#BUT (yes. big but.) the way he very obviously removes himself from this moment and puts himself away in his office

[piraticaltwit]

d.i chandler + Judy's pregnant ! / 3.02 ↳ i don't know how i'm going to cope with a baby again at my age. and a girl too. what do i know about girls? the only girl i know is him.

[maochira]

hey!! i was wondering if you can do some headcanons for a reader who has a massive plushie collection with barou, rin, aryu, hiori, and niko(underrated king i need more content about him). they wouldn’t even guess that reader would be the type of person to collect that sort of stuff until they see that literally every corner of their room is filled with plushies (literally my dream). they can also tell that it must’ve cost a lotttt of money to gather that much. maybe they even recognize some of their favorite characters in the collection

can be platonic or romantic connections with the characters. i don’t mind either way! feel free to remove any character if it’s too much. thank youuuu <33

Adding two more characters cause <3 I love plushies so much (I also collect them)

Characters: Barou, Rin, Aryu, Hiori, Niko, Raichi, Tokimitsu

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, can be seen as platonic or romantic

The first time Barou walks into your room, he's shocked at the sight of your plushies. Not because he thinks you're weird for collecting them (okay, maybe a little) but because he hates how unorganized they are. Why are some of them all over the floor? Why do they take up an unnecessarily big amount of space on your bed? Before he even says anything, Barou starts tidying up your plushy collection. He's sorting them by franchises and colours and also putting them in places where they look the best. Barou wants you to keep them this neatly because he thinks if they mean so much to you, you should treat your plushies with care like this.

Rin doesn't understand why you have so many plushies. And even less does he understand why you would spend so much money on them. He tries to not say anything judgy, but the look on his face while he observes your room says everything. And the longer Rin stays in your room, the more uncomfortable he gets. He feels watched by the many eyes of your plushies which creeps him out a little. This guy loves horror movies but gets creeped out by cute plushies? Apparently, yes. But you get to have fun teasing him about that. Although, over time he slowly gets used to your plushies. And after a few more weeks, he actually starts liking them.

Aryu absolutely adores every single one of your plushies ever since the first moment he got to see them. He buys a lot of clothes which are actually meant for baby dolls, but dresses your plushies in them instead. Each time he visits you, he's having the time of his life dressing up all the plushies together with you and taking photos of them. For some plushies, he doesn't find any fitting clothing, so Aryu starts sewing some on his own. They may be plushies, but he knows you love them, so they deserve to be stylish. They absolutely need to be stylish.

Seeing your plushies for the first time caught Hiori completely off guard. He didn't expect your room to look like that at all, but he quickly starts loving them. He's not vocal about it, but it's obvious how much he adores every single one of your plushies. His attention constantly drifts off and instead of looking at you, his gaze wanders to the shelf full of plushies right behind you. He hasn't thought about plushies in a very long time, but now he kind of wants to have one for himself. Luckily, before he leaves your place, you put a cute little blue bunny plush into his hands.

Niko doesn't seem to mind your plushies at first. He doesn't think anything of them and mostly ignores the fact that they are even there. But then he spots some plushies of anime characters on your desk. He knows most of the characters, but not all of them. So he obviously gets curious and starts asking questions about which animes they're from. Niko already owns a bunch of anime merch, but for some reason, he hasn't thought about buying plushies of his favourite characters until now when he got the idea because of you. He's already thinking about which ones he wants to get, but he'll probably need your help to decide. Of course your answer will be to buy all of them.

Raichi's first reaction to your plushies should have been predictable. But you're still startled for a moment when he walks over to one of the big plushies and punches it without hesitation. After asking why he did that, Raichi only laughs and says he thinks it's funny. Then he continues doing the same to other plushies, thinking you find it funny as well. Only when he looks back at you he realizes you don't think it's funny at all and you're getting upset instead. Raichi feels embarrassed and quickly apologizes, but he doesn't feel like that's enough, so he goes on and apologizes to every plushie he punched as well.

Tokimitsu treats your plushies extremely gently with a lot of care, almost as if they were real living beings. Every time he touches them he does it very carefully and whenever he pushes one to the side only by a little bit, he apologizes to the plushie. Tokimitsu knows how much every single plushie means to you. That's why he wants to treat them with as much care as he can, because that's how he knows you treat him. And of course, he treats you like that as well. It's always cute to watch whenever he interacts with your plushies and how he talks to them with genuine care.

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[shivering-isles-cryptid]

Rehibilitation | Tim Drake x Son of Circe reader

Summary: Tim Drake and Y/n L/n have been penpals for almost 2 years now, and when Y/n is let out of Arkhum Asylum, Batman and Wonder Woman ask Tim to watch over his rehabilitation.

Request: Yes / No

Warnings: childhood trauma

Rain poured outside the Wayne Manor as an armored van pulled into the driveway. The two women driving the van got out, one going to the back to unlock it, the other going to the door. When the van doors opened, a boy around 16 got out, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders. He looked at the woman who opened the door and smiled at her.

"Thanks Zatanna, you know, the benches back her are sooooo uncomfortable." He dropped down, and walked in front of her, the muddy ground clumping on his white shoes. "Diana, I got to say, moms stories do not do you justice." His smile never faltered, even as the Amazonian glared at him. When the doors opened, Y/n tilted his head at the old man in front of him. "Huh, I assumed the Big Bad Bat would have been way hotter." The elderly man was unimpressed and stepped to the side, letting the trio in. Zatanna pushed Y/n into a room on the side, where two men stood in the center. Batman, in his suit, and... "Tim!" Y/n ran forward, dodging the hands of Zatanna and Wonder Woman. Tim ran forward too, wrapping his arms around Y/n in a hug. "Almighty Aphrodite, it is so good to actually see you, to hold you." Y/n cupped Tim's face with his cuffed hands and rested his forehead on his. A cough ruined their moment, the two looking up at Batman. He had his arms crossed and and eyebrow raised. "How can I see your raised eyebrow if you're wearing a cowl?" Y/ asked, ignoring the very obvious question Batman asked without asking. "You two know each other?" Diana put a hand on Y/n's shoulder, pulling him back. "Uh, yeah. We're pen pals, you know, we write letters to each other and stuff." Tim laughed nervously, scratching his neck and looking at the floor. "We'll discuss this later." Batman put a hand on Tim's shoulder and looked at Y/n. "You're here so you can prove that you're not like your mother. To prove you're not evil." Y/n smiled at the man. "I haven't seen my mother since I was 9. If anything turned me evil, it was being locked in an asylum when I was 10." Everyone in the room tensed when he said that, Wonder Woman removing her hand from his shoulder in shock. "Oh, did you not know that? I suppose you wouldn't. Thats something they don't like to promote." Y/n still had a smile on his face, but a small tear formed on his eye and slid down his face. "So, are you gonna take these off me or not? Cuz I got and itch and I just can't get to it chained up." He held his hands to Batman, who glowered at him and unlocked his cuffs. "Thanks Batsy. Now, who's my chaperone? I was told thqt I'd have someone watch over me to make sure I'm a good little boy." He said batting his eyelashes and putting a hand on his hip. "It was originally going to be me, but I think that I have a better idea." Zatanna said, crossing her arms and looking at Tim.

Week 1: Part 1: Dick

Y/n sat in the Batcave, his feet on the keyboard of the Batcomputer. He was flicking through the pages of Tim's History textbook, his brow furrowed as he did. "Hey Jay... What are you doing down here?!" Y/n looked up to see Dick staring at him with wide eyes. "Uh, reading. Obviously." Y/n looked back at the book and his eyes squinted. "Why is Ancient Africa as a whole only one chapter, but every single European country gets their own?" Y/n stared at Dick, waiting for his answer. "Uhh, well, you see... I think I hear Bruce calling me, got to go!" Dick spun around and left the Cave. Y/n smirked and looked back at the book. "I knew that would get rid of him." He whispered to himself and flipped a page. "But that is a good question." Tim said from his spot under the computer. "One we both know the answer to." Y/n flipped the page. "The answer to numer 5 is Constantinople." Tim wrote the answer down and they moved on.

Week 1: Part 2: Damian

Y/n poked his head into the kitchen, looking around for Alfred before slipping in. He snuck to the pantry and opened it as silently as he could. "You would think living with assassins would make you sneakier." Y/n turned around and stared at Damian, who held a sword in one hand and was petting Ace with the other. "What are you doing? Planting a bug, or maybe a bomb?" Damian said, stepping closer. "You caught me Damian, I'm a secret agent for my mother, who I haven't seen in 7 and a half years, and she told me to put a bomb, which is made out of wires and science and not the magic that me and her have, inside the house of a superhero she has met once." Y/n said, sitting crossed legged and eating a cookie he took from the cupboard. Damian stared at y/n and nodded before walking away. Before he left the room, he pointed at his eyes, and then at y/n and then left the room. "That kid has so many issues." Y/n said and pulled the entire package of Chips Ahoy out of the cupboard and left the kitchen, sneaking back upstairs. He tossed the cookies at Tim, who caught them and pressed play on the movie. "Thanks." Tim said as y/n sat next to him, snuggling into his side. "Your little brother accused me of trying to put a bomb in the kitchen." Y/n said, eating a cookie. "Yeah, Damian has issues. Yet again, so does everyone here." Tim said, resting his head on y/ns.

