#“no bc what does grass taste like?”

[bluehandedalien101]

The alien urge to eat dirt

[obeymematches]

very fluffy and in depth hcs of a mc that basically lives off of cuddles? if you dont wanna do all of them can you only do lucifer, mammon, beel & diavolo? its fine if you dont wanna write this request tho! <3

i just need to snuggle up with them and maybe receive a forehead kiss yknow?

(also its def not bc of their man boobs wdym..)

thank you baby for sending in this ask, writing it cleared my skin and watered my plants- 💐🌸🌻

also your taste in men is very good 💯💯💯

this just teeth rotting fluff. GN MC.

❤️Cuddling HCs❤️

Lucifer:

Cuddling can only happen at night / the evening. Even on the weekends he is too busy to be cuddling during the day.

When you get in bed next to him he usually smells like coffee & sweat ngl. At first he does try to hide it with a nice expensive perfume but it might be best to cuddle after taking a shower.

He loves it if you curl up against him, laying your head on his chest. He is surprisingly gentle with his strokes in your hair!

He prefers not to talk or just very short I love yous are accepted. This is his calming, recharging moment.

His arms are strong as he puts them behind your back, or under your head if that's what you prefer. His weakness is stroking his head between his ears and forehead.

He is very glad to kiss your forehead without you having to ask! He is actually very affectionate if he is with you, and only you! Prefers holding one of your hands the entire time.

My love... Holding you in my arms in this moment makes me feel tranquil. As if nothing could ever go wrong again... I am aware it only lasts such a short time... I'm truly sorry we can't do this more often. Can you forgive me, my dearest?

Mammon:

Here is some Mams cuddles

Beelzebub:

Cuddling Beelzebub feels like the most natural thing. You fit just right under his arms, his legs. He can go on like this for hours. Nothing else has to happen and he is the most content demon in the world.

Being so close to him makes you realize he smells like deodorant and grass.

Likes to eat as you cuddle! Always brings you your favourite snacks! He can fall asleep very quickly like this though. Please just stroke his back he is going to melt into your touch.

He is going to kiss you with his hand holding yours to the bed. He kisses you very passionately, towering over you, using his tongue as he should; gluttony gets the best of him.

Very gentle with you the entire time. Carefully moves every inch of his body not to hurt you.

If you decide to lay too far away from him he just sweeps you right where you should be; entirely next to him!

Skin on skin contact is very important for him, pls don't wear too many clothes!!

I'm stronger now, but I can grow even more if you stay by my side. I'll do everything to support you, and I hope you will continue to support me too. I love you. So very deeply. Thank you for being here with me.

Diavolo:

I just think he enjoys being the little spoon. He can be the tiniest little spoon if he wants to!!

Loves to talk. This is no time to be quiet for more than 5 minutes. Something always comes to his mind which he wants to share.

His smell from up close isn't so easy to describe; it's a lingering smell of expensive parfume but also pine tree.

Can and will cuddle you in the afternoon if he/you needs it. Tea time can buzz off this is 300% better.

Talks about how nice it was to Barbatos. Poor Barb doesn't know how to react to this information.

Ah he definitely plays with the blanket; he likes to tuck you in real well, sometimes pull it over your head and kiss you in the dark.

Tickle fights are inevitable if you cuddle for too long. (He doesn't want to let you go pee but you must. So you tickle him.)

Sometimes he can forget how heavy he is though and if he falls asleep while on top of you, you'll be sore by the time he wakes up.

Ah just imagine the pure joy in his eyes the entire time.... sigh

My darling y/n... You are my most precious treasure in the entire world. You enchant and fascinate me, and each day, you ignite me.

[girlscoutbrownies]

sbg headcanons!

(i had to put a title because it keeps just showing up as “aiden” in my notifs)

some of my favourite school bus graveyard headcanons! (in celebration of 101 followers) some are mine, some belong to other people that i’ve taken as well

these got really, really long so ill split it into two parts: aiden, tyler, and taylor for this post and ashlyn, ben, and logan will be in the next

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aiden

(bit of a tw for disassociation around the end)

- uses he/any pronouns, he mostly doesn’t give a fuck. also doesn’t care if you stick to he/him because he likes it. he also tries out mirror pronouns every once in a while and flipflops between any

- unlabelled energy. also doesn’t care abt that type of stuff, but he’s asexual and it takes him a while to grow feelings. he’s afraid of letting people close to him but it really doesn’t matter to him, not that much. he’s pretty apathetic about it

- generally smells like shittily applied cedarwood cologne. it’s one of those cheap drugstore brands and sometimes he forgets to apply it in the morning, and he doesn’t spray it very well. also smells like grass sometimes

- his favourite subject is psychology/maths/anything logic based (he likes those puzzles). growing up with his bitchass karen mom who probably twisted all the words he said, he doesn’t like cryptic or vague language or poetry (english class) because it reminds him of her. in math, there’s only one answer. in english, there’s hundreds. also the words swim on the paper and he finds it hard to focus

- he has his ears pierced. he begged his parents to take him to an ear piercing studio they just ended up taking him to claire’s but he was still so happy about it

- he BEGGED for a dog or a pet when he was very little but eventually stopped at some point. he asked for stuffed animals and never got any because “it would be too hard to keep track of when we’re moving and you would lose them and get sad” and he’s still very upset about it. used to hug like three pillows when he slept

- he was told they were settling down in georgia and now his current room has millions of stuffed animals i will not hear any arguments about this

- he’s a kicker in his sleep (when he gets any). he kicks plushies off his bed like all the time, he’s not apologetic though he’s just like “oh shit”

- worst and best guy to have a sleepover with. super clingy

- he knows very few actual life skills other than operating a microwave for frozen meals because he largely grew up alone without his parental figures in his life. ashlyn and tyler eventually teach him how to cook

- his growth is stunted bc of that period in his life and he’s short like ashlyn

- he is a HORRIBLE gossip addict. they’ll be sitting at the lunch table eating in silence and he drops “did you hear that samantha’s parents are divorced and madison dropped her bc samantha’s mom doesn’t drive them to the mall anymore” like HUH WHERE DID YOU HEAR THIS?

- he gets school lunch and very rarely (if ever) brings lunch from home. sometimes ben makes him lunches

- plays with his food (this is canon) but he makes storylines out of whatever he does its like his personal roman empire

- big fan of extreme foods (spicy, sour, etc) ((he grew up eating plain ramen)) and loves weird food combinations. everyone always makes weird faces at him when theyre at the mall and he orders weird shit

- he doesn’t know proper meal etiquette until someone has to tell him, his parents didn’t teach him anything (I HATE THEM)

- he’s a really bad cook like ben because he always ends up getting distracted, and somehow manages to skip over steps in the recipes.

- he probably likes cooking shows though and is like “yeah i could do that” (he can’t do that)

- the first time someone (tyler) made aiden a homecooked meal he started cry laughing (it was mostly crying) (nobody talks about it)

- the few times his mom has made him meals whenever she’s home they’re really bad. they don’t taste anything like home, but he didn’t know what home tasted like so he just cried. his mom thought it was because of how good it was (it wasn’t) and he just cried harder

- he dislikes bitter flavours, especially like, orange juice that you make from scratch but you don’t put any sugar in it (it’s because his mom once tried to make homemade orange juice/lemonade to feel more like a “real mom” and it was horrible

- he’ll still eat bitter food though he just wouldn’t like it that much

- likes crunchy food or food that pops in your mouth (poprocks) bc he thinks its cool

- probably needs glasses from how long he’s spent staring at screens (his backstory)

- the one thing his parents consistently did as a kid was take him to his doctors appointments so he has stellar teeth

- he’s fit and fairly athletic (jumping off walls and all) but he doesn’t play sports because he just. isn’t interested in any of it. he tries everything but nothing really sticks that much

- he eats his greens but probably wouldn’t care much for the healthy vegan lifestyle, not that much of a picky eater (this part is canon)

- his favourite holiday is halloween because 1. candy (which he didn’t get much as a kid unless he specifically asked for it or ben brought it over) and 2. he loves dressing up it’s so fun to him

- understimulation is the BANE of his existence he genuinely wants to tear out his own hair every time he gets like that. gets really irritated

- he disassociates a lot, generally experiences a lot of derealization. he doesn’t feel like he’s in his own body sometimes

- insomniac

- chases thrills so that he can “feel” something. doesn’t care if it hurts him or not, because at least then he’ll remember he’s a real person and that his life matters

- really bad at telling when people are lying/are irritated with him. he just keeps pushing until they explode

- good with secrets (his own) but isn’t good at deflecting if asked about someone else’s. he’s just like “ummm. would u look over there. a bird!”

