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[icemde]

@quiiscnt asked : 💬+ you're in a throuple !!

❝ Um, excuse you. Loke and I have been in a proud relationship for years, Cana is just our mandatory lesbian best friend. Please correct yourself going forward.

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[shivariia]

「   RP MEME :  RANDOM DIALOGUE 2.0   」  / @lucisking

‘ what do you wish for? ’

" that a question could be answered so simply. "

IT WAS CLEARLY said in jest, but for every bit of laughter there was a shred of truth. she had wished for many things over the years, with her head turned skyward in hopes that her words would be heard above the inevitable din of prayers sent to metia & carried past the moon, into the heavens to be granted. of those wants, many had been repeated more than once. all, in fact, but her most childish, which she had abandoned hoping for fairly quickly in attempt to give her more serious prayers a chance to be permitted.

THERE WERE THOSEwho would say that sort of thought in & of itself was better suited for a child, but jill would allow herself this superstition.

" i don't think you will find a person in all of the twins who has a single, solitary wish. but, i will spare you the hours it would take to get through all of my own & limit myself to one. "

SILENCE REIGNED AS she turned her thoughts over in her head. what one thing would come close to encompassing several of her wishes all in one? for the blight to recede. for the war to end. for the safety of bearers. for the protection of her friends.

FOR FREEDOM FROM the curse.

" peace. "

THE WORD SLIPPED out before she had even realized she'd found her connection, but it was far from a surprise. she had been wishing for peace long before she'd entered the hideaway. long before the iron kingdom.

EVEN LONG BEFORE rosaria, during the zenith of a northern winter, watching her father suit up for battle. it was the closest she would get to an all––––encompassing desire. any other would be fleeting & frail if conflict continued to ravage their home, their lives & their futures.

" i would wish for peace. "

[t4tdanvis]

Dante eventually realizes it’s not that Zenix wants to hurt him it’s just the act that he likes the idea of.

The point of biting him isn’t to cause him pain, just to see him bleed and leave a mark.

one day gene is like "*points at a very suspiciously bite-shaped scab* uh. what happened there dante" and dante is just like "uhhhhhhhhhh i. uh. i. fell down... the stairs?"

[fictionkinfessions]

@ the recent eve kinnie

OMG HIIII IM SO HAPPY TO SEE SOMEONE ELSE FROM MY SOURCE!! 💖💞💕

- Kasumi Toyama fictive

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[zorkaya-moved]

"I'm so sorry to tell this to everyone, but if Kaveh draws me with a uniboob, he will die of Ligma in the next hour because that is the Archons curse 'pon him for messing up with divine beauty that is I. Make sure to tell him to never mess up with my boobs or he will die of ligma and sugma. As an Amurta scholar, I must make sure he will not go down such a terrible and tragic fate where he gets a disease that will be impossible to cure..."

[ellatoone7]

❄︎ Close Call ❄︎

Alexia's favourite girls series

You and Alexia have a scare on your way to Alba's

It was only a ten-minute drive to pick Isabella up from Alba’s. She had looked after her goddaughter for the night while you and Alexia celebrated your Anniversary. You had been fiddling around with the radio until you found a station that you liked when Alexia passed you the aux. You leaned over to kiss her cheek gratefully as you quickly threw on your playlist. Alexia’s hand was settled on your thigh while you stroked her forearm comfortingly. 

“I really needed that last night Ále, thank you baby.” Alexia bit her lips gently at the memory of her hips meeting yours repeatedly. It had been the first proper time since your daughter was born and she was nervous but so caring. You had wanted her to make love to you and that she did and God she did it well. You shifted in your seat trying to calm yourself down before you make her pull over and take you again. 

“You are not sore, you promise you’re okay?” She asked for the millionth time, and you squeezed her arm in reassurance, “Yes, I promise, I feel good, nearly too good so please stop looking at me like that.” She laughs loudly before taking your hand and kissing the back of it sweetly. “Echo de menos a mi niña.” Alexia confessed and you nodded hurriedly, completely understanding her and wanting to be back as a family as soon as possible. 

“I hope she’s awake.” Alexia huffed amusedly, “She is with Alba, she is going to be knocked out mi amor.” Alba claimed the fun aunt from the very start, and she had stuck to her word as she had gone and bought a countless number of toys for the 6-month-old who could not properly appreciate them. It was clear from the start that Alba was just as protective as her older sister and would do anything for her family and that had always included you and now her heart and soul Isabella.

You had no doubt that if anything was to happen to the both of you that your daughter would be taken care of. That was something you never had to think about until you saw a car barrelling towards you as you shouted Alexia’s name in pure fear. You think you might have blacked out for the next few minutes. The only thing you could feel was the strong beating of your heart as it raced in your chest. 

You were terrified to open your eyes, you may not be dead but if your wife was then you might as well be. You were so unbelievably unaware of your surroundings. The images tearing through your mind were crushing the air from your lungs. Your ears were ringing, and you didn’t feel or see any signs of life from the woman next to you. You were choking down a sob as your reality sank in. You were begging whoever could hear you for your wife to be okay not yet able to open your eyes. You felt your car door open and a familiar voice frantically calling your name.

Alexia’s hands were everywhere as she pulled you out of the car, thankfully unharmed as her eyes scoured your body. “Bebita! ¿Esta bien? What hurts? Are you okay?” Your body was overwhelmed at the sight of her in front of you that you didn’t register the fact that Alexia had managed to swerve completely out of the way and only bumped into the barrier at the side of the road. Alexia nearly ripped the car door off as she got to your side, pure terror spreading through her at how you were not responding to her. Her hands shook as they hovered over your face, and she was absolutely trembling at the lack of response from you. “¿Mi amor?” It came out as a broken sob and that’s what snapped you out of it. “Ále! I…Are you okay?” Alexia couldn’t even comprehend the relief that flooded her body as she cried. “Sí, sí, I’m fine. I was so worried! You weren’t answering me.” 

You collapsed into her, the absolute terror of what just happened knocked the wind from your lungs and you felt like she couldn’t breathe. “I love you.” Alexia’s handheld your head so gently as if any touch would harm you when it was the exact opposite. You gripped onto her so tight, “I love you, Ále I love you.” You chanted like your life depended on it. 

“Te amo, te amo, te amo, te amo mucho, mucho.” Alexia squeezed you, making sure you were actually alright. “Issy, Isabella, Mi niña pequenita. Necesito ver a nuestra nińa!” Alexia frantically ranted as she looked around panicked. “Ále…Alexia, look at me! We are fine, you made sure of that. You protected us, you did so good!” You stared up at her, making sure she knew and understood everything that you were telling her. Alexia took a deep breath as a paramedic came over to make sure the both of you were okay. Alexia also gave a statement to the police before calling Alba. 

Eli drove Alba and Isabella to where Alexia had told her to meet them. She had just about calmed down, her hands still shaking slightly at the thoughts of what could have happened if Alexia didn’t swerve. She looked back at the little girl snoozing away in her car seat and it felt like a hand had wrapped around her heart and squeezed. 

Alba was frantically tapping her leg, asking her Mami about a million questions to calm herself down. When they had arrived, she bolted out to throw herself into her sisters’ arms. Alexia held her just as tight, reassuring her that it was fine until Alba was out of her arms and into yours. “Issy?” Alexia asked before racing over to where her mother was standing with her daughter, “Mami, I…Issy, Te amo, te amo mucho.” Eli shushed her eldest as she pressed a kiss to her forehead before handing her Isabella. 

Alexia cried silently into her daughter’s shoulder, pressing soft kisses against her chubby cheeks. ‘Mi niña perfecta, mi princesa. Te amo bebita, te amo mucho.” She cooed holding her closer to her body as Issy blinked up at her, not understanding anything that was happening but grateful to see her mother. 

She nuzzled her little face into her neck, something that Alexia had not known she needed until her little girl had completely calmed her down. “Let’s go see Mama, sí.” You were surrounded by your family as Alba still clung onto you. You had always been such a huge figure in Alba’s life, and she loved you just as much as she loved her own sister. Eli as calm as ever was stroking your hair and making you smile just like she used to when you were younger.

Your eyes lit up when you saw your two girls. Alexia’s arm wrapped around you as she made sure you could see Isabella. “Hi, Is, are you sleepy? We need to get you home huh? I love you so much my darling.” Alexia kissed your forehead before inviting her mother and sister into the hug. 

It might not have been a serious accident and luckily you and Alexia were fine, but it was still terrifying and as you held your little girl closer to you, you couldn’t help but feel a new sense of appreciation for the life you built.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Snow Angel

Gwyane's Version

I'll angel in the snow until I'm worthy but if it kills me, I tried.

Gwyane's Version ❄ Daemon's Version ❄ Aegon's Version ❄ Aemond's Version ❄ Jacaerys' Version ❄ Cregan's Version ❄ Criston's Version

Gwayne Hightower x Reader | 700< | cw: fem!reader, servant!reader, angst, violence, blood, death, typos, etc.

