#the nose...the crinkles...👌

[papa-evershed]

Rob James-Collier as Hutch

The Ritual

[majoryeager104]

Sweet nothings

A/n I’m still working on Betrayal part 4 so I figured I’d drop this lmao

Touya x gn!reader

Summary: You love Touyas scars, and he’s confused as hell about it

Warnings: language, a sprinkle of coquette angst, but fairly fluffy 👌😌

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Petting you”

“Use any other word for the love of God”

“Stroking you”

“Fuck you”

Touya rolled his eyes, cringing at your use of words. The two of you were flopped over on an old couch in an abandoned apartment building, the leagues current ‘base’. There you were, lying between his legs, your fingers tracing feather light patterns on his left arm, your very fingertips sending shivers down his spine as they brushed faintly against his scarred skin. 

His face was contorted into a frown when you looked at him, his brow furrowed, his nose crinkled slightly- adorable, you thought, giggling up at him. He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he shifted underneath you

“Quit touching my scars, it’s annoying”

He said hoarsely, moving his arms to rest his head behind him. You pouted, sitting up on your elbows. “No it’s not! Why don’t you ever let me touch your scars?”

“You do touch em. When I let you.” He smirked at your pout, pleased with himself, as well as his bossy retort. “You’re just mean” you sighed, lying back down against his chest. You smiled slyly as snuck your hand up under his shirt, your fingers brushing against the scar wrapping his torso. You felt him huff underneath you, as if annoyed, but you heard his heart rate pick up too. He likes this. 

“Why’d you wanna touch em anyways?” He scoffed, unmoving as he stares at the ceiling. You giggle a bit, your fingers continuing to brush along the burnt and scarred skin plastered across his abdomen. The cold feeling of the staples holding his skin together had become oddly comforting for you, but you’d always wondered what he’d look like without them… the staples, the scars, the trauma. 

“Because your scars deserve some love every once in a while too” you said softly, your fingers’ pace coming to a stop over the warm charred surface of his skin. He sucked in a soft breath, blinking at your words. You always found a way to say the right things to him, and he could never find a way to reciprocate.

“…they’re ugly as hell”

“I don’t think so”

You responded so quickly, like it was nothing. He couldn’t help the small sigh he let out at your soft voice. These moments reminded him just how much he loved you. 

“They’re a part of you… I can wish it wasn’t like this all I want…but that doesn’t make them go away…so I’ll appreciate them”

You said it like it was simple, and to him it sounded like some sort of promise. He closed his eyes, reveling in the small affections you always doted him with. Slowly, he laid his arms around you once more, letting you continue your gentle touches, because no matter what he said, he craved them, and you knew it. 

“You’re stupid”

“Never said I wasn’t”

“I love you, idiot”

“I love you too, Touya”

A/n y’all I can’t stop associating Taylor Swift with Touya 😭😭😭 I love him it’s ruining my life

Banner Creds to Artist 🙌🙌🙌 lmk if you recognize it in the comments so I can add their tag here 🙏🙏🙏

[mudskip-drabbles]

Rick x reader I plead of you. (I own over 70% of the ao3 tag its a very lonely place here xc)

i gottcha bro👌

“Odi! I'm-" Yelled into the apartment as you pushed open the door, your declaration was forced to go unfinished as the intended receiver of it barreled into you for a hug, knocking free a giddy laugh from your lips. Meeting it with even a fraction of the same enthusiasm was a bit difficult with your hands full of groceries, but it was made up for with a heavy lean of your body and a kiss to his smiling face. 

“Y/N! You have RETURNED!!!” One might think you'd been away for days with how happy your boyfriend sounded, but in reality you'd only been gone a few hours to run some errands. Still, his enthusiasm was nothing but endearing, filling your chest with that warm, fuzzy feeling, knowing no matter how long you were gone, Odi would always be nothing short of ecstatic when you came back to him. 

“I wasn't gone for that long you know.” A tease as you set down the bags onto the kitchen counter. As soon as one bag was set down, Odi had his nose in it, sifting through its contents as if each item was a prize at the bottom of a crackerjack box. “And I'm even back sooner than what I said I'd be.” A boop to his nose as he emptied one bag across the counter (it being the frozen foods, how convenient seeing as those were always put away first!) and moved on to another, even the most mundane of items lighting him up like a never-ending firework.