- runs really fast, he wakes up early in the morning to take a walk around the neighborhood. he sometimes encounters tyler if he happens to go into his city (which is often, because he doesn’t like being in his house)

- his house is always really cold, which is why he tends to run really warm (his body is compensating). he knows how to turn the ac off, but it always ends up turning back on in the middle of the night

- he grew up learning The Gifted Child instrument; the piano. he dislikes classical music (he says it’s boring but it’s because of this). he also almost got forced to learn the violin but he once practiced so hard his fingers started bleeding which is how he got out of it

- likes verbal validation bc his parents never told him they were proud of him

taylor

- she/they cis demigirl, gets a bit upset at being misgendered though (people think she’s the transfem twin because tyler passes really well)

- bisexual fem pref

- decorates her locker for almost every occasion. halloween, christmas, easter, birthdays. also decorates other people’s lockers for their birthdays before school starts with sticky notes

- has tons of stuff in her locker (except food because tyler won’t let her) just in case anyone needs anything but she’s not very organized so she doesn’t know where anything is

- because of this she’s one of those people that barely makes it to the door before the bell rings but she’s trying to fix that habit

- enjoys crime documentaries/true crime, horror stuff. used to make tyler watch with her but his anxiety gets really bad and he started getting paranoid

- adores christmas bc it’s a family holiday she makes tyler and her mom homemade gifts every year

- loves dogs with every bone in her body she asks santa for one every year but alas. tyler always has to write “a letter from santa” back saying they ran out of dogs at the north pole

- uses emoticons like “:D :] :3” all the time when she types, downloaded a bunch of sticker packs too. especially cat ones

- had her future all planned out as a kid and told her dad she’d be a mechanical engineer and build trains and rockets to bring him places when he started getting really sick and couldn’t move anymore

- her hair is actually kind of dry (compared to aiden’s or ashlyn’s) because they couldn’t afford great shampoo or anything

- has an ehh skincare routine and doesn’t care much for her fashion sense, just wears whatever’s comfortable

- knows a lot of random facts as conversation starters, she’s surprisingly good at small talk ( + comforting people)

- gossips with aiden aallll the time bc she’s super sociable and knows lots of people who tell her secrets. she doesn’t tell any of the important ones but just little drama things

- her and aiden are bffs

- really likes kids because they’re funny, she has a big imagination like them so it’s easy for her to play with them

- she’s a swiftie and whenever someone asks her if she likes taylor swift as a joke bc of her name she says “i like all music!” (she loves tswift)

- really likes sweets over most types of food, she’s healing her inner child guys

- has always ALWAYS wanted to go to a circus/carnival/festival when she was younger, but they couldn’t afford tickets. she still has that dream but she obviously has bigger priorities now…

tyler

- transmale he/him

- doesn’t care that much about dating, he actually doesn’t think about it that much until he meets The Gang. he always too busy taking care of his family to bother with relationships

- dislikes heavy meals, eats in small portions. it’s a habit

- used to be a picky eater but isn’t anymore, when he was younger they struggled to put food on the table so

- he’s like tigris from ballad of songbirds and snakes; when he prepared food for the family he’d eat bits and pieces of it while cooking. eats raw meat sometimes but once got sick from it so never again because he doesn’t want people taking care of him

- he HATES being sick. HATES HATES HATES it, hates having to burden people

- stress cooks because he likes having things to do with his hands. he also runs laps/paces around when he’s stressed

- runs his hands through his hair so it’s always messy

- he doesn’t bother combing his hair unless it’s for a special occasion like the first day of school, he just doesn’t care that much

- gets up early like aiden to keep up his physical fitness, doesn’t stray far though because his mom wakes up around the same time he does

- is VERY punctual. will be furious if someone makes plans and then is late. always arrives somewhere like, fifteen minutes early. he’s trying to break taylor’s habit of being late

- occasionally scolds taylor about how messy her locker is

- is extremely (and kind of scarily) meticulous. clean backpack, clean locker, clean room. it’s a habit

- book smart and figures things out pretty easily. he has an internal computer inside his head i swear. latches onto concepts very quickly

- likes math because he’s good at memorizing concepts but biology is his worst enemy, he gets queasy very easily

- motion sickness

- doesn’t actually have a set plan for the future, other than “help his family.” will probably do something related to sports (sports scholarship) or will do something math/analytical related

- spams people when they don’t respond to him but quits eventually (semicanon)

- has some sort of separation anxiety i swear he does

- keeps every single promise he makes because he hates broken promises (his dad told him he’d be fine and out of the hospital soon), he also doesn’t make a lot of promises

- dislikes nicknames like “champ” and “buddy”

- he’s ambidextrous

- he always seems to be like, tense? can’t relax at all. it might be because of his anxiety (HE HAS ANXIETY)

- only ever relaxes if he’s at home

- rarely watches television, he says it’s a waste of time (he always gets distracted and gets up and goes to do something else) he can leave it in the background though

- i think he has chronic pain, i don’t know where but i just think he does. everything just aches sometimes and he’s so young fuck life

- he’s okay with kids like his sister, not as good as her but he’ll take care of them (habit x37362828) he’d probably say everything really monotone though “there’s santa claus, wow.”

- he and taylor both have a pretty strong southern accent from living in middle of nowhere georgia (i think someone made an art post on this a while back :D)

- is really bad at video games because he gets frustrated easily

- he grinds his teeth when he sleeps and has jaw pain what a loser

[lttl3babybug]

hi um request thingy lil scott and lil wallace regressing at the same time 😖😖😖

Course sweetheart!! Added Mobile mention as well bc HES SUCH A SWEETHEART!! Need more content of him full stop, anywho. Did this as headcanons, hope you enjoy!! <33

Regressor!Scott & Regressor!Wallace headcanons!

(Slight cg!Mobile)

🎸Like I mentioned here Scott regresses in the age range of 1-3 or 5-8

🍸Wallace on the other hand doesn’t tend to put an age to his regression but if he HAD to he’d say 8-11 or occasionally he regresses back to teen years like 14–16 unless he has been swamped and he’ll regress to full infancy

Putting them together induces absolute chaos, as poor sweet Mobile would find out the hard way.

🍸He’d came over to visits his boyfriend and during that meeting Wallace had slipped to around 9 years old, insert convenient excuse for Mobile to leave here.

🎸🍸So naturally Scott was left looking after this very sassy and fashionable 9 year old, with Scott entertaining Wallace as best he could he ended up slipping himself, landing somewhere around the 5 years old mark.

🎸🍸Suddenly the big friend Wallace had previously been bossing around changed, his mannerisms became smaller and more reserved so he deduced that his friend was no longer a babysitter and more of a playmate so he grabbed a colouring book and some pencils

🍸Wallace pays very close attention to how he colours, making sure to stay in the lines and keep the colours as flat as possible so it was nice and pretty and he could give it to Mobile and receive his usual praise

🎸Scott on the other hand…no matter how big for small he is this little one does not believe in colouring in the lines. The sky is rainbow, the trees are purple and orange, the grass is now on fire. Upon seeing this Wallace’s face immediately goes :0

“Scott! That’s not what colour the sky is!” “Well no one gave me ‘d blue :(“

🎸🍸Naturally they stopped colouring after Wallace discovered his friends questionable design taste. They moved onto a pillow fort

🎸🍸Most of the work was done by Wallace since he was the older one in this situation but it worked pretty well! The fort faced the tv so Scott could play his video games while Wallace coloured

🎸🍸The sound of the front door prompted the two boys to poke their heads out of the fort, Wallace leaping forward at the sight of his papa. Immediately wrapping himself around him, head on his chest

“Alright buddy, hello, it’s nice to see you too” “missed you papa, did some colouring an’ built a fort with Scott!!!”

🎸🍸To mobiles surprise he was greeted with not one but two small ones now in his watch. Two very different small ones.

🎸🍸A timid and nervous 5 year old and a chatty, clingy, back talking 9 year old. Amazing

[gold-rhine]

Sub! Thoma x Dom! Gn Reader

Warnings: nsfw, minors please get out, edging, praise kink, service play, slight degradation, chastity cage, overstim, vibrator, oral (reader receiving), ruined orgasms. Fluff. Yes, I said fluff, and I mean it.

Wordcount: 4k

A\N: Repost bc my previous blog got shadowbanned. as always, filth is under the cut, don’t worry. If you’re a worldbuilding purist and vibrator bothers you, pretend it’s from Fountaine. If they already have cameras, they can manage vibrators.