Week 1: Part 3: Stephanie

Y/n punched the red hologram in front of him, before turning and kicking the one behind him. The last one showed up behind him, pointing a gun at his head. Y/n dropped down as soon as he pulled the trigger, causing him to miss, then pushed himself up, grabbing the gun, turning the safety one and snapping the holograms arm. "Wow, 1 minute and 14 seconds, that's better than the Bat himself." Tim wrapped an arm around his shoulders and walked with him upstairs. Stephanie walked past them, her eyebrows scrunched together and her eyes glaring at the floor. Y/n stopped and sent Tim up without him, before following her to the training simulation. "Hey, Steph, are you okay?" He asked, as she went to turn on the machine. "I'm fine." Y/n walked to her, covering the on button with his hand. "I know I've only been here 3 days, but I do know you're lying to both of us when you say that." Stephanie looked at him, anger and sadness on her face. "Y/n, this isn't your problem, so leave it alone." She tried to push his hand away so she could turn the machine on, but he stepped in front of her, blocking the way. "Steph, I cant let you do this while your in this state. You could get hurt. Badly." Steph clenched her fists, squeezing her eyes shut. "I won't force you to talk about it, that's not why I'm here. But I want to make sure that you're okay, and that you won't hurt yourself." She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, and surged forward. She wrapped her arms around him and cried into his chest. He hugged her, rubbing her back. "It'll be okay, you have Barbara, Cass, Dick, Tim, Damian, me, everyone here is here for your if you need to talk, rememebr that. And promise me you won't do anything that might get you hurt until you feel better." Y/n looked into her eyes, watching as she nodded. They stood there, hugging each other for a few more minutes before y/n went to meet Tim upstairs. "You know you're not supposed to be down there without Tim." Jason said, his arms crossed. "Stephanie is down there crying, so get one of the non-emotionally constipated Batkids to go down there and make sure she knows we're here for her. I got to get back to Tim." Y/n said, glaring at Jason and walking away.

Week 5: Part 1: Barbara

Y/n sat upside down on the couch, struggling to levitate the origami swan in front of him. Zatanna released small amounts of his magic a few days ago, enough for him to turn a book page or thread a needle, but he was trying to get it to do bigger tasks. "Hey, what's got you so stressed?" Babs asked, rolling over to him. Y/n sat up right and looked at her before putting his face in his hands. "I used to be able to open portals to Hades and summon typhoons, but now, now I can barely lift paper." Y/n flicked the swan away, and crossed his arms. "Hmm, I don't know much about magic, but maybe its like the rest of your body parts. The less you use them the less you can do with them. And you went how many years without using magic?" He looked back up at her, his eyebrows ceased. "6 years." He looked at his hands, opening and closing his fists, wiggling his fingers and moving his wrist. "So, all you have to do is work the magic out like you would your arms and legs. By starting small." Y/n scratched his chin before smiling at her and standing up. "You are so smart Babs." He hugged her and went to Tim's room, which is basically his room with how much time he spends in there. Y/n grabbed a piece of paper off Tim's desk and laid it flat on the floor. "What are you doing?" Tim asked, looking up from his laptop. "Starting small." Y/n said folding the corner of the page.

Week 5: Part 2: Jason

Y/n and Jason stared at each other from across the table, both of them glaring and neither of them blinking. "What are they doing?" Tim asked Cass. "I dont know, but they've been staring at each other for 10 minutes, and neither of the have blinked." They stood there for a few more minutes before they realized that Y/n was snoring. "Wait, is he sleeping with his eyes open?" Steph asked, poking his cheek. "Does that mean I win?" Jason asked, blinking and looking at Tim. "No, cuz you just blinked." They all looked at a smirking y/n, who crossed his arms and smiled at a flustered Jason. Jason got up and left the room without saying anything. "Hey, he likes you." Steph says punching his arm. "Yeah, if he didn't, he probably would have shot you for that." Tim wrapped his arms around Y/n's shoulders and laid his chin on the top of his head. "Well R.I.P. I guess." Y/n stood up and walked with Tim to their room.

Week 5: Part 3: Duke

Y/n walked into the living room, where Duke was sitting on the couch texting someone. Y/n hopped on the back of the couch, falling onto it and landing upside down. "Hey Duke, who ya texting?" The man jumped when y/n plopped on the couch, staring at him with wide eyes. "Uh, no one important." Y/n shrugged and looked at the tv. "Okay." The two sat there for a few minutes, Duke texting someone and Y/n watching tv. "Hey, Y/n, do you... Do you think you could help me with something?" Y/n sat up, twirling around so he was sitting right next to Duke. "Thank the gods, I've been waiting for you to say something." Y/n looked at the phone, going over the messages. "She can't hang out because her parents took the car, but if you go down and drive her she will be able to. She wants to, but she can't." Y/n looked up at Duke, who scrunched his forehead. "Why didn't she just say that?" Y/n rolled his eyes, "she did. Right there." He pointed at a message and Duke slapped his forehead. "Its okay to not be able to read, I dont think Jason can either." Y/n stood up and walked away. "Hey, whats up?" Tim entwined his fingers with y/n's as they walked down the hallway. "Im pretty sure the only one here who has any type of mental abilities is Damian." Tim nodded and they kept walking. "Wait, does that include me?" Tim looked at y/n who laughed. "It took you 4 minutes to ask me that. You answered your own question before you asked it." Y/n laughed, laying his head on Tim's shoulder.

Week 10: Part 1: Alfred

Y/n pushed open the door of the kitchen, walking in and right past Alfred. "May I help you Master Y/n?" Y/n looked up at him, shaking his head and blinking. "Sorry Alfred, I didn't see you. Me and Tim are having a movie dat.... We're watching a movie and need snacks." Alfred looked down at him, then he chuckled, his mouth moving into a small smile. "Here. You can have some of my secret stash." Alfred opened a cabinet, pulling out a bag of cookies and handed it to him. "I will put the Jiffy Pop on, you kids seem to like it. Now, head back up to you date." Y/n blushed, looking at the cookies then Alfred before hugging him. "Thanks Alfred." Y/n ran back upstairs the cookies floating behind him as he pulled his phone out and texted Tim.

I think Alfred finally likes me.

That's good

Did you get the snacks?

Yes, Alfred gave me some of his secret stash cookies.

Wow, he really does like you.

Week 10: Part 2: Cassandra

Y/n sat on a rooftop, his hair blowing in the wind. "Hey, everything okay?" Y/n turned around and saw Cass staring at him from a window. "Yeah, just remnants from my mysterious past." Y/n made a funny face before letting out a pained laugh. Cass nodded before crawling out and sat next to him. "I get it. My dad raised me to be one of the best assassins in the world. He trained me to notice everything, so I could kill better." Y/n nodded, wiggling his toes and staring at the ground. "Mom taught me to hate the gods, specifically Athena because she took the sister I never met, and to despise Wonder Woman. She trained me in magic so that she could use me as a weapon against the two. Then Diana found out about me, and along with the gods, she took me from my mom and gave me to a government she had too much faith in. They stripped my magic and locked me in Arkhum Asylum when I was only 10. Do you know what that does to a child? Having to be in the same place as the Joker, the Riddled, and Scarecrow and not have the one thing that could protect you?" He looked at Cass, who was biting her lip and looking at the ground. He laid his head on her shoulder and they just sat there for the rest of the day.

Week 10: Part 3: Bruce

Y/n was sitting in the cave on Tim's lap while they watched Barbara type on the computer. "Take a right." She said into the comms, her fingers flying on the computer. Y/n moved closer into Tim's chest, laying his head on his shoulder. "Shoot, Tim they need you!" Barbara yelled and Y/n rolled off of Tim's lap so he could move. "On it!" Tim ran to get changed. Y/n stood up and walked to the computer, looking at the situation. "Wait, is that... Gods no!" Y/n ran out of the Cave, ignoring Babs yells for him to come back. He swirled his hand around him, his clothes changing from his sweatpants and hoodie to a black body suit with an eye mask and cape. He flew to where the Bat Family was, landing on a rooftop, watching as everyone fought a Hydra. It had 8 heads, and there were 3 currently on the ground. Y/n saw Cass, Steph and Dick laying on the ground behind the batmoblie. Bruce, Damian, Jason, Duke, and Tim stood infront of the car, all of them ready to fight. Tim was the only one without cuts and scratches. Y/n floated into the air, watching closely as the Hydra charged them, 2 of the heads going straight towards Tim. "No!" He screamed, dropping right in front if Tim, purple magic flowing from his hands causing the Hydra to stop in its tracks and float into the air. Y/n floated up with him. "You attack my city, you attack my family, but worse, you attack my boyfriend. You have gone past death, your punishment is eternal imprisonment." The purple magic swirled around the the Hydra causing it to shrink until the magic was a a ball the size of a baseball. Y/n floated forward and reached his hand into the ball and pulled out a small metal amulet with an 8 headed hydra on it. Y/n ties the leather cord around his neck and floated down to Tim. The pair hugged, y/n crying into his shoulder. "Y/n." He looked at Batman, who stood in front of him. "Bruce." Tim and y/n seperated and y/n crossed his arms and stared into the Bats eyes. "You saved the kife of me, and my children. You have more than proven you're not your mother." Bruce pulled him into a hug which shocked everyone there.