A/N: renee rapp my beloved.

Frost was coming for your lips. You wouldn't be able to speak even if you tried. Your body was shaking; your clothes were muddy and torn.

It's ironic how it seems you would die in the filth after all the efforts you took to afford perfume, to rise in station, to reach him. And now look at you, you were bloody, beaten, and begrimed.

You flinch when you hear the dungeon doors open. You curl your knees deeper into your chest, fear causing your shivers to intensify. You barely have the energy to make out a word, but you do, for the sake of living, "please."

You hear a faint a voice. You force yourself to look up when you recognize it.

Gwayne looks at you, crouching down as he holds onto the bars of your cell. He calls out your name, and you feel yourself grow nauseous. He reaches out a hand to you, beckoning you over. You do not go to him. You do not wish to soil him. You do not want him to see you like this.

"Darling," he urges with his palm, "come to me."

You shake your head rapidly.

Gwayne gulps, waiting for you to change your mind. You don't. He grips the bars and clenches his jaw, "my father spoke to you."

You feel a chill run down your spine.

"What did he say?" he asks, as if he didn't know exactly what his father wanted from you. Still, he waits a response, to no avail. He sighs, "did he ask you to confess?"

Confess? There was nothing to confess. You were wrongfully sentenced and tortured. For what? Even now, you did not know.

The man feels his body tighten at the silence. He chews his lip before asking, "do you trust me?"

You turn to him, eyes watering.

If he professed the sky was red in the morn and yellow in the night, you would believe him. The things you did all to become Lady Alicent's handmaid, to be near him, to please him, to have him... you nod your head.

Gwayne stands, eyes still on your pitiful figure, "when my father returns, he will make you plead guilty. I want you to admit to it."

Your face drops.

"He would not hurt you. He will lose me if he does... he cannot lose his heir."

Your body was too weak to weep. You simply stare at him as your insides corrode.

"Will you do it?" he asks, tilting his head.

You turn to your knees. You watch them tremble. It's not like you had a choice. You shudder as a chill ripples through your body. You nod your head, curling into yourself.

He gulps at the sight of you. A line forms in his brow, "it will not be long... I will free you, I swear it."

He does. Everything he says comes to pass. Otto Hightower returns, face grave as ever. He asks if you will confess, and without missing a beat, you nod. Without another word, he releases you, and you are dragged out of your cell. You have to be taken by the arm to stay upright, too weak to do so on your own.

You flinch at the daylight, and though your eyes were irritated, you were relieved to see it. Otto, who walked before you, stops, sequentially turning to the guard escorting you. You are pulled back.

He walks forward, and your realize Gwayne is speaking to him.

Without warning, you are winded. A body numbing pain rips into your gut and you are no longer cold. Suddenly, you are incredibly warm; you feel it gushing down your belly. The guard withdraws his blade, wiping it on his sleeve before sheathing it.

It takes you dropping to the floor for Gwayne realize what's happened. His is too shocked to act at first. He reels back before dropping to his knees to cradle you.

He glares at his father, "did you have to kill her?!"

"She confessed to the crime. The sentence is death."

"She only confessed because-"

"She confessed."

Gwayne rocks you, eyes watering, "you told me I could keep her."

"You intended to marry he-"

"I DID NOT!" he snaps, turning to his father with a face of fury, "I would have kept her my servant, my maid..."

You manage to brush hand on his shoulder. He looks back at you.

"But she would be m-" he does not continue his words as he watches your eyes close.

[minniesmutt]

❄︎ ━━━━━━ 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲

❄︎ ━━━ PAIRING: SEUNGMIN X READER  ❄︎ ━━━ CW: DOM!SEUNGMIN, SUB!READER, MASTER!SEUNGMIN, PUPPY!READER, PET PLAY, BONDAGE/SHIBARI, SIR KINK, HOLE/CLIT INSPECTION, DEGRADING/PRAISE, CLIT SLAPPING, UNPROTECTED SEX, CREAMPIES [2[, PET/DEGRADING NAMES (BUB[S], PUP/PUPPY, MUTT), COLLAR + LEASH,  TRAFFIC LIGHT SYSTEM, ORAL (M. REC), DEEPTHROATING, CHOKING, PUBIC HAIR MENTIONS, BEGGING, COCK WARMING, EDGING, ALLUDES TO AFTERCARE ❄︎ ━━━ WC: 2K ❄︎ ━━━ NOTE:  ❄︎ ━━━ 18+ work!! minors and ageless/blank blogs DNI! you will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog

     Seungmin made it look easy. Granted, Y/n had never actually watched her boyfriend wrap her body in rope. But it seemed like an easy task!

     She had watched a few videos before attempting it. Finding Seungmin’s stash of bondage rope, she stripped down and sat on their bed. Unraveling the rope and pulling and replaying the tutorial, messing up steps, and having to restart the damn thing all over again.

     Around the fifth or sixth time of trying to wrap herself up, she kind of succeeded. Not in the way she wanted which frustrated her. But now she was frustrated and got herself tied in a knot damn near.

     Y/n let out a frustrated groan before trying to untie the knots— she didn’t know how she did it. Trying to pull one end from another. Losing her hold on the rope or not managing to get a good grip to pull it apart. She groaned with frustration each time before her apartment door unlocked. Y/n froze and looked up towards the bedroom door.

     “You home bubs?” Seungmin called into the apartment. 

     Y/n got to work quicker. Trying to undo the knots before her boyfriend got into the room.

     “Bubs?” Seungmin called again as he made his way to their bedroom.

     Seungmin opened the door to their bedroom to the sight before him. His girlfriend was all tied up in rope, trying to get free. He looked over her body before his eyes landed on hers. Silently pleading for him to help her.

     “Get yourself stuck puppy?” Seungmin asked, dropping his bag and walking over to the bed, not trying to hide his smile

     “Wanted to surprise you…” Y/n told him as he got to their bed.

     “You did surprise me pup,” Seungmin reassured her and cupped her cheeks.

     “I did?” Y/n asked

     “Yes, puppy. Not every day I expect to come home and find you all tied up and easy for me to use.”

     Y/n yelped as he pushed her onto her back, pulling her to the edge of the bed. “Didn’t grab anything else?”

     “No sir, just rope.”

     Seungmin smiled and moved away from her, returning a few moments later. Fixing her collar around her neck and ears on her head. Seungmin smiled and ruffled her hair. 

     “Stupid little puppy,” Seungmin smiled.

     Glancing down at her exposed hole. Her lips glistened with her slick. 

     “Did you touch yourself too?” Seungmin asked, running his fingers through her folds

     “No sir,” Y/n shook her head 

     Seungmin hummed in response. Pushing two fingers inside of her. Seeing if she had fingered herself before he came home. Y/n let out a small whine as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of her. “Get this wet from trying to tie yourself up?”

     “Yes sir,” Y/n answered

     Seungmin pulled his fingers out of her and moved his thumb to graze over her clit. Ran his thumb back and forth on the bud just as slowly as he was pumping his fingers in and out of her.

     “Help Sir…”

     “Help with what? Use your words.”

     “Help with the ropes, Sir,” Y/n whined

     “Wanna get out of your little mess?” Seungmin asked, slowly pulling himself off of his pants so she didn't notice 

     “Yes, please. Want out of my mess sir,” Y/n whined

     “Alright, pup. Let me help you.”

     Seungmin pressed down more on her clit and slipped his cock inside her hole. Y/n moaned as he stretched her out, “Sir.”

     “Just helping you out pup,” Seungmin smiled down at her, “Gotta help you remember the rules while I’m at it.”

     There it was. Seungmin was a master at giving her a false sense of hope when it came to the bedroom.

     “Tell me the rules pup,” Seungmin told her and started thrusting in and out of her

     “Don’t touch sir’s toys,” Y/n whined as he grabbed onto a piece of the rope.

     “What other rule did you break?” Seungmin asked, rubbing her clit a little faster than he was before

     “Don’t get on the bed… without sir’s permission.” 

     “Good girl,” Seungmin pulled out of her and away from her clit, just to slap her clit a few times with the tip of his cock.

     Y/n arched her back up before he pushed her back down on the bed and slammed back into her. 

     “Haven’t forgotten your training, have you?”

     “No sir.” 

     Slowly Seungmin started pulling the knot apart. Getting her untangled all while still thrusting into her. Y/n felt her little self prison being loosened little by little. Eventually, she was just lying on the rope under her. 

     “Thank you, sir,” Y/n whined as he delivered a hard thrust into her. 

     “Good manners, mutt,” Seungmin spread her legs open, leaning forward a bit as he bullied himself into her. 

     Keeping a grip on her thighs as she tried to close them. “Sir,” Y/n whined, gripping their bed sheets

     “Use your words, puppy,” Seungmin growled

     “Wanna cum, please,” Y/n begged as her walls clenched around him

     “No pup.”

     “Please, Sir! I’ll be a good puppy. Just wanna cum!”

     Seungmin landed a slap on the inside of her thigh, making her jump. “Punishment pup. Broke two rules. Don't get to cum.”