Thoma is just great. He would almost be too sweet if he didn’t have another side as a problem-solving fixer or didn’t have a spine.

And he does have a spine, unarguably, he threw a spear at the face of his country’s god during her one-hit kill boob-nuke move. So when he submits to you, you know he’s doing it by choice and not because he’s a pushover, which makes it even better.

Like Diluc, he's a dedicated pyro workaholic who will not take care of his own needs or pleasure unless he’s literally forced to, but unlike Mond’s Batman, Thoma is not on 27 layers of dissociation and is actually aware of what he wants.

It’s not that he couldn’t be smth more ambitious than a housekeeper, it’s that the combination of mild OCD and people-pleasing motivation make both housekeeping and being a fixer a very rewarding occupations for him, and why be ashamed of something that makes you happy.

Thoma’s natural impulse when he sees something wrong or out of order is to fix it, and the scale doesn’t really matter - from spilled coffee, to trade deal disputes, to tyrannical government decree. And because of his indifference to the scale, he doesn’t turn this world-bettering into a grand mission or an isolating burden of responsibility, unlike SOME people, and therefore manages to have one of the healthiest mentalities out of all genshin workaholics.

His biggest turn-on is bringing pleasure to the partner and he will always put others' satisfaction above his own, which is why he can top if that’s the best way to please his lover, but his ideal role is a service sub.

with proper encouragement, he’ll be very open and needy, but also bashful enough to be fun to tease when you want to. Literally best of both worlds.

You might not appreciate Thoma or not find him interesting compared to other, loudly flashy characters, everyone has a right to have no taste.

He might be ready for almost anything to please you after you’ve already made him yours, but he has his quiet dignity. He will not be advertising if you don’t notice first.

He’s a bite of a fresh green apple, warm from being left in the summer sun, a tangible pleasure to sink your teeth in, with just enough tanginess to offset the sweetness. A breathy laugh, ruffled sunset-gold hair, agile body, always in motion, green-grass bright eyes, a late spring on the cusp of turning to summer, warm and sunny, but not yet stifling hot. Golden time, all yours to claim, but very easy to miss if inattentive.

Has a praise kink, obviously, but whatever he does for you, he will never ask for the compliments himself. He can be easily persuaded to beg, but not for praise - he needs to be complimented not because he asked you to, but because he’s earned it.

Also likes degradation at the same time. In the hangout event he was like “Nooo, traveler, don’t stop these authorative men from openly disparaging me, I don’t mind. Despite the fact that I have more than enough influence as both Ritou fixer and closest confidant of the Kamisato clan siblings to put an end to it myself. It just doesn’t bother me haha.”

Yeah okay, sure, whatever you say, babe.

Has a highkey oral fixation. Not only the balls-eating idle animation. But also completely unprompted, out of nowhere basically railroaded his friends into doing a weird “game” where you have to guess the unknown weird foods just by taste and texture. Brought the weirdest foods and tasted them the most for no reason until he’s literally got sick. Like, you didn’t have to go this hard, king, your friends were just sitting there confused anyway, it wasn’t even a competition.

Later brings up said event as a fun time that he’d like to repeat

Yeah okay, SURE, whatever you say, babe.

Someone please fuck this man on the mouth with a variety of differently shaped and textured dildoes to satisfy his need for interesting mouthfeels and save him from another indigestion.

Thoma’s biggest insecurity is belonging. Caught between two heritages, disconnected from Mondstadt, but always seen as an outsider in Inazuma. He found his place in the Yashiro commission, and he threw himself fully into his work for this sense of belonging, but secretly and, as he thinks, selfishly, Thoma yearns for someone to want him just for himself, not for his skills. And not just to want him, to claim him, own him fully, without stipulations, to reward or punish him as you see fit, but to know that he’s completely, undoubtedly, unquestionably yours.

His enjoyment of chastity cage stems from both of his main preferences, first, it’s a constant, tangible proof of belonging to you, more permanent than any mark on the skin could be. Second, it appeals to his cheeky part that enjoys the thrill of having a hidden side, like  “oh, you think that i’m just a humble housekeeper, but I’m actually a resourceful influential fixer, but you’ll never know that :3”

He’s not clingy, but he blooms when given attention, like a sunflower quietly turning to the sun. He cherishes anything - from the smile and quick peck on the cheek, to slap on the ass or you dragging him into a broom closet and fucking him against the wall while he bites his handguard to stifle moans. The anticipation that you might ask for anything from him at any moment sparks deep in his belly like a small flickering candleflame.

Like any pyro, he loves a challenge, but because Thoma is like the farthest you can get from a brat, he doesn’t like challenging you, but enjoys endurance or patience tests, and the more he has to work for it, the sweeter the reward will feel.

If he’s only left one room to clean, you can order him to do it with a remotely controlled bullet vibrator in his ass and enjoy the show of him struggling to keep his composure and finish the job.

At first he tries really hard to pretend it’s not affecting him at all and go on as usual, but you notice his hitched, and then quickened breath, tensed body, his movements are stifled in comparison to his usual easy fluidity, he’s stealing quick glances at you from the half lowered eyelashes.

As it gets worse, you can see him breathing through the mouth, swallowing harshly, his hips twitching, so you ramp up the vibrator’s setting and he almost doubles over the table he was wiping, gasping from surprise. For some time, he struggles to get a hold of himself, his thighs shaking, fists clenching on the table’s surface, but then manages to get back to cleaning, his hands a little trembling, but still careful and melticiuos and you turn the intensity down. You don’t want this game to end too quickly.

Of course, you can cheat and tease him directly, starting from fleeting caresses, to stealing kisses and getting in his way and groping. He’s left with his clothing ruffled, shirt riding up from when you slid your hands under it, pants half-undone by you and hanging on hipbones. He blushes, but doesn’t fix his clothes, because you made a point of leaving them like that, and the way you watch him with obvious desire riles him up just as much as the bullet pulsing inside of him. It takes all of his willpower to not go to you, collapse at your feet and beg to touch him, fuck him, let him finish.

Finally, there’s only one bookshelf left to dust, and at this point Thoma is no longer even trying to keep up the pretenses, he’s squirming, letting out shaky gasps, lightheaded from mix of desire and ache in his aroused cock, cage feeling more and more painfully tight. He’s steeling himself, taking deep breaths, because by the archons, he’s not going to let some dusty wood planks get the best of him.  

He’s so focused on his goal that he doesn’t notice how you approach him, until you hug him from behind, so he shudders, letting out a surprised gasp, and you chuckle.

“So, how is it going, baby?” you ask with an innocent tone, but your mouth is pressed to his ear, and you feel him shiver from your warm breath.

“Great,” he manages to start out with an upbeat tone and a smile, but then you start kissing his neck and sliding your hands under his shirt, and his voice gets wobbly. “I’m… ah, I’m… so close…” you find his nipples and they harden immediately under your touch, forcing a shaky, needy moan out of him before he can continue, “Almost done… just…mmmhm… just a bookshelf…” you twist his nipples and buck your hips against his ass, and he arches in your arms, “Oh, fuck, please!”

He’s too fucking delicious, so you turn him over and press him against the wall, claiming his mouth. He’s such a good kisser, even half out of breath and out of mind like this.

“No, I can’t let you fuck the bookshelf, babe,” you tease, smiling. “That would just be a mess.”

He starts rolling his eyes at your joke, but ends up with his throat arched, your lips trailing kisses under his jaw.

“Wait, I didn’t finish…”

You smirk and pull his pants down to the thighs in one abrupt motion. “Oh, you’re definitely going to finish.”

He blushes, but meets your eyes anxiously. “You mean, like that?..”

“Yeah, with your pretty cock still caged, darling.”

He blushes even more brightly and swallows hard, but doesn’t argue, doesn’t complain, doesn’t ask you to take it off, despite how uncomfortably tight it feels, despite knowing that coming like that won’t bring him pleasure or even relief, just frustration. It’s been a few days, and he wants to finally be allowed a real orgasm so badly, but he follows your order like a good, obedient boy that he is.

He lets the last dregs of his control go, because that’s how you want to see him, submits to your caresses, and the world drowns in a delirious, needy haze of desire. He hears his own filthy, shuddering moans without realizing it’s him making them, basks in how you rake your eyes over him in hunger, exposed, writhing against the wall under you, blushing cheeks and parted lips, shirt pulled up to the collarbones and pants pulled down to the thighs.