Week 15: Final part

Y/n laod on the couch with his head on Tim's lap, a book floating above him and origami swans and butterflies flying around the room, with more being folded by Damian on the floor. "Hey, whats with the air show?" Jason asked, walking into the room and leaning against the couch. The book above Y/n moved to the side and he watched as the birds and insects swirled through the air. "Damian was wondering if I would bring his origami to life." Y/n explained, going back to his book. "Huh, well, y/n can you come with me for a few minutes?" Y/n raised an eyebrow, looking at him with suspicion. "Come on, trust me." Y/n stood up, the birds and butterflies flying around him as he followed Jason, Tim and Damian walking behind him. "Jason, whats going... On." y/ns eyes widened in shock as he walked into the dining room. The entire Justice League, the Teen Titans, and the Bat Family was standing in front of him under a homemade banner that said "❤Happy Rehibilitation!❤". Y/n put a hand over his mouth, a laugh escaping from it. "Wow, I dont know what to say." Y/n turned around to see Tim holding a cake. "Don't say anything babe." He kissed y/ns forehead and walked him over to the table where everyone stood. "Thank you, everyone. Thus is amazing." Y/n pulled the two closest people, Tim and Wonder Woman, into a hug. Diana patted his head while Tim kissed his cheek. Y/n looked at the cake with a smile before he looked up, rolled his eyes and said "Bart, don't touch my swan." Everyone looked behind Y/n and saw Impulse holding his finger an inch away from one of the flying swans. Everyone laughed and went back to mingling. "So, you do like it?" Tim said, wrapping his arms around y/ns waist. "I love it." Y/n said, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him.

[goldammerchen]

a bizarre cold war cooperation

(remind me to make a better title)

T+ drabble. One sided Bela.rus x Russ.ia; Rusprus (Snowbunny). Hints of AmeBela, RusAme (AmeRus), AmeGer. Some ableist language. // AO3 LINK

Something is missing.

Under the light of a lamp, Gilbert leans with both hands on a table, sighing. The table is covered in tools, with a mysterious elongated box with a handle on one side, and an oblong opening at its center. Attached to the side of the opening, a metallic lid painted in black and yellow stripes was pushed aside, while the acrylic sheet that used to be over the opening was removed, allowing access to electronic parts that included powerful light bulbs. Other pieces of the box, such a fuel pressure vessel and another container that was inside, had been dismantled.

He scratches his head, having black working gloves on, so it barely does anything. A door opens behind him—Crap.

“Any progress, comrade?” asks Ivan, his mouth corners pointing up.

As he turns around, Gilbert resists the urge to groan. “Any progress with the interrogations?”

Ivan hums, his smile fading away. “Still nothing I haven’t said to you before.” He examines his bloody knuckles, already healing, faster than most of their kind (except Alfred, and likely Wang Yao, but Gilbert hasn’t seen the second since a very long time).

“Well, at least Natallia isn’t following you.” Gilbert squeezes his eyes shut: he was supposed to say anything to keep Ivan away from his work (Olga was better than him with sciences), but not this.

For Gilbert’s surprise, Ivan laughs—that either could be good or terrible.

“You really don’t think before speaking, friend…”

“Uhhh…” Don’t fuck things up again.

“…Natallia is keeping an eye on Alfred at the moment.”

“Huh!” Gilbert exclaims, wanting to slap himself in the face right after. “I mean, good thinking.”

Ivan shrugs, leaning on a wall behind him, likely not wanting to get too comfortable before having to leave again. Gilbert mirrors him, semi-sitting on the table edge. Ivan looks up for a second, moves his head to a side, then opens and closes his mouth.

“Do you think I should permit whatever Natallia is plotting?” Ivan asks. “Because I’m sure she is up to something.”

Gilbert gulps, but can’t help but also smirk. “Anything that keeps her busy from stalking you should be a plus.”

“I think she’s trying to get rid of Alfred…”

“Oh, for sure.” No doubt. “Away from you.”

“…Get rid of him for good…” Ivan squeezes his hands in front of his face, staring at them with the fascination of a kid destroying one of its toys, before lowering his arms again.

“You know that won’t work! At least not forever.”

“Yes, true, besides, I should be the one getting rid of Alfred.” Ivan giggles, then furrows his eyebrows. “Natallia still could get in trouble.”

“She’s a big girl!” argues Gilbert back. Psycho should be able to handle psycho, right? “She should be fine.”

Ivan narrows his eyes. Those kinds of problems would drag Ivan, obviously, and he would blame Gilbert for opening his goddamn mouth—even when he was asked for his opinion.

“Look, she might become obsessed with Alfred instead, if that is fine…”

Now Gilbert scratches his chin, begging in his mind for Ivan to leave as soon as possible. In the meantime Ivan stares at the ceiling absent-minded, pondering.

“Natallia could still get in trouble,” Ivan finally replies, “but I guess seeing what could happen is worth it! Sometimes I get tired of Alfred always getting in my way, even when I’m not doing anything important—or anything at all… Gilbert, if anything goes wrong—and I hope it doesn’t—I will have some words with you.” His mouth curves into a smile.

Chills run down Gilbert’s spine. "Nah, don’t worry too much…”

“Is funny, that you encourage me to let my little sister to be with our enemy…”

“Context, Ivan…”

“…When I don’t tell you who should Ludwig be with.”

Gilbert tenses his jaw. “Because he has nothing to do with this…?”

“Oh, funny you say that, when in my eyes it is crystal clear your little brother is very close to Alfred, if you haven’t noticed.”

“He’s not—!” Keep my brother out of your mouth; control yourself. “They are both young, and on the same side, nothing else.”

Ivan giggles. “Are you sure?”

Instead of answering, Gilbert turns around, back to his work.

“Gilbert…” Ivan has lowered his voice, making it deeper. “Are, you, sure?”

“I—I don’t know!” Oh, Ludwig… Gilbert knew him well, as he also knew Ivan would continue pressuring him for a more concrete answer. “Maybe!” He turns, throwing his arms into the air. “Don’t you have things to do?!”

Shit. Fuck. Gilbert turns around to the table again. He hears Ivan walking behind him, towards him. A hand lands on Gilbert’s waist, while Ivan rests his chin on Gilbert’s shoulder.

“I could help you.”

Gilbert sighs, then licks his lips. “Not now, Ivan…” As gently as he can while displeased, Gilbert grabs Ivan by the wrist, removing the hand from his body. “You can help me finding out what the fuck they did to the people that used these contraptions, there’s something else…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, hearing Ivan heading for the door.

Ivan says:

“You still need to figure this out before your brother.”

“I know.”

“Understood?”

“Yes.”

The door closed. Gilbert should have requested something to test the strange liquid found in a canister inside the strange box, a new game changer that this time wasn’t a bomb.

[loversdelusions]

Honestly good luck to Yandere Deku , shoto and Katsuki cause good luck trying to spy on your darling when she has a load of sibling at home , want to watch her sleep ? To bad her brother had a nightmare , watch darling do cooking , nope sister ordered take out , try and sleep with her good luck her cat ready to pounce on ya , try and steal something oops , to late her twin already wearing it :)

Okay the cat thing reminds me of this:

Oh, honey, they find a way.

Izuku knows everything about you, after all.

He times his moments manipulates the situation to his advantage and plays with the people around you so he'll have his opportunities. It's not really so hard when he dedicates a couple of weeks to researching your family, routes they take every day, things they do, the schools they go to, hobbies that could distract them, or if they are too dangerous to be left in your life. He doesn't like to hurt them, they are to some extent, his family too, but sometimes things have to happen so he can be with you.

It's okay for your sister to ruin his plans. He understands that they sometimes don't really deserve your cooking, but that's okay. He'll wait outside for the delivery to happen and slip something to...dampen the noise later that night. So while wanting to watch you sleep while the house could noisily disrupt you is irritating, that's okay. He'll lock the door and wait for the pills to force your family into a deep sleep, and then he can so comfortably watch you sleep and look through your things with no paranoia dripping through his body.

Okay, see he doesn't like it when your siblings take your clothes. It makes him annoyed because he wants that shirt and he never seems to find it in your closet, and when he does, it never fuckin smells like you. What's up with that?? Come on! Whatever, he'll settle for anything of yours. Yes, he might be cranky a little but you know what? He's just lucky you exist in his life. He loves you, and while your twin is getting on his nerves he'll deal if it means having you in his life.

Okay. Okay the cat, the cat is a fucking problem. He doesn't like it. It doesn't like him. All cats don't like him, which is why he watches out for that little fucker whenever he sneaks in. Bitch about to be punted across Japan until he decides that maybe, just maybe he shouldn't kill the cat, just show it who's boss. He uses Black-whip to hold the cat and push it away, outside of your room and locks the door, because resisting throwing that son of a bitch outside the window is becoming too much to resist, even for Izuku, who considers himself to be a patient person.

He always tells you how much he loves you. He always says so, even if you can't hear him, even if you're asleep. So having a big family would never stop him. Being quirkless never stopped him from following his dream, you are his new dream, and he'll do anything for you.