     “Pleasepleaseplease.”

     Seungmin moved to hold onto her throat, stopping her begging. “Said no mutt. You don't get to cum till I say so. Just get to hold mine,” Seungmin groaned as he pushed in hard one last time and she felt his warm seed fill her up.

     She looked up at him with bleeding eyes as her walls milked him. After a couple of moments, he pulled his hand away from her neck and stood straight. Pulling himself out of her and watching some of his cum drip out of her. He pushed it back in with two fingers.

     “On your knees pup,” Seungmin instructed as he pulled his fingers out of her. 

    Y/n slowly got on the ground and sat on her knees in front of him, looking up and waiting. “Clean up.”

     Y/n leaned forward and opened her mouth. Maneuvering his soft dick into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around him and ran her tongue around him. 

   Seungmin grabbed the back of her head and pushed himself down her throat. Y/n moaned around his cock as her nose hit his pubic hair. Seungmin kept her there for a moment, getting harder in her throat then pulled her off. Y/n coughed and caught her breath as he tilted her head back to look up at him. 

     “Good job,” He kissed her lips which Y/n gladly responded to. Not noticing him reaching behind her for the rope till he pulled away and tucked himself back in his pants she saw it

     “Color?” Seungmin asked

     “Green,” Y/n answered 

     Slowly, Seungmin started properly wrapping her body in the rope. Making sure everything sat right on her and didn’t hurt.

     “There you go pup. Got your harness on,” Seungmin smiled, “Living room.”

     Y/n went to stand up only for him to push her down and tsk at her. He walked off for a moment and came back just to attach a leash to her collar and pull her onto her hands and knees. “Come on mutt.”

     Y/n crawled out of the room behind him on her leash into the living room. Seungmin led her over to the couch and sat down her at the foot of it, telling her to stay put. Wrapping the leash around the coffee table and walking off. Just leaving her next to the couch to do his own thing. 

     Y/n sat there on her hands and knees waiting. Seungmin came back after a few minutes and sat on the couch next to her. Smiling as he turned on the TV. Hearing the sound of an announcer, she knew his baseball game was tonight. 

    Going about everything like a normal night. Instead of cuddling up on the couch with him, he had her on a leash and the ground. 

     Seungmin glanced at her every few seconds to check on her. Smiling at how much of a good girl he had. 

     “Come here pup,” He said as he leaned down and unclipped her leash. 

     Y/n crawled over and sat in front of him. “Lap pup.” Seungmin chuckled

     Y/n climbed up onto his lap, straddling him. “Been so good for me,” Seungmin smiled and cupped her face, “Turn around.”

     Y/n got up and turned around. Seungmin pulled his cock out of his sweats again and gently guided her down to sit on him. Y/n moaned as he was fully inside her. Seungmin pulled her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her.

     “Keep sir’s cock warm till he’s ready to use you again, okay?” Seungmin said behind her.

     “Yes, sir.” Y/n nodded

     Y/n relaxed into him, leaning back into his warmth. The idol rested his chin on her shoulder, watching his game. And opting to have a little fun with his girlfriend. His fingers ghosted her clit a couple of times. Her slight movements kept him entertained more than his game. 

     Pressing harder on her clit and rubbing circles while she tried not to move or make a noise. But none of her whimpers escaped his ears. Seungmin pressed on, bringing her close to the edge before pulling her orgasm from her. Only picking up the movements again when she was relaxed against him. Enjoying the whines as he edged her a few more times and then flipped their position. Pushing her face first on the couch. Ass up in their air as he plunged into her.

     Y/n moaned into the cushions as Seungmin picked up his pace from the bedroom. One hand held her down while the other grabbed onto the armrest of the sofa, leaning over her.

     His hips slammed into her ass while she moaned under. Being held completely still while he just used her hole. Bullying his cock into her till he hit that one spot inside of her and made her brain go blank. “Right there,” Seungmin chuckled as he adjusted and slammed his cock head into the spot again.

     He moved his hand from the back of her head to the bondage harness. Pulling her up, telling her to put her hands on the armrest. Y/n held herself up as one of his hands moved to hold her waist while the other went under her. Seungmin’s fingers found her clit again and rubbed quick circles along it while he kept aiming for her g-spot. 

     “Fuck,” Y/n whined. Between his previous edging and this, her orgasm was approaching it’s peak very quickly

     “Gonna cum for sir, puppy?” Seungmin grunted behind her

     “Yes sir! Please let me cum!” Y/n yelled into the room

     Seungmin said nothing but picked up the pace with his fingers. Rubbing her faster while he walls pulsed around him. Her begs filling up his ears. “Go ahead pup.”

     Y/n shook as her orgasm finally hit. Losing her place on the armrest to lay back down on the couch as she rode her orgasm out. Seungmin grabbed both her arms and held them against her back as he continued pounding into her. Walls tight around him but it didn’t stop him. Going as fast as he could to his own orgasm again before he was filling her up. 

     “There we go,” Seungmin groaned as he stilled inside her. Letting her sensitive walls milk him as she started coming down from her high.

     “Thank you sir,” Y/n whimpered as she turned her head to the side.

     “You’re welcome pup,” Seungmin replied as he finally pulled out.

     Y/n whined at the loss of his cock while Seungmin started unwrapping her bindings to get them both cleaned up.

     “Did a good job pup.” Seungmin said as he pulled her up and pecked her lips, “Let’s go get clean now.

     “Want more.”

     “Later.” Seungmin promised.

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[squidd325]

Hi, I want to ask do you have any headcanon about how Fang date boboiboy 's element?

Oh, absolutely! Thank you for asking, be prepared in advance for a 100-page essay though >:D /j

To me, Fang and BoBoiBoy have a chill, playful dynamic with each other. 

I personally like the initial direction of the Original series that BoBoiBoy and his elements are the same person, the only difference is the core personality that shapes into which element. 

Galaxy is still relevant but more in terms of world-building and less about characterization is my most preferred take :>

⚡ With Halilintar:

As Halilintar represents anger and Fang has a lot of pride, I feel they’re the easiest to provoke each other, either playfully or consequently leading to a fight (at the end of the day, they’d just show off their powers and act cool about it).

They’d have solo training sessions somewhere devoid of people, that’s the kind of ‘ideal’ date for them.

🌪 With Taufan:

Taufan embodies the desire to be free and out with the world. Fang fought for his autonomy at the end of Season 3 Original. I feel they’d be able to empathize with each other a lot.

Taufan loves the sky and space, perhaps he’d tag along with Fang on space missions, watching the stars through the window while Fang is driving, just the two of them in the monitor room is enough for a ‘date’.

⛰ With Gempa:

Fang and Gempa are very grounded in their duties, responsibility and diligence are qualities both possess. 

They’d bond over midnight coffee and piles of paperwork, while jokingly telling each other that this is like a date.

It is, isn't it?

🔥 With Blaze:

Whenever they find each other in the same room, Fang would know BoBoiBoy is distressed about something, and Blaze would want to spend time with him.

And spend time they do. Soccer, basketball, any physical activities,... you name it. Only that Blaze gets over-excited at times and may or may not accidentally damage something(s) and/or place(s)...

In the end, Fang just invites him out for ice cream instead.

❄ With Ais:

Ais has that “don’t care” attitude that tests Fang’s patience more times than not. This BoBoiBoy handles emotions by pushing them away and Fang would call him out for that.

Yet, Fang gets overwhelmed sometimes. Ais would just silently motion Fang to join in his activity, which is to lie down and do nothing. None says a word and it can be perfectly kept that way.

🌵 With Duri:

Duri wasn’t explored thoroughly in the Original Series, so I can’t exactly tell what he represents. I like to think he holds a mischievous strike though, it’s part of his childlike personality and aligns with BoBoiBoy’s whole person.

Duri would prank Fang to no end. And as annoyed as Fang is, he isn’t unfamiliar with pettiness. They’d pull all sorts of tricks until one gets tired and calls it quits. Then it’ll just be a pleasant afternoon where they tend to the garden together. That’s dating for them, I suppose.

☀️ With Solar:

Goodness, they contrast each other to the core. Light and dark, contradicting yet complimenting one another. Solar is always eager to show off his wits, and Fang never goes down without a fight (when it comes to BoBoiBoy, that is).

In every library that exists, there are THEM. The library at school, in space, on another planet, etc. I imagine them going through every book, competing to see who understands the subject most.

No books could tell them how actual dating works though. Still on the right track, imma tell ya...

[icemde]

@biisutoarm asked : if i knew what was going on, i would have stepped in.

GRAY NEVER UNDERSTOOD WHY IT WAS SO HARD FOR PEOPLE TO LEAVE HIM ALONE. like, he gets it, fairy tail is the biggest guild in the continent, and everyone just had to talk to the fairy tail wizard. and yes, most people get the hint after he gives them a less than friendly look to get lost, but sometimes, some people just can't read the signs and just will not. leave. him. alone.