It’s worth the sweet, maddening torture of his aching dick and overstimmed, abused prostate for how you claim him, your hands and lips all over his body, your tongue sliding inside his mouth, it’s overwhelmingly too much and desperately not enough. He isn’t sure how much time has passed, every moment feels like stretched out, agonizing eternity, until he can’t take it anymore.

He comes with a half-choked moan, his legs going weak, and slides down against the wall, panting. You kneel down next to him, kiss his face and whisper praises as he’s trying to catch his breath, and reach between his legs to take the bullet out.

But instead of switching it off, you press it against his cock, sending a violent jolt through his entire body.  He gasps, his bright green eyes going wide in disbelief.

“Shhh, baby, I just need you to cum one more time for me,” you tell him, kissing his cheekbones tenderly. His cage has an opening that leaves part of the cockhead exposed, it’s swollen, red and throbbing against the bullet.  

“No, please, I can’t,” he gasps for air with an open mouth like he’s drowning, presses his back against the wall in an instinctive urge to get away.

“Of course you can, baby,” you catch his chin, forcing him to look at you. “You are mine, aren't you?”

“Yes,” you can feel his throat moving under your fingers when he swallows.

“And your cock is my favorite pretty plaything. So I need you to come for me again like my good little whore.”

“It hurts,” he moans weakly and shuts his eyes, blushing brilliantly, his gasps turn into quiet whimpers. His body is twitching, nails scraping helplessly on the floor, but he still hasn’t said the safeword, so you keep the bullet pressed to his throbbing cock.

“I know, baby,” you press a gentle kiss to the corner of his parted lips. “But I want to have you whole. I want to take everything you have, sunflower, and I know you can still give me more.”

His arm springs up abruptly and for a second you think he’ll try to push you away, but instead he finds your free hand and intertwines his fingers with yours.  

“Yes,” he whimpers shakily and looks up at you, his eyes bright and glittering green from tears. “Oh, please, please…”

He looks incredible like this, luminous in combination of filthy hunger and naked tenderness, an exposed, helpless mess, writhing on his knees, trying to spread legs that are caught in half-undone pants on his thighs

his cheeks glowing bright red, he’s keening and begging, without even knowing what he begs you for, with wet parted lips, chest raising in heavy feverish breathing, cum from his first orgasm still staining his cage and stomach, the swollen, pulsing tip is leaking under your finger when you thumb his slit with the same hand that holds the bullet against it.

Сompletely undone, unraveled, tortured and trembling, but nonetheless, he’s clutching at your hand, reaching, leaning into you with desperate need.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” you squeeze his hand, press yourself against him as he whines, and you can tell he’s close by how the muscles of his abs tighten, his thighs tense. “Show me how good you can be.”

He comes with a choked, broken sound, half-moan, half-sob. You hold him as he’s shaking, pepper his face with kisses, whisper praises as he’s trying to catch his breath.

“Good boy. You are such a delight to have, my little treasure.” His body is full of raw-nerved, unreleased tension, but your words add a maddeningly sweet undercurrent, shiver that runs down his spine, makes the torturous frustration worth it if you’ve enjoyed him. “You’ve been so good for me, I’ll even let you choose your reward. If you want, I will take off your cage and make you cum until you lose your voice from screaming.”

His breath hitches, eyes light up in hungry anticipation, but you continue.

“Or, I’ll let you serve me. I’ll fuck your pretty mouth.”

“Let me serve you,” he answers without hesitation and you smile, because you always knew what he'd choose.

Few minutes later, he’s kneeling at your feet, already naked except for the handcuffs and the cage, the longer strands of his molten gold hair falling freely over the sculpted shoulders. He’s quiet, but he’s looking up at you in restrained anticipation.

“Are you sure, baby? You can still change your mind.”

“Yeah,” he says without hesitation, nuzzling at your knee. “I’m sure.”

“I might not let you out today at all.”

“I know,” he kisses your knee, rubs his cheek against it pleadingly, looking you in the eye. “Please… Use me.”

You smile, let him start slowly, trail a line of kisses up your thigh until he presses his mouth to your sex. It’s not the first time you use his mouth, so he knows what you like, eager lips and searching tongue. He looks up at you, watching for all signs of pleasure: heavy breath, narrowed eyes, bitten lip. You slide your hand into his hair, stroke it softly and he hums in appreciation. When your hips buck against his face, you can feel his moan reverberating against your flesh.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, and you forcibly pull him closer, fuck his mouth as he goes slack, his eyelashes flutter, warm and willing for you to take.

You slow down a little bit, just enough to hear him make a tiny choked noise, caught deep in his throat, see him look up at you from under half-lowered lashes with glistening, dizzyingly grateful green eyes.

When you finish, it’d be enough for him to cum if he wasn’t caged still, so when you let him go, he slumps against your leg, breathing heavily through his bruised mouth, his ragged breaths hot against your skin.

“Thank you,” he whispers, blush on his cheeks heating up against your knee, just barely loud enough for you to catch it.

You take him to the bed, throw him on his back, and he lies sprawled helplessly in front of you, delirious from the constrained pleasure, watching you with bated breath.

“You’ve been very good, my treasure,” you whisper, looming over him, move the unruly bangs, no longer held by a headband, from his forehead. His hair is too bright and saturated for a blonde, not dark and red enough for ginger, another duality caught in between, gold and tangerines, amber and buttercups, sunflower petals in the light of the late sunset.

“So even though you refused your reward, I’ll give you a chance to cum. If you can win a little game,” you smile, open his cage and slide it off. It goes slowly, with an effort, too tight around his swollen dick, and he shudders, sighs deeply when he’s finally free.

You press your palm against his cock and kiss the corner of his lips. “I’m afraid you’ll have to work for it, baby.”

He throws a glance at you, blushing, unsure. Is that all you’ll ask from him, to debase himself to show how much he wants it? That seems too easy for how far gone he is in his desires, but he doesn’t question you. He catches your mouth in an eager, sloppy kiss, thrusts his hips up, rubbing his cock against your hand.

You let his dick slide a few times against your palm, drink lovely, sweet moans from his lips, and then move your hand up, out of his reach. You chuckle as you watch him thrust helplessly into the air, groaning in frustration.

You only touch him again after he settles down, let him build up the rhythm, his thrusts turning quick and frantic as he’s getting closer to release. When you smirk and caress his cheekbones, he tenses, your grin is so teasing he expects a catch.

He waits for you to move your hand away again, but instead you lean down and sweetly tell him: “Slower.”

This catches him off guard, his eyes and mouth going wide in surprise and dismay. He has to brace himself forcefully to obey against his natural instincts. He grips at the bedsheets, but manages to slow himself down to half the speed.

You watch him struggle with a smile, his chest rising in heavy panting, parted lips, fingers clutching at the sheets, involuntary arch building in his spine as he focuses all his willpower on controlling his hips. You kiss a line down the exposed column of his throat, feel him shudder and his cock twitch against your palm, he almost bucks erratically, but catches himself at the last moment.

“Good boy,” you whisper, raking your fingers through his tangled hair. He meets your eyes, pleading, at once desperate and hopeful for release.

Instead, you tell him “Stop moving.”

He lets out a loud groan that breaks into a shaky whimper as he forces himself to pin his hips down to the bed. He throws his head back and arches his back, squeezing his eyes shut, his dick twitching against your palm and his knuckles whiten from how hard he’s clenching his fists. You run your hand up the length of his painfully hard, throbbing cock, provoking a moan, gently thumb at the slit of his swollen, leaking tip.

“Fuck, please, I’m so close, please…” he gasps for air with an open mouth, writhing under you as you kiss his jaw, slide your other hand over his body in tantalizing caresses, feel his muscles clench under your touch. You’re not so cruel to count this against him, because he does manage to keep himself from thrusting into your teasing hand as you slowly, maddeningly slowly stroke his cock, pearly string of precum dripping on his stomach.

“Very good, sunflower,” you whisper in his ear, feel his eyelashes flutter as he’s struggling to look at you. He’s so tense he’s shaking, sweat pooling on his temples and a trembling slope of his collarbones. You kiss his parted lips, cover his clenched hand with your own. “You’ve been such a delightful, beautiful plaything today. Come for me, you’ve earned it, baby.”

He comes undone immediately, with a desperate, strangled scream that he’s too unraveled to feel ashamed about. You pump his cock, let him ride out the pleasure he’s been waiting so long for, forcefully held control finally lost completely and his mind going completely blank, watch him thrashing under you until his screams turn to whimpers and he grasps at you and pulls you close.