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Katsuki is very fucking annoyed. He's not the typical stalking kind. He kinda sits on the rooftop, or outside your window where he can gaze through it. He doesn't like your siblings per se, but he isn't about to do anything about it. He thinks it's good for you to be with people that love you, though obviously, you'll be happier when you're with him because as much as he hates himself for it, he loves you too much to give a fuck about what your siblings will do.

He also thanks God he's an only child, he does not need the hell he sees your family raise.

He's more ready to make shit disappear, he cares that you're happy, but that doesn't mean he won't remove the inconveniences from his way.

He's surprisingly a bit more patient when it comes to things like your brother having a meltdown in the night. He'd simply wait it out, he can do things calmly. He can. He's on the verge of telling him to shut the fuck up but he'll refrain. Only for you.

See, he can be considerate.

Bakugou realizes afterwards, that it wasn't the circumstance driving him crazy, it was your family, making him crazy. It feels like self-inflicted torture. Seeing you pull on a cute little apron, getting ready to cook your magic when he notices your sister opening the door and taking pizza, yelling something in your direction. He'd feel the blood almost gush out of his ears with his anger, gripping the tree trunk so harshly the bark might as well be playdoh.

Finally, when it's time for you to fall into a deep medicated sleep, he can slip into your bed. He opened the door and stalked towards your bed, before seeing the light of an animal's eyes. He stares at it for a second, and it stares right back, pushing itself in an attack position.

It hissed.

He hissed back.

Fighting your cat was even tougher than fighting all might. He had to be quiet and precise, avoiding your bed as much as possible to not wake you up. You will never see the fear in a man's eyes until you see your cat, jump and fold itself near your side, eyes meeting his, unwavering as if daring him to move it, because it knew.

He wanted to smack a bitch. that it leaves its fur behind and he can make you a hat or something. Maybe you'd like to keep the skull--

He couldn't kill it. He knew that it knew that, and no matter how much he tried, your sleeping body made sure of its impossibility.

He has to abandon ship, knowing that the next time it leaves your side, it'll wish it was roadkill. He'll just have to settle for something smaller. Whatever, this is just a small battle. He'll give himself some time to relax, and not turn your cat into a rug. Something like your cute little shirt that you sleep in, or the pretty lacey bra of yours in his favourite colour--

Until of course, he narrows his eyes at the very recognisable lacy strap on your twin's shoulder, slipping from under her shirt.

Oh my god, he was going to murder someone.

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Shoto doesn't really stalk. He just gets. He just takes, and since you were his anyway, why bother stalking you when he'll just set up some cameras. He's not really annoyed by your siblings' antics. It's just really cute, the way all of you love each other, even with some fighting you guys seem so... happy?

It's becoming slightly excessive, bordering on obsessive. He just loves watching you, loves seeing your bonding with your siblings. He can only see his future with you, instead of your siblings he could just imagine seeing you playing and taking care of your kids. He'd always wanted the closeness of a big family, something he was robbed of.

It's just so...so beautiful. So innocent. When you guys fight it ends with apologies and hugs, and even if it were chaotic, he can only see the love within your family. It makes him excited, to start one with you. His eyes are focused on the future, he barely cares about the little stuff anymore. You'll notice the change in his composure. He's more touchy, the tone of this voice dreamy.

You'd think nothing of it at first, he's just happy. He's just excited for the future, for his career, for your relationship. You'd be wrong.

He's already planning around your birth control.

Because when you're pregnant with his child, you won't need to worry about living with your siblings, they won't steal your things, you won't need to worry about taking out when you're cooking, it'll all be so perfect!

You can take the cat. He likes the cat. It makes him happy.

But everything makes him happy when you're around. It's like he's on cloud nine, walking on air and watching you, waiting to swiftly magic you into his arms, then your family life can actually start.

Aren't you excited?

[sweet-demiboi]

Arachnophobia is a bitch

The idea comes from @sehnsuchts-trunken :)

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

When that scream echoed through Erebor everyone freezed for a moment. The dwarfs didn't know who that was, and, more importantly, they didn't know the cause.

Then they continued on with doing what they had been doing, because what else could they do?

A few dwarfes though knew exactly who that had been and had already stormed off to their room.

"Balin! Go get the guards, tell them to have their weapons ready!", Thorin yelled while running up the stairs to the highest floor.

Balin nodded and took off.

"Dwalin, I want you to make sure that everyone is in a safe space!", his friend also nodded and took care of some dwarfs who had also been going up or down the stairs first.

Now, Thorin was left alone with his rapidly beating heart and racing thoughts about what had happened.

Was his husband in danger? How could there possibly be a gap in their safety system? And who just broke in? Did (Y/N) have any weapons on him? Did something bad already happen to him?

The dwarf quickened his steps even more and ran through the hallways which seemed to be a lot longer than what he had in mind.

He already had his sword out, ready to sent some heads rolling if someone touched his partner.

He finally reached the door to his and (Y/N)'s shared bedroom and almost sent it flying across the floor when he 'opened' it by throwing himself against it sideways with a loud scream.

When he was in the room he couldn't see anybody besides (Y/N) sitting on their bed, tensed up and looking like he shit his pants.

"Thorin, finally!", he exclaimed and pointed to the floor "There's a spider!"

His husband looked at him in a confused way and let his sword sink.

"I thought you were in danger!", he said, openly annoyed about the fact that (Y/N), a man who had fought in many wars, was acting like this towards an insect.

"I AM!", his husband answered in shock "The danger's sitting on the floor!"

Then they heard feet tapping on the floor, coming their way and the rustling of metal.

"What's this?", (Y/N) asked, Thorin sighed and put his sword away entirely this time "The guards."

Which now swarmed in the room, Balin first, all ready to fight god.

But they were stopped in their enthusiasm when they saw no one or nothing to hurt or even kill.

"Thorin, where is the danger?", Balin asked and the king pointed to the floor in a sarcastic way. Balin looked at the spider, then at (Y/N), then back at Thorin.

"Are you serious?", he finally asked the second king who was still sitting on the bed, legs brought up to his chest, arms slung around it.

"Yes. Obviously. And if you would be that kind - I would like it very much if you removed that demon from my floor."

Thorin gestured for the guards to go, who said nothing but had some amused smiles on their faces.

"I'll take care of that, my friend.", he told the older dwarf, who left with a last lift of an eyebrow towards (Y/N).

Thorin got down to his knees and picked the little animal up with the tip of his sword, he took it outside on the hallway where it quickly crawled away.

Then Thorin got back to his bedroom, where (Y/N) was smiling widely "My hero!", he gave him a big open mouthed smile and Thorin gave a little one back in return.

He went to the side of the bed and kissed his husband on the top of his head.

"Please don't scare me again like this."

"I'll try.", (Y/N) chuckled "But we'll see what my arachnophobia will have to say about that."

"I didn't know you had arachnophobia.", Thorin said with a little concern in his voice.

"Yeah, it's bad again since the spiders in Thranduil's forest..."

"I'm sorry you had to go thrugh that, my love.", the king said softly and touched (Y/N)'s cheek.

"Nah, it's fine.", (Y/N) smiled up to him.

"For you I'll happily pick up fights with spiders.", Thorin joked.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it."

[kittimau]

Ok ok ok I love your answers to headcanon-y asks so what about an au where anakin & padme are bffs but because anakin often sneaks out at night to visit her Obi-wan is worried they’re in a relationship (it wouldn’t be obikin without misunderstanding!) Anyway one evening padme cajoles anakin into letting her put make up on him- just some mascara, blush, lipgloss (anakin finds himself strangely into it???) but in the middle anakin gets an urgent comm from Obiwan that they’re being sent offworld

immediately to deal with a diplomatic incident... ofc anakin forgets to remove the makeup before rushing to the temple hangar... Obi wan, staring at his padawan, trying to figure out why he looks different: 🧐😧😳 Anakin, oblivious, pouting and blinking big long lashed eyes at him: yes, master? Is something wrong, master? Master? 🥺🥺🥺

I burst into laughter reading this and scared my cat 🤣 sorry, Precious. My bad.

Yet another thing I wish I could draw, because it would be adorable!

First off, I love the idea of angsty and jealous Obi-Wan noticing Anakin sneaking out and visiting Padmé. Of course, he wouldn't realize it's jealousy he's feeling—not at first—so he'd explain it away, rationalize the feeling to himself.

He's just worried about his friend. What if the senator breaks his heart? And what about his future, his oath? There's a traitorous little voice that nags at the back of his mind, whispering, if Anakin leaves the Order, he's also leaving you. He tells himself it doesn't matter anyway, because he is a Jedi, and regardless of whatever decision Anakin makes, he will have to let him go.

It's with this mindset that he calls Anakin back to his duties. Reluctant, because the part of him that believes Anakin might be better off, that wants him to seek happiness wherever he finds it, feels bad for depriving him of the rare and fleeting moments he gets with Padmé. But he's also relieved, because yes, perhaps there is also a part of him that covets Anakin's time and attention and wants him to choose the Order, to choose him. The latter is a menace, however, so he elects to ignore it.

Obi-Wan is standing in the hangar brooding over all of this when Anakin finally runs in, disheveled and a little breathless. His mind immediately flashes through a dozen scenarios that would cause his former padawan to be in such a state, bringing a hint of color to his own cheeks as well as a spike of irritation he can't quite suppress. So he says, maybe with a little more snark than strictly necessary, “So good of you to join us,” and is about to storm off toward the ship when Anakin grabs his arm.