“But I missed you!” Why would it matter if you were gone five seconds or five hours? He'd miss you all the same!

“Well, miss no longer, for I have returned.” Though with not as much energy, you met his theatrics with a giggle as yet another bag was emptied. (The refrigerated stuff, just as you finished putting away the frozens too, just like every other time you brought groceries home. You wondered for a moment if he'd planned it that way, or if your movements were just that in sync). “That's what happens when the Big Bad Wizard puts a curse on me. I just can't manage to stay away~.” A light hip-bump as you passed by on your way to the fridge, Odi popping up from the bag like a gopher with a silly little grin. 

“Yes! I am the most evil of wizards! And you are my darling concubine! Together-”

“The world will tremble before our bond of friendship.” You finished for him, not even having to look at him to know he'd lit up even brighter than before. 

The next several minutes went by in relative silence, Odi emptying bags, and you putting things away right behind him. It wasn't until the last bag that the usual pattern broke, you bumping into Odi's back where he stood in the middle of the kitchen while examining something so very intently in his hands. 

“Dearest? What is this…cotton candy? It reminds me very much of Giovanni!” Bright pink in color, you could see where the comparison originated. “Is it food?” That was one thing you'd never tire of, the endless curiosity he had whenever stumbling across something new as he adjusted to land life. It had been months, and it felt that every single day he found something to bring to you like a puppy that had found a ball at the park. 

“Yes! Some places call it by other names; fairy floss, candy floss, daddy's beard,” (He didn't understand your giggle at that one, but he loved its happy chime all the same.) “Most of the time, you find it at stuff like carnivals or fairs, but sometimes stores will carry it too.” You'd only gotten it because you had a feeling Odi would find an interest in it, just by its general appearance, the fact that it was candy, and…

“Here, try a piece!” Popping open the container with a crinkle of cellophane and the pop of the lid, Odi could barely contain himself as you pulled a bit of fluff free and plopped it onto a waiting tongue. Sure enough, it only took a matter of seconds for-

“IT IS GONE!!” You couldn't help but giggle as he stuck out his tongue, it moving this way and that as he tried in vain to look down at where the sweet had just been. “What sorcery is this?! Have you gained powers of disappearing?!” Uh oh, better put a stop to that one right here and now, you didn't want another lav-acid incident.

“No, silly, it's sugar! It’s just what happens when you eat it! See?” Taking another piece, you stuck out your own tongue and just barely touch the treat to it when it started to visibly shrink right before Odi's eyes. 

“AMAZING!!” You knew he wasn't’ talking about you, but you couldn't help but blush all the same. “I wish to try again!” A giggle as you passed over the container, Odi forgoing ripping a piece free in lieu of sticking his tongue right into the mass of fluff. “It did it again!!” And of course he had to show you, the container being turned so you could see a slight hole where slowly crystallizing sugar darkened its edges. “MAGIC!!!”

With a fond laugh as he continued to poke his tongue at the treat, you returned to your previous task of putting the groceries away, up until- 

“If I lick Giovanni's hair, will it disappear as well?” Hm…okay, you'd let this one happen, as a treat to yourself. 

“I dunno! You'll just have to test it out next time we see him.” Note to self, make sure you had your phone handy when the time came so you could get that on video…

As a treat. 

[elenothar]

I wish you would write a fic where shen wei drinks alcohol but is awake enough to witness zyl fussing over him before he passes out (I just need soft weilan things to happen please and thank you 🥺💕)

100% support the soft weilan agenda 👌

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"Cake?"

Zhao Yunlan's voice precedes his chin coming to rest on Shen Wei's shoulder from behind by only a moment. Now that he has what he calls "official permission" to touch Shen Wei whenever he wants provided their in the privacy of their home, Zhao Yunlan rarely lets an opportunity to hang all over him pass by. Shen Wei hardly minds, the long line of heat along his back a lovely reminder that he Zhao Yunlan is there, that they are both alive and Shen Wei - against all sense and expectation - gets to have this.

"My Methods of Molecular Biology class gave it to me," Shen Wei explains, turning his head enough to catch a glimpse of Zhao Yunlan's smiling face. "They insisted I take it home."

It's very sweet of them, of course. He hadn't had the heart to tell them that he doesn't have much of a taste for sweet things - or rather, perhaps, that sweet things are so intrinsically linked to a certain moment in his life that he spent too many years flinching away from them.