Later in the shower he has no strength left, so you start cleaning him up yourself, and he tries protesting, but you gently pin him to the wall.

“Can I take care of my own little treasure, hm?” you ask him teasingly, and he laughs with both embarrassment and gratitude, melts under your touch.

You feel quite tired yourself, looking forward to finally getting to bed and falling asleep entangled in his warmth. But when you walk into the room, he slips out of your arms and starts tearing off sheets from the bed with amount of energy that he frankly should not be able to produce in this state.

“Babe. What are you doing? Cum didn’t even get on the sheets, it’s fine.”

“I’m not going to sleep on sweat-covered bedsheets,” he throws an affronted look over his shoulder as he’s pulling a new sheet over the frame. “I wasn’t raised in a barn.”

You sigh and watch him silently, until he grabs a pillow.

“Thoma. Thoma, what did the pillows do to you? We haven’t even touched them.”

“It’s going to bother me if the sheets are fresh and pillowcases aren’t. *And* if they don’t match.”

“I’m starting to think I’m taking the handcuffs off you too early,” you say sourly, and he chuckles, blushing faintly.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m almost done. Just a minute.”

He is done pretty quickly, but then you catch him eyeing the heap of bedsheets on the floor.

“Baby, if you try to start laundry right now, I will have to knock you unconscious for your own good.”

“I was just going to put it into a basket…”

“NO.”

He laughs airily, lets you drag him into bed, falling down next to you.

“But you have to admit, sleeping on clean linen is so much better.”

It is pretty great, it’s fresh and cool, and smells faintly of lavender.

“It’s nice,” you concede, pulling him close.

Thoma gives absolutely the best hugs and cuddles, firm, but not restrictive, like all pyro, he emanates warmth even when he’s not using his vision, but from him, it’s a lenient sunlight, not the aggressive heat of fire. Amber-hued protective bubble where nightmares seem stupid and everything is going to be alright, a feeling normally only achievable by months of therapy, being covered in puppies or copious amounts of drugs.

“But you are still crazy. I’m going to fuck you over the counter in the morning instead of the bed, so you don’t change the sheets *again.*”

He makes a content little noise, something between a chuckle and a purr.

“And what would you like to have for breakfast? Other than me, of course.”

“I don’t really care. Other than you, of course. Surprise me, sunflower.”

[adventurer515]

i forgor i had this in my docs bc i was too focused on my guardian angel au… um this is based on that one angelic blood = drug fic w the straw (WOW HOW SPECIFIC) :’)) the premise was supposed to be jealous lucifer baiting alastor w his blood the entire time,, i’m posting the start here bc i still find it rlly cute but im not sure abt finishing it… it’s unedited also so just a head’s up 😔🫶

Warnings: blood drinking, drug use, mild cannibalism, domestic fluff

Lucifer and Alastor’s little understanding does not prevent their bickering. If anything, their understanding just makes the bickering even more frequent! Alastor just exists to irritate him no matter what, apparently beyond amused by his annoyance and proud at his ability to tick him off.

(“Did you really have to put my blood in a toy teacup?”

“It’s classy! Besides, Nifty gave it to me. Who would I be if I were to not use such an auspicious gift? Look. It even matches your eyes! Ah, ah, ah. Kindly please don’t melt the teacup, Lucifer.”)

Charlie thinks that their interactions are sweet and that she’s glad that they’re getting along, but Lucifer would like to disagree. They can barely stand to be in the same room apart from feedings at night where he can cling to Alastor as much as he wants, relishing in the free physical intimacy and comfort that the radio demon provides while he eats.

(“You’re squeezing my ribs too hard.”

“You’re literally eating my shoulder. If anyone has a right to complain, it’s me!”)

It makes Lucifer feel less lonely about Lilith leaving him as he finds comfort in Alastor. He knows very clearly that Alastor mostly sees him as a food source, the king of hell that lives right across the hall, and Charlie’s dead beat dad, but it’s fine. Alastor can be strangely sweet at times, even if he shows them in unconventional ways.

(“Here! I have made you some dinner. It’s very delicious, so you can stop eating those pancakes now.”

“Oh, thanks? But why?”

“Your blood sugar is too high during feedings. It leaves a taste.”)

Besides, even if whatever they have can be strange to him, Lucifer is okay with it. He knows that, in some way, he’s special to him. Alastor very rarely allows people to touch him, especially so closely (only his friends he’s had for years, even Charlie at times, but never men, for some reason). He knows that he holds Alastor’s respect and it bothers him whenever Lucifer says something condescending or doesn’t pay attention to him (Alastor likes the attention and the ability to hear the sound of his own voice, but Lucifer honestly just thinks he’s a narcissist).

However, it’s Lucifer’s blood that he’s really after. As the only Seraphim in the Pride Ring—and Hell itself—Alastor understands that being able to drink so freely from him and so often is something he won’t easily trade away. It leads to Alastor being especially territorial over him, especially when eating, and Lucifer—while fully capable of protecting himself—finds himself with a more than capable bodyguard. It also provides some assurance that Alastor keeps Charlie and the Hazbin Hotel in his best interests.

Their understanding is unconventional and manipulative on both sides, but it’s nice to have and the security is comforting.

Until that security is threatened.

((By the way, the angelic blood = drug fic series mentioned is the one with Snake in the Grass, Apple of My Eye, and the Silly Straw, which are all by anon.))

[imustbenuts]

You're in PokeMeshi, what do you cook

yayy an ask!! hmmm in terms of difficulty and accessibility my immediate thought for the easier one is gonna be something like

a grass pokemon salad.

parts from grass pokemon without poison affinity bc im really curious to see how they are different from just regular plants. im talking Cherubi berries and Shiftry leaves and Smolive olives

i think their leaves would actually be pretty crunchy considering its so green looking. and they likely regulate their own moisture so its gonna be some of the leafiest yummy salad out there i bet

meat

in terms of meat id wanna get something like a golem, some fire and some tauros meat. so i can cook tauros steak over golem's rock surface and get some yakiniku that way

and bonus: turning tauros into pemmican. just to see how it'd taste...

anyway my ultimate holy grail would actually be....

kyrogre tuna steaks.

what does kyogre taste like? the ocean? the most delicious blue finned tuna? disappointment? god? climate change? id try it both raw and cooked and stewed. kyogre is so big theres plenty to experiment with i think there would even be enough for a party! :D

[trash-town-champion]

What drinks da2 characters order

In absolute fuck it we ball energy, I am replaying da2 here is a post for any of u who are still here from when I made this blog in high school

Yes this is modern / our world i dont care

Hawke: coronas. No, coors lite. Idk the beeriest college beer there is. Hawke is a ferelden farm boy this dude doesn’t even do mixed drinks he buys 6 packs only. Catch hawke in the club with one of those pitchers of beer thats like 64oz. If he must, whiskey soda(cola), and his go to shots are jameson

Varric: old fashioned is his go to, gin and tonic if he’s slowing down, and guinness if he’s really taking it easy, he doesnt really do shots

Fenris: he’s from tropical tevinter so must be tequila and mezcal, he usually does traditional tequila shots with salt and lime, but he’ll take a traditional margarita, salt rims on everything, he also likes tajin and will do mango if it’s spicy. Wine is a whole other ball of wax but he doesn’t really fuck with anything white or rosè he’d drinks cabs

Isabela: she’s a pirate so she likes rum, rum&coke is her go to, but she’ll do piña coladas, daiquiris, mai tais, and corny stuff like jello shots, blowjob shots, isabela only really likes shots if they’re this big communal event you make everyone do, she doesn’t do shots on her own, she’s the queen of mixed drinks and is low maintenance, if no rum she goes to vodka cran

Anders: white claw queen, trulys, high noons, go to mixed drink is long island iced tea, maybe screwdriver, but he will send things back if they’re not sweet enough and makes a terrible sour face every time he does a shot. This does NOT mean he does not do shots. He just has no preference bc he has no taste for liquor. He will order those ice blended drinks that are gross fake sugary, he drinks artificial shit like green apple flavored vodka, he brings malibu to every house party

Carver: he’s cut from the same cloth as hawke so he also drinks 6 packs. they order gallons of beer at a time and split them often, he’s always sipping mini fireballs out of his pocket as if he’s not surrounded by alcoholics, and he orders hennesy shots flat with no special flair

Bethany: cosmo, lemon drop, sex on the beach, sangria, she rejects beer because of her brothers, but she’ll do whiskey shots with them. she also likes ceremonious shot rounds like isabela

Aveline: ok so she’s obviously not down at the bar getting fucked up with everyone else, she mostly drinks beer and wine, she likes ipa’s and can get surprisingly sophisticated about beer, she doesn’t feel she has the refined palette of good wine choice (but she’d probably pass up many others) if she must order a mixed drink she’ll have whatever her friend is having, and if they’re doing shots she takes them like a pro

Merrill: oh boy this one’s hard. I think they just feed her drinks until she likes one and the ones she picks are so random to them they can’t follow the pattern. In reality, she has a preference for an herbal taste where she’ll like anything that tastes like she’s eating the forest or a garden, gin because it’s piney, garnishes with sage or basil or rosemary but she always eats the garnishes out of her drink whole, and she also likes to chew on the ice afterward. She’s a huge lightweight and gets drunk after two drinks but she really doesn’t mind the taste of them bc she would eat grass so she slurps down many a hard drink and then shes wasted

[abysshare]

Fuck it we ball. I'll tell you what jjba characters smell and taste like (/nsx, i mean Synesthesia ). 1/???