WHICH IS HOW HE ENDED UP WITH TWO MEN FROZEN IN A WALL OF ICE IN FRONT OF HIM. gray is fully aware he should be more conscious of the guilds reputation, but reputation be damned he had enough of being harassed by these guys for the last two bars trying to get him to set up dates with some of the girls in the guild ( like that was something he could do ). the ice mage hadn't even noticed elfman follow him from the last bar, only noticing the middle strauss when he approached gray in the aftermath. a shrug was all he could give at the other's comment, gaze never fully leaving the two guys he had trapped in place.

❝ it's fine elfman. just a couple of idiots who don't understand the words ' go away ' all that well. besides, we don't need both of us making a bad name for the guild, now do we ??

[burnedwriter]

What type of lovers they are pt1.

A/n:i will be taking a small break and creating pt 2 so stay tuned!,i will step away from tumblr bc these last 2 days have been rough 2 of my posts have been community labelled,its only the dottore ones which makes me think that there is a hater out there that is reporting me,plz if you dont like my posts just scroll its not that hard

Warnings:smut,gentle s*x(kazuha),petnames(kazuha,kaeya),semipublic(kaeya),cockwarming(kaeya)breeding(childe),rough s*x(childe),breeding king,!afab reader

A,/n:im not responsible for what people read

🍁Kazuha

🍁kazuha is a romantic lover.He would write poems for you when he leaves for his travels,so you wont miss his presence while hes away.

🍁he will bring you small gifts and flowers from the places he has visited back home to you.

🍁if you really want to join him to his travels,though hesitant at first since hes concerned for your safety but he will accept you to join him.He cant say no when you look at him with those puppy eyes plus you wanted your life to become interesting than the boring one you are living right now.

nsfw

🍁hes really gentle with you showering you with kisses as hes exploring every inch of your body.He has memoriesed what you like and hat you dont during your time and knows exactly what to do to make you weak for him.

🍁he uses you as his muse and has wrote many poems about you,he will read them when he is alone so he can never forget your beauty.

🍁hes really gentle with you and will not be rough until you tell him to even then he would ask you if you are alright or need him to stop

🍁outdoors sex is very common for the both of you,you would usually go to picknicks far away from civilazation,and one thing always leads to another and now hes on top of you.

‘‘zuzu’‘you moaned as kazuha rolled his hips in a lazy pace

‘‘you are doing amazing my muse,let me hear your voice’‘kazuha praised you,continuing his slow pace

it was true this place was far away from any city in inazuma,you didnt have to wory about your moans being too loud because now it was only you and him

‘‘please zuzu,can you go faster~’‘you whined getting impatient from his gentle pace

‘‘anything for you my muse’‘

❄Kaeya

❄Due to his work being the calvary captain,hes constantly busy but that doesnt mean he doesnt invite you to his office and keep him company while hes doing his paper work

❄he will set up dates to make up for it though it would usually be at the tavern,both of you will drink and have fun

❄he has opened up about his childhood,talking about the big fight between him and diluc and how it affected him both physicly and mentally over the years.You are the only one that has seen whats under the eyepatch and what his eye looks like from that day

nsfw

❄he loves teasing you all the time,whispering dirty things in your ear before leaving for work,making you wanting more.He loves seeing you desperate for him to touch you.

❄Quickies are very common between the 2 of you,as i said before hes a very busy person due to his work,but he will try to make time so you can both take your time and enjoy it

❄he loves fucking you in his office.The feeling of getting caught turns him on.

‘‘kaeya we are going to get caught’‘you whispered

his hand on your hips keeping you from squarming on his lap as he continued his conversation with jean like you werent sitting on his cock,you tried your best not to loose your mind,wanting to move your hips to get some friction.

‘‘are you ok?’‘Jean asked concerned as she saw your face  turn red as a tomato.

‘‘yeah im fine,dont worry about me Jean’‘you replied cearing your throat trying not to look suspicious

‘‘are you sure  sweetheart?~’‘he teased you,a small smirk started to appear at the corner of his mouth.

You bit your buttom lip trying to capture any monas that might escape from your lips as kaeya tried to readjust his position,his cock brushing off of your sweetspot.

‘‘wont bother you anymore,please take some rest’‘Jean said to you before getting up from her seat and walked towards the door,leaving the room.

Waiting for her to be far away from kaeya’s office,as you finally got to move,you started moving up and down his cock.Kaeya leaned back and spread his legs, you were able to use them to balance yourself

‘‘ang~,you are an impatient little thing arent you’‘‘he groan as you continued to bounce up and down chasing your orgasm.

‘‘fuck~kaeya~’‘you let out a low moan trying not to attact any attention from the guards

‘‘you are doing amazing sweetheart,let me help you a bit’‘he said holding your hips firmly fastening up your pace.

‘‘im close~’‘

With one last bounce,you felt your walls squeezed his cock practicly milking him as you finally achieved your long awaited climax.

🐋tartaglia/childe

🐋ajax is  a loyal lover

🐋he has discussed with you from the start that he wants to start a big family just like his and he would spoil them with his harbinger money 100%

🐋He doesnt want you to get involved with his work,since he doesnt want you to get hurt or even worst...get killed he cares so much about you it would absoloutly break him if something ever happened to you and wont stop blaming himself about not being able to protect you.

🐋Just like kazuha he brings you gift from the places he travels but th difference is that its expensive or exclusive jewelry he would find in nations

nsfw

🐋When it comes to fucking you,hes rough.This man thinks the bedroom is also a battlefield.Prepare to wake up the next morning with bruses and hickeys all over your body.

🐋Speaking of hickeys he will leave them to places that are visible such as your neck and/or collarbone to show who you belong to.He would also leave some hickeys in places only he can see like your inner things and chest.

🐋This man has a breeding kink,you cant tell me he doesnt.He want you to start a family together afterall and he will make sure to fill you up to the brim.

‘‘fuck your cunt is milking my cock’‘he groaned loudly as he fucked you mercilesly

your legs pressed at the either sides of your head as you laid back on his chest,with this position he was able to reach deeper than the previous ones.

‘‘Ah~Ajax~’‘you whimpered throwing your head back on his shoulder

‘‘fuck im close, i w-want you to take to take every ast bit of my cum ~’‘he breathed out not stopping his brutal pace.

‘‘Ah~,YES YES!’‘you screamed,holding onto the bedsheets for dear life as you feel your eyes rolling at the back of your head.Both of you reaching your climax,you could feel his seed insideyou filling you up

‘‘i wont pull out until i know you are full’‘

[t4tdanvis]

Diaries Michi has so much potential actually.

She's just too shitty in just a terribly written way.

It's honestly really weird that they made a poc,, that.

Not to mention the SA,,,

Honestly Let's look at the evil mcd girls

Michi, Sasha, Ivy and Lillian.

We don't know much about Lillian. She's a mystery. Does she want to be ok Zane's side? Why is she doing what she does? She lacks screentime but it makes her all the more intriguing in a way. She's so mysterious that you just want to know more about her. I just wanted to mention her I don't have much to say about her.

Sasha is honestly very tragic and very redeemable. Someone tricked by magic. And she still has some goodness in her. She does kill people yes, a lot. But she still has some goodness, or atleast loyalty. She believes all her friends left her to die. And then was taken in by the shadowknights, so ofcourse she's going to be loyal to them. However, despite this. When she believed Aphmau left Laurance to die she stood up for him, saying that even if he did that to her he didn't deserve it. And she was fine with Kenmur moving on and marrying Emmalyn. Wanting him to be happy. She's very loyal. She cares a lot about the other shadowknights, upset when Zenix killed them.

I could fix her.

Now we have Ivy, simple but interesting.

She has no tragic backstory. She is just who she is. She has no sense of loyalty at all. She doesn't care who she serves. She joined the jury for power and glory. And she left no problem during the gap between season 1 and season 2. She is women's wrongs. Compared to Sasha she has absolutely no sense of loyalty. Her actions are purely self serving and I adore how it foils Sasha. Her actions are evil, but she has a goal and reason.

And michi, michi has a sad backstory in minecraft diaries. And her direction is so weird.

But she COULD continue the pattern here, honestly. The thing in between Sasha and Ivy; someone who is both tragic and selfish because of that. To make sure she doesn't have to go through that again.

Like there is interesting stuff there underneath the, all that. I would not add the slave trading and human trafficking at all but like- let me just unpack it.

She was human trafficked? Traded. Imprisoned throughout a huge part of her like. And her unlikeable personality made the werewolves not want her to marry their leader. What if she like, started acting like that in order to save herself y'know? She's someone who had to rely on herself. And then she gets innocent people to save herself, to make sure she doesn't have to go through that again.

That part of her, that is what has potential. Flawed but reasonable. Selfish but not mercilessly cruel.

The way they went about her sucks. Making a poc a slave trader? Wtf? The inplied SA was so unnecessary and weird.

She was also human trafficked herself? And now she does it to others? That's so weird to do??