“Master, are you alright?”

Obi-Wan sighs and turns back to Anakin, another retort at the tip of his tongue, and that's when he notices the thin line of kohl ringing Anakin’s eyes. The rouge staining his already-flushed cheeks a darker shade. The crimson of his lips. And his mind just... Blanks.

Anakin is beautiful on a normal day. One must be blind not to see it, and even Jedi are not immune to such aesthetic perfection. But the way the makeup highlights his features—sculpts his cheekbones and sharp jaw, emphasizes his pretty pout and the dark, full lashes surrounding those brilliant, emotive eyes—leaves him utterly speechless. Gaping like a landed fish.

It's embarrassing, really.

To make matters worse, Anakin is growing obviously concerned. He prods at their bond, and when he doesn't receive an answer, begins checking Obi-Wan's body over for injuries, and Obi-Wan has never missed his robes so keenly than in that moment because suddenly he doesn't know what to do with his hands and would very much like to hide them in his sleeves.

It takes a hard slap on the back from a grinning Cody as he passes the duo by to finally snap him out of it.

Obi-Wan returns that knowing smirk with a glare and hustles onto the ship, Anakin trailing at his heels, still nagging him with, “What’s wrong? Has something happened?” and, “Obi-Wan, are you hurt?” until, reaching the limits of his patience, Obi-Wan drags Anakin into his quarters, marches him over to the ’fresher, and tells him to look at himself.

Realization slowly dawns on Anakin’s face, his worry shifting to horror. “I-I can explain—”

“By all means, Anakin”—Obi-Wan chuckles, smirk hidden behind his hand—“please enlighten me. Were you planning on distracting the Separatists, or seducing them?”

Though it's petty of him and he shouldn't relish Anakin's awkwardness so much, this teasing is common for them and the familiarity eases the strain upon his yearning heart somewhat.

Anakin scowls and meets the eyes of his reflection as a series of emotions flicker across his face. Eventually, his expression settles on curious, which is always dangerous when it comes to Anakin. Obi-Wan stifles a groan and tenses, internally preparing himself for more of Anakin’s relentless pestering.

It’s uncomfortably clear just how little room there is for two grown men in the tiny ’fresher when, at length, Anakin turns to face him—and how he manages to be taller yet still look up through those long lashes is surely one of the galaxy's greatest mysteries—and now Obi-Wan is really beginning to regret all of his life choices.

Then, so close Obi-Wan feels the heat of his breath like a caress, Anakin murmurs, “Not the Separatists, no.”

-

Later, on the bridge...

-

“Excuse me, sir?”

Lost in his thoughts, it takes a moment for Obi-Wan to realize he's being addressed. “Apologies, Captain. You were saying?”

Mouth twitching like he's holding back a smile, Rex says, “You've got a little something...” and points to a red, lip-shaped stain on Obi-Wan's collar.

[ladybugpowermakeup]

Kronk Headcanon

Okay, so I was watching the work of cinema mastery that is “The Emperor’s New Groove” yesterday with some friends, and at one point I made the comment that Kronk reacts to a situation the way a therapist would. I’m a psych grad and I’m very perceptive to characters asking the right questions or making comments that cause others to reflect on themselves or the situation. But the longer we thought about it, the more sense it made. 

I imagine that this is a situation where Kronk is not, in fact, a fully licensed clinician, or if he is, he’s very very new at it. He seems wildly unprepared for the craziness, and my guess is that he’s a student doing his internship (considering that Kuzko mentions that “this year’s model is named Kronk”, he’s only been there a little bit). He’s clearly there for Yzma, considering he hardly ever leaves her side, and it’s shown through the scene at Pacha’s house that he knows how to interact with kids, too, but that seems more like a big brother than anything else. So let’s assume that he’s got a general understanding of psychology, with a particular focus on working with the elderly. 

So let’s go through this hypothetical scenario with Kronk. He’s working as the assistant to the emperor’s advisor, who, let’s face it, qualified for retirement years ago. But she’s becoming old and even violent and refuses to let go of her place in the palace, and so Kronk’s job is to help her adjust to the idea of retirement with a generous pension plan. But, since she’s stubborn and set in her ways, he needs to help Yzma come to that conclusion herself. She’s obviously capable of violence, and no one wants her or anyone else to get hurt in the process of removing her from her position. So Kronk goes in and works with her, teaches her healthy ways to cope with her anger, and yeah he’s not perfect and makes mistakes, but he’s still learning, right? And besides, the lady he’s working under is scary beyond all reason, so sometimes she can convince him of things over his better judgement simply because he doesn’t want to be on the other end, but usually they have a very good working relationship and it seems to be going alright. 

And then the emperor ruins it by firing her. Kuzko didn’t mean it maliciously, he’s a kid who can have everything he wants and knows it and uses it. But the fact remains that this woman’s life is crumbling around her and this is a woman who has access to large hammers and stashes of poison. So Kronk tries to do damage control, helping her get out her aggression on the busts. But he says the wrong thing and this elderly and slightly deranged woman gets an idea and now they’re in the lab talking about fleas and the postage service. And poison. 

And now Yzma’s discussing having a dinner and inviting Kuzko and about how the three of them - soon to be the TWO of them - are the only ones who know about her being fired, and Kronk just has to make sure that he’s hearing this correctly and verifies that yes, this woman intends to assassinate the emperor for her own gain and revenge.

But obviously, our sunshine himbo Kronk doesn’t want to poison anyone, so what does he do? 

He switches the vials. He doesn’t use the poison, he grabs a relatively harmless one and hopes it’ll do the trick. He knows that Yzma’s making this plan in a moment of anger and betrayal and heartbreak, so he’s hoping that she’ll calm down before the dinner, but she doesn’t and all she can think about is the poison that’s going to kill the emperor. And Kronk, hoping that seeing the consequences of her actions would get to her, actually does it. He had hoped that maybe seeing the emperor’s passed out/llama body would get her to come to her senses, but nothing reaches her and, as much as he tries to buy time for her to consider the ramifications of what she’s asking by offering her dessert and coffee, he finds himself taking the unconscious llama body of his emperor out to the canal. 

Like he said, this old lady is scary beyond all reason. And it takes him far too long to remember his ethics and not let the sack fall off the edge of the waterfall. 

By this point, he’s way in over his head. He just assisted in a coup attempt by accident and is now carrying the body of his emperor - who currently looks like a discolored llama - in a canvas sack down the stairs of the city and panics. He trips, the sack ends up in the cart of a pesant, and Kronk is left wondering where it all went wrong. 

And things go from bad to worse when Yzma fully takes over the kingdom without a care in the world. By this point, Kronk’s been able to get his head screwed on straight and realizes that this woman is not going to listen to reason, so when he slips and reveals that he didn’t kill Kuzko, he decides that the best thing he can do is to take Yzma on a wild goose chase through the jungle. But when a squirrel gives them genuine directions, he ends up at that diner and we all know what happened there - he still can’t believe he forgot it was her birthday. 

It isn’t until that night that he realizes he knows who Kuzko is with, where he lives (due to the emperor’s nonstop talk about Kuzko-topia), and that since they ran into each other at the diner, it’s very unlikely that the man and the llama would beat them there. What better way to ease Yzma’s suspicion than to show her that he’s not there? If he can manage it, they’ll be able to “clear” the house as free of any talking llamas, Yzma can go back to the palace or maybe chasing after daydreams, and Kronk can trust that the village guy will keep the emperor safe until Yzma is gone - because let’s be real, a woman that old traipsing through the jungle is not really going to last long. And if Kuzko is there, maybe he can try and get some kind of reality through to her. It’s a slim hope, but a hope nonetheless. 

But they get there, and there’s no llama in sight, just a pregnant mother and her two children - Kronk immediately puts himself between his boss and the kids, but assumes (correctly) that Chicha can take care of herself. When they're “accidentally” trapped in a dark room, he’s almost relieved. At least this setback wasn’t him being intentionally idiotic, he can’t be blamed for this one. If they just stay in here until Kuzko and his companion get back to the palace, maybe they can find the lab and get him changed back? Maybe Yzma will die of a burst blood vessel and it’ll all work itself out? He’s really grasping at straws here. But as long as they’re in this room, Yzma’s relatively harmless, so he’s not inclined to try and break them out. 

Besides, it is a lovely mahogany. It would be a shame to ruin it. 

He’s flabbergasted when the little family somehow manage to thwart Yzma’s violent attempt to break down the door, and downright impressed when they, seemingly without effort, manage to string her up covered in feathers. He has to laugh at it, the first time in a while, until he hears her screams and sees the footprints. 

“Let’s not wait until the family reunion, okay?” he says, and he can practically feel the camaraderie between them. 

They aren’t even halfway to the palace when karma finally hits and quite literally knocks them out of the air. Kronk barely has time to blink before they’re back at the palace and rushing to the lab. He can’t even stop Yzma before she’s grabbed the last vial and run off to hide dramatically as the man and llama rush in. This woman needs to be stopped, he knows, but he’s so far out of his league that he doesn’t even know what to do anymore. When asked how they got there, he just shrugs. By all accounts, it just doesn’t make sense. But he’s quickly jerked back to a sense of his surroundings when the old woman tosses him a freaking knife and orders him to kill them. Literally torn, it takes him a few seconds to respond while his ethical brain is still mulling over what the actual heck is happening, and those few seconds are enough to make her turn on him, too. 

Her words are enough to bring him to tears, but it only takes a moment for him to snap. He tries to bring down the chandelier on her, but of course it misses and that few seconds is enough for her to send him tumbling down a trapdoor. He barely manages to find his way out of the system of tunnels, eventually slamming out into the sunlight and apparently providing a deus ex machina to the emperor, getting him the vial he needs to get back to his own skin. 

It’s about at that point that Kronk decides that maybe, just maybe, being a junior chipmunk leader is more appealing as a career choice. 

[homunculusalphonse]

You know, I've compared Connie to Sadie (and Sapphire) before, but I just now realized how similar she also is to Lars.

[IDs: From left to right, Connie and Lars crying, talking about their loneliness. /End IDs]

Connie and Lars start out as lonely characters. Neither of them have friends besides Steven and Sadie respectively. Connie, however, is a lot more introverted, while Lars does his best to socialize with the Cool Kids, yet pretending to be someone he isn't. Even then, both of them really care about outside opinions, hence why Connie, for instance, doesn't like dancing in front of other people, and Lars for most of the show hides his baking - which is not because of skill, but because of what it represents to him.

And then you have their roles in Steven's life. Connie thinks Steven's "magical destiny" is amazing, while Lars doesn't think much of it. But regardless of their feelings, they become more and more involved with it, to the point of their lives being at risk multiple times. Connie is more prepared to fight back while Lars spends most of the time running away from conflict. Though what I think solidifies their similarities is their big moments alongside Steven on Homeworld.

Besides being stuck in a prison to starve (even if she's very familiar with being grounded, obviously that is still messed up), Connie has to fight the mindless bodies of the Crystal Gems, and she's forced to watch White Diamond remove Steven's gem out of his body without being able to do anything. Connie is the only one who can help Steven reach out to his gem self. And as far as we're concerned, Connie is also the only one who knows about all this, since the gems don't have any memories of it, and Bismuth, Peridot and Lapis only arrive when everything is already solved. It's likely that Steven never told them, and I don't think Connie has, either. Unfortunately, on screen, we never see how much her experiences affected her. Connie is even younger than Steven and she also went through a lot. Not to mention she's basically the only one who stands up for Steven in Future, being the voice of reason while the gems could only pity themselves.

Similarly, Lars is also helpless during The Trial, unable to even hear anything given his head was inside a bubble. Lars had even less context of Homeworld here, while Connie had more experience. Still, like her, he also had to throw himself in danger to protect Steven and the Off Colors, who were all going to be killed for merely existing. While yes, that's a big character development for Lars, and I'm proud of him for sticking up for people he barely knew, it's also tragic that a human teenager with no powers and fighting skills ended up saving everyone, at the cost of his own life. He also becomes the mature voice of reason for standing up for Steven and letting him go back home without him for Steven's safety. Hell, Lars was willing to end up alone in the Kindergarten so everyone else could go to Earth.

Lars says, "You brought me back to life! Just let me be somebody who deserved it". I can't help but remember Connie internalizing she should prioritize Steven's life over hers in Sworn to the Sword. At the very least, she's eventually taught to fight alongside him instead of sacrificing herself for him. Interestingly, like Lars becomes the captain of the Off Colors, Connie briefly becomes the leader in The New Crystal Gems. She's not patient like Steven is, but she shows herself to be organized and calculating, and she's not afraid to put the gems in their place, as we see later in Future.

If anything, I feel like Lars would get along well with Connie. Although they're insecure, they're not afraid to call something or someone out when they have to (Connie snaps at Steven for minimizing the danger they were in way back in Bubble Buddies, for that matter!). They also realize how unfair the gems (and Homeworld in general) are towards Steven - Lars gets to see Steven's most vulnerable side when they were kidnapped, realizing how afraid he really is underneath, so he insists that Steven needs to be safe first and foremost. Connie rightfully calls the gems out in The New Crystal Gems, and later on in I Am My Monster, because no one has ever actually sticked up for Steven all these years. No one has dedicated themselves for him the same way he does for everyone.

Basically, Lars would be a great ally to Connie, especially when it comes to Steven. Again, I always felt it was unfair that a young girl was the only one who snapped the gems out of their pity party. I know she already had Greg as a human ally in the middle of the gem stuff, but she could definitely get some use of Lars' no-nonsense attitude, too. She could confide in him with her fears and trauma, knowing she's not entirely alone.

In short: Connie and Lars are Steven's best friends. You can't convince me otherwise. /half-joking

[nicnacsnonsense]

What I need people to understand is there is a big difference between “this situation could have been mitigated or even avoided altogether had Stede been more open and honest” and “it is reasonable to expect Stede to have been more open and honest in this situation.”

For example, yes, in episode 5 Ed didn’t know that Stede had a history of being bullied and if he had he might not have been so quick to make fun of Stede for the other party-goers’ approval. But Stede’s only known Ed for all of a couple days, maybe a week at this point; obviously we can’t expect him to feel comfortable sharing his deepest trauma with Ed already.

It is reasonable to expect him to bring up how Ed’s behavior toward him at the party upset him in a more general way without getting into his trauma, but he never got the opportunity. He can’t have that discussion while they’re still in the middle of the party after all, and as Ed has been the center of attention basically all night it seems, it would have been difficult for Stede to find a chance to ask Ed to step away for a private moment. So Stede does what he can for the moment, which is to remove himself from the situation and go talk to one of his safe people (Frenchie in this case). Then Ed suddenly bursts back on the scene, obviously significantly more upset than Stede is at the moment, so Stede sets his own gripes aside to help Ed. Now ideally Stede still should have circled back maybe the next day to talk to Ed about his feelings of hurt from the night before (or better yet, Ed could have reflected on how his behavior would have made Stede feel in light of how bad the similar behavior of the other party goers made him feel, and gone to Stede to apologize), but we have no way of knowing whether or not that happened because the episode ends before that point.

Another big one I see is episode 9, where Stede was obviously having doubts about Ed’s plan to run away to China together and yeah Stede did need to talk to Ed about those doubts, but what, you want him to do that right now? I don’t think Stede even knows he feels right at that moment, much less knows how to express all those feelings to Ed. His whole everything just got turned upside down when Ed kissed him, and that was after he already had a series of very stressful things happen to him in a short period of time. But it’s not like he can say he needs time to think about it when they are basically prisoners of the British Navy currently. Nor did he know that an absolutely plastered Chauncey Badminton was going to kidnap his at gunpoint that night, give a speech that hit basically all Stede’s trauma points, then blow his own brains out, neatly hitting that last trauma point on his way out. Under the circumstances and given the knowledge Stede had at the time, I think it’s completely reasonable of him to have decided that while he’s not sure about how he feels about everything at this moment, he is sure that he wants to be with Ed in some capacity in some place that is not His Majesty’s Navy and he is also sure that he liked kissing Ed, so he’s just going to go with it for now and try to have a more in depth and open conversation with Ed after he’s had a little time to think things through, and crucially, after they’ve escaped their enforced service to the Navy.

[ziee]

Happy Birthday Yb x Reader (Smut)

"Surprise!" Your boyfriend exclaimed, on his knees with his arms out. You gasp and look around the room, decorated with red and pink streamers, balloons of every color, and glitter coating the floor. You knew that would be a hassle to clean up, but you'll worry about that tomorrow.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" You squealed, running towards him. The force of your legs was too much for you, and instead of stopping you crashed into your poor boyfriend. Falling on top of him, you imminently shouted apologies as he laughed.

"Like it?" He questioned, eyebrow raised.

"Yes!" You pushed your face to him, kissing him hard on the floor. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you on top of him. You continued to pecker his face with kisses before standing up in a heated fit of giggles. You walked around the room, tracing the table decorated with colorful placemats, and the grandest of cakes.

Well, to you it was. The cake was 1 tier, the cake flavor of your choice as well as icing your favorite color. This was all that you wanted and more. You can't believe he had done all this for you in such a short amount of time. "Peter, this is amazing." You waltzed over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, forcing him to bend his knees as you hug him.

"I'm glad you like it dear." You kissed him once more as he turned his head. Releasing him, you looked over at the clock before moving back towards the cake.

"It's almost time. Why don't you get the candles so I can make my wish?" You suggested, sitting down. He nodded and went to the kitchen cabinets, pulling out the desired supplies. Placing the candles into the frosted cake, he lit the flame and sat back. You huffed in a big breath, thinking about what you wanted, before blowing out the candles.

"Yay! So what did you wish for?" He clapped for you as you picked up the knife seated next to the treat. You grinned, putting a finger to your lips and tapping.

"Can't say. Now c'mere and eat some cake!" You cut both of you a slice before digging in. Safe to say that cake will not last a week in your little apartment. You almost shed a tear at how good it was. Finishing your second slice, you sighed and sat on the couch, rubbing your full belly as he put away the cake.

"Oh goddd, it feels like I'm pregnant." You moaned at the uncomfortable feeling.

"That wouldn't be a bad idea." Your boyfriend mumbled as he sat beside you. You stared at him, eyebrow raised.

"Huh?"

"Us having kids? I bet they'd be so cute. Probably take after you mostly, because you're so beautiful." He leaned in and kissed your cheek.

"I didn't know you wanted them." You spoke softly, contemplating the idea.

"Of course I do! Don't you? I want to spend the rest of my life with you." You've never really thought about having kids, you weren't sure if you wanted to either.

"I- don't know. Yet. I've just thought about stuff in the moment, ya know? More worried about food on the table than a kid in my stomach." You shrugged.

"That's fine. We can decide on that stuff later but come on up, there's one more present I got for you." You groaned as he stood up, standing in front of you. You lifted your hands towards him.

"Pull me." You laughed as he grabbed your arms and pulled you towards him, pushing you into his chest. He walked you to the room you both shared and sat you on the bed. Pulling out a present from under the bed, he placed it on your lap.

"What? You hide presents under the bed? All this time!" You slapped your face as you held the box. He smiled at your reaction before gesturing to the gift.

"Open it." You did as he said, smiling all the while you tore through the wrapping paper. Slowly uncovering the box, you gasped in disbelief.

"No.." Your hands shook as you picked up your gift. "No! Oh my god!" You shouted, standing up as the box fell from your lap. "How did you get this?" You rushed to him and squeezed him in your arms. He laughed as you hugged him tightly, the object still in your hand.

"Careful, it was hard to find one in this good of a condition." He tapped your back and you let him go, staring in awe at what he had gotten you. You've wanted this forever, but either you could never find it or it was way too expensive to buy for you. You opted rent over a gift.

But now you've got it! "You're like, the best boyfriend ever." You placed it on the table next to your bed and went over to him. Standing in front of him, you start to lean into him before he wrapped his arms around your waist. Kissing him, you shuffled both of your bodies by the bed before forcing your weight down.

He fell on his back, hitting into the mattress as you followed suit, crashing softly into his chest. You laughed, giggling into his chest as you slid down. He gazed at you softly, bright blue eyes focused solely on you. He adjusts himself so his feet don't fall off the bed, and you sit upon his lap.

Noticing the position, you grin as an idea pops into your mind. You're the birthday girl, and you're getting just one more present. You start grinding softly into him, smiling down innocently at him.

"Darling.. You know what this does to me.." His voice is hushed and deep as he stares intently at you and your motions.

"Do I?" You shrug and continue your movements. Starting to feel himself harden, you smile excitedly. The fun has yet to begin. "Well, you obviously have no complaints." You continue your grinding, only a little harder.

"You'll regret your words tomorrow when you're complaining that you can't walk." His hands reached down and grabbed your thighs, clenching into the clothed skin. You softly slap his hands away, removing them from your pants as you tsk.

"Nuh-uh, today is my day. My rules. Your challenge is, no touchy." You cross your arms and press into him. You could feel him now, and he makes a soft noise that sends tingles across your body.

"No touching?" His eyebrows furrow, but he places his hands into the blankets.

"Yep, you can't touch me until we're done, ok?" You lean down, giving him a small peck before getting off him. He starts to grumble but stops seeing you undress. Quickly, you strip from your heavy clothes until you're fully nude.

Settling into his lap once more, you shuffle down a few and unzip his pants. Pulling it down to his knees, you lick your lips before pulling down his boxers. His cock springs free, hard, and veiny. Delicious, and just enough to fill you up.

"You're a very big boy.." You shuffle up and rub yourself against his legs. His breaths deepen as he stares at you. Placing a hand on your chest, you begin to rub your breast as your clit touches against him. "You like this? Do I put on a good show?" Rubbing yourself harder into him, you softly twist your nipples.

"You're such a tease." So far, he hasn't tried to touch you, so you should at least reward him. A little bit. Settling yourself down, you place a hand onto his length. Slowly stroking him, you swirl your finger around his wet tip. You grin as he tries to contain himself, but short moans keep slipping from his mouth.

"Cmon, I wanna hear you're voice." You whine, leaning down. Taking a little lick to his pink tip, he groans loudly. "That's a good boy." You whisper before taking him into your mouth. Your tongue presses against him, making jolts of pleasure rush across his body. He refuses to place a hand over his mouth, it's your day and he can't deny you.

Taking him deeper, you gulp him down a few times before popping off him. You can't wait anymore. It feels like a fire down there, and you need it extinguished. "You ready?" You hover over him, waiting for words of confirmation before you proceed.

"Yes!" He exclaims, obviously very desperate for release. You smile and sink down on him.

"Oh-hhh.." You softly sigh, wincing slightly as he stretches you. A little pain never hurt anyone, so you take him deeper, bit by bit. Once you're set upon his lap once more, you take deep breaths as you wait for the pain to pass. Your eyes look upon your boyfriend, clenching his eyes shut as he concentrates. His hands are clutching the bedsheets.

After a few minutes, the pain has ceased and you're ready to start. You slide off him, just until his tip has almost left you, before sinking back down. You both groan, the stretching feeling now a better, pleasant thing to have. Heat from your bodies fills the room. Beats of sweat form on your forehead, but you're too busy to wipe them away.

You bounce on him, breasts swaying to your beat. He gazes at your form so intently, but you've shut your eyes at this moment. His hands release from the blanket, and he's so close to grabbing your skin before a shakey hand slaps him.

"Not yet." You've opened one eye, panting as you speak. You grin at his annoyed face, but it soon changes as you sink down fast. Letting out a loud moan, a fire burns into your stomach. You slam down hard into him, and you could tell that you're about to come soon.

His breaths are raggy and shallow, his cheeks dusted red. His mind screams to touch you, to feel you more than he's already, to engulf you whole. He just needs to touch you..

"Oh-oh-oh god!" You scream as he lifts his knees, pushing deeper inside you. That was the turning point, and you came hard. Your body twitched, but he wasn't done with you. You fell forward and struggled to hold yourself up with the help of your hands on his chest.

Using his knees, he pumped into you a few more times before having his own release. Cumming with a loud groan, hot seed spills inside you. You let go of your hold on his chest and fall down, face flat on him. He sets his knees down and pops out of you.

Hot liquids spill from you onto your thighs and his lap, but you could care less. You breathe in a few times before leaning your head up, looking at your exhausted lover. "You didn't touch me once. I'm impressed."

He hummed, leaning down and pecking your forehead. "Happy birthday Y/n."

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Congratulations! You waited so patiently <3 This is another Asra x fem!reader for you. NSFW. 5218 words. 

Playing With Potions

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The late spring morning air was warming up to be a balmy 75 degrees. You had your skirt pulled down and up, tucked in the back of the waistband, forming makeshift shorts. The shop was somewhat quiet, yet the din from the streets made its nimble way through the open windows.

You descend the ladder to the box of ingredients you were unpacking. They had come in the previous evening and Asra had promptly asked you to “organize them later”. Of course you said yes, the two of you shared this shop after all, and the work that came with it.

Asra himself was bustling behind the counter, sweeping the wooden floors free of the dust and fallen ingredients. He stops momentarily to pick up his cup of tea and take a long sip. The jasmine tea's steam billows into his face as he sighs with content pleasure.

The floorboards creak as you step down and Asra looks over at you, gaze soft. "How's the supplies look, dear?" He asks curiously, returning the cup to it’s coaster.

"Ah," you muse, counting the small containers in your hands. "Looks like we will be all set on lizard toes for a while, I think our supply captain read 1000 instead of 100." You can't help but chuckle, it couldn't be helped, at least you wouldn’t have to order more for a while.

Asra's eyes open a little wider, "oh my." He laughs, "I suppose we won’t". He sets his broom to rest against the counter and bare feet pad over to you, his deep-purple eyes examining the products.

You feel his hand settle on your waist subconsciously; a side effect of being close to one another. You breathe in lightly, smelling the sweet scent of coconut and honied biscuits wash over you. Asra's breakfast choice was apparent.

"Mm," you say, turning so the two of you were face to face. "You smell delicious."

Asra smiles, box in his hand now a little less important. "Care for a taste?" He teases, eyes falling to your parted lips. He sets his lizard toes aside and joins his other hand at your waist. You look up at him through your eyelashes and nod.

He is a mere millimeter from sealing the gap between you when the bell of the shop jingles merrily.

"Ah jeez," you huff good in good nature. "I forgot we have jobs and responsibilities."

Asra laughs at your obvious disappointment and steals a small peck. "Unfortunately, we have to eat somehow." He then turns away and walks back to the counter to greet the customer.

The man is short and has a little round face. He looks extraordinarily nervous, and this catches your attention. Yours and Asra's shop is well known in the city and the townsfolk trust their magicians. You hadn't seen anyone come in here looking so nervous, and maybe even a little embarrassed.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Asra asks charmingly, resuming his position behind the counter. Briefly you let yourself admire how nice he looks, comfortable in his shop and expertise, before turning back to the box you were supposed to be dealing with. Not, however, letting your ears miss the conversation.

"I," the man starts, already fumbling with his words. "I, well look. I need help." He finishes plainly, nervously clutching his shirt between his pudgy hands.

Asra smiles kindly, "many do." He says, tilting his head and examining his new client. "Are you here for a card reading? Need to get some answers?"

The man groans as though he is already exhausted with the conversation. "No, I already know what I need. I have the answers. I've heard about this place. The ways you can help people. I live an hour out of the market and I made this trip just to see you."

"We're flattered, for sure." Asra says calmly, you can hear slight annoyance in his tone from all the ambiguity. The visitor is none the wiser though. "To help you though," Asra continues. "I'll need to know what you need."

"Alright I need a potion," the man finally reveals. "One that will help me... with performance." His cheeks are redder than a bell pepper in the sun.

Asra raises a white eyebrow, "performance? Are you an actor?"

"No!" The man's voice came out in a strangled whisper, obviously trying to keep it down. You roll your eyes, chancing a glance over your shoulder. The shop floor wasn't that big, of course you were going to hear everything.

"No," he said again, this time a little more composed. "What I mean is... my sex life performance." The truth comes out. Your visitor wipes his forehead with a dirty rag from his pocket. "My wife and I well.. we've hit a slump," he explains. "And I've heard of potions that can help with that kind of thing. Stuff that will completely change the game." His eyes are shining now, imaging life post-performance potion.

Asra looks uncertain at best. "I see," he starts, shooting you a glance. "That.. does exists. But it takes awhile to make. And the price isn't cheap either."

You shove the last of the crow feathers into their designated drawer while listening. You have never heard of such a potion, but you were also still learning. Asra sounds a little unsure though.

"Price isn't an issue," the man sounds desperate. "I'll pay anything."

Asra sighs, he feels bad for the man wringing his hands before him, practically crying for a cure. "Alright," he finally concedes. "I'll make it, but you'll have to come back in the morning. This kind of thing takes all evening to brew."

Your customer nods vigorously, "I can wait." He says. "Tomorrow morning, yes! I'll be here!" His excitement apparent, he bows a few times while backing out of the door, tripping over his own feet.

The door closes with a sharp bang and the bell rings furiously. Asra blows air out of his mouth so that itf ruffles the curls between his eyes.

"Well," he says after a moment. "A sex performance enhancing potion was not what I was expecting to make today." He rubs his temples, eyes closed and looking thoughtful.

You grin at him from the shelf as you pick up the empty shipping box and rest it on your hip. "That's quite the name, I've never heard of a potion like that."

Asra laughs and opens his beautiful eyes to look at you. "Yes, you'll have to forgive me for not teaching you that kind of magic, it's not the.. safest." He ends uncertainly. "I don't even know how this guy found out about it. It's not talked about much amongst us magicians.. and it's certainly not a common one."

Immediately more questions than your mouth can keep up with flood your brain. "So how did you find out about it? And why isn't it safe?" You ask the two more important ones, eyes following Asra as he finds a piece of paper and quill to use.

He dips his quill in the register's ink well and starts scratching down what you presumed to be ingredients. "I've been studying magic for years, my love." He says simply, "and before you ask, no I haven't used it on myself." He looks up at you, mischief dancing in his pretty eyes. "I'd like to think my sex game is up to par." He adds innocently, licking his lips seductively when your ears tinge pink.

You brush imaginary dirt off your shirt sleeves and huff. "I suppose it's pretty good." You mumble. It almost feels like a lie to just describe it as "pretty good" but Asra doesn't need you to stroke his ego right now. You do that enough falling to pieces beneath him every night.

Asra is well aware of your attempt to keep him humble and laughs lightly. "And to answer your other question," he says, turning back to his ingredient list, "messing with ones body like this can be dangerous. You have to be very precise."

You nod as he explains, it makes sense.

Potions are always brewed in pots over a magic fire so you put yourself to work, removing a medium sized iron pot from a hook on the wall and carrying it to a fire stand. Asra is busy himself, opening various drawers and adding seemingly random ingredients to a basket he has looped over his arm. Iris petals, newt eyeball, and some shimmering gold flakes. You smile watching him, your gorgeous magician; smart and able.

In no time at all Asra has a bubbling pot of sweet smelling liquid stirring before him. You stand beside him, observing curiously.

"Why are you wearing gloves?" You ask, taking note of the large leather gloves that clad all the way up your lover's forearm.

Asra continues to stir and looks over at you, happy to hear your eagerness to learn. "I can't risk even a drop of this touching my skin. It's so strong, and will immediately absorb into anyone's skin, leaving them..." He shakes his head and trails off, amused. "That's why it has to brew so long, to burn off some of the potency."

Your mouth opens in amazement, taken aback by the idea. This is the real deal you decide, stepping back a couple inches in precaution. After watching the potion bubble for a couple more minutes you stretch and grab the watering can sitting by the floor of the door.

"I'm going to water the plants," you inform Asra, waving your hand briefly until the can is full of cool, crisp water. Gods knows there are at least three dozen inside and outside of the shop.

Asra is humming in confirmation that he heard you as you open the shop door to the plants hanging outside. You don't get very far before you're blindsided by a streak of purple darting through your legs.

Escape!

"Faust?!" You yelp, dancing around the squirming snake as she winds her way under and into the open shop. A loud, booming bark makes you jump again. This time a large hound dog is rounding the tight corner from the side street and barreling full speed towards you.

All hell breaks loose. The water can is up in the air, crashing wildly into the side of the building. You are thrown back onto the dusty floor and a mass of fur and teeth race past you, paying no mind to your yelling.

Help!

Faust is racing around the floor, narrowly avoiding the jaws of the angry dog she seemed to have aggravated. There's a large crash from inside and you cringe, hearing bottles break and wood crunch. You look back, scared at what you might find.

The shop is a disaster, papers strewn, vials broken, and potion pot toppled. Asra is groaning on the floor, obviously doing no better than the rest. You glance at him worriedly, taking quick notice of the potion he had been making spilled everywhere, even on him.

You snap your fingers and the dog's growl, who was cornering Faust by the bookshelf, turns into a whimper as you lift him up with your magic. "I'm sorry pooch," you sigh, "but we can't have you eating our friend." With a wave of your wrist the hound is out the door and down the street in an instant. The hinges creak and bell rings as the door is once again closed to outside.

Thank you!

Faust wriggles happily, red eyes glowing in relief. You guess she got up to some trouble with the local fauna. She slithers up the stairs quickly, leaving you to look around at the ruined shop.

"Ah, fuck," Asra's words cut through your thoughts like a knife. He's laying flat on the floor, chest heaving as though he just ran a marathon. Sweat glistens on his tan skin, covering him from head to toe.

You step over the broken bottles and kneel at his side. "My love?" You ask, unsure of what to do. It was obvious what had happened, it didn't take an expert. The potion that was supposed to be for your customer was now soaked into Asra's glowing skin.

Asra opens his eyes and you swallow hard. You know that look, and it nearly makes you start trembling where you sit. Lust is prevalent, clouding Asra's eyes until they're a dark amethyst color.

"You-" you start to speak but are cut off by Asra sitting up abruptly. His face is close to yours and his breath washes over your lips, hot and wanton. He looks positively desperate, just the sight of you sitting before him doing wonders.

"Please," Asra's voice comes out low and husky, he watches your chest rise and fall quickly as a result. "Can I please have you, right now."

You could almost call him asking like that soft and innocent, if it wasn't for the raw, hungry look he was giving you. His eyes were traveling everywhere across your body, leaving an invisible line that you could almost feel burning into your skin. Your lips parted and you let out a soft gasp, the power that kind of look had over you was astonishing. You shifted your legs under you subtly, feeling the result of the hot atmosphere low in your stomach.

"Tsk, tsk," you had to tease for a moment. "Closing the shop at midday for some fucking?" You reach up and cup Asra's cheek, feigning uncertainty. His skin on your fingertips burns white hot and you have to hide your amazement.

Asra's eyes narrow, he knew you too well. With a quick flick of his wrist you hear the deadbolt on the door slide into place. It's only a second later and both of his hands have found a place on either side of your hips.

"Why do you torment me?" he asks, pulling you close so your legs straddle him. "Can't you see I'm getting enough of that from this damn mistake of a potion?" His words are almost shaky, as though he can barely speak anymore. He presses his hips up to meet yours, and a soft sigh escapes his lips as he finally gets a little friction.

You dig your nails into his shoulders and gasp, the feeling of Asra so obviously in need is enough to make anyone go wild.

You can't resist grinding down lightly and Asra's eyes practically roll back at the sensation. "How can I say no to such a pretty face," you whisper, completely in love with his reaction.

That was enough for Asra and without added words he gathers you up in his strong arms and lifts you both. Your head falls back pleasurably when his lips find your neck. It only takes a few quick steps on his part to bring the two of you into the plush back room.

The purple cushions lining the cozy futon sink in gently as your back hits the mattress. The room has a slight pleasing haze as sandalwood incense burns at the table. The smell washes over your senses and a new wave of sensuality comes over the room.

Asra's hands hold you firmly as his lips continue to press lovingly into your skin. He hovers over you, one leg pressed between your legs, causing your hips to involuntarily move along his thigh.

"I need you out of these clothes," Asra groans, lips being stopped at your chest where your shirt has suddenly become a hindrance. He's already tugging at the hem, untucking the loose fabric from your waistband. You raise yourself to your elbows and help him pull the shirt over your head. At once it is thrown over Asra's shoulder and his eyes are set on your bare skin, drinking in the sight of his lover.

You smile at his admiration and lay back again, stretching your arms above your head