Okay so. Og anime Polnareff tastes like Snow and Metal (Silver Chariot tastes straight up like Metal). However OVA Polnareff tastes like Mozzarella or Alfredo sauce. Its not bad but its not great. Also both severely smell like hair spray get him out of here. 6/10

Jotaro smells like ocean + salt water. Sometimes a bit of smoke but like.. in a good way not in a gross way ( but then again i enjoy smokey smells ). Tastes like salt water taffy. 8/10

Dio is complicated because part 3 absolutely tastes like lime and orange / citruses. Smells like that too. But part 1 smells like vanilla and warm wood and tastes like rose. So. 6/10 for part 3, 4/10 for part 1.

Joseph Joestar.. um!!! This one is a little harder. Part 2 Joseph tastes. Sweaty tbh. But he smells like Vanilla also. Part 4 smells and tastes like those. Hard carmels. Part 3 doesn't really have a taste or smell to me? Kind of like a (good) musk smell perhaps. 5/10.

Hol Horse. Smells like grass/outdoors and tastes like chocolate chip cookies. I'm not sure why. But he does. 8/10.

Thats all I'll do for now bc it does take some concentrating for me

[bylertruther]

not to say something super obvious like grass is green and water will get you wet, but ummmm . even outside of dnd, mike and will would 100% roleplay together. they're both creatives with similar tastes, so i can see them coming up with all of their different little worlds and original characters to fill them up. some of them are fantasy, others are more adventurous, and some of them are their own superhero universes similar to marvel n dc but better because it's theirs. will draws their ocs and pivotal scenes and mike tells him they'll totally make a movie together about this one day obviously.

will isn't as confident in his writing, but mike tells him to shut up because of course you're good!!! you're great even!!! and you can draw, too, like talk about being a double threat, will!!! i won't stand for this slander of my best friend! will of course Loves mike's writing and all of the ideas and plots he can come up with at the drop of a hat. he lets and encourages mike to infodump about his characters' backgrounds, the world building, and all of the interpersonal subplots he was thinking they could do, and when mike suddenly peters out bc he's been talking nonstop for a couple minutes straight, embarrassed bc Dear God I'm Talking Too Much And Being Annoying Aren't I, will jus tilts his head and goes "why did you stop? :(" which makes mike pause n bashfully do The Will Smile bc ofc will is listening ofc he actually wants to know and cares abt wht i'm saying of course he does!! (insert butterflies in his tummy here) and so he keeps on going and tells him all about everything he was thinking abt during their super boring history class.

will is a little nervous the first time he shares that one of his characters is gay actually and mike is a little shocked NOT bc of the gay thing but bc will says it so quietly n nervously tht mike is just like ?!?!?!? u thought this would be a problem?! u thought i'd have a problem with this?!?!??! what?! and then before u kno it so many of their characters are lgbt tht they're eventually like ok .... i hate to say it, but i think we need some straight characters too just for diversity points here, which becomes a little inside joke of theirs.

and if one of their favorite ships just so happens to be a knight and a mage that were childhood companions turned lovers then tbh thts Their business and clearly they both really like this ship bc who doesn't love the fantasy element okAY it doesn't Mean anything, lucas, plEAse stop looking at me like tht or i will never share anything with u ever again thank u!!!!!! (said while snatching away will's colored pencil drawing of them n putting it back in his binder [in a plastic sleeve n everything btw] with the reddest face anyone has ever seen in all of human history heheh)

[theunfairfolk]

so i was on pinterest and i saw a thing about how to survive the fae and i wanted to know if any of this is accurate

I’m going to dropkick Gardner for making people think they had to write like bad 80s fantasy dialogue.

Ahem.

Ok some of this is good advice some of it is bullshit and some of it is like. Duh. “Don’t promise your firstborn child” is less of a fae thing and more of a good parent thing. overall it’s clickbaity (for lack of a better term) and reductive. 3/10.

1. Eat not what they offer: yes, generally. fae food is usually said to trap humans in the fairy world OR make human food taste like ash forever. or it puts you in their debt.

2. Dont give them your kid. duh.

3. Magic always has a price: incredibly vague but yeah sure. sometimes the price is a piece of grass.

4. a life for a life: no. this is just “all magic has a price” but spooky. killing someone with magic doesn’t mean someone else has to die though. neither does bringing someone back. the Cost is rarely that simple.

5. trusting smiles: stupidly worded. “fae might smile insincerely but it might be sincere” aka the concept of misleading someone which exists in everything.

6. inviting into your home: you’re thinking of vampires. fae don’t need permission to go into your house. many fae are literally known for showing up in your house and whoops its their house now.

7. inviting minds: this is ???? telepaths??? someone’s watching too much true blood

8. names: yeah don’t give them your name this shouldve been rule 1

9. favors: ahhhh i guess, asking for favors can put you in their debt so ask carefully.

10. dancing: yeah kinda, dancing with the fae is dangerous for humans cause we can get tired a lot easier but their magic time bullshit means sometimes it kills us. look up the dancing plague and imagine that but faster.

11. mushroom circles: also duh, should’ve been rule 2

12. drink: this is just “dont eat their food” part two.

13. “don’t fuck with their shit”

14. “don’t fuck with their shit”

15. what in the fuck is the elder race. google says its a YA novel. it sounds like a nazi dogwhistle. it is not fae related.

16. good fucking luck Summoning the fae lmao do you think they respond to that shit??

17. “don’t ask them for stuff” part two

18. ??? weird. they like gold but they tend to have way more than humans bc. y’know. magic.

19. *red alarm* weird thing to say! not an accurate interpretation of the whole fairy stealing children myth!! covet was the wrong word!!!

20. wild to assume you know how every single fae feels about the hard to define concept of love lmao.

21. They skipped 21

22. take nothing but photos leave nothing but footprints. we’re just making tshirts now.

23. same thing you said before. “Dont trust them” takes up a lot less space.

24. “really butter em up” for what purpose tho. if you’re not making deals or shit. just leave em alone.

25. shouldve been rule 3

26. iron hurts them, i wouldnt say its your friend unless you want to hurt them.

27. no they are not more noticeable, they grow in nature. forged iron is way more noticeable than some fuckin plants.

28. “dont think of an elephant teehee” fae aren’t telepaths.

29. THOU WILL NOT GET A LAWYER. FANTASTIC.

30. yeah generally don’t give strangers your blood. did you need a rule for this.

31. this means nothing.

[railroad-migraine]

You live!! Yay!!

"Promise?"

"Promise."

With changeling! Reader x ashton bc with fae, promises are very serious. Only you write him the way I love to read him~🌷

Anonymous asked: Can you please write a 'I'm yours. No returns.' For the ship prompt with ashton? I feel like this suits them a lot

Also inspired by this ask from @trippygalaxy

Notes: 1.1k words. Established but new relationship. Fluff. Reader is a non-specific fae race. A combination of prompts helped me out of my writer's block and lack of motivation. Enjoy my darlings x

Song Rec: Take On Me - 2017 acoustic by a-ha

~ Poet

We're Allowed To Be Foolish

-> Ashton Greymoore x GN!Reader

"Right," Ashton says when he claps his hands together, the soft sound melding with with the crackle of the fire behind them. "The children are finally asleep, so that means us adults can finally relax."

Imogen has finally settled, no evidence of any nightmares with her back supported by a tree stump, Laudna's head leaning on the sorcerer's shoulder. A spare cloak is tucked under her chin and covers both their laps and legs. Meanwhile, Orym's form is engulfed entirely by Fearne, having no need for a blanket when he has a faun and her fur to keep warm. Soft snores come from that cuddle pile softly, one of her hands on Orym's back, the other on Mister's. Old man Chetney, ever so stealthy, lies a few feet from Fearne, back to the fire and a small shiv gripped in his fist. His ears twitch when the odd twig snaps and causes a loud spark. The flames seem to lick higher and brighter closest to where FCG is stationed for the night. Their metal glows and reflects like a warped mirror found in shadow.

It's calm - a rare thing when on the road and picking up errands and quests here and there. A travelling band of adventures, ready and eager to taste what's on offer.

You crack a smile from where you sit in the grass, knees pulled up to your chest and a threadbare scarf draped over your shoulders. "We're just on watch, Ash. It's no different from any other night."

"That's where you are wrong, my fair-looking fae," they smirk as they crumble to the ground at your side and pass you your waterskin. You take a grateful sip, but nearly choke when the scarf is suddenly and harshly tugged off from your shoulders. The thin fabric hangs loose when Ashton slings it around himself. The smug bastard. You scowl and pull it back enough so that there's enough material to share, ignoring his cheeky face in the corner of your eye. It isn't even a cold night, but Ashton's body heat is bleeding through the scarf so effortlessly that without it you might just shiver. "Tonight just so happens to mark two months since our first shared watch together."

You are about to protest, but words fail you as soon as your memory does. Lips parted and eyebrow quirked, you simply offer: "I... that doesn't seem right. Surely I would've remembered such a thing."

"Ouch. That hurts. Stings even. And I thought you would be the sentimental one." They lightly punch your shoulder, a disgustingly sweet platonic gesture, deepening your frown because you want nothing more than a kiss instead. But that can be asked for later. "It's no biggie. Really. It's not like anything of significance occurred that night." He pauses. "Certainly not anything to do with us, up to our knees in ice cold water, fishing for a special rock after someone so elegantly threw in the river-"

"Chet trying to use the Sending Stone as a skipping stone! How could I forget?" you chuckle, face warm at the memory.

It had been an accident - you'll agree with Chetney that the magical item does look deceptively mundane. You had been on watch with the gnome, camped near a stream that seemed to grow more powerful as the night went on. Bored out if his mind, he turned to tossing stones into the water until watch was over. The ripples made in the beginning were nothing special, until the water seemed to glow and sparkle, as if having swallowed something magic. Long story short, Chetney was far too short to go wading in the deeper waters with you to look for the Sending Stone.

Luckily for you, Ashton had been only resting their eyes and was more than willing to help you while Chetney fretted from the shore.

If the barbarian hadn't been there to ground you, the waters might have swept you away into the darkness when you swiped the stone from the rushing current.

Your heart aches a little. The only tie to Dorian the party had left was nearly lost that night. You can only hope that the bard has since found his way safely with his daft brother since he left. Ashton brings you back to the present, nodding enthusiastically and laughing at the memory. You hush them, giggling under your breath so not to disturb fast asleep Bell's Hells scattered around the camp. "You do remember, I knew it!"

Things work differently in the Feywild. So much simpler from your perspective, but awe-inspiring to the friends you've made on your travels - Fearne being a comforting and familiar exception. Time is a weird soup, a mantra, a phrase she brings up whenever you think of what might have been. If you had stepped outside of that portal ten seconds sooner, you might have crossed paths with Ashton even earlier.

You chew on the inside of your cheek, reaching out to touch their face. He stills upon contact, leaning into your hand while your thumb traces a line of gold filigree running from his temple to his cheekbone.

A blurred reminder of a time before you came to Emon. A time before you could save their ass when they got in trouble.

How can someone be so strong, resilient, and yet so fragile and tender? You manage to find your voice, distant and faraway, mumbling more so to yourself rather than to Ashton. "You're not what I thought you'd be like."

He bares his teeth in a crooked grin. There's a hint of approval in his eyes when they flick between your own, trailing briefly down to your mouth before meeting your gaze again. "Mean and scary?" His voice lowers to a purr - for the sake of the party or your own, you don't know. He makes a sharp movement, a motion as if going to bite your thumb on his cheek. Instead he kisses the corner of your mouth.

That's an understatement.

"Yeah."

"Yeah well..." Ashton muses, leaning back on their hands and glancing up at the clear sky overhead. "I thought you'd be kinda mean and scary too. I mean, a fae? Clearly not from this part of the world, a complete enigma with wicked magic..."

"Me?" you grin, tilting your head in mild disbelief. The idea seemed bizarre at first. Ashton - the barbarian whose head has slag glass holding back a galaxy, who is decked out in leather and wields a hammer engraved with "FUCK OFF" - was intimidated by you. "You thought I was the scary one?"

It's laughable, enough that you begin to ignore your stiff back and sore limbs from travel. Ashton huffs out an amused breath of air. He looks at you, a playful glare darkening his face. "Terrifying." He must not like the thoughtful expression on your face, so he leans forward a little, craning his neck to look at you properly. "Hey."

"Hey."

"... I'm yours. No returns. No take backs."

Emotion wells up in your throat. You try to swallow it down, thick with hesitation. "Promise?"

"Promise. Cross my heart." He drags a finger over his chest, a simple gesture of innocent trust in you that ignites you to your very core. "Hope to die."

"Hm..." you croon, pinching their chin and nudging their face closer. "That's quite a bold oath you just made there, Ash. You're lucky I'm not a fae that would take advantage of your foolishness."

You feel him smile against your lips. "As the designated adults on watch tonight, I think we're allowed to be a bit foolish."

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i hc that reader started decorating her apartment more after bakugou left (esp w more plants i’ve decided in my head that she became a plant mom) bc i remember the chapter where she envied her friends apartment being so personalized and i just want a cute little pinterest apartment for her

I like to think reader is 2% better at keeping plants alive than I am bc I cant even keep hardy zz plants or cat grass alive for too long 😭

But you're right about decorating more! Remember she moved in kinda haphazardly with getting what she could find even if it didnt all match after breaking up with the shitty ex. He kept the apartment and she just took what was hers and bailed. At least she has good and supportive parents who helped her out 🙏 its cozy and lived in even if it's still kinda bare bones.

over time I've done a lot of googling for Japanese apartments, layouts, amenities, design sensibilities, etc. I picture her place very different from Katsuki's not just in design but in aesthetic and personality.

He isnt home most of the time and ascribes to the modern minimalist style that's common in Japanese homes where everything has its place and out of view storage is the norm.

He would have some personal things up like pics with his friends, maybe some newspaper clippings of notable events in his Hero career, awards and trophies, etc. Also he's still an All Might fanboy at heart and does have some posters, cards 🥺, figurines, etc buuuut they're hiding in a display cabinet somewhere out of immediate sight lol.

Otherwise, he isnt one for decorating. Art isnt his thing but he inherited a good sense of style from his parents. Hes neat and organized and a little OCD about everythingf having its place so he can find it easily. To someone unfamiliar, it might even look too sterile like a showroom rather than a living space. Does he need four bedrooms? No!! One is an office he never uses, one is a workout room, and one was just a storage/empty room but hhhhh now its Princess Explosion Murder's space with a cat tree, the litter boxes, toys, etc. Such a fucking cat dad now 😻

OK ANYWAY it's fun to consider different design aesthetics and how they showcase personalities.