But like- there was potential there.

did i leave this in my inbox for a million years bc i am terrible at responding to asks that clearly have Thought put into them (bc i have no thoughts in my head at all times) and am i the Worst Person Ever? yes. yes i did. and i am. but ANYWAYS

i really love this ask AUGHHHHHH ur so smart and idk what to add to it!!! ur analysis of characters is always so fucking i fucking LOVE it i am eating it

i do agree that michi has SO much potential but then just. flopped. she couldve been so cool but then jesson fucked it up for no reason 😭

in my rewrite im not 100% sure what im going to do with her - i dont want to completely remove the horrible things shes done, but also i dont want her to suck (writing wise) as much as she does in canon. there is so much potential there and i am hmmmmmm considering how i can fix her

[fictionkinfessions]

@ obscure video game anon

#❄🧟‍♀️❔ anon here! despite the popularity, I haven't found a single Bandori kin on this page surprisingly! it's kinda odd...

Kasumi Toyama (Bandori/BanG Dream! Girls Band Party) fictive!

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[rosileeduckie]

Mean, but Sweet

After all this, I don't know, the naughty list doesn't seem so bad...

Patton can be very mean, if it makes someone else happy 😈💙

Potential warnings: none. Sanders Sides, Janus/Patton tickle fic.

A Squealing Santa Christmas gift for @trashyswitch! Hoping it's worth the wait, and wishing you the happiest new year! 😊😘 Thanks so so so much @squealing-santa Hypah our hero for hosting this year!! Lots of love for everyone who participated; congrats everybody!! ❤❄

Word count: 6,406

~*~

There’s something very attractive about winter. The season is uniquely deep and dark, and Janus can’t help but thrive when there are shadows aplenty, easy to hide in and hide things in. A societal expectation to make nice with everyone also leads to the hilarious sight of people performing their “best life” routine by lying through smiling teeth and juggling a million more responsibilities that, no, they definitely don’t need help with. What could he say, it all made Janus feel very at ease, in the presence of deceit wrapped in pretty paper.

But, then, he wasn’t so cynical this year. He blamed his cohorts for melting his too-small heart over the course of the year to the point where he could now appreciate the whimsy that twinkling fairy lights give to a chilly winter evening. Still dark, but warm, too.

Metaphorically and literally warm–it was not quite a winter wonderland outside the house. Still, the lower temperature and earlier sunset and merry decorations and seasonal flavors in Janus’ mug and the obnoxiously patterned and colored sweater on his body really did make it feel like Christmas. Certainly, the Mind Palace could have been nestled in a snow globe setting if the Sides so desired, but they were partial to their host’s house in Florida. It wasn’t a white Christmas, but it was cozy and homey and–Janus could begrudgingly admit–nice.

Janus was skillfully juggling two mugs as he walked into the living room. In one hand, he carried a peppermint mocha in a plain red vessel, simple and hot. In the other hand, he held a mug covered with scenes of snowmen decorating a pine tree with little birds. The contents of that mug were just as extravagant and sweet: gingerbread spiced hot cocoa completely obscured beneath a layer of marshmallows, whipped cream, and sprinkles.

When Janus set the dessert in a cup on the coffee table, Patton looked up and smiled, his eyes really sparkling under the lights of the room’s opulent tree beside which he sat. The mug was just the newest addition to Patton’s station at the coffee table. Before him were a few sheets of notebook paper, a quill and ink, and a desk lamp and extension cord, which Janus stepped carefully over to sit on the couch just behind Patton.

“Aw, Janus!” Patton beamed, setting down his quill to reach for the mug. “Thank you!”

Even if the gap was seeming to narrow these days, Janus couldn’t help but marvel at how different he and Patton were sometimes. What an easy but incredible show of trust; any of the other Sides would have asked Janus what he wanted in return for such a thoughtful and good deed. (He would have answered “nothing,” but whether or not that was true, who could say?) “Not a problem,” Janus replied, taking a sip of his own drink. “How’s the naughty list looking this year?”

Patton giggled. He had a mustache of sweet fluff on his lip as he set down his mug and drew his quill. “Oh, I can’t say about that. But I do know Santa will have lots of ideas as to what to get you kids if you DO stay on the nice list.” He dipped the quill tip in his inkwell, humming with an audible grin. “Of course, I can’t imagine why you WOULDN’T be on the nice list…”

Janus crossed one leg over his knee and tapped his foot in a subtle but delighted rhythm. “Patton, lying at this time of year?” he tutted. “That nice list is slippery, you know. And lying around me, no less.” Janus leaned forward enough that the hissing chuckle that spread his lips into a smile could tickle Patton’s ear. “Is that my Christmas present?”

Ducking out of reach with a snort, Patton replied, “It’s not lying if I believe you all deserve the best gifts.” He turned to give Janus a boop on the nose with the fluffy end of his quill. “And it’s NOT the gift I have written down, I’ll have you know.”

For a moment, Janus’ eyes caught on the feather–a beautiful thing of blue and iridescent greens and purples that felt as soft as it looked–but curiosity shook him free, and he looked past the writing tool, blurring the beautiful colors as he focused his gaze on the page of just-dry ink. “It’s not?”

“Hey now!” Patton threw out his arm and leaned to one side so as to block Janus’ view. “No peeking!”

Undeterred, Janus didn’t fall back, just snickered and looked at Patton levelly. “What? I hardly need to know what you think I need for gifts.” He rested his chin in his hand, batting his eyelashes and tapping his cheek with his index finger. “But, say, what if I need ideas for our gift swap with the others? You know how hard Logan is to buy for.” (Untrue; Logan wasn’t hard to buy for, just irritatingly specific, which took out all the fun of surprising someone with their gift. Janus did love a good surprise.)

Eyes narrowed, Patton considered this before shaking his head and turning back to his makeshift desk. “No peeking,” he reiterated firmly. “Sensitive information here, for no one’s eyes but Mr Claus himself.” He paused, musing, then smiled. “Or his secretary. He is a busy guy.”

Janus nodded with a humoring hum. He sipped his coffee, nonchalantly scooting on the couch to be closer to Patton. If the scribe noted the movement, he didn’t mind, even leaning back against Janus’ calf and continuing to write. Janus waited a moment, then another, letting Patton’s guard slowly fall. The snake was hardly invested in letters to Santa Claus, but he did enjoy teasing and getting a rise out of Patton. And, who knows, maybe Janus would end up with someone with a scant wish-list and need a gift idea or two to fall back on. When the air felt calm enough to chance it, Janus leaned forward to peek over Patton’s shoulder.

Quick as a cobra, Patton had whirled around, brandishing his feather quill at Janus. “AH!” he admonished, tipping his head to one side and flashing a warning smile. “You better watch out.”

“You better not cry,” Janus replied with a smirk, leaning back a bit with his hands and mug raised placatingly. “Or what, Patton dear?”

Patton’s lower lip puffed out thoughtfully, and he hummed, clicking his tongue a few times. Janus waited, eyebrows raised and lips crookedly elevated. Then, Patton’s scrunched up thinking face relaxed before brightening into a big smile. He didn’t answer Janus’ question, just turned back to his list. Moreover, he didn’t move away but stayed close enough to be leaned up against Janus’ leg and, potentially, surely, observed by Janus’ looming eyes. The risk was worth the reward, and it would have been punishment to both of them to move apart. (It was nature for a Side, however deeply buried; even the prickliest of them liked company and a cuddle. And pushing their luck.)

Janus took a long sip from his drink and sighed, opening his mouth exaggeratedly wide both because it felt nice and because it tended to freak out any Sides who saw. He leaned forward, reaching purposely past Patton to set down his mug on the far side of the coffee table, securing for himself the perfect view of Patton’s cursive scrawl as well as the ideal perch to view it from, his chin resting upon the soft sweater fabric of Patton’s shoulder. Actually, it was cozy enough there, warm and soothing to the tune of Patton’s breathing and humming, and hard enough to read Patton’s handwriting from that distance, that Janus was content to close his eyes and not even try to peek. So he jumped a little, blinking in confusion, when Patton spoke again, but not quite to his current companion.

“‘And what do I ask of you dear Janus? Well, Santa, that’s quite simple. For my dear Janus, I want him to get the biggest and best–’” Patton paused, striking through the last word of his dictation with a flourish. “‘–the WORSE lee mood for Christmas.’”

Patton glanced sideways at him and smiled when Janus snickered. His head bobbed a bit atop the pleased wiggle that shook Patton’s shoulders. It wasn’t exactly a difficult thing to ask for for Christmas. The Sides, different as they could be, could all find fun in being tickled or making someone else laugh, so moods longing for one or the other were not uncommon. Sure, Virgil was more likely to be yearning for an onslaught of gentle belly tickles, whereas Remus would be more often found with fingers twitching in hopes of digging up screams from between someone’s ribs, and Logan could slide back and forth along that scale in a second. But still, it was a safe bet that someone in the Mind Palace was hoping to be or happy to be tickled. Because even if, somehow, no one was actively in a lee mood, one could pretty easily be teased out. Janus fell in the middle of the chaos, fluid like Logan in the part he was ready to play–tickle monster or squealing victim–and not one to be easily teased into a mood–not to be knocked over with a feather, so to say. Sure, seeing Patton twirl his feather quill thoughtfully and being actively threatened with a lee mood–not even being tickled, just infected with the desire to be–may have flustered Janus well enough, but he was cozy enough where he sat to weather the attack. So he only smiled, smug, closing his eyes and staying cuddled up, however awkwardly leaning, up against Patton’s shoulder.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so trusting.

