the kitchen and wished you both a happy birthday.

‘I think Mrs O’Connell thinks we had a threeway last night’ Cillian laughed and your sister couldn’t help but respond with a simple ‘hmm’.

‘Don’t even think about it’ you said harshly, looking at Cillian and your sister.

‘Trust me Y/N, I am not going down this route again and, if your sister is as insatiable as you are, I am not going to be able to handle it’ Cillian said bluntly, causing you both to laugh.

***

The fact that Mrs O’Connell had left Cillian several messages throughout the night prompted you to walk to your room and check your phone as well.

You weren’t surprised to see several text messages already, wishing you a happy birthday and there was one in particular that stuck out to you. 

The text message was from Laura.

‘Happy Birthday from the both of us!’ it said and contained a ultrasound picture.

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[crispyjenkins]

Omg! Dookus padawan au is fabulous! I love it! Although now im curious about how melida daan would go with a more confident obi and a master whos supportive of him and listens

(i originally planned this to be a dramatic harrowing recounting of obi’s time on Melida/Daan, but it did not turn out like that ಥ_ಥ 

thank you for enabling me with this au, anon, i love it so much and i somehow don’t write little-shit-obi nearly as much as i should. i hope this satisfies! ( ˘ ³˘) bonus nield ‘cause he’s dead in dha kar’ta and i got big sad about it)

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 "Obi-Wan, did you fuck the Mand'alor."

  Obi-Wan grins at Nield from the cell across from him, sitting in half-lotus like any proper Jedi on a routine kidnapping, and Jango sighs in the next cell over.

  "You overestimate how much either of us would like that," Obi-Wan chirps, even though they all know that's not really what Nield is asking. 

  And he makes his feelings about that clear, leveling Obi-Wan with an unimpressed deadpan that Obi-Wan really doesn't think is warranted. "Is this what you thought I meant when I told you to lay low?" he asks gruffly. "Become the youngest Jedi Master in two centuries and shack up with another Anti-Republic System's leader?"

  Jango slants a look at him. "What do you mean 'another'?"

  "Well, technically, Nield, I never shacked up with you either," Obi-Wan reasons. "And you were only governor for about three days."

  "That still counts!"

  "De'jate werda, this is about the Young?"

  "Language, dear," Obi-Wan chides blandly, and Jango throws his stale roll at him through the bars; it misses him by a foot anyways. "But yes, I'm afraid so. I did tell you the Daan regularly kidnap me for ransom from the Jedi, didn't I?"

  Grumbling, Jango flops against the back wall to scowl. "I was under the impression they had stopped after your Cerasi renamed the planet."

  "They did," Nield pipes up, poking at his own inedible roll. "Since I'm here, it probably still does have to do with the leaders of Tahl, but why they nabbed your boyfriend is beyond me."

  Jango rolls his eyes. "Probably because I was with him when they grabbed him."

  "Don't sound so put-upon, we hadn't seen each other in months." Aside from a single holocall before Obi-Wan had gone undercover with a Mid-Rim diplomatic convoy, both he and Jango had been too busy to take the time off for even a quick visit, and they'd had all of twenty minutes together before their kidnappers had broken into Jango's apartment on Coruscant. They had been in the middle of dinner and everything, and Obi-Wan mourns the tiingilar left on their table.

  Though, he supposes, he had made it with Rodian chillies instead of Mandalorian ones just to kark with Jango, so Maker knows if it had even been edible.

  Snorting, Nield runs his hands through his hair and leans as far over as he can to look down the halls of their cellblock, as if he and Jango hadn't already done that. "I imagine you haven't broken out yet because you're the only one of us in cuffs?"

  Obi-Wan helpfully raises his bound hands to show him the new-fangled force-suppressing manacles that have become more popular over the last few years, what with the sudden spike in number of Jedi. "I’ve never seen them before," he offers. "They're not nearly as strong as Ventress' collar, but I'm afraid I'm of no use to you unless we get them off."

  Nield sighs. "I said to lay low, Kenobi. You were the one to bag Ventress?"

  "I didn't exactly have a choice in the matter, my dear: she rather forced my hand."

  "No, no, we're not glossing over this again," Jango growls, getting to his feet to lean on his bars so he can glare at the both of them. "Why'd you tell him to lay low? When did you tell him to lay low?"

  “I’ve been telling him for years!”

  “But especially since the last attempt on Cerasi’s life.”

  “Ner ca’tra,” Jango sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Do you have a bounty on you again?”

  Nield waves emphatically, as if finally proven right. “‘Again’! What does he mean ‘again’, Obi-Wan?”

  Rolling his eyes, Obi-Wan knows it’s not nearly as bad as they’re both making it out to be. “To my knowledge, no, I don’t think I currently have a bounty out on my head, and Neild, it would only be the second time.” He unfolds himself and pushes upright, stretching his legs before sticking his bound hands through the bars. “Now, if you two would stop nagging, I need you to try shorting out the locking mechanism with your water cups.”

  Jango sighs but still moves to grab the single cup of water that had been in the cells when they arrived; Nield stays at his door and scowls. “You’re not sure if it’ll work?”

  Obi-Wan raises a brow. “No, I’m actually quite confident it will: Quinlan and I have escaped the Daan twice like this. I just wasn’t sure if your arms would reach.”

  “Ha ha,” Jango drawls, sticking his own arms out to try and reach across the narrow walkway between their lines of cells. “Was that before or after you liberated the planet.”

  Nield is absolutely no help, groaning and laughing both as he ducks back to get his own water. “I’ve yet to meet this mysterious Quinlan that you assure me is actually real, but it’s been a decade and a half, ‘Nobi.”

  He sniffs in offense, stretching out as far as he can for Jango to tip his cup over his wrists. “He’s doing it on purpose. Quinlan Vos is never more amused than when he is making my life more difficult, so I’m afraid he’s been avoiding you, my dear.”

  “A likely story,” Nield snorts, and his significantly-longer arms easily allow him to pour his water directly into the locking mechanism. It starts sparking immediately, Obi-Wan jerking to the side to protect his face while Nield yelps and pulls back. 

  Feeling the Force rush back into his bones like a splash of tihaar, Obi-Wan easily snaps the cuffs down the centre and kicks open his cell door.

-

  Obi-Wan wasn't even supposed to be here, but when he's on his way back from Ilum to finally build a second lightsaber so he can move up from the jar’kai practice ’sabers Master Windu has him using, the Force sidelines him by forcing the Crucible into an emergency landing for the first time since Huyang's creation. A problem with the hyperdrive or something, nothing crucial to replace, something easily fixed once planetside, but just bad enough that they have to land on the nearest planet to fix it.

  Where Qui-Gon Jinn just so happens to be already on a mission attempting to rescue another Jedi master. Where there are actual children fighting for control of the capital city. 

  It takes Obi-Wan less than an hour to find Jinn and the Young, and perhaps an hour more to decide he would be sending Masters Tahl and Jinn back to the Temple without him. Master Yan would understand, it would hardly be the first time he had taken advantage of his master’s absence to do what the Force was telling him to.

  He is there a month before Master Yan returns with four Jedi Masters and their padawans, and permission from the Senate to aid the Young until a treaty could be reached. Obi-Wan is frankly too intimidated by his master securing the warrant nobody had managed to in seventy-five years to ask just how he’d done it; and Master Yan doesn’t scold him except to tell him in no uncertain terms that he is never to trust Qui-Gon Jinn’s judgement on anything to do with children. 

  Luckily his following lecture about the faults of jar’kai and the importance of proper dueling technique is cut off by an ambush from the Melida, and he never gets back around to it even after the Young retake the planet. Obi-Wan is still unsure whether he prefers the three days of sexual education he gets instead, when Cerasi admits she had caught Nield and Obi-Wan kissing in the hall after her election.

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  Yan meets them outside, not looking very surprised to see them simply walking from the brig that had been their home for the last eight hours. Their human kidnappers are cuffed and being processed by a pair of Judiciary Branch clerks Yan had evidently brought with him, which would rather explain why there had been no one to hinder their escape.

  Raising a brow, a million questions in the simple gesture, Yan holds out Obi-Wan’s cloak, waiting for him to put it on before giving him his ’sabers as well. “I fear I must apologise, your honor,” he rumbles like the words simultaneously amuse him and burn his mouth. “My former apprentice still has not learned how to keep others safe from his continued imbroglios.”

  Jango snorts, accepting one of Obi-Wan’s ’sabers to hold until he can get his blasters back; Nield’s eyes almost bug out of his head. “Do we know what they were after?”

  Yan’s lips curl almost-mockingly. “A trade agreement, I believe. President Cerasi and the Delegates of Tahl had already turned them away, so they thought to strong-arm the Melidaan system instead.”

  “So you weren’t even a political prisoner,” Obi-Wan teases a Nield already burying his face in his hands, “just a familial hostage, my dear.”

  “Shut him up before I do,” Nield tells Jango.

  Who simply smirks and holds up his hands. “You overestimate how much control I have over anything he does.”

  “Maker, he really does have you wrapped around his finger.”

  “To be fair, I’ve known Jango far more intimately.”

  “I’m leaving,” Nield announces, spinning on heel to stalk towards the rescue cruiser from Tahl despite knowing Obi-Wan simply means he’s never had visions of Nield, even as far back as the Civil War. 

  Jango leans over and surreptitiously whispers, "Was Nield the bad wall-makeout?"

  "Maker, he was horrible, my dear." 

Mando’a: Mand’alor — “Sole ruler”, contended ruler of Mandalore. "De'jate werda" — "By the Great Darkness", slang from Concord Dawn, used as an expletive similar to "Christ!" or "Good lord." tiingilar — Mandalorian casserole specified to be “blisteringly spicy” ner ca'tra — “my night sky”, intimate term of endearment  tihaar — Mandalorian strong clear spirit made from fruit

*also obi is a master earlier ‘cause of his clairvoyance, since i’m subscribing to the “you become a master jedi when you master a part of yourself” version of the master trials in this. anyways.*

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“It was supposed to be a regular, boring morning shower”

First line tag

A million years ago, an anon sent me this ask for the first line meme. I woke up possessed and wrote “stuck in gravity, clawing for some bravery” in 10 days.  This story is complete, 23,000 words. I put the first two chapters up on AO3 early in honor of the news of our show coming back. The rest goes up tomorrow.

beta thanks to the wonderful @tasyfa

Pairing: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes, Alex Manes/Forrest Long, Michael Guerin/Maria Deluca (past) Kyle Valenti/Maria Deluca (implied/mentioned)

Tags: Starts Forlex ends in Malex, Getting back together, Nebulous Season 3, Angst,  Pining, Alien Soulmate Bullshit, Emotional Infidelity, Communication, Emotional Hurt/Comforot,  Explicit Sexual Content, Dirty Talk , Telepathy, Handprint Sex

Summary: A year after Crashcon, Michael knows three things for certain. 

1. He loves Alex and he probably definitely always will.

2. Having Alex as his best friend makes everything in his life better.

3. Knowing, thanks to his bullshit alien biology, that Alex still fantasizes about his body regularly while dating someone else for a year, well, that is a little more difficult to navigate. 

It’s fine. It is all just fine. 