ALSO U SHOULD MAKE READER AND KATSUKI PINTEREST BOARDS!!! Two separate ones... then one with their shared apartment taste 🥺🥺🥺🙏 I'll love u I eat up that type if thing like cake mmmmmmmyummmyyyyyy

[ketchup-monthly]

What the Batfam Orders at Coffee Shops

according to me and @space-specs (the full list is back! :D)

Bruce- hot coffee, black, with sugar (idk hes just Like That tm)(if hes feeling extra fancy he adds a shot of bourbon or bourbon cream)(usually he’s in too big of a hurry to imbibe caffeine for that)

Dick- the most sweet thing he can find (homeboy adds a lot of the different syrups to it as well, but will NEVER use the hazelnut because it makes the drink taste like dust)(he doesn’t even make the drink almost unpalatably sweet because he likes sweet things. he does it so no one will touch it)

Babs- matcha, hot or frozen (this is partially because she has a green aesthetic to keep up, but also she enjoys the flavor and the only ones who are inclined to take a sip every once in a while are Cass and Dami)(i don’t understand bc i think matcha tastes like grass, but idk. to each their own -ketchup)

Jason- iced coffee, black, no sugar (this is a solid drink, and if he’s feeling inclined towards a slightly less bitter drink, he’ll add vanilla syrup, but he also only really gets coffee from coffee shops if he has a stakeout)(this is what i order basically all of the time and i think its fantastic -ketchup)

Tim- black coffee, extra espresso shots, hot (usually when he actually goes to a coffee shop its because Alfred has cut him off or he’s on the way to some form of meeting and needs the caffeine, so that’s what he intends to get)

Cass- chai tea (its tasty, and is caffeinated, and is sweet on its own without needing extra sugar, though she does add milk to it)(she is also inclined to order a croissant when she goes)

Steph- something fruity, iced or frozen (she doesn’t like coffee, and doesn’t really like hot drinks when it isn’t super cold outside. plus coffee shops have some really interesting fruit drinks!)(she also almost always gets some sort of sweet pastry to go with her drink)

Duke- iced caramel latte (its sweet, while still remaining bitter, and he really likes that it sort of masks the flavor of the coffee behind the caramel and milk)(tastyyyyyyyy he’s just like me for real-specs)(blech -ketchup, who does not like caramel and coffee together)

Damian- some hoity toity tea (has flashbacks the his very specific tea request in Son of Batman)(if they have a specialty tea blend, he is inclined to try it, though he tends to be overly critical and tries to get brown sugar instead of white when possible)

Cullen- iced mocha and an Arnold Palmer for Harper (he likes chocolate and coffee together and Harper will steal his drink if he doesn’t get something for her. the sweet tea and lemonade seems to keep her at bay and Cullen gets two drinks for himself)

Harper- “tea, earl grey, hot” (she doesn’t even like earl grey tea. she just does it to see who will get the reference. when cullen goes with her and she starts the line, he makes dead eye contact with the cashier with the most world-weary expression known to man on his face)(i also don’t really like earl grey, but i would totally do that -ketchup)

Kate- mango smoothie (it’s fruity, like her)(do i have an explanation? no. i zoned out and the answer came to me -specs)

Alfred- nothing (he does not go to coffee shops. and if he did, no one would ever catch him)(he will hang out at a coffee shop for the ambiance and the company, but will pull out his own drink in the middle of the shop)

Terry McGinnis- black tea (no milk, no sugar. it’s because he doesn’t like coffee and tea has the caffeine that will keep him patrolling)(he also just doesn’t like milk that much)

Matt McGinnis- iced banana milk (but its a strain of banana that hasn’t been invented yet, so it tastes completely different than the bananas we have today)(and yes, Terry is horrified by the fact that Matt gets it with ice in it)

Jarro- a cup of whipped cream (he doesnt even eat it. he plays with it like shaving cream on a desk. -specs)

Drake Winston- toasted marshmallow smore blended drink (he orders it year round, but also he doesn’t go to coffee shops but once every month or two, so it’s a treat for him)

Carrie Kelley- monster energy drinks (for the flavor, not the caffeine. she doesn’t go to coffee shops but instead just goes to the nearest gas station to get her fix)

Jim Gordon- black coffee with almond milk (because he’s lactose intolerant and found that out far later than he should have, working in a place where drinking coffee was almost expected)(he is loath to admit it, as to not embody the donut-eating cop stereotype, but he also frequently orders a donut or two)(more, if he’s taking some back for Bullock)

Bette Kane- hot vanilla latte (its a classic, and its a classic for a reason. she likes it, not matter how “boring” it may be.)

Luke Fox- hot chocolate (he likes coffee well enough, but he prefers hot chocolate)(plus, he’s man enough to confidently order a “kids” drink)

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AOT CHARACTERS AND FOOD HC / 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧! 𝐚𝐮 (part 1 ??)

Eren : this mf is so picky with his food

probably only eats Haribo and pizza :/

Thankfully he loves fast food 🍔

makes fun of people who don't like the same stuff he does

Chocked on chocolate buttons as a kid 🤭

Mikasa : doesn't really have a favorite she just eats to survive

Is always polite and hates when people eat with there mouth open

She finds flavoured water really tasty :)

Has gave Sasha her food multiple times

Armin : definitely not a fan of spice

He likes : cupcakes,chocolate milk,pasta and fruit </3

will try to eat healthy food as much as possible

he never leaves food on his plate 👍

Him and Historia have very similar taste

Jean : watch out if this man is hungry he will not be in a good mood (like Sasha)

Likes spice but has a limit

He definitely would love apple juice :D

Trys to eat nicely so he won't be called a "horse" ☹️

Connie : this handsome fella would have a star wars themed Pizza Hut party 😭

never eats all his food bc he gets full quickly

Always puts to much in his mouth and stare chocking :I

"YOU DON'T LIKE ___??" WHAT IS WRONG WITH U??

he likes : chocolate (not dark),spaghetti,pepperoni and fanta

Sasha : this girl orders the best food and will NOT waste it

She loves eating KFC with Connie on a Friday night 😩

If she had a pet she would always feed it her food :O

Always sings the "ITS RAINING TACOS" and "CHICKEN WING,CHICKEN WING, HOT DOG AND BALONEY" 🌮🍗🌭🥩

Levi : like Mikasa he isn't the one to get excited about eating (Ackerman instincts)

Probably likes the same food as a 30 year old mother ° ͜ʖ ͡

I think he would enjoy : black tea (canon),lemon icecream (canon),pancakes and old fashioned sweets

Used knife and fork for everything 😔

Very quick eater without trying

Hange : she does NOT like vegetables 🤢

But would eat grass and like it??

She really likes Halloween for all the sweets

Spice and sour >>>> anything else

Is not afraid to try something new :)

Chews on ice (it's so good tho)

Message me or comment on one on one of my posts for hc,icons, headers, or anything really 💕

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Hypmic cooking headcanon list:

A list where I headcanon if certain hypmic characters cook good or not. Brought to you by someone who isn't a chef

Ichiro: I think canon says he can cook for himself and his brothers, which checks out. A great malewife and amazing at cooking. Not a professional, but it's pretty good.

Jiro & Saburo: I forgot what canon says about their food quality- I think they can cook decent enough to help out, which makes sense since they're living on their own. Overall, the Buster Bros are self-sustainable.

Samatoki: listen he can COOK and I WILL stand by that. It'd taste great, but RIP if you're vegetarian bc he'd have a lot of meat with everything. Anyways I have a strong feeling that Samatoki can cook well.

Jyuto: Rich Guy Can't pick up a spatula and fry an egg. I've seen headcanons that this guy can't cook and I definitely agree.

Rio: yeah

Ramuda: Doesn't want to. He'd rather do some baking and even then just buys the stuff. He can't cook, does some stuff like adding too much of certain ingredients he likes or forgetting about what's in the oven.

Gentaro: He can cook well for independent living, but he has a lot of quick snacks for the deadlines.

Dice: Uhhh so apparently the wiki says he roasts grass??? I feel like he'd be able to grill but idk if he'd be able to cook considering his background. I'd say probably not but he might be able to.

Jakurai: Makes great food, or at least good enough to be better than Hitoya 🤣 doesn't have a lot of time for it but he's decent at it.

Hifumi: Cannonically a good cook, certified. Another malewife

Doppo: Moreso relies on Hifumi since he has zero time to cook. Probably a bit wonky at it but manages. There's an image where they're all making a meal or something and Doppo's cracking an egg into a cup

Sasara: Decent enough to cook on his own. Idk much about him but I think his favourite food is more on the creative side or adjustable in terms of cooking it? Also his SSR I got TWICE instead of Rosho's

Yeah this one, so I feel like he's a real good cook

Rosho: Idk??? I'm stumped on this one. I think there's a bonus manga page where they swap jobs and Rosho goes on a quest to perfect a pudding recipe. Probably good at baking at least.

Rei: Buys some food and tells everyone he made it himself. Sasara does this as a prank (or the reverse, pretends his cooking is fast food), but Rei does it unironically

Kuko: Can't cook for shit but has fun doing it

Jyushi: Self-sustainable but also gets scared cutting stuff and flinches when the oil starts popping. Me too tbh, how do you not get scared cooking with oil

Hitoya: Good at it, but always loses to Jakurai. Tbh this'll never not get funny I looove dunking on him. I don't hate him tho I just find the rivarly funny

Yotsutsuji makes good cooffee, so he probably cooks well. Doesn't want to be a burden so he puts effort into cooking

Honobono: Feasts on the souls of the innocent with hellfire to wash it down.

Nemu's a canon good cook I'm pretty sure