“‘The kind of lee mood that makes you feel so warm and giddy and fuzzy,’” Patton went on, and Janus could hear the big smile around his words, “‘like just thinking about being tickled makes you feel tinsel between your toes and snowflake soft feathers on your belly. I want him to be so happy and flustered that he can only giggle and hiss and do that cute thing where he shakes his legs and taps his feet.’”

They didn’t live in a place with snowy winters, but Janus felt a phrase often used in that region come to mind: deceptively sunny. It was the scenario when one looked out the window to marvel at a beautiful winter landscape, blanketed in crystalline snow and brilliant beneath a crisp blue sky and bright sun, only to step outside and take in a breath that felt like a crackling snap in the lungs. Sunny, but cold. That was Patton. Warm, friendly, happy, but, just beneath, positively wicked. Freezing cold and sharp under a pretty sun, a hot spiced drink under sweet white fluff. Janus felt his stomach turn, swoop like at the drop in a roller-coaster, and burst with a blizzard of butterflies. He couldn’t look away from Patton’s quill as it bobbed, scrawling teases into paper that Janus was suddenly jealous of. Okay, maybe he was easier to tease a mood from than he cared to admit.

And perhaps Patton could read his mind, because he conveniently exclaimed, “‘Oh, and teases! Yes! He needs to get all the teases that make his cheeks go red and his scales change color!’”

Janus’ scales were certainly not doing anything of the sort when Patton paused in writing. He pursed his lips, smiled, and jumped back into his letter.

“‘And, you know, I think this mood’s gotta last until Christmas day, so maybe you can send him some tickly dreams in the meantime, too! Maybe twelve days of them would be fitting?’” Patton’s tongue poked between his top and bottom teeth as he giggled. He cleared his throat, donning a more serious face for continuing his letter to Santa. “‘If that’s too much, don’t worry about it; I’d be happy to take some of the work off your hands. I’m actually writing this letter to you with a beautiful feather quill I got for my birthday–Roman said he just knew I’d get a kick out of being fancy while writing letters. But it’s a beautiful plume, my favorite kind of teal blue and so soft to the touch.’”

‘Writing’ was a stretch; Patton wasn’t even touching the pen to the paper anymore, just twirling the pretty thing between his fingers. It was as long as a hand, with the non-writing end fanning out into a subtle fluffy curl. Its fibers seemed to float lazily as Patton waved the quill around, and Janus imagined they were so delicate as to not even be felt–until they found a place so sensitive on the body that they wouldn’t be ignored. Janus’ usually dark eyes and slitted pupils were bright and dilated, focused so on the gossamer feather that he took little note of Patton looking sideways at him, watching his reactions, with a grin.

Patton sighed dreamily. “‘I bet it would feel so nice tracing down Janus’ neck or around his belly or along his hips. Or circling every scale he has.’” When he smirked at Janus, he would have seen the scales on his face flushed a dark brown-gold. “‘Maybe what I should actually ask you to bring is a good tickle session for Janus on Christmas, and I can do the teasing the twelve days before. Whatever you decide, please know that I am a very good judge of character, and I know that Janus has been SO good this year–’”

Janus’ stomach did another giddy loop-de-loop when Patton chuckled and adjusted his glasses.

“I suppose you’re right, Jan; I should be honest, shouldn’t I?” Patton winked, and Janus’ face may have been warm enough to toast marshmallows on. “‘I know that Janus has been VERY naughty this year, and, so, deserves only the sweetest, meanest, most thorough lee mood, teasing, and wrecking that he’s had all year. And, if your present to me is that I get to deliver this for Janus, I certainly wouldn’t complain. Sincerely yours, Patton.’”

Patton’s smile didn’t falter when Janus stood abruptly from his seat, but his eyebrows did rise expectantly. “I’ve finished my coffee,” Janus answered before Patton could ask. “If you’ll excuse me.” Clutching his half-full mug tightly in his hand, Janus skirted widely around the coffee table and death sentence of a Christmas list. He stopped short at the bottom of the stairs, turning to give Patton a forcibly cool nod. “Thank you for your company.”

After a few startled blinks, Patton snorted and held a hand to his rosy freckled cheek. “Signed, sealed, delivered,” he said to Janus with a grin and a shake of his head. “It’s a little too late to try and get on the nice list now~”

Janus fled calmly up the stairs, ears flushed at the last sight of Patton waving the feather quill to him in farewell.

~*~

The teal fluffy feather was all Janus could see, later–minutes? hours? days? he really couldn’t say–when he lay buried beneath his duvet, trying to pat the heat and smile from his cheeks. The trick really was not to think about it, all the lovely teases Patton had wished for him, but how could he do that when that damn feather was running rampant in his brain, dusting all his thoughts to make them tickly. He had just finished his coffee, too, so he couldn’t even hope to drift off for a cozy little nap. It’d be just his luck though; he’d probably get a dream that would fluster him awake or the second he awoke.

With a huff of a sigh, Janus threw off the covers. If the call was coming from inside the house, there was no point in hiding; if his mind was the monster, a blanket wasn’t going to save him. Besides that, the heat of his sweater and flushing cheeks was beginning to make the bubble of space between his blanket and his bed feel like an oven. He sat up enough to free himself from his sweater and dropped it off the side of the bed and onto the discarded blankets before falling onto his back. If his mind was going to torture him, at least, his body could be comfortable.

But, Janus’ mind sang unhelpfully, now he bore even less protection if some lovely monster slithered down the chimney to leave tickly stardust in his socks and pin him to his bed and–

The pillow previously behind Janus’ head was wailed frustratedly into before it, too, was thrown off the bed. Janus forced himself to take a long, slow breath, burying his fingers in the fabric of his sheets. Okay. Clearly, the lee mood was too grand already to try and wall completely off. Trying to ignore it (and ultimately failing to do so) was just making him irritated. But then, he was too worked up and embarrassed to act on his wants, to ask for it. The very thought was mortifying. Maybe there was a safe middle ground. Maybe he could let the dam leak a little, let the thoughts trickle in. He could handle that, he wouldn’t drown. (He would be dramatic, but he wouldn’t drown.) Surely, he could let himself think about it, a little. Patton had already infected him with the feather fever, after all. Janus figured he might as well try to enjoy it.

Breathing came slower and easier when Janus brought himself to that compromise. He could close his eyes, rein in his agitated leg twitching, wade gently into the pool of his mind.

The image of the quill came back to his mind, and he welcomed it, accompanied it with soft touch from his own hand. As the cerulean feather twirled about, dancing amid the sugarplum visions it had made of his thoughts, Janus traced his fingertips over his belly. With his eyes shut, he could almost pretend the feather to be the perpetrator of the feeling, the gentle swishing back and forth along the border between skin and scales. It was a lovely feeling that made his stomach--just beneath the light show of beautiful sensation--ache with longing.

What else could he imagine? Patton had given him a few cheesy seasonal teasing suggestions, which was kind since Janus wasn't the most creative of the Sides--not the least, but not the most. Janus pictured tinsel, silver and shimmery and soft, threaded between his toes and sawed delicately. His breath caught for a moment, and his toes scrunched against the imaginary sensation. How tauntingly on the edge of feeling.

What else could he imagine? Through his closed eyes, he could see the feather swirling gentle but relentless loops around his belly and scales. He could see the tinsel under his toes. He could see Patton’s smile, his fingers curling and uncurling above Janus’ quivering abdomen. Just a little closer…

Janus sat up, burying his flushed face in his hands. Twelve days of anticipation like this would be its own torture.

A knock to the rhythm of ‘Jingle Bells’ sounded from his door. Janus gave his red cheeks one last chastising pat, floundered for a moment on where to lay his limbs to act natural, and settled on resting his hands on his knees. “Come in.”

When the door opened, the first thing to enter was the bright red and white of a Santa hat, followed by Patton’s merry smile. “Hey, kiddo! You busy?”

“Depends,” said Janus with a hollow scoff. “Did you need more help planning holiday torment, or did you want to bake cookies or something?”

Patton snorted, wiggling his shoulders proudly as he fully entered the room and shut the door. He clasped his hands behind his back, swaying his hips forward and back. “Mm, a bit in between,” Patton decided. “Mean, but still sweet.”

Janus swallowed, trying very hard to bar the dam of his thoughts to keep his hopes from running away from him. “Oh?”