"Hmm, dessert," Zhao Yunlan hums in his ear.

Shen Wei smiles.

One dinner and generous praise of his cooking ability that, as usual, flushes his veins with pleased warmth, Zhao Yunlan pushes a fork into his hand. Shen Wei supposes he really should at least try the cake, since his students went to such trouble getting it for him.

They take a bite at the same time, but whereas Zhao Yunlan hums in enjoyment, Shen Wei finds his own nose wrinkling. There's a bitter underlying taste to it he hadn't expected.

Zhao Yunlan stops mid-chew, eyes gone a little wide. "Uh, Shen Wei, do your students know about your alcohol intolerance?"

Shen Wei blinks looking down at the fork. It seems to waver in his vision, edges blurring.

"What?" he says, or at least tries to say. He isn't at all certain anything intelligible came out of his mouth. Normally that would be cause for more than mild concern, but he is. Mildly concerned.

A warm hand lands on his cheek, tilting Shen Wei's head until he's blinking into Zhao Yunlan's eyes. He smiles reflexively, always happy to look at Zhao Yunlan. Yunlan's eyes are crinkling at the corners and it's the most adorable thing Shen Wei has ever seen.

"Ah, Xiao Wei, if only you knew," Zhao Yunlan says, hand sliding down to cup Shen Wei's neck. Before Shen Wei can inquire what exactly he's supposed to know, Zhao Yunlan tugs on his arm.

Shen Wei rises obediently. If Zhao Yunlan wants him to go somewhere, he'll follow. Though, aren't there dishes? Wasn't there going to be cake? The world tilts around him, very unlike what the world is supposed to be doing when he stands up.

He sags into Zhao Yunlan's hold, glad an arm suddenly appeared around his waist, strong enough to keep him upright. Has Zhao Yunlan always had Dixing powers or is that a new development?

"Well, at least you didn't pass out this time," Zhao Yunlan murmurs. It takes much more effort than usual to classify his tone, but in the end Shen Wei categorises it as some mixture of dry and amused. Pleased with that bit of analysis, he barely notices Zhao Yunlan pushing him down onto the sofa. Before he can even frown about shoes on the sofa - they look like his own shoes even, which can't be right because Shen Wei never puts his feet on the sofa cushions like some hoodlum - Zhao Yunlan is tugging something off his feet.

Time has definitely gone a bit weird. One moment Zhao Yunlan's clever fingers are working around his ankles, the next they're spreading the blanket that usually lives on the back of the sofa over Shen Wei's body.

Shen Wei reaches out clumsily, his arm not feeling quite attached to his body, and he really hopes it's not him who's making that small whiney noise. Zhao Yunlan, as always, obliges him, stepping closer to the sofa until Shen Wei's hand can reach him. Shen Wei pats appreciatively at his stomach in thanks and Zhao Yunlan huffs out a laugh.

"Stay," Shen Wei mumbles, and Zhao Yunlan does.

[serickswrites]

Can you do a snippet with a people please whumpee and a gruff caretaker. I think the dynamic would be kinda nasty with the right amount of sweetness to give it some zest 👌

Absolutely! (Do love me a crunchy softie). 

Warnings: hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath, referenced kidnapping, referenced torture

Whumpee tiptoed along the corridor. They didn’t want to wake Caretaker. Caretaker had been doing so much for them. They wanted to pay Caretaker back. They slipped into the kitchen. Quietly they pulled out the ingredients for what they were planning on making. 

Within twenty minutes, Whumpee found themselves grinning. They could do things still! Albeit it took them twice as long. And they had to move very carefully. But still. 

The chime of the fire alarm startled Whumpee. Their careful plan now in shambles as a small grease fire threatened to consume their pan. They wanted to move, smother the fire, but couldn’t. Whumper had done many things with fire.

Caretaker stumbled into the room. “What the fuck?” They shouted as they watched Whumpee cower back from the fire. “Just smother the pan, Whumpee! Dammit!” Caretaker pushed past Whumpee and grabbed the nearest pot lid and threw it on the pan.

Caretaker turned to a quivering Whumpee. “What the fuck was that?”

Whumpee burst into tears. “I-I’m sorry. I just w-wanted to make you a nice breakfast.”

Caretaker’s harsh face softened. “It’s fine, Whumpee. I’m just tired. Really, though, you need to be more careful. What if I was at work? You really going to let the house burn down around you?”

“N-n-no! I just,” Whumpee hesitated. “I-I just froze. Whumper used fire. For things.” They spoke so softly, Caretaker had leaned forward to hear the last. 

Caretaker put their hand on Whumpee’s shoulder. “Then no cooking fires, no problem. Plenty of things here we can eat cold. Besides,” their nose crinkled as they looked at the pan. “I don’t even like bacon.”

[honeyxmonkey]

More stuff for the crossover fic! Sped wrote two more chapters 👌

Annabeth glared at the raven sitting on the table across from her. “What?”

It promptly coughed up a message pallet and dropped it in her lap.

Annabeth crinkled her nose, picking up the slimy thing. “Gods, Magnus. Why can’t you just text me?” When she opened it, she was surprised to find that the message wasn’t from her cousin, but rather her cousin’s boyfriend/girlfriend. 

The message had been scrawled across the paper hastily, some of the words almost unreadable.

Coming to New York. Emergency. Very bad.

“A master of words.” Annabeth grumbled. For a child of Loki, Alex wasn’t very poetic. Still, Annabeth wondered what had happened, and worried if Magnus was okay.

The door opened and Percy popped his head into the room. “Hey, Annabeth. Will is awake. Apollo is gathering the campers to… explain the prophecy.” He glanced at the raven. “What’s with the bird?”

“Alex sent it.” Annabeth stood, waving the bird to the open window. “They’re coming to New York because… something very bad is happening.”

“Is that all the message said?” Percy asked.

Annabeth nodded. “I don’t know if Alex couldn’t be bothered to tell me the whole story, or if Alex was just in a hurry.” She joined Percy at the door. “Either way, I haven’t heard from Magnus since that elemental monster attack across the world six months ago. You know, when he confirmed to me that it wasn’t a Norse god thing.”

Percy nodded. “Yeah, Hazel and Frank said it wasn’t on their side either.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Sadie said the same thing.”

Annabeth followed him out of the cabin. “Then whatever it is, let’s just hope it doesn’t rear its ugly head in our direction.”

[peachships]

All of the nsfw asks for Genji :) -blueberryships

You suck (just kidding I love you very much)

18+!

Seduction - what gets your f/o going? How do you seduce them? How do they seduce you?

I don't have to do much to get him going, but I love teasing him. Anything from a look to biting my lip to gently tugging his hair. One thing I really love to do is stand in front of him and wrap my arms around his neck, he loves it.

He seduces me by stealthily sliding his fingers down the sides of my neck, or cornering me against a wall (No worries, I'm never in danger). His fave thing is to call me petnames like momo (peach) or koneko (kitten). All it takes is that look in his eyes and one of those names in that warning growl and I'm putty in his hands.

Worked Up - what is your f/o like when turned on? Are they desperate, tense, barely restrained? How do they handle it?

Desperate. Genji is very desperate but methodical. He's touch-starved, and when we're alone? Hands everywhere. He's never rough unless I ask him to, he sometimes handles me like I'm glass. However, if we're out in public, you'll never know he's worked up. He looks so calm on the outside, it's actually kinda impressive. I definitely tease him out in public because of this.

Lingirie - do you or your f/o have any particular outfits you wear to get each other in the mood?

He loves it when I wear a pair of panties and one of his shirts (he only started buying shirts after we started dating so he can wear them while we sleep). For me? Considering he's a cyborg, anything he wears is 👀👌 but him in a suit? 👀👀👀👌👌👌👌👌

Libido - what is your f/o’s sex drive like? How often do they want sex?

Very high libido, but that's okay because I also have one. Basically every couple of days, but if I'm not in the mood he is fully respectful and never pushes me.

Romance - is sex between you and your f/o romantic? What makes it romantic?

Majority of the time it's romantic, and occasionally it's just fucking (no complaints here lmao). He's so sweet during it, always checking on me. He likes to brush my hair away from my face, cup my cheek, kiss wherever he can reach, and loves to praise me and tell me he loves me. It's all so sweet, and I love him.

Kinks - are you or your f/o kinky? What kinds of kinks do you and your f/o like?

We're both a little kinky (I mean, who isn't though?). I'm into bondage, he's into wax (on him, not me) and we love to call each other "sir" or "ma'am" depending on who's topping

Experimenting - How willing are you and your f/o to try new things in the bedroom? Have you tried anything new before?

Somewhat willing! As long as neither of us make the other uncomfortable or cross clear boundaries, we're open to trying! (It was through experimenting that we found he likes being submissive to me and even enjoys sucking my strap).

Favorite - What about you do they love the most? What about them do you love the most?

Since this is all nsfw, I'm assuming this question is also nsfw.

Genji loves my curves and my ass, always running hands over them and squeezing (ya girl thicc). He also always says how he loves my lips, rubbing his thumb across them with his human hand when he can. He also apparently loves my hair, he's always playing with it while I'm doing work or pulling it when we're having sex. Either way, his hands are always in my hair. Mainly he just tells me he loves me for me.

I love everything about him. I love how he crinkles his nose when I kiss his cheeks, even during sex. It's a cute little habit I think he didn't realize he developed. I love how he gets flustered when I call him "sir", or even if I just say his name, I swear I can hear gears turning faster. I also love his hands, how grounding and solid they are, and how I trust them to hold me up or you rest on my throat without fear. Oh, and how strong he is, he loves to pick me up!

Passion - is sex between you and your f/o fast or slow? Gentle or rough? Loud or quiet?

Depends, honestly. Sometimes, he likes to just hold me to him and it's slow and gentle as he whispers against my skin. Other times, we're tearing at each other and it's loud and rough

Toys - do you and your f/o like to use toys, restraints, or anything along those lines?

We like to use rope to tie me up, sometimes he also likes to use a vibrator to tease me when I'm tied up because he loves my whimpers

Position - do you and your f/o have a particular favorite position?

I prefer doggystyle because it gives him more room and he can play with my hair/back/hips, he loves it when I ride him because he gets a show.

Another - have you ever considered including someone else in your activities? If so, who would it be?

Not really, because we're both selfish and like not having to share each other.

Location - do you have a particular favorite location for sex? Perhaps the bedroom, or even somewhere else?

Bedroom is the best place, shower is a close second, but sometimes we like renting little cabins up in the woods so we can be as loud as we want 😂

Sound - what does your f/o sound like in bed? Are they loud or quiet? Breathy? Do they dirty talk you?

He was quiet at first, breathy moans. The more comfortable he got, the more talkative he got. Now he talks a lot during sex, calling me anything from petnames to praising me in english and japanese, depends on what comes out first. He's also louder with moans now, and I love them so much. My favourite is when I'm on top and call him my good boy and the moans he makes? Perfect.

Aftercare - what do you do once you’re done? How do you take care of each other?

Sometimes he'll pick me up and carry me to the bathtub and it's so sweet, he'll set me between his legs and wash my hair for me before helping me out and wrapping us both up in big towels and we pile onto the bed together (I have bad joints so he's used to helping me like that on bad flare days). When we're both too tired for that, he'll bring a warm cloth and clean us both off before climbing into bed with me and holding me close, resting his head against my chest as I play with his hair. He loves taking care of me despite me saying he doesn't have to, we've jokingly argued about it hdjshdj

[ahappydnp]

P-phil’s best features? 🥺

Anon....anon. Where do I begin? I mean #selfspon I did write an entire 1k fic detailing Phil’s beauty, but just to name a few:

His eyes are a given, obviously. They’re piercing and gorgeous and Danisnot was right when he said you could go swimming in them. But beyond that, they’re so expressive. Not to mention how they crinkle when he’s laughing?!? Oof

The nose. I could write sonnets about that nose. It’s genuinely gorgeous and I could stare at his side profile all day. Top notch shnoze 👌 The beak is beautiful

His fucking cheekbones are you kidding me?!?!? How!? How does he look like his face was sculpted by Michelangelo? And the cheek mole! That cheek mole is the sole beneficiary to my will. It better get kissed at least once a day or I’m suing

Do I need to go into detail about his shoulders/tummy/arms/ass/legs or do we all know where I stand on those? I feel like I’ve been pretty up front about my feelings towards them. Uhhhh it good. 10/10. Would thirst again.

[thathotredhead]

Blessed post. Reblogging to save a life, because those nose crinkles are 👌

Merry crisis🎄 :D

(couldn’t miss a chance to draw his quality nose crinkles)