Author Notes: This content is probably not appropriate for review by a college writing class on tumblr, just saying but you’re welcome to leave a kudo if you like it. 

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It was supposed to be a regular, boring morning shower for Michael. 

His first Sunday off in over three months deserved a little self-care, he had decided. The summer had brought an abrupt uptick in work at the garage with increased summertime driving leading to more careless accidents and stranded motorists to tow to safety. While Walt would deny it to the end, Michael couldn’t help but notice the old man had slowed down in his work. Between doing his best to keep Sanders’ in business and taking shifts at the Crashdown to fill in for the still-absent Liz so Arturo and Rosa could have their own break, taking the time for more than a perfunctory late night wash down felt luxurious to Michael.

There was a point to staying busy, with filling every hour inside an engine or on a different project around the junkyard with his trailer and that point was distraction. Distraction from the awareness that everyone was thriving. Max and his new-found ‘cousin’ Jones were reconstructing the history of their people’s language and literature together. Isobel had recently celebrated her three-month anniversary with Monica, an artist who shared the same studio space as Rosa. Maria had made exploring her alien-rooted abilities the focus of her life outside of the bar, combining her knowledge of yoga and meditation to crack the ability of moving forward in time. With that success, she had managed to bring back the answer to saving her brain from damage from the future. Her work with Kyle in developing the treatment for her and Mimi had led a new romance there. Then there was Alex, the true focus of Michael’s need for distraction, marking a one-year anniversary with Forrest. 

It was fine. All Michael had ever wanted was for Alex to be happy. The distractions he had filled his life with helped soothe the edges of knowing who was at the root of Alex’s new-found peace.

In the last year, Michael had built a permanent wooden deck out in front of his Airstream, transforming his fire pit into an outdoor brick barbecue oven, before moving on to recycle discarded auto glass into window panes for a small greenhouse complete with a rainwater cistern off the rear of the trailer. The actual interior boasted its own changes, an expanded shower stall and more of a kitchen set up than a hotplate and kettle with a small split-level stove and expanded countertop. The next task was building a canopy to shield the deck from the elements. At some point, Michael had acknowledged to himself that each piece he had worked on had turned his portable, transient can-go-anywhere Airstream into a stable fixture at Sanders’. 

A home with roots. 

A home without Alex and he had accepted that, respecting Alex’s choice of partner. They were the right people for each other, but were always meeting at the wrong time. For a while, he had waited patiently for things to end with Forrest. He had been happy enough to work on being Alex’s friend in the meantime. Then, once they were truly friends sharing every stupid moment of their days via a text message or over a beer at his trailer, he had felt the betrayal of his selfish thoughts keenly. What kind of friend would root for a break-up? What kind of friend would wish heartbreak on the other?

The asshole kind, he had concluded. 

As the hot water from the shower head poured over his head though, the acceptance he had about Alex moving on was just a little farther from his reach because Alex was currently thinking about him. They weren’t platonic friend-thoughts either.

A ghost sensation of a hand skirted down Michael’s body, lingering over his chest hair, and fuck, Alex had really loved to card his fingers through it. His mind was awash with impulses not his own, hot anticipation and the thrill of pleasure dropped down his body like the free-falling crest of a rollercoaster. Michael closed his eyes, soaking in the feelings. A gasp escaped his mouth, heard by no one in his trailer. Good God, Alex was really ready, waking with morning wood or to someone — Wrapping his own hand around his hardening cock, Michael stroked himself in time with Alex’s thoughts, pushing aside his own. It was best to just give into temptation and enjoy the moment. 

It was something he had learned to embrace with varying degrees of eagerness over the last few years. 

The connection with Alex had formed apparently sometime after the shed, but it had taken him over ten years and Alex moving back to Roswell to realize what was going on between them. The summer they had turned eighteen, they had barely been able to keep their hands off each other in the desert, and when Michael was alone, all he could think about back then, was Alex. His head had been a complex swirl of emotion, slingshotting him from the highs of seeing Alex to the lows of facing his own aborted future. There was the longing for Alex, the sadness that he knew their time was limited because Alex was going to go places, and he was stuck in Roswell watching over Isobel, but in the background, of what he thought was a relic from Jesse’s attack, was always a sense of sick fear, of being caught. Again.

Then over the last ten years, Michael would experience this awareness, and suddenly all he could think about was Alex. How it felt to touch him, the wickedness of his mouth, the burn and the stretch to accept Alex’s cock as he took him inside with a bitten lip- Michael thought it was just his mind, giving him a touchstone to happiness and the remembrance of being loved briefly by Alex. Nostalgia. Afterwards as he caught his breath, with his chest splattered with come, the sadness would seep in again, stealing whatever light that was made by those memories.

It wasn’t until after the drive-in, when Alex had spent almost two months avoiding him in person, that Michael had realized that those moments, late at night or early in the morning, were tied to Alex. It took falling into his bed one night, after visiting Isobel in her pod to finally piece it together. His face had hurt from crying on the drive home and the urge to sleep and never wake up again had been so incredibly strong that it took a moment for him to realize he was thinking about Alex. His cock hadn’t even been on his radar, but suddenly all he could think about was getting sucked off. 

Fuck, he hadn’t wanted it then, too sad and scared about Isobel to feel much connection to his body for the purposes of pleasure, but the sensations and feelings that had overtaken Michael were too intense to fight that night. Later as he panted, open-mouthed and staring at the ceiling of his Airstream with distant thoughts of cleaning up, his phone rang once. Only the once. Then a ding of a text.

Alex -is home: Sorry pocket dialed.

The rush of self-loathing that hit Michael as he read the message had been so strong he had dropped the phone on the floor of the trailer. That’s when he knew it wasn’t his feelings in his head because in all the years of knowing Alex, of loving Alex, he had never once felt disgust toward himself for his feelings for Alex. From the moment across a borrowed guitar, Michael had accepted the tilt of his axis toward Alex Manes as a fundamental fact, like force equalling mass times acceleration.

Alex hadn’t shared that comfort, and the more Michael tuned into what was going on in Alex’s head, the more his heart broke. Two things became clear to Michael over time; the occurrences were sporadic enough for him to know that he only felt them when Alex was specifically thinking about Michael when he jerked off, and the post-orgasm feelings of disgust and self-loathing were not isolated incidents for Alex to feel afterwards.

“Sometimes things end in a whimper, Guerin-” and Michael had numbly accepted that as proof that while Alex might enjoy thinking about his body, about the ways he had pleasured Alex in the past, Alex had no desire for anything more from Michael. The sex was epic, fodder for a late night fantasy, but Michael himself? He was not someone that Alex wanted to want. 

He had changed Alex’s name in his phone from “Alex -is home” to “Alex -is a bad idea” after that and then cursed himself for the trick of alien biology, doomed to be forever aware that he was an example of backsliding to Alex. When Maria had reached for him that night in Texas, he had welcomed her because she seemed at least self-aware of the fact she didn’t want to want him. There was zero chance of a misunderstanding between them that night, even as he kicked himself for still following after people who swore to him that it would never happen again.

For a long time after Caulfield, he had thought perhaps the grief of losing his mother had broken the link with Alex, setting them both free in the wreckage and dust of the prison. The dying psychic screams of his people had rolled over him, scorching his thoughts into cinders as that last connection to love and hope burned out in his mind, his mother’s life extinguishing under the thunder of Semtex and C-4. Then one night shortly after moving his trailer to the Wild Pony, it had happened again. The same overwhelming feeling of need, of longing, but this time the self-loathing afterwards had been accompanied by a crippling feeling of guilt. He had laid there in the twilight of the Wild Pony’s loft, having silently come into his palm while the sound of Maria’s breathing brushed against his ear. For the first time, he had joined Alex in that feeling of self-hatred. 

It was past the time for him to flip the switch from ‘tortured lust’ to some semblance of friendship with Alex, if he could and so tentatively, he agreed to work on uncovering his mother’s past together with him. He updated his phone again with that decision in mind to “Alex -sup bro”.

After Maria had learned the truth about Rosa and sent him away with betrayed eyes, he experienced a moment of weakness for Alex after the visit they had made to the Long Farm. There had been a lightness in how Alex had moved that day, his steps had been considered but committed as they had explored the last place his mother had felt at home on earth. Inside of Michael’s heart, he had been able to feel the pieces moving together while he had stood in a place where Nora had had a family, next to a man who had always represented that promise to Michael. The openness of Alex’s smile as they had waited for Forrest Long to reappear had had Michael thinking dangerous thoughts again about a future with him.

What if.  What if Alex were ready to take a step toward him without the weight of the past? 

That tenuous hope had lasted until the night after Alex had given him the piece of the ship’s console. Standing in his bunker near two am, he had been examining the new piece of his ship, of his past, puzzling over why it wasn’t bonding with the rest of the console when he had felt the awareness of Alex creep into his cells, into his DNA. Eagerly he had opened his jeans with both hands and had fisted his cock, letting himself go with the pull of Alex’s desire. In the aftermath, he had found himself on the floor of the bunker, with come dripping off a fallen drawing of a ship’s engine, but near tears with the knowledge that nothing had changed for Alex. It had still been the same fear flooding his veins, still the same anchor of tortured longing and deep shame weighing his limbs down even as he had been left wrecked by how good his body had felt.

It had been madness for Michael the next few months as he had fallen in deeper with Maria, while the connection with Alex had kept tugging at his soul. There had been little rhyme or reason to when it had happened. Weeks would pass where he apparently hadn’t crossed Alex’s mind once, and then there had been a week when every night Michael had been hit with the same mix of love, lust and bottomless need. Thankfully it had matched with the week-long retreat Maria and Mimi had taken together, saving Michael the work of explaining to her why he was wearing out the washing machines at the Fluff N Fold with his dirty sheets.

The self-torment Alex had felt about him had slowly lifted, to the point when Michael had found out the truth about Walt Sanders, he had called Alex without hesitation. The contact in his phone had changed to ‘Alex- best bro’. If he had finally become a measure of comfort for Alex to remember in his most personal moments, then perhaps Alex could also become a comfort to him, without the mire of their trauma holding them frozen in place. 

He had been fooling himself completely in the aftermath of Alex’s abduction that friendship would ever be enough for him. The wounds from his breakup with Maria had still been bleeding below his skin when he had stepped into the Wild Pony to hear Alex singing about him. About them. Then he had been hit with the connection, blossoming open for the first time ever in Alex’s actual presence under the spell of his song. 

There had still been a ghost of darkness in Alex’s feelings for him, as he had sung about fighting battles but for the first time in a long time, Michael had felt that there was hope that Alex was finally finding peace with Jesse dead. Despite Isobel’s prodding him to stay and make a move, he had known that it wasn’t their time yet. There had been too much grief and regret swirling in his head, and not just from Alex, but he could be patient for them both for the right moment. The connection had never felt more alive between them that night on the promise of a future.

At least that was what he had thought, until time had kept passing yet here he was, standing in his shower with his hand on his dick a year later, while Alex was across town in someone else’s bed but clearly thinking about him.

Michael watched as his seed dripped down the fiberglass walls, the shower spray sending it down the drain in an eddy of his own frustrated longing. His body was calm, at least, and his mind was buzzing with happiness from Alex. He concentrated on the euphoria floating between them in particular. Alex had soaked up pleasure this morning, pursuing it with a greed that Michael couldn’t help but admire, and then he had let himself go without any hint of shame. God, it felt good to know that Alex had finally found that comfort with himself.

He breathed in and out, counting the seconds down until the connection faded. Once it was over, he gave himself five more minutes under the hot spray, letting whatever was welling in his eyes, slip unseen down his face. He cursed his stupid alien biology in the same breath that he clung to it for giving him Alex again, if only briefly. 

After he was dressed for his brunch plans with everyone, he checked his phone before he left, to find a text from Alex. The contact had been updated one more time, six months after the Crashcon, from “Alex -best bro” to “Alex -bf”. Isobel had been way too excited to see that notation, until Michael had patiently explained it had stood for ‘best friend’. Maybe in another universe it was ‘boyfriend’, just not this one.

This wasn’t crumbs, he had argued to her, Alex was still a feast for him in whatever way he could have him. He read the text with his mind still working to box up the feelings that lingered for Alex, “Tell everyone we will be late- overslept”. The ‘we’ was what puzzled Michael the most about the whole situation over the last year. Why was Alex still thinking about Michael the way he did while he was with someone else?

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[ariesauthor]

Starstruck

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

warnings: a brief mention of violence and torture (typical unsub stuff), Just flirting....for now??

word count: 1.9K

a/n: This is my first fanfic so I’m a little nervous, so sorry if it’s kinda rough around the edges. If anyone asks then I’ll make a continuation. Also, I’m sorry if there’s an error in grammar or in the description of the burlesque scene, I’m not an expert in either.

summary: The stars of the nightlife in NYC are being targeted and during the BAU’s investigation Spencer meets a flirty burlesque dancer 

Dr. Reid didn’t think this case was going to be any different from the usual ones the BAU receives but he would later find out how wrong he was. On the jet ride over to New York City, the team goes over the basics of the case.

“So this unsub has been torturing, sexually assaulting, and disfiguring popular women of the nightlife scene”, Penelope briefs on the computer screen. “The first victim was a popular stripper in a high-class strip club. And the second was the #1 hostess in an exclusive hostess bar.“

“All their hair has been cut off and their clothes have been taken off as well”, Morgan observes from the crime scene photos. Emily goes on to add, “he’s definitely angry at them, he goes out of his way to humiliate them”.

“These women are most likely unattainable to this man, he probably has experienced rejection in the past and when these women they reject him, he takes them by force”, Rossi concludes. The team nods in agreement.

Derek turns to the laptop, “Babygirl, is there anything else that these women have in common besides similarity in careers?”

“Hmm, there’s quite a lot of stuff, these women shopped at the same online retailers, frequented the same establishments, it will take some time to find anything noteworthy but when I do I’ll let you know in a flash, good luck lovelies!” And with that Garcia ends the video call.

When the team landed in New York and set up, they split up into units. Hotch and Rossi went to the coroner’s office to visit the bodies of all three victims. JJ and Emily stayed in the station to question the family of the victims. That left Morgan and Reid to visit the establishments each victim worked at.

As Morgan and Reid walk up to the SUV they call from Garcia, “Please tell me you found something sweetheart because we are getting squat.”

“Ok sugar, so since you guys said this guy would need some serious cash just to lay eyes on the victims, I looked at any other establishments that have the same sale rate and popularity as these places and found a burlesque club not far from you. And to top it all off I looked into that club to see if there was any connection with the victims and found a post on social media that one of the victims posted when they attended a show together .”

Morgan and Reid shared a look before asking, “What show were they attending?”

“It looks like it was a show that’s held for the most popular girl at the club. Her name is Y/N L/N and she’s there tonight for a show, sending you the address now.”

“Thanks Mama,” Derek says before turning to Reid, “Let’s go”.

~At the Club~

The pair flashed their badges at the entrance as the security guard let them pass and walk down the narrow steps. Upon arrival into the main area, Morgan walked to the bar on the right towards the bartender.

“Is the manager here? We would like to talk to Y/N L/N.”

The other bartender in the back laughed, “Get in line buddy.”

Morgan showed his badge, “I’m Special Agent Morgan and this is Dr. Reid. It’s important.” The guy in the back widens his eyes before turning back to a customer.

The first bartender responded,” Yeah I can get the manager for you but it will take some time before you can talk to Y/N, she’s about to perform soon. Wait here.” He puts down the towel he was holding and disappears backstage. Just when he does, the flashing lights shut off and a sole spotlight hits the center of the stage. Suddenly, trumpets sound from the music and the curtains pull back to reveal the most gorgeous girl Spencer has ever seen.

A kiss on the hand May be quite continental But diamonds are a girl's best friend

She was wearing a lingerie set that dripped in rhinestone fringe coupled with jewelry and heels that sparkled in the spotlight. Around her lower back and held up by her arms was a fluffy white shawl that was flung behind her as she began dancing. Her deep red lips lipsynced the lyrics and revealed a dazzling smile that stopped the heart of anyone she sent it to.

“Uhh, Morgan do you think that’s Y/N?”, Spencer’s voice raises an octave, looking at him in shock before returning to look at the stunning girl dancing across the stage as cheers erupt from the crowd. Many men raised from their seats and outstretched their hands, some of which had the honor of being reciprocated by Y/N’s delicate ones.

“I think so Big Boy” Morgan replies with a slight smile, the two never breaking their gaze away from her.

But square-cut or pear-shaped These rocks don't lose their shape Diamonds are a girl's best friend

Y/N began to step down the side stairs of the stage and walk amongst the audience. She would trace a hand across someone’s shoulder or cheek. Playfully blowing a kiss or sitting on someone’s lap. Slowly she moved across the room, getting closer and closer to the bar Spencer and Derek were located. Just as she was dancing near the closest table to the bar, the two heard a voice to their right.

“Are you guys the feds?” The two then turn around to face the manager.

“Yes, that’s us.”

“Follow me then.” As the agents follow the manager to the side entrance for backstage, Spencer caught one last glimpse of the beautiful girl five feet away, he could have sworn they made eye contact as she sent him a wink. Spencer unknowingly gulped.

. . . . .

Y/N was exhausted as the curtains closed. Just as she was about to reach for a water bottle extended to her from the stagehand, the manager walked up to her followed by two men.

Now, her job is to literally dance in front of a crowd in sexy clothing.  But having a handsome buff man and a pretty boy approach her while she’s in lingerie and sweaty from a performance made her just a little self-conscious. You recognized the one on the right when you made eye contact with him earlier, he was even cuter up close.

The manager gestures to the men behind her, “Y/N, these men would like to talk to you”.

The two show their FBI badge but the one on the right accidentally holds his upside down, causing you to giggle. He looks startled and confused before the buff man on the right speaks, “Nice to meet you, I’m Special Agent Derek Morgan and this is Dr. Spencer Reid” the one now known as Dr. Reid forms a shy smile as he raises his hand, “we’re part of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.”

“We’re here about the recent murders of Amanda Carlisle and Kayla Mcgann, did you know them?”

Your face softened, “Yes I did, I was really sad to hear the news, it’s horrible what happened to them.”

Morgan sent you a sympathetic look. “Would you mind if we asked a couple of questions?” You looked up at him. “No not at all, over here please.” You led them to your vanity and sat down.

“May I ask how you know them?” Morgan started. “We became friends a year ago at a New Years' Eve Party. Kayla approached me when she recognized me from a billboard. Then she introduced me to Amanda.”

The two listened before continuing. “Did they attend a show of yours a couple weeks back?” You nod and explained how it was the first time you had center stage so Amanda and Kayla went to go cheer you on.

The two agents asked some more questions about Kayla and Amanda, like where do they go, who do they know, but they found nothing significant or something they didn’t already know. During this time, it was mostly Agent Morgan who asked you questions, but that didn’t stop you from staring at Dr. Reid, which was probably the reason why he was so speechless.

Morgan clears his throat to grab Reid’s attention before turning back to face you, “Did you know of anyone who would want to harm Amanda and Kayla, someone they rejected?”

“Unfortunately, there’s many like that. That kind of stuff happens pretty often in our line of work. All types of guys approached them asking for a date or one-nightstands. Many of which get turned down. It’s why those two hired personal bodyguards after they started getting more attention.” You noticed the two agents exchange a look before Dr. Reid turns to face you.

“Did they have the same bodyguard?”, he licks his lips in concentration, not noticing how much the action affected you.  “U-um no they didn’t, but they did go through the same hiring service. I have a card from them, Kayla gave it to me in case I wanted to try it out myself.” You turn around and bend down to look in a drawer in your vanity, knowing damn well that your clothes didn’t leave much for the imagination. As you pulled out the card you turned around to see a very red Dr. Reid. As soon as you caught him staring, he averted his eyes. “Where’s Agent Morgan?” you ask.

“He ah-um, stepped aside to answer a call.” You smiled mischievously and said “uh-huh” as you casually walk up to the agent. You extended the card between your two fingers to which he gently received. He mumbles a quiet “thank you”.

You notice him nervously shift his weight to the other foot, gaining more confidence, you decide to lean a little closer to him. You watch as his adam apple bobbed when he swallowed at the movement. To break the silence he asks, “so, you don’t have a bodyguard?”

You stand up straight and shrug, “didn’t feel the need to.”

He finally looks back at you, his eyes squint slightly as he licks his lips again in concentration. He looks you up and down, unintentionally checking you out. “I assume you’re just as popular as Amanda and Kayla were, if not more.”

You blushed at the compliment and roaming eyes, “I regularly take self-defense classes, I feel safer by myself than being around a man.” He nodded in understanding.

“But if it was you then that’s a whole different story,” you mused as you leaned towards him again, this time slightly touching his shoulder. He glanced at his shoulder then met your eyes, to which you instinctively smile. He could see why you were popular, your charm and allure was unexplainable and interacting with you felt effortless yet exciting.

Just then his colleague yells back “that was Hotch, we gotta head back and deliver the profile”.  

The younger agent nods and turns back to you, handing you a card, “thank you for your time, if you remember anything else or have any questions please call us.”

“I’ll be sure to, wouldn’t want to pass up meeting you again.” You remove your hand. “Feel free to come again. I’ll give you a free show.” before sending him a wink.  

Stunned and embarrassed, all Reid can do is nod before turning to around to leave. He bumps into someone in the process, apologizing frantically as he catches up to Morgan.

You watch as Derek pats Spencer’s back.  A presence comes up behind you as you hear, “I didn’t know that was your type.” Another burlesque dancer, Nancy, stands beside you to follow your gaze. “That hot beefcake was standing right there and you chose to flirt with the cute nerdy boy. No wonder you turn down all those hot CEOs, you’re into cute FBI agents.”

“Specifically, THAT cute FBI agent” you laugh. Nancy laughs with you as you two walk to get ready for the next performance.

[anxiouslyfred]

Aro Eyes

Summary: Virgil has noticed that since his eyes started changing colour to match his soulmates hair, it’s rotated between the colours of the Aro flag. It’s helped him figure out that he’s aro too, but there first meeting isn’t so simple.

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When Virgil was younger he had loved and loathed all the stories of soulmates meeting and immediately getting married, having a romance everyone was meant to dream of. Nowadays he just hated it, and the pressure everyone put on having a romantic relationship with your soulmate.

All of that was purely because his soulmate whomever they were, wherever they might be, was almost definitely aromantic and he didn't want to change that at all. Facing the questions and pressures of society was still an intimidating prospect for whenever Virgil met them though.

His eyes had been regularly changing colours to match his soulmates hair for years, ever swapping from green to grey to black with an ever remaining circle of white in them. What else was Virgil to believe than that they were aro? 

It had taken a while for Virgil to move from realising his soulmate seemed to be aro, to figuring out that he didn't mind that much because he was also aromantic and only really wanted a friend in his life partner, nothing beyond that currently. Part of him wished he could be so confident in what label to use for his sexual attraction since despite the purple, black and grey flag being very much his style, asexual didn't fit comfortably at all.

Today though he had to focus on costume and props to the current production in the theatre he worked at. There had been mentions of a few of the cast getting their hair dyed, either for the show or for personal choice, so Virgil was keeping an eye out, just in case there was someone with emerald green hair that matched his eyes today. He'd never decided if the white would be a shaved bald patch or if his soulmate might have a white streak permanently in their hair.

He was not expecting to have one of the visiting actors storm over and glare down at him while he was rearranging the props for the opening night. “Can I help you?” Virgil asked when they seemed content to start a staring contest.

“I'm Remus, he/him. You're Virgil the backstage expert and my soulmate. So when's our first date?” Individually Remus's words would have made sense for Virgil to hear, but all together? He was currently reeling from what had just been said.

“Nope, do not like that idea at all.” He shook his head, already backing away once the mention of a date registered to his mind, before waving up at his eyes. “Hang on, You're aro too. What do you mean, date?”

Remus blinked at the move, but shrugged, “Oooh! You're Aro? Cool, what chaos should we cause to stick it to the romance obsessed fools?”

“None!” Virgil exclaimed, completely lost over where the conversation could go next. Remus might be his soulmate but following his thoughts was a roller-coaster. “Are you just skipping over the fact that literally all signs I've had since our teenage years says you're aro too? Including the emerald green hair you currently sport?”

Glancing up to his white fringe as much as he could, Remus snorted a little, shaking his head. “I just like green. Parentals keep insisting that I can't keep it green for evens so the black and grey are my favourite alternatives. I've never connected it to the flags but now you've mentioned it.... FANTASTIC!! I've been supporting the identity of my soulmate my entire life despite only just meeting them! Am I the best soulmate ever or what?!” The yelling startled Virgil when it began, enough to get him hiding a little when stares where turned around to him.

“You're definitely the 'Or What' in that question.” He hissed out, trying to shove Remus into a seat and hopefully shut him up.

Remus just jumped away from him again, hands going either side of his mouth and yelling again. “HA! BEAT THAT ROMAN!! I'm the better soulmate and better brother too!”

“Who the hell are you trying to yell at? Sit down, shut up and zip it!” This time Virgil didn't give him the chance to get away, gripping Remus's shoulder's tightly while pushing him face first into some old scenery curtains. “If you're going to make this big a scene then you're going from helping me learn my identity when we never met to just stressing me out completely in person.” That hiss actually had enough of the fight melt out of Remus that Virgil let him go again.

For a few moments Remus remained leaning where he'd been pushed while Virgil took a couple of deep breaths to calm down.

“Sorry, do I have to keep sniffing these curtains cause they're damp and my nose is cold?” The mumble came eventually.

“I'll make a note to suggest the ceiling and roof is checked. Get out of it.” Virgil sighed, nudging the others shoulder. “Are we calming down now?”

“I guess, sorry I got over excited.” Remus pouted at him. “I just wanted to make sure you know you're important. To be good and not upset you.”

Virgil frowned, glancing at him over the choice of words. “Nice attempt, possibly a bit to loud for me. How about we try coming up with something extreme but quiet? Noise sets off my anxiety when it's unpredictable.”

“Painting? We could do painting together, and I could show you all the monsters and aliens I've tried designing for different climates that could happen in the universe.” Remus perked up a little, already thinking up ideas if Virgil understood the bouncing that was beginning.

“Sounds good, Remus. Bring some paints in and we can try doing that between shows and when you aren't on stage.” They shared a grin with that agreement made.

This week of shows would probably change a lot now they'd met and Virgil for once was excited to see what came next.

[stvpidinlove]

[ RONEN RUBINSTEIN, HE/HIM, CIS MAN ]  —  [ SHILOH ECKHAUS ]  is a child of  [ THANATOS ]  with the power of  [ DEATH NEGATION ] .  they were born in  [ 1994 ]  and have been in nemean lion since  [ 2010 ] .  with the change, they  [ HAVE GRADUATED FROM ]  the  [ STANDARD ]  role which makes sense since they’re usually  [ READING BIOGRAPHIES & WATCHING NATURE DOCS ] .  if you’d like to meet them try the  [ MOON ]  building .

anyway...i have a disease where i have to write angsty men regularly

BASICS

hometown: boone, north carolina

eye color: blue

hair color: brown

height: 5′10

sexuality: bisexual

birthday: november 7, 1994 ( scorpio )

BIO

i think...thanatos has a thing for damaged women, and another thing for women who just want to help others, and ruth eckhaus was both. he draws women in who either hate themselves or can find the good in him, which isn’t easy to find. thanatos was cold and often volatile but there was something in him to love. so she didn’t do anything wrong in falling for the literal personification of death, but she made a mistake when she got pregnant.

even if he had been mortal, ruth never thought he was the kind of man who would stick around, even less likely when the ultrasound revealed she was pregnant with twins. part of her was unsurprised, since he’d mentioned having a twin brother.

the twins were born after a hard, long labor, which ruth swore was ripping her apart inside. but she survived, and she was happy for two healthy babies, because she knew she could never put herself through that again.

she met a man when the twins were still young, who wasn’t bad, especially compared to the father of her children. but he said a similar mysteriousness and she often didn’t know where he was or what he was doing. it got better once they got married, but when the police came knocking asking about his whereabouts on the day a young woman was taken (and later killed) a few miles away, she didn’t have a good answer.

with very little evidence, her husband was sentenced to life in prison, and while she never once wavered in her belief of his innocence, it wasn’t as black and white for shiloh. the prosecution had presented a compelling argument, at least that’s what the jury had thought. and at the age of eight, shiloh might have agreed.

his already tenuous relationship with his step-father became even more strained, visiting prison regularly with his mother and sister, but as he got older, it became his choice and he didn’t often want to be there, in that place, seeing the only father he’d ever known like that.

shiloh had always been a quiet, slightly moody child, which only got worse once his father was sent away and his mother was forced to pick up the slack on top of paying the newly incurred legal fees. since shiloh and ariel had each other, they didn’t always notice how harried their mother was, or how isolated they had become at school, because no matter what they’d always have each other.

when the twins were fourteen, riding bikes but already dreaming of getting their permits, ariel challenged shiloh to a race and set off down the street. she looked behind her shoulder to jeer at him when she was hit by a car. she died almost immediately on impact, by which time the driver was long gone.

shiloh didn’t know about his power yet, or...not really. he’d once seen a dead baby bird, the sight twisting his stomach, a nausea which only grew stronger when the bird suddenly got up and started squawking for its mother. he wasn’t sure why the relief of being wrong about the bird made him feel worse, or why he had a headache for the remainder of the day.

but when he ran over to ariel and watched her breathe her last breaths, he grabbed her hand and begged her not to leave him. he’d never wanted anything so desperately in his life, and after a few minutes of crying, he was starting to feel faint himself. his breathing grew more and more shallow, as if the life was leaving his body, but then he saw ariel inhale. in fact, it was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.

he awoke in a hospital bed next to his sister, who by all accounts, was perfectly fine aside from some cuts and bruises. somehow, shiloh was the one sore all over and struggling to get air into his lungs. they looked at each other, simultaneously understanding what had happened, and quietly agreed not to tell anybody else.

but their mother, knowing the truth of their paternity, was immediately suspicious and terrified, so she sent them off to nemean lion the next year in the hopes that neither of her children would die before her.

RANDOM FACTS

sooooo yeah shiloh is an Emo Boy but can you blame him, no <3 maybe he’s valid but i’ll only say that once

basically he brought his sister back to life when they were kids and nearly died himself with the energy exerted and he’s never brought another human being back to life since (and doesn’t plan on ever doing it again)

i guess you could say he...respects the circle of life? he doesn’t want to play, ahem, god, so when someone dies he just accepts this as being a part of life. but ariel’s death was so sudden that he didn’t think before bringing her back, nor did he fully know what he was doing

but he’s pretty sure he could never survive without her and he doesn’t actually know, realistically, what he’d do if she ever died again

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

maybe someone he dislikes but is friends with ariel, or vice versa?! they’re both assholes so this seems unrealistic but uwu

that said, someone who wants to be his friend fsr, or just acts like one without him ever actually acknowledging their friendship /:

i suppose he could bond with someone over not knowing what the heck they’re doing here or what to do with their life or ahhhh!!

he’s been at nl for a decade so mb he do have at least one good friend who he’s almost actually kind of vulnerable around and knows him better than most people

someone who just likes to annoy him bc he is no fun but it entertains them to get on his nerves idk u kno the vibe

[promptmaker]

Sinfully Nalu Prompt suggestions.

Here are suggestions for the Sinfully NaLu event prompts! If you want to use one, let me know and I can cross it out if you want. If none of these work for you but you still want an idea for the prompt, let me know and I can try to help!

1. Biting/Fangs/Teeth:  Now that Natsu and Lucy are together, Natsu has taken a liking to “marking” Lucy by leaving bite marks all over her. Though she enjoys it, it is a source of constant teasing from the other FT ladies whenever they bathe together. So she devises a way to get back at Natsu and leave some marks of her own. With research help from Levy, Lucy finds a spell that temporarily gives her fangs like Natsu. Next time they are alone together, they take great pleasure in marking each other up.

2. Biting/Fangs/Teeth: While fixing Natsu’s favorite spicy meal, Lucy spills some on herself after he sneaks up on her. Before she can get mad, Natsu is already licking the mess off of her. Liking the taste, he decides to make a meal out of Lucy instead.

3. Public Sex:  (Post Series) Fairy Tail is participating in the Grand Magic games yet again and are doing well. Natsu and Lucy are participating this year and after a few successful wins, they decide to celebrate in the team locker room.

4. Public Sex: During a stay at a fancy onsen,Lucy and Natsu indulge in a night of drinking at the bar after a dip in the hotspring. Unsurprisingly, Lucy becomes a bit tipsy and starts becoming extra  flirty and handsy with Natsu.  So he decides to end their night of drinking early and take Lucy back to their room to give her what she wants. Or he tries too but the place is big and gets lost. Lucy loses her patience and kisses Natsu against a wall and says she can’t wait anymore and they could go at it right then and there if they need to. Natsu is surprised but thrilled at her suggestion. Since it's late and the hallway is deserted, they go for it and Natsu takes her against the wall there.

5. Public Sex: Natsu and Lucy sneak off during a break at one of her book signings to have some fun at the back of the book store.

6. Public Sex: After starting the latest bar fight at the guild, Natsu is tasked with cleaning the FT pool as punishment. He manages to drag Lucy along to help him. But they can only see each other scantily clad and working up a sweat for so long before they go at it right in the pool.

7. Public Sex: (Modern AU)  Natsu and Lucy are enjoying a comic convention that they go to every year. Dressed up in cosplay the two wander the main hall and get quite a bit of attention due to their sexy cosplay. When Lucy gets a little too much attention, Natsu drags her off the main floor and finds a quiet place for a quickie.

8. Public Sex: When Lucy tells Natsu he can pick their next date location she knew she was asking for trouble and he confirms her fears by taking her to a nude beach. When she realizes he picked the location specifically to fluster her she decides two can play at that game and the two tease each other the entire time they are there. They of course get carried away and sneak somewhere hidden to go at it before they get caught.   Afterward Lucy realizes that she really had fun there and is open to returning.  Also works under the Secret prompt.  (Old Prompt)

9. Dirty Talk/Texting  Natsu and Lucy have been together for a couple of months now and can’t keep their hands off each other. It gets so bad that Lucy’s friends need to drag her away for some girl time at a spa/onsen. NaLu secretly keeps in touch via text and face time throughout Lucy’s trip but things escalate when a drunken and flirty Lucy starts sending Natsu risque pics and texts throughout her time there.   Their escapades end with a video chat session that turns steamy.  (Old Prompt)

10. Dirty talk/Sexting: After nearly destroying half a town during a mission, Natsu is brought before the magic council for the standard lecture. During which he mostly ignores them and texts Lucy under the table. To tease her, he makes the topic dirty and about the things they’ll do together when he gets home. But she takes him by surprise by making the conversation even dirtier and soon Natsu has another problem under the table.

11. Dirty Talk/Sexting:  Lucy and Natsu want to spice things up their sex life and they think adding dirty talk will help. They both do their own research on what they think sexy dirty talk will sound like (Lucy from the library/Levy, Natsu from the older FT guys). After their research they get together to put it to the test with… interesting results.

12. Dirty Talk/Sexting: Lucy is away on a week long photo shoot while Natsu is at home recovering from an injury. When he complains to her that he is bored, she decides to start sending him pictures of her in various sexy outfits she is wearing for the shoot. The messages between them become sexier and devolve into Natsu telling her what he wants to do to her and Lucy sending even more sexy/nude pics to instigate him (Optional: Lucy has a lady friend help her take the pics.)

13. Wedding night/Wedding:  Natsu and Lucy’s dream wedding is not going as expected. Natsu sees Lucy too early, the half the guests are delayed by a storm, there are issues with the food ect. So Natsu and Lucy find an empty room at the venue (or wherever the wedding takes place) and have a quiet moment together and are just glad they have each other. The tender moment quickly turns mischievous when one of them suggests a quickie to take the edge off. They are of course accidentally caught on camera by the wedding photographer.

14. Wedding Night/Wedding: NaLu have just gotten married and have just arrived at their hotel room to “celebrate”. Throughout the day, Natsu has been teasing Lucy that she looked great in her dress but he was going to burn it off her once they are alone and to his surprise she does encourage him to burn it off. Revealing that there was a spell on the dress that burned it off without hurting her and that she was wearing flame themed lingerie underneath. Now the fun can really begin.  (Lucy can switch out her actual wedding dress with this one before the scene takes place. I doubt she would burn the real thing.)

15. Snowed in/Trapped: Natsu and Lucy are stuck at home after several days of heavy snow. With Natsu crawling up the wall from boredom, Lucy makes a suggestion. With the help of Virgo and Natsu’s magic, they use the excess snow to create an impromptu hot spring in their backyard. As a challenge from Natsu, they two streak nude across the rest of the snow in their yard to get to the spring. An extra excuse to cuddle for warmth once they get there. Which of course leads to other things.

16. Snowed In/Trapped: A huge snow storm has blocked all the roads and has made a mess on the Dragneel household, so Natsu and Lucy spend their morning clearing the surrounding snow. Natsu of course starts a snowball fight that ends with him putting snow down Lucy’s shirt and her using Aquarius in retaliation. Now both thoroughly soaked, the two head inside, strip down, and must think of some creative ways to “warm up”.

17. Marking/Mating/Ritual:  An attempt to get Natsu’s DS mating cycle under control backfires when the spell that is supposed to calm him down, just gives his mating urges to Lucy instead. Now he must tend to her every need for 72 hours until the spell passes.

18. Marking/Mating/Ritual: After Lucy and Natsu get married, they are offered a rare honor by the Celestial Spirit King to perform a special mating ritual in the Celestial World. During this ritual their souls temporarily merge and it's supposed to be a deep bonding experience. Other future benefits is that they can share magic when they need to and can sense where the other is any time. They are given their own special villa to stay at where they can perform the ritual and not have to worry about their energy draining or losing time while in the Celestial World.

19. Starting a Family:  (Edolas)  Lucy Ashley is pregnant with her and Natsu Doragion’s first child and her sex drive is through the roof. So before he goes on his next solo mission, she is sure to get as much out of him as she can. He is more than happy (and a bit scared) to help.

20. Starting a Family: Natsu and Lucy have been in a friends with benefits relationship for quite some time, too afraid of ruining their friendship if they were to take things further. But when Natsu gets Lucy pregnant, they must figure out what their new relationship is going to be and how they are going to start a family together.

21. Massage/Masseuse: (Modern AU): Lucy has been visiting a massage parlor frequently lately (either for stress relief or for Physical Therapy). But mostly she goes there to flirt with her favorite masseuse, Natsu. He likes to flirt back too but attempts to be professional about it. Until eventually the sexual tension between them snaps and they go at it then and there.   (Roles can be flipped)

22. Massage/Masseuse: When Natsu takes a bad hit during a mission, he needs healing ointment rubbed onto his body regularly for a week. His girlfriend Lucy is happy to help him with this and they both indulge in a Nurse/Patient role-play they’ve been wanting to try.

23. Massage/Masseuse (Minor Hero’s/Edens Zero crossover): Lucy and Natsu are visiting the Edens Zero crew on their ship. When the crew becomes preoccupied with something, they encourage Natsu and Lucy to indulge in the bath and massage room. Which they gladly do. After their bath the two head to the massage room where Natsu plans on giving Lucy the rub down of her life!

24. Magic: (Whip) Lucy has gotten a new electrical whip. When Natsu puts them in the red again for being too destructive on a mission, she decides he needs to be punished. So next time they are intimate, she introduces the whip in the bedroom (Natsu is into this. She uses it to tie him up, lightly shock/stimulate him, and spanking (or whatever the writer wants.)

25. Magic: (X-Ray Glasses) Lucy gives Natsu magic glasses before a mission, telling him it's important that he wears them and it will help find what they are looking for.  What he doesn’t know is that they are actually Magic X-Ray Glasses. As revenge for an earlier prank done on her, Lucy enchants them to only work on her so Natsu can see through her clothes throughout the mission. But he can’t do anything about it with their teammates there (glasses could also be magically stuck to his face for a while), so he has to suffer his mate intentionally teasing him throughout the day until they finally get some alone time at an inn, where he pounces her and they both get some much needed release.

26. Magic: (Pleasure) NaLu are exposed to a “Pleasure” spell from a dark mage during a mission. They are forced to leave the dark mage in the care of their teammates as they scurry off to find a secluded area where they can work off the spell.   (Pleasure spell like Laracade’s, that sends a person into a heightened pleasured state until they reach completion with someone.)  (Old Prompt)

27. Magic: (Clones)  When Lucy makes the mistake of asking Cana what to get Natsu for his birthday, Cana crudely reveals that she has a new multiply card that can multiply anyone she touches with it and she convinces Lucy it would be a great bedroom surprise for Natsu. (Can also be given to Natsu)   (Old Prompt)

28. Magic: (Transform)  NaLu are at home practicing transformation magic for a mission. Once they get the hang of it they start having some fun with it. But once one (or both) of them find a transformation that the other finds too desirable for the other to ignore, the real fun can begin. (Bunny or Cat girl Lucy? Dragon Lord Natsu?  Whatever the writer wants!)  (Old Prompt)

29. Magic: (Invisibility) Natsu convinces Lucy to use a leftover invisibility potion to help him with some pranks at the guild. They quickly realize what other sexual mischief they can get up to at the guild now that  they won’t get caught.

30. Magic: (Unison Raid) While Natsu and Lucy are having an intense intimate moment, they activate a unison raid by accident. But instead of causing destruction, it amplifies everything they are feeling together.

[scandalsavagefanfic]

DC Kink Meme Prompts List

Since the kink meme is getting a lot of attention and growing daily, I thought I’d post a convenient place where I can keep track of the prompts that I’d like to see filled again. I figure you’re all here because we share similar interests and this way, if you’re a writer with looking for a prompt, you don’t have to scroll through the almost 400 prompts that are currently posted. 

So here we go. Beware, this is a kink meme. These are nsfw and some may be triggering. 

JayDick Watersports -  Filled HERE

sub!Jason & Dom!Dick are in a consensual D/s relationship that has a heavy Master/slave dynamic (whether 24/7 or primarily during sex is up to you!). They're on a stakeout one night, and it's really cold, and, aw, fuck, Dick needs to piss, but he doesn't want his dick to freeze. Good thing he's got his bitch there with him, right? Dick pissing in Jay's ass preferred just to show the level of not caring about Jay's comfort [it's still cold!], but totally not gonna complain about piss drinking, either, if Dick's feeling a little more charitable. Is Jay surprised because it's the first time Dick has done this? Is this a normal, expected duty that he performs regularly? That's up to you!

Tim/Jason A/B/O - Filled

In an A/B/O world where omegas are in charge and alphas are treated like animals, or kept as pets, CEO Tim decides to treat himself to a new toy and buys Jason. Feel free to go as wild as you like with the kinks, I'm pretty unsquickable

Tim/Jason Stalker!Tim - Filled on the Meme by anon and HERE (by me)

Older Tim, younger Jason, where Tim's stalking gets a little obsessive once Jason takes over as Robin, and he starts stalking Jason out of costume as well as at night. A little judicious hacking later and he's able to keep an eye on Jason's internet activity too. Once he finds Jason looking at gay porn he knows he's got an in. And he starts blackmailing Jason, online at first, but escalating every time he gets Jason to go a little further, until he gets him to submit in person.

Slade/Dick/Jason - Filled amazingly HERE

Dick's been with Slade for a while, and now that he's stopped fighting and given into his training, Slade thinks he deserves a reward. Every good boy deserves a puppy, and Batman's new Robin looks like he could fit the role perfectly.

Jason Todd - Object Insertion - Filled on the meme (art)

Honestly, that's all I've got for you. I just want someone making Jason take things up his ass that have no business being there. Consensual or not are both fine! Any ship, though definitely a strong preference for Roy, Slade, Tim, Kyle, Dick, Roman or Ra's. Preferably not underage, but I'm not entirely opposed.

Ra's/Jason - Filled HERE

Ra's test drives an undunked Jason. The boy must be useful for something, after all, and he looks so pretty in chains. ABO welcome. 

Prompt- Pegging (Jason) - Filled HERE

Jason gets pegged by one (or more ;)) of the lovely ladies of the DC universe. And enjoys it thoroughly Pairing is dealer's choice. <3

Bruce/Jason 

Bruce takes in Jason off the streets, but more for use as a personal whore than to be Robin. Bonuses for Bruce still adopting Jason and getting off on fucking his son. EXTRA bonus points for Alfred's unfazed acceptance/support of it and perhaps even his participation.

Jason Todd Intercrural Sex - Filled on meme

This man deserves more thigh fucking and so do we! All ships welcome!

No Title - Bruce/Jason, Dick finds out Bruce has been sexually abusing Jason

One of the other prompts made me realize that while there are a lot of fics where Jason discovers Bruce has been abusing Dick, there are none the other way around and suddenly I have a craving. So I would like for Dick to find out (maybe right after Jason returns, Dick catches them and overhears Bruce say something to indicate it used to happen regularly) that Bruce had been sexually abusing Jason since the moment he found him and try to save him. And like, because of his background as a child prostitute, Jason kind of thinks it's normal or that it's the only way he could earn love? Maybe Bruce implies that Jason is useless otherwise and he'd end up back on the streets if he's not useful. Maybe Bruce is even happy to point out that the reason he never even considered touching the others is because they were too good for it, pure and wholesome, while Jason was ruined goods.

Dick/Jason fuck-or-die bottom!Jay 

I would absolutely kill to see a fic where Dick is forced to fuck Jason (for whatever reason but preferably not due to sex pollen/aphrodisiacs/drugs - I would prefer if they were both in their right minds please) Preferably they wouldn't be in a relationship or have secret feelings for each other and this would be mutual noncon/rape with a focus on how horrified they are that they're having to do this to each other. I would really, really like if it was bottom!Jason for this, but that there is acknowledgement that Dick is being raped here too!

Skeezy Ric Grayson

One specific fic I read has completely coloured my perception of Ric, and now I'm just desperate to see him being a total creep. Perving on his siblings and former friends. Would love to see him not take no for an answer, especially with someone who doesn't want to fight back because "it's still Dick in there somewhere, I can't hurt him" or something like that. Preference for Wally (HiC who?) or Jason, but Tim, Roy, Babs or Donna would be okay, too! A/B/O with Alpha!Ric would be a bonus but isn't necessary.

Cassie/Rose bondage spanking and D/s, semi-dubious consent

Cassie has had enough of Rose mouthing off and causing trouble, so she ties her up with her lasso and lectures her. Rose mockingly asks her if she’s going to spank her for being a bad girl, and much to her surprise, Cassie does. They both enjoy it much more than expected

Nyssa/Talia

Nyssa/Talia, set post-Death and the Maidens, Talia restrained while Nyssa gets her off, begging to be allowed to reciprocate. Bonus points for twisty fucked up Nyssa POV with all kinds of big global megalomaniacal justifications for what she's doing and how important it is to the greater good. (Reposted from old DC kinkmeme)

Jason Todd/Dick Grayson/Roy Harper/Koriand’r

Kori loves watching her subs play with each other and rewards them well for good behavior

JayTim hatesex

Jason and Tim having incestuous-sibling-rivalry-hate-sex against the memorial

Any Bats/???, Alfred has to clean up

Poor Alfred often gets stuck cleaning up the mess when any of the family bring partners over. The crackier the circumstances the better!

Slade/Jason identity porn

Slade and Jason fuck while in costume as and pretending to be Batman and Nightwing respectively

Kyle Rayner/any

Kyle winds up working as a stripper somehow. Some other heroes find out and pay him a visit

Batfam/Jason; non con or resigned-to-his-fate cumdumpster!Jason

Could also be Earth-3 Owlfam/Jason. A/B/O welcome but it doesn't have to be. Would appreciate any one or combination of the following: dehumanization/objectification, humiliation, public sex, breeding kink, restraints, fucking machines, cum enemas, lots of cum in general, size kink... I just want something unapologetically filthy. I'm pretty much good with everything but scat.

Dick/Tim non/dub-con, universe hopping

Dark Dick from a dark universe ends up in the main universe, where he is delighted to find a brand new Timmy to play with, who unconditionally trusts his brother and doesn't know he's been replaced. Cue Dick slowly luring him in so he can have his fun. Tim doesn't realize until it's too late, or doesn't realize at all and has no idea how his beloved older brother could do this to him. Main universe has fully platonic, familial relationships within in the batfam. Feel free to imply/state anything you like about the dark universe. Grooming/slowly warming Tim up to more and more touches, crying, overstimulation, bondage, or any combination thereof are all bonuses

Young Justice S3 Dick/Jason omegaverse

Alpha!Dick Grayson is stuck on a mission and somehow has to help the mysterious Red-Hooded omega through his heat. But they have to stay quiet in order to not wake the pup Damian sleeping right next to them. Preferably there's an identity reveal in there where Dick finds out the omega is Jason Todd under the mask.

Addict!Roy Harper Noncon

Noncon (or possibly dubcon, if the manipulation is clear enough to readers) with Snowbirds Don't Fly era!Roy Harper as the victim. Could be an OC, another Titan, a Leaguer, a canon villain... Dealer's choice! Looking for something that really focuses on how he's being taken advantage of, rather than just "can't technically consent because he's high, but is totally into it."

Woder Woman/Batman, Rough Sex

Bruce loves it when Diana is rough with him

Bane/Bruce, violent noncon

Something set during Knightfall, where Bane decides to take “breaking the Bat” even further by raping Bruce and possibly also his precious little Robin

Jay/Tim bdsm AU, sub Jay

What it says on the tin. Was thinking maybe also an arranged marriage of sub Jason to dom Tim Drake, to cement a business union but also because subs aren’t full citizens.

Robin!Jason/Bruce Somnophilia

Bruce drugs his new little Robin and slips into his room. He takes his time with him, enjoying Jason before carefully opening and fucking him. Would be great if Jason wakes up towards the end but can't do anything but take it- maybe because of the drugs, maybe because of the way Bruce is holding him down, or even because he likes it.

Sidekicks/Villains noncon glory wall

Any sidekicks you want—Speedy, the Robins and Batgirls, Kid Flash and Impulse, the Wonder girls, etc.—being displayed in a glory wall, leaving their holes open for fucking. Interested villains can pay to fuck any hole they desire, and they enjoy wrecking the sidekicks and filling them with come

Robin!Jason/Villains & Henchmen?

Robin Jason gets captured and tied up by the villain of the week, who decides to take advantage of the situation. Robin is blindfolded and groped/fucked by the villain and maybe some henchmen while waiting for Batman to rescue him. Batman finding a bound and blind Jay too tempting to resist is a bonus.

Dickjay daddy kink

Older! Dick and bottom! Jason. Jason came back years later and Dick is around 40.

OmegaJason/Batfam first heat, lactation

It's Jason's first heat and the alphas of the pack know that his milk is on its way soon. All it needs is a little encouragement. A few knots and some nipple play should do it. His milk tastes perfect as it starts to flow.

Jason/Dick, Jason/RomanSionis, Hooker!Jason & Officer Grayson

So this is based off a discussion from AGES ago in the jayroman discord server that I still think about to this day XD A no capes au in which Jason never gets picked up by Bruce and ends up a crime alley prostitute who somehow along the way caught the eye of Black Mask and winds up working for him. And Black Mask has basically the whole city in his pocket, including the police force, which is why it’s so annoying when this little upstart, Officer Dick Grayson, starts to try to challenge his hold on the city, the little goody two-shoes denying any and all bribes and refusing to back down in the face of threats. And it should be easy to squash one annoying little bug, but somehow all attempts have failed and he can’t openly go after him without risking his reputation as a clean, law-abiding businessman, a reputation that’s slowly starting to unravel thanks to the dogged efforts of Officer Grayson, because the little shit is annoyingly not as stupid as his attempts to go after Roman would make him seem and despite all of Roman’s power and having basically the entire police force and the various other government officials Roman has in his pocket against him, he has made far too much headway in his endeavors So Roman gives Jason the job of seducing Dick, because if bribery and threats don’t work, video evidence of an officer fucking an underage hooker makes excellent blackmail material, and should be enough to take him down for good if he ever steps a toe out of line again Except no matter how Jason tries to seduce him, Dick is just too decent a guy to take advantage (Ex: Jason: *shows up wearing even more revealing clothes than the night before.* Dick: “You must be cold, here, take my jacket.” etc.) And before he knows it, Jason finds himself growing weirdly fond of the infuriating idiot with his stupid puns and painful sincerity

Roman Sionis/Jason Todd, AOB noncon impregnation gang rape

Intersex AOB verse. Roman wants to punish and claim the upstart omega, so he plugs Jason’s cunt and lets his men anally rape Jason until the omega begs Roman to breed his pussy

TimKon, a/b/o, alpha!Tim, bottom Conner

Humans have a/b/o. Kryptonians do not. Alpha!Tim thinks that he shouldn't bother Kon about Tim's rut. Kon thinks otherwise. Whether Kon can keep up with Tim (superpowers got to be good for something, right?) or is overwhelmed is up to anon :) I am absolutely unsquickable so whatever extra kinks are fine with me. Just please top!Tim only. Please, my crops are dying.

past romanjay now mobJay, gangbang

After getting tired with his new toy, Roman decided to just give his subordinates a chance to have fun with it. But mostly he just want to see the red hood to get more humiliated after destroying his empire.

Damian Wayne/Jason Todd, bestiality

It's time for Damian to introduce his new acquired pet to the pack, Titus and Ace.

Tim gags and spanks Damian

Red Robin has to take Robin out on patrol because Batman is away, Damian is reckless and keeps disobeying orders so Tim punishes him while having him gagged for being mouthy. can progress to something more sexual but doesn't have to be. Damian secretly enjoying it is a bonus.

Deathstroke/All the Robins

Slade really has a thing for fighting and chasing after Batbrats…

Rose/Jason mommy kink edging and pegging

Jason wants to be a good boy for mommy, Rose rewards his good behavior

Jason Todd/Kyle Rayner hatesex - Filled

I’d love some rough, angry, violent hatesex between these two. Bonus points for snarky asshole bottom!jason and kyle using his ring to make restraints/other kinky constructs ;)

Flashpoint!Father Todd/Incubus!Dick

Incubus!Dick seduces Father Todd. Jason holds out longer than most but Dick prides himself on being irresistible. He’s never failed before and he doesn’t plan to start now. But maybe, instead of his usual dine-and-ditch MO, Dick think’s he might like to savor this meal for long. Jason falls so beautifully. (bottom Jason please) Catholic aesthetics, blasphemy as kink, church sex (altar, confessional, pews, etc)

Flashpoint Thomas Wayne/Father Todd

Thomas Wayne as Batman bends Father Todd over the altar. In uniform. (At least for Thomas. It would be super hot if he strips Father Todd out of his robes first. Maybe everything except his rosary?)

Jason/Tim rape

Tim ties down Jason and rides(rapes) him. Pls let Tim use Jason as nothing but a mere meat dildo.

Titans/Dick, Titans/Jason, Titans/Tim consensual gangbang - Filled

The not-so-secret tradition of team bonding by fucking the current Bat on the Teen Titans is well-adhered to, especially given the enthusiastic consent of all participants Feel free to include any or all: garden sex, pool sex, power use, DP, riding, pegging, toy use, CBT, nipple play, cockwarming, CFNM/CMNM, and consensual somno All other kinks welcome excluding scat, watersports, emeto, ageplay, vore, and anything else bloody

Thomas Elliot/Bruce Wayne (Rape/Non-con)

Bruce doesn't realise how obsessed Thomas really is with him. Leads to Hush raping Bruce. Can be when Bruce knows who Hush is or when he still doesn't know.

Evil!Dick and Jason, noncon or dubcon

Jason comes back to his safehouse and is surprised to find Dick already there. After the initial surprise, Jason is quick to find out that there's something... off, about this Dick. He's not acting like his usual self. It turns out this isn't the usual Dick that Jason is familiar with, instead, he is a darker version of him (drugged? Talon from Earth-3 that somehow ends up in the main universe? other possibilities? all welcome options!), and this Dark!Dick is obsessed with Jason and wants to fuck him... and he doesn't take no for an answer. So there's a setup for a non-con or dub-con(in case Jason also has a crush on main Dick) for you. Restraints (gags, ropes, tapes etc.) are also welcome but doesn't have to be present.

Kon-El/Lex Luthor Daddy Kink DubCon

Lex genetically programmed Kon to need his daddy to fill him up when he created him. Lex made Kon to check all his boxes (ie Superman, something he made, a gifted teenager). Kon can’t actually consent because of programming, and he doesn’t want it until he’s getting it. Can be simple daddy kink or full of abdl. Bonus points for trans!Kon

Guy Gardner/Bunch of Aliens possible Dubcon/Noncon

Macho, hotheaded, shit-talking Guy is the embodiment of hyper-masculinity, and that arrogance of his gets him into a lot more than just a bar fight. All of Guy's enemies seem to be of the huge, muscular variety, so let's see the most stocky lantern get put in his place. Does he secretly love it? Does he outright hate it? Maybe all that shit-talking was just a ploy to finally get someone to "punish" him right. The choice is up to you. Maybe it's a bunch of random aliens Guy's ticked off in a bar. Maybe all that showboating's pissed off Kilowog or Arkillo. Maybe Lobo's still put out after being tricked one too many times by Guy. Perhaps, Atrocitus's still kinda harboring a grudge for Guy kicking him out of the Red Lanterns. Then there's always the way too touchy Dementor with his Vuldarian kin. I'm all for any other kinks or situations, I just would prefer no bathroom stuff. Go absolutely wild.

Black Mask/anyone, bathroom control, omorashi - Filled on meme

I'm a simple person with simple needs: Roman controlling whether or not someone's allowed to piss. can be consensual or noncon torture, the victim can end up pissing themselves or make it to the bathroom safely. just as long as Roman's in total control of the situation, and smug about it. bonus points: tears, begging, banter, degradation, embarrassment, additional torture, anything else along those lines. watersports only, please, no scat!

Roy Clones/Dick gangbang omegaverse

YJ season 3 episode 4 has excellent gangbang material just so you know Add omegaverse to it and its perfect Noncon/dubcon is accepted also

Titans/Jason Gangbang

Prefer comics based more than the show but either is fine. Dick and his friends welcome the new Robin the Titans way, by breaking in that hole. New kid is always the team toy, and it's even more fun now that it's Nightwing's bratty kid brother. Consensual or non con, dealer's choice. Double (or triple) penetration, dirty talk, and powers used for sex are favorite kinks but I'm good with pretty much anything.

Willis Todd/Jason Todd, Mob/Jason; Incest and forced underage prostitution

Willis pimps out his kid for cash and drugs. Catherine either pretends she doesn't know or knows and helps/doesn't care. And like any good salesman, he makes sure to test out his product to make sure it's up to snuff. 

Make it cruel and awful and hopeless. Dehumanizing and degrading. Jason is just a hole to sell and use. belting in sensitive areas, beatings, violent sex, cum play, blood play... I just want something dark and nasty. 

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Woo! Ok. I’ll try to keep this up the best I can. I’ll link/mark when prompts are filled so that you guys can check it out if you want (all filled prompts can be reached by the link in the title, but some have ao3 links that I put on the “Filled” note). 

I’ll also reblog this with any new prompts that come up or if I find I’ve forgotten one. 

[spkmth]

SOME BANAL KBNZ HEADCANONS.

HOW THEY MET, BECAME FRIENDS, AND FELL IN LOVE.

•   they met as children,  during a battle in the wild area ;   piers saved raihan from some camp interlopers one evening,  and raihan’s enthusiastic gratitude,  while grating,  meant that he immediately endeared himself to piers.     they never had the chance to become rivals,  as piers’ journey got cut short when he had to become marnie’s full-time caregiver ;   but he never fell out of touch with raihan,  and they texted one another at least once a week.     when raihan left for the isle of armor,  and then for university in kalos right after,  their messages passed less and less frequently ... and when raihan returned nearly a year later,  a fully-fledged dynamax master and certified dragonkeeper,  piers could scarcely recognize him.

•   the attraction was immediate,  but it took a long while for love to grow.     as a man both in the closet and in the spotlight,  raihan couldn’t deny his physical and mental attraction to piers,  but had to stuff his feelings to save face in front of his family and his adoring fans  ( and initially out of fear that piers wouldn’t feel the same ).     for his part,  piers made his intent apparent,  but not too apparent to jeopardize their long-time friendship ;   he’d had hundreds of one-night stands,  infamously never going back for encores,  but by the time he’d cajoled raihan into bed with him,  he realized that he was going to have to break his one-and-done rule.     they hooked up pretty regularly after that,  always in secret,  always in spikemuth for raihan’s peace of mind.

•   raihan admitted to having feelings first.     piers initially thought it was a joke or a slip of the tongue ;   he’d seen the way raihan looked at leon  ( spoiler: it was the same way he looked at raihan )  and figured that their hook-ups were just for fun.     but leon is untouchable,  and piers is warm and comforting and sweet beneath the tight leather and spikes and neon colors  ——  raihan reassures him that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,  not for all the pokégram clout in the world,  and that’s when piers realizes that  holy shit this is real.

•   yes,  they are in love.     no,  it isn’t a ruse,  a front,  or some scheme to make leon jealous.     no,  they aren’t just fucking because they’re two hot guys and people on the internet like that.

RELATIONSHIP QUIRKS.

•   yes,  raihan gets on piers’ nerves sometimes,  with his constant selfies and his exuberant,  loud personality.     piers gets on raihan’s,  too ;   his non-stop partying and continuous self-deprecation get under raihan’s skin.     but they love each other anyway  ——  no love is perfect,  and they acknowledge that they aren’t perfect people,  and they don’t expect to break the mold in this regard.

•   yes,  raihan is attracted to leon.     piers is attracted to leon too.     they have a standing agreement that if it ever came up,  leon is the only person they are allowed to have a threesome with,  or sleep with one-on-one.     but raihan likes leon on a personal level,  too,  whereas piers only sees him as  happy-go-lucky champion time guy.     indeed,  piers resents leon to some degree,  due to raihan’s fixation on him ;   its fine if raihan wants his body,  but only piers gets raihan’s heart.     piers is also genuinely suspicious of leon :   the guy’s too happy ... what has rose done to him? ( i hate when people make them a happy ot3 when piers has never been in the same room as the guy. do i think they have potential? of course. the internet exists solely for things like that. but GIVE ME CONFLICT DAMN IT. )

•   they never lie to one another.     the foundation of their relationship is  honesty.     raihan is expected to hold himself to a certain set of standards in his city and around his family,  and even on his pokégram ;   the only time he can let loose and be wild is on the pitch ... and with piers.     and of course,  for piers,  punk is about shunning social norms and truly being oneself,  and piers is the dictionary definition of a punk.     he’s genuinely never lied to raihan,  not as a child and not as a grown ass man ;   in fact,  sometimes his bluntness gets him into more trouble than a lie would.     but as a couple,  their honesty has always saved them and kept them together.

•   raihan has yet to introduce piers to his parents,  even as a friend.     they’ve seen piers on tv and have made it clear that they dislike his lifestyle.     it’s a good thing they don’t use pokégram,  or else they’d see piers’ face plastered all over raihan’s feed.     none of this bothers piers :   he won’t be introducing raihan to his parents anytime soon,  either,  because wyndon prison has strict visitation rules and piers couldn’t care less.     in fact,  the only familial validation he needs is marnie’s,  and she’s given it in spades.     marnie adores raihan,  and couldn’t imagine a better partner for her dumpster fire of a brother.

•   piers loathes the idea of marriage.     its a societal construct used to declare that a relationship is Supreme and those people are off the table,  when basic human dignity and respect should be enough for that.     unfortunately for him,  raihan is a sucker for marriage,  and has his mind set on it.     someday,  raihan.

•   raihan doesn’t like piers’ drug use,  and does his best to curb it,  but won’t ask him to stop altogether.     piers is happy living a short and explosive life,  and raihan wouldn’t change that ;   he simply keeps an eye out for him and is constantly brushing up on his cpr skills,  just in case.

•   raihan is incredibly educated,  and some would argue that he is far smarter than piers ;   as a man with full tertiary education,  as well as a certification in the most dangerous pokémon type and mastery of the dynamax phenomenon,  he could talk circles around piers if he wanted to.     but raihan knows that having an education doesn’t make one  smart ;   piers is street savvy,  much more so than raihan could hope to be,  and he knows his way around a dollar better than any professor raihan ever learned from.     and marnie is a perfectly well-educated and wonderfully socialized young lady,  mostly due to her brother’s efforts ... so anyone who makes insinuations about piers’ intelligence around raihan will always end up with a fist in their face.     for his part,  though,  piers enjoys listening to raihan prattle on about the function of a dragon’s scales,  or something else he learned in school ;   its something he’d wished he’d been able to do,  something that he hopes he gets a shot at in his next life.

•   despite being a bleeding heart who loves to spout shakespeare,  raihan struggles with physical intimacy,  sexually or otherwise.     piers is a surprisingly discerning and compassionate lover,  able to tell what his partner wants at a glance,  and completely capable of fulfilling those needs without having to be asked ;   its something that raihan envies.     he’s great at displays of affection,  and boy howdy can he explain it with words,  but he doubts he’ll ever be as intuitively gifted as piers.

•   piers has never written a song about raihan.     when asked why,  he’ll say that he simply can’t put the depth and scope of his feelings into words.     he wants to,  but every time he puts the pen to paper,  it tries to spit everything out at once,  leaving incomprehensible scribbles behind.     he doesn’t have words for the ache in his chest,  the shaking of his fingers,  the simultaneous thrill and fear of being vulnerable with someone who truly cares about him ... so he writes songs about fucking the system instead.

WHO IS BETTER THAN THE OTHER AT...

•   CARING FOR THE OTHER.     they spend equal amounts of time caring for one another ;   they’re both natural caregivers who love tending to others.     raihan is much more ready to admit when he needs to be taken care of than piers is,  as piers is used to doing everything on his own and struggles to ask for help ;   but raihan is tuned into piers’ nonverbal cues well enough that he silently steps up right when piers silently gives in.     piers,  for his part,  is happy to surrender to raihan as well ;   raihan has proven time and time again that he would never intentionally hurt him ... at least,  not without a safe word. ( the concept that piers is a uwu uke who needs to be taken care of bothers me because of his apparent willingness to relinquish control, something that canon piers has some pretty clear issues with doing. he strikes me as a man who needs to be needed,  and who enjoys being a caretaker even if he’ll never admit it. the vulnerability of letting raihan take care of him, when piers has cared for others his whole life, is what attracts me to this pairing, not a hot goth boy getting railed in the ass. it isn’t that he NEEDS to be taken care of; its that he WANTS to be taken care of, by raihan. that’s good shit. and also piers isn’t a goth. )

•   COOKING.     raihan is the better cook,  but piers makes a better cup of tea.     raihan is the whip-shit at making curry ;   its probably the one thing he’s beaten leon at.     for his part,  piers’ cups of tea are as legendary as his singing,  and he has his friends’ and family’s preferences memorized.

•   SINGING / MUSIC.     piers,  purely for his understanding of musical constructs and ability to read music.   raihan can’t read music to save his soul,  but he is great at learning by ear,  and has a wonderful grasp of pitch and tone.     piers has a wider range,  but raihan has a purer voice ;   years of chainsmoking has added a distinctive rasp to piers’ voice,  but that’s one of the things that makes him famous.     the first time the public got any inkling of their closeness was a spontaneous duet at a karaoke bar  ( and surprisingly,  they were sober ).

•   FUCKING.     piers,  no contest.     he’s talented and infamous for his exploits,  and if he hasn’t tried it,  he wants to.     raihan certainly isn’t wet behind the ears,  but sex isn’t his priority ;   he likes connecting with people on an individual level,  and then a physical level if they’re compatible.     piers has the higher libido of the two,  and this sometimes bothers raihan,  partly because he wishes he had a greater sex drive and partly because he wishes piers would stop and smell the roselia with him instead of constantly trying to get him out of his clothes.

WHO DOES WHAT MORE?

•   SMOKING / DRINKING.     piers smokes way more than raihan,  and raihan prefers hookah to cigarettes.     they’re both drinkers,  but skinny little piers can drink the dragon under the table.     however,  raihan is aces at concealing his level of drunkenness until he’s beyond the point of no return ;   piers is shit at hiding it.     drunk piers is baseline horny,  sometimes happy,  sometimes angry ;   raihan is the happy / sleepy kind of drunk.     raihan is picky and prefers mixed drinks,  and piers will drink anything that isn’t cheap beer.     raihan greatly prefers drinking at home,  as he’d seen piers get roofied at a pub once and it traumatized him.

•   STAYING UP LATE.     piers is the king of the night-noctowls.     raihan is lucky to make it to midnight.

•   CHECKING THEIR PHONE.     raihan.     always raihan.     piers’ poor rotom-phone has abandonment issues from how little it’s used.

•   TOPPING / BOTTOMING.     piers is 90% power bottom and 10% service top.     he loves getting fucked and telling his lover how he wants it,  but he’s also great at pleasing his partner no matter what they want from him,  and loves taking care of his partner and making them scream.     raihan is 70% service top, 15% power top,  and 15% genuine sub.     as nice as it is to flex his muscles and use his ungodly height to his advantage,  sometimes its nice to just be taken care of.     fortunately for raihan,  piers is great at understanding nonverbal cues,  and can easily tell what mindset raihan is in without having to ask.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #402

“there’s a space kept in hell with your name on the seat  /  with a spike in the chair just to make it complete”

Have you ever had any really infected injuries? Not an injury, per se, but I've had at least one ear piercing get infected during the healing process. Shit sucks ass. Are you popular on any websites? No. What was the last song you listened to? "Savior" by SWARM. Are you considered popular at school? I wasn't. If you could host your own talk show, would you do it? No. I've got nothing interesting to talk about. If you were starving would you eat food out of a garbage can? I honestly don't know if I could with how squeamish I am about sharing food, even with family. And we're talking about sharing food that's been in the TRASH. Do you know anyone who has changed their first name? I do. Which one of your senses would you be the most devastated to lose? I THINK hearing. I hate silence, so that would just be... haunting. I want to be able to hear people's voices and other sounds. Do you know anyone who has been on life support, and survived? I have no idea. Do your parents have a strong relationship together? God no. They're divorced for a reason. Have you ever read any of Charles Darwin’s works? No. If there was such a thing as a mental health first aid kit, what would you want to be in it? Some ice cream and a Mountain Dew bc I'm an emotional eater, my "graduation" pebble from my partial hospitalization program to remember how far I've come, some cold water to run over my face (or drink), my iPod for music and phone to watch YouTube, a nice, big blanket to turn into a burrito in... that kind of stuff. If you’re in a relationship, are you happy? And if you’re single, are you looking for someone? I'm not actively searching for anyone, no. What is something that people make fun of you for? Always being on the computer. It makes me EXTREMELY self-conscious, and I really wish people would keep their mouths shut about it. Which supermarket do you like to shop at? Wal-Mart. Have you ever been told that your boyfriend/girlfriend wasn’t good enough for you? In the past. Do you think it’s okay to flirt with someone that’s already taken, as long as it goes no further? Fuck no. Do you struggle to say ‘no’ to things you don’t want to do? YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP. Someone attractive is staring at you. What do you do? Probably just kinda smile and blush and look down/away. Are you friends with someone a lot of people dislike? *shrug* Favorite photo search engine? Tumblr for gifs, Google or Pinterest for still images, depending on what I'm looking for. Do you doggie paddle or actually swim in a pool? I'll do both, I think? It's been too long since I've swum. Ever made a snow angel? Ye-ep. Would you ever take up smoking? No. I like having operational lungs. Do you laugh at racial jokes? No. Hate to break it to ya, but they're not funny. Book series you enjoyed reading recently? I've been loving Wings of Fire by Tui T. Sutherland, even if I'm reading very slowly. My psychiatrist has given me a new way to approach my hobbies I have difficulty engaging in, so I'm hoping if I keep it up, my rate of reading will speed up! Are there any keys on your keyboard that have letters fading away? Ahaha, yeah... "a," "s," and "d." A true gamer. How "w" is still alive, I couldn't tell ya. Favorite non-chocolate candy? Sour Punch Straws, probably. The red ones, in specific. Last person you texted? My mom. What did you learn from your first job? That I can't work with people. Favorite website from your childhood? I was a Webkinz A D D I C T. Least favorite flavor of food or drink? Cranberry came to mind very quickly. Least favorite pattern? uhhhhhhh Favorite potato food? Either French fries or Lays wavy potato chips. PC or console gaming? I grew up as a console gamer, so I'm kinda biased. Writing or drawing? Don't make me choose!! I get more satisfaction out of drawing something I'm proud of, but I do way more writing. Who would you put before everyone else? My mom, probably. Lamps, overhead lights, fairy lights, or sunlight? Fairy lights are so cute. How many phone numbers do you have memorized? I shit you not, none. What is your third favourite colour? Hm. Maybe rose gold, or lilac. Can you remember your first phone? If so, what kind was it? I'm really not sure, but I WANT to say it was one of those slide-y, compact Blueberry ones? Who is your favourite character from Alice in Wonderland? The Cheshire Cat has always been very alluring to me. What is the last thing you looked up online? The definition to a word just to ensure I was using it correctly. Have you ever had your fortune read? No. I ain't wasting time or money on that shit. Can you read tarot cards? If you couldn't guess from above, I have zero faith in this kinda stuff, so I don't care to learn. Do you prefer lemons or limes? Lemons. I like lime flavoring in some stuff, though. Are your expecting anything in the mail? No. What would you like to see out of your window everyday instead of what you see now? The forest. Do you own a camera? I do, a Canon EOS Rebel T6. Have you ever written a special note in a book? Yes. Early into our relationship, Jason lent me a book to read, and I wrote a lil love letter in it for him. Do you have any artistic talents? I mean I like to think I'm a good writer and a decent artist. Do you remember the last movie you saw while on a date? Yeah, IT with Girt. It was fun because he's a horror pansy, haha. He did fine, though. What would you do if you found out you were pregnant? Freak the fuck out because I haven't had sex in many years, so that thing's coming the fuck out 'cuz it obviously ain't natural. Favorite thing to get at McDonalds? Look man, I'm shameless, I love me a Quarter Pounder w/ cheese. Plus some fries. :x Do you know anyone named Alex? I know multiple people named Alex, actually. Whose house did you last sleep over at? Sara's. In other words, it's been a loooong time.Would you ever record yourself having sex? God no. Like zero judgment to the people that do, but I get NOTHING out of watching others "do it." I've never actually tried watching porn, but I couldn't have less interest. I know I'd hate it, and a lot. Did the vacuum scare you as a child? I don't think it did, anyway. Have you or would you ever use a dating app? One of my most embarrassing secrets is that I was briefly on Christian Mingle. It makes me want to cringe into fucking oblivion. Who are you most nervous about introducing potential significant others to? My dad. He's... a character. What was the most important non-academic thing you learned in high school? That time fucking flies, so cherish every millisecond. Do you and your friends ever talk about your sex lives? Not really. Even when I was sexually active, I was private about that stuff. I don't care if others talk to me about theirs, but odds are I'm not saying much about myself. What were the best and worst interviews you’ve ever had? What made them so good/bad? I've never had a bad interview, but I mean, I've only had I wanna say four in my whole life. None were anything special either, though. Ever put someone else in the hospital? No. Have you ever sold anything on eBay? If so, what? No. What is the best surprise you have ever had? Finding a container of puppy chow underneath the Christmas tree one year. It was my parents' way of telling me we were getting a dog (which I had been nagging them about FOREVER), and next came Teddy. <3 I miss my boy. Is someone in love with you? I wouldn't know. Ever kiss someone on the first date? No. Ever sleep with someone on the first date? That's a hard no. Do you wear cologne/perfume/aftershave regularly? No. Do you snore? No, actually. Pretty astonishing for someone with such severe sleep apnea. When is the last time someone else slept in your bed? When Sara last visited. How often do you dust? Not... nearly enough as I'm supposed to. Mom gets on me about it all the time. What is the most ‘extreme’ activity you have ever done? Ha, nothing wild, I assure you. I guess riding a four-wheeler through the woods once with our former neighbors, who were good friends of ours.. Have you ever rode on a mobility scooter/wheelchair just for fun? Um, no? That's a jackass thing to do. Some people actually need those. Who’s the most controlling person you know? OH MY FUCKING GOD. OUR FAMILY FRIEND TOBEY. EASILY. She seizes control of EVERY situation, even if she has no right to be involved in it. Does anyone keep a photo of you in their purse/wallet, and if so, who? Not to my knowledge. Do you own a microphone? No. Do you enjoy trailers at the cinema? I do! I like arriving in time to see them. Have you ever been burgled? No, thankfully. Have you ever entered anything into Urban Dictionary? If so, what? No. What’s the last live performance you watched on TV? No idea. Have you ever been embarrassed to buy something from a shop? Not to my recollection. It helps that I'm not the one buying things, like ever. What’s the name of one of your friends’ dogs? Buster! :') He's a precious lil bean. Name a pet you definitely wouldn’t want. A GIANT CENTIPEDE. That's one pet in the invert community that I have ZERO interest in EVER owning. Those bitches are scary. Have you ever needed to wear a tie? If so, when/why? Nope.