“Well, Santa got back to me,” said Patton, leaning back against the door and crossing his arms with a big sigh. “I know, no time wasted; he is a professional, after all.” He shook his head and smiled sadly, but his eyes were sparkling. “But he said that even he couldn’t make a lee mood and wrecking as wonderful as I asked for in such a short turnaround. So!” Patton adjusted his hat and stood tall, beaming. “He said I should most certainly fill in!”

For someone whose thoughts had just been flooded with elated relief, Janus’ mouth was quite dry. He wouldn’t have to wither away the winter waiting. Patton’s hands and feathers and tinsel and smile were near and real. Janus felt a funny mix of gratefulness and annoyance, seeing as how Patton had been the one to drop him into such a state in the first place. But then, he was too excited already to be annoyed. “Oh,” he said again.

“If you’re not busy.” Patton took a step further into the room.

“Well–” Janus started to say.

“You don’t look busy,” said Patton. Two more steps took him to the edge of Janus’ bed, where he stood, head cocked and smile crooked. “You look like you were expecting me.”

Such rare smugness from Patton was enough to snap Janus from flustered to–well, he was certainly still flustered, but also–indignant. His mouth hung open, and, when no words miraculously filled the empty space, Janus stuck out his forked tongue.

“Don’t be naughty,” Patton chastised with a giggle. “I wrote you a song. May I sit with you and sing it for you?”

Janus nodded, pushing himself up with his hands so as to scoot back and make room for Patton on the bed, but Patton stopped with a gentle hand on his knee.

“Lie back and get comfy,” Patton instructed with a grin. “It’s not a short song.”

His sweater and blankets had already been tossed to the floor; Janus had neither protection nor a saving excuse when the heat in his face spread to his ears and down his neck. He lay back, resting his hands on either side of his head, and, mercifully, Patton commented on neither Janus’ flush nor his eagerness. Instead, Patton whistled a little yuletide carol, climbing onto the bed and kneeling over Janus’ legs. He didn’t settle yet, but turned his torso toward the foot of the bed and tugged off his Santa hat, holding it behind his back and out of Janus’ sight. But Janus could still hear as the hat was held open and its previously unseen contents came tumbling out, rattling like cartoon pots and pans fell onto the sheets. Janus had a guess as to what the hidden pile may have included, but he couldn’t fathom how Patton had managed to hide such a trove so impossibly under his hat. Said hat was placed on Janus’ head as soon as Patton had turned to face forward again, the puff of it being booped on Janus’ nose. Janus' face scrunched up in feigned distaste and fruitless effort to keep from smiling anticipatorily.

Patton adjusted himself to kneel fully and comfortably on Janus’ legs, reaching behind him for a moment to neaten up the mystery gifts from Santa’s hat, then faced Janus once more with a smile. “Alright.” Leaning forward a bit to hunch his shoulders and flex his fingers, Patton began to softly sing. “On the first day of Christmas, I count on my merry lee~”

Janus let out a groaning chuckle. Of course, Patton would come up with the silliest teasing twist on a seasonal song. A song which–Janus realized, derision turning to giddy panic–often had twelve verses that only got longer. He yelped, startled from his thoughts by a sudden whispering soft sensation swirling over his lower belly, and came face to face with the evil feather that had started the whole ordeal. Patton circled the teal feather around Janus’ navel, grinning at the smile straining to be free from Janus’ bitten lower lip.

“A giggle button on his belly~” Patton set the feather by his knee and reached behind him with both hands. “On the second day of Christmas, I count on my darling lee…” And, instead of grabbing a new tool, Patton scribbled his fingers up and down Janus’ soles, prompting a squeal and buck from the man. “Two wiggling feet,” Patton sang, before swinging his hands back in front of himself to dance upon Janus’ stomach once more, “and a giggle button on his belly~”

Second verse cleared, ten more to go. It was too late for Janus to curb his smile–the thing had taken off and spread its wingspan across his cheeks–but he could keep from laughing, he could. He had to. Because, of course, it wasn’t just ten more verses in single phrases; it was ten verses consecutive to all the verses that came before. Janus’ mind was too scrambled to do the math on how many teases in total he was about to endure–he was excited to endure.

“On the third day of Christmas, I count on my dashing lee…” Patton fell forward, hovering above Janus nose-to-nose and grinning. The heels of his hands came to rest on Janus’, his fingers sliding up Janus’ palms until their digits were parallel and easily intertwinable. Janus didn’t know whether this move was a moment of mercy early on or of false security, and he tried to hold Patton’s hands and take as deep of breaths as his cantering heart would allow. Patton squeezed his hands once before curling his own fingers inward. Janus’ eyebrows furrowed in confusion before shooting up in realization, just in time for Patton’s nails to scratch delicately along the palms of Janus’ hands. “Three pairs of twitchy palms~”

Janus snorted, and he would have blamed the tickling, if anyone had asked. No way, no way, was Patton going to get him to unfurl his other two sets of arms into a visible and tangible state. Even if doing so would gain Janus four more terribly ticklish spots to be doted upon… No. He would not so willfully participate in his own demise.

Most all his resistance dissipated into delighted terror when Patton drew back, aiming his wiggling fingers behind him until they touched down to rake Janus’ heels. “Two wiggling feet~”

Janus held his breath and clenched his jaw. He’d already let a little laughter sound loose; even if it was a relief to do so, it was too early in the marathon to let himself go. Wasn’t it?

“And a giggle button on his belly~”

Poor Janus arched his back and threw his head into the mattress as Patton’s fingers danced around his stomach, trailing long slow paths from the bottom of his ribcage to the top of his hips and back up again. On the second trip, Patton changed techniques, using one hand for featherlight skating down Janus’ sensitive skin and using the other for just a bit rougher scratching down his scales. At last, the giggly dam crumbled, and, albeit through his grinning teeth and scrunched nose, Janus began to laugh, a hissing breathy happy sound.

Patton hummed, pleased, and sung on. “On the fourth day of Christmas, I count on my cutie lee…”  From where his hands splayed on Janus’ waist, it was easy as fruit cake for Patton to slide them around until he was holding Janus in a hug, warm but made menacing by his nails sudden scurrying into Janus’ lower back. “Four spine-y squeezes~”

Grabbing at his hat to hold himself still, Janus cackled, shoving his back down into the mattress in attempt to make the spot inaccessible for Patton, but to no avail. Still, he didn’t even have time to get used to the sensation before the song went marching on. Patton gently pried Janus’ hands free to scribble into his palms, fell back onto his legs to skitter down his soles, and bowed forward to dig into the soft flesh of his stomach.

“On the fifth day of Christmas, I count on my love-a-lee…” The flurry of movement from the last verse had paused, and Patton lay, for a moment, his cheek still on Janus’ panting midsection. Janus kept his guard up, though. Haggard as he was, he felt vindicated when he saw the mischievous twinkle in Patton’s eyes immediately before he took a big breath and blew a vibrating raspberry in Janus’ belly. The hilarious and heinous weapon was matched in volume by Janus’ wail of laughter. “Five raspberries!” Patton lifted his head, beaming. Janus shook his head, too breathless to form words and soon swept up once more in a tidal wave of howling humor as Patton planted one, two, three, four more raspberries on Janus’ tummy. It certainly didn’t help that all the Sides had slight stubble growing recently; the scratch of Patton’s peach fuzz, especially on Janus’ scales, made for the most awful raspberries he’d probably ever felt.

No rest for the wicked; Patton’s song carried on. Janus, through quite brutal a memorization process, was starting to get used to the pattern mentally, but not physically. The jumping from spot to spot was too sudden and speedy for him to get used to anything, so all he could do was brace for what he knew was coming next. Four scribbles down his spine (and shoulders, which Patton did not need to be so mean as to target), three pairs of palms subject to little but effective scratches, two feet menaced this time by that damn blue feather, and one belly button turning pink from aching laughter and attention.

“On the sixth day of Christmas, I count on my dearie lee… six ticklish armpits~” 

Another pause, during which Janus gulped giggly breaths before cracking an eye open. Like spiders cut loose from their webs, Patton’s hands descended, diving into Janus’ uppermost armpits with clawing fingers.

It was good that Janus had already let his laughter loose, because, when the newest bout of cachinnation rocked his frame, he needed all his resolve to hold his arms still. His grasp was white-knuckle tight on his arms and hair, and his laughing grin was wide enough to make his cheeks burn from the ache of exertion as well as the heat of elation. And then Patton took the elevator down to the next floor of terribly ticklish underarms. Janus’ elbows strained to flap, and his head whipped back and forth, shoving one chortling cheek and then the other into the bedspread. How long could this verse possibly be?

Another brutal raspberry to his belly amidst the armpit assault prompted a shriek from Janus. He couldn’t verbalize how unfair it was to double up on spots, and Patton’s explanation was hardly sympathetic. “Five!” Patton crowed, burying his face in Janus’ stomach to deliver vibrating lips and nuzzling stubble with each syllable. “Rasp! Ber! Ries!” For as much effort as Janus was using to keep still (aside from his thrashing laughing head and heaving stomach), he was startled at how easy a time Patton had muscling him halfway onto his side. That was definitely why he squealed, and not because Patton had finally moved down to scribbling into his lowest armpits with one jumping hand and feathering his lower back with the other.

“Four spiney squeezes~”

It was small but a mercy still that Patton didn’t make Janus release his ironclad grip on his own arms for the next stanza, settling instead on brushing that evil plume along his forearms and into the crooks of his elbows. (The song’s alignment to Patton’s actions had been askew from the start anyway, but Janus was having too much fun to nitpick.)

“Three pairs of twitchy palms~”

Perhaps unintentional, but there was another brief respite for Janus in the few seconds between Patton pulling back from his upper body to reach back for his feet. Very brief, maybe long enough for one guffaw to have a longer inhale than the rest before tumbling once more into wailing laughter as Patton’s fingers scribbled into his arches.

“Two wiggling feet~”

Patton pounced forward and giggled when Janus snorted amid his laughter, only to place a teasing kiss on his stomach.

“And a giggle button on his belly~”

If Janus wasn’t half-past loopy already, he would have marveled at Patton’s masterminding. This session was pure psychological evil. Janus was all heightened nerves and anticipation; after the reveal of what spot would start the new verse, he technically knew what was coming next, but he was still awash in thrill and terror, like he was experiencing each spot anew.

He also would have applauded six ticklish hands for Patton’s composition skills. Once they’d gotten to the tenth verse, it was a very smooth and terrible line up from Janus’ toes to his knees to his thighs to his hips. The next, eleven, was not so limited in its geography but its choreography, but Patton performed it wickedly. That beautiful quill was the star of it, and Patton made use of his ‘eleven feather swishes’ to waltz up Janus’ tummy, across his chest, dipping into his armpits, to his neck and ears–eleven was so many swishes. If he’d had the wherewithal and malice for it, Janus would have thrown Patton six calling birds for his villainy.

The echoes of the last verse and laughter lingering in the corners of the room, Janus lay, limp and gulping air through lingering giggles, eyes shut and an utterly relaxed smile upon his lips. Patton lay as well, still and content, his cheek resting on Janus’ stomach and his index fingers tracing the scales on his sides.

“How ya doin’, kiddo?” Patton asked with a sigh, chuckling when he received only a happy hissing exhale in reply. “I’m glad.” He sat up, tapping a little tune on Janus’ tummy and biting his lip. “You think you got it in you for one more verse?”

Janus’ eyes scrunched further shut, and he giggled at the mere thought of Patton’s proposal. He peeked through one eye and nodded.

“Okay.” Patton’s soft, fond smile sharpened into something sinister. “But, you know, darn it, I think I’ve forgotten the words. Do you remember them? Think you can sing it for me?”

Janus snorted at that. Yes, an excellent idea, let the snake whose brain had been reduced to happy goopy goofy mush come up with the words to the teasing song that had been his detriment. Don’t let him sink fully into elated sleepiness, make him force himself to stay awake enough to bear a bit more, draw out the session a little longer to make it truly the best Christmas gift… Upon deliberation, Janus could see the appeal. Mean but sweet, indeed. Janus pulled himself up, physically and mentally, assuming the familiar position of bracing his own arms and coaxing his mind from the edge of sleep. He’d certainly heard the verses enough times to know the words. He cleared his throat, voice hoarse and happy from laughing so long. “On the twelfth day of Christmas, the tickle monster gave to me: twelve heaving ribs– PATTON!”

The newest rendition of the song had been softer, wavering a bit, compared to Patton’s more confident and lilting tone. Well. It had been quieter, until Patton had unleashed hell upon Janus’ ribs. Vibrating, scratching fingers followed the furrows of the bones, left to right, and then raked down them like a washboard. Rinse, repeat.

Oh, Patton had been going easy on him all this time. That whole marathon thing had just been a prelude to the real event: the sprint.

“Yes, Janus dear?” Patton grinned. “Go on, just waiting for you to sing the next bit and tell me where to tickle!”

OH, not even a sprint–a sprint implied pushing it to the limit for a short time. This pseudo-sprint’s pace was to be determined by the man whose legs had been jelly for the past ten minutes. So it could have been a short time, if Janus let his shrieking, snorting laughter overtake him, or it could take as long as it took him to think coherently while being tickle tortured. A very, very long time. He really must have been on the naughty list.

Like with the previous, Janus had barely crowed out the next verse before Patton had that damn feather darting everywhere it could reach, his neck and ears and stomach mostly, until it could fly back to saw between his toes for the tenth day of Christmas. The feather flipped to scribble the quill end under Janus’ toes as Patton’s other hand squeezed up until it reached his knee. Nine. Both hands dove in to spider and scratch his thighs. Eight. Then to massage their thumbs into his hips bones. Seven.

Janus was a gay mess of exhausted but elated guffawing and kicking feet and flapping elbows. He could barely get out the words to direct Patton where to tickle next. If he’d been asked to lead a verse earlier in the session, he might have mucked up the order a bit on purpose to make it easier on himself. That option was out the window now, as he could hardly keep up with calling out spots as Patton was actively tickling them. He was swept up in the speed and brutality of the menacing of different spots, all scribbling nails and stubbly kisses. Patton was laughing with him, cheeks red from the upped pace of the activity and smile wide and beaming from getting to make Janus feel so happy and safe. He was jumping and falling between spots on the final countdown, half leading and half following Janus’ howling hymnal. With one final raspberry to Janus’ navel, the both of them collapsed in a cuddly heap, Patton rolling off Janus' body to hug him properly.

Eyes heavy and chest heaving as he took slow, deep, relaxing breaths, Janus gave Patton a boop on the nose with the Santa hat that sat crooked on his head. “Merry Christmas, meanie.”

“And a sweet New Year,” Patton giggled, reaching over the side of the bed to grab the duvet and wrap them both up in it for a well-earned snuggle.

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What is a gift-exchange? It’s an event in which participants are given an assignment to create fanart or fanfiction for someone based on their requested prompts. Since it’s a secret-santa style event, participants must keep their gift and recipient a secret until the posting period.

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BNHA Boys: Kissing You For the First Time

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❄Shoto❄

It would be a soft kiss out of curiosity. What is this kiss thing people speak of?

The suddenness would startle you.

"T-Todoroki...do you know what you did just now?"

"Yes. I kissed you," he murmured.

"But why? Do you even know the meaning of it?"

"I asked Kaminari. He said it's what you do with people you like."

You sighed, "I'm sorry, he might have confused you. Usually, it's what you do with someone you have feelings for."

"I have feelings for you," he blinked.

"Romantically. That's what I mean."

"Hmm..."

"You should've saved your kiss for someone you like...Your first is something special you can't get back," you frowned, "Kaminari should've thought of you still learning to understand feelings."

"What do romantic feelings feel like?"

With a smile, you explain, "When someone makes you feel warm. Or you feel happy to see them. They make you nervous with a jittery stomach. They...occupy your mind even when you don't want them to. And when you absolutely can't stand to see them upset.--That's what it feels like in general, but it can feel different for everyone."

Did that mean he had romantic feelings for you? Now he was even more curious.

💥Katsuki💥

It would be utterly spontaneous. Either right after the danger has passed or after a sudden confession. The kiss would be passionate but unsure all at once. Pouring out all his feelings, yet he is afraid of your response.

But then you'd kiss him back and a shiver would run course through his body.

"Why did you kiss me?" you whisper.

"Because the best only wants the best," he grumbled shyly, "and there's nobody good enough for that but you."

"Oh, the Katsuki Bakugo considers me an equal? How charming."

With a scoff, he kisses you again, "Shut up."

🥦Izuku🥦

It would be full of consideration, a little jittery, but with his all, like Midoriya does with anything else.

"I-I'm sorry...I just...When I saw you out there, hurt...You have no idea how worried I was."

"Midoriya..."

His forehead bumped against yours, brows furrowed and his lips in a pout, "It made me realize things can happen in an instant. I couldn't waste time not telling you how I felt anymore."

"But how in the world did you gain feelings for me?"

"You were always there for me, supporting me, you always had my back and kept my secret. You became my person of comfort without realizing it."

"Well, it may be admiration--"

"It's not just that! I...feel all warm and fuzzy when you're around. I imagine us sharing crepes together. Things like that..."

"Sharing crepes? Isn't that what you think boyfriends do with the person they're dating?" he looked away at the teasing expression.

"Y-yes."

"If you want...once I get out of here, we can get a crepe to split."

He went red at the implication.

"I-I'd like that."

💪🏻Kirishima💪🏻

He would be an absolute gentleman because that's the manliest way.

"Can I...Can I kiss you? You're just so perfect right now."

And you let him. You can tell he's nervous, but he pushes it to the back burner and finds some confidence to exert.

You wouldn't know, but his eyes would flutter open for a moment to see your expression. Just to make sure he wasn't the only one who enjoyed it.

And when you pull away, his smile is so wide, his cheeks and ears a deep red.

Rubbing at the back of his neck, he can't help but ask, "Was that okay?"

"More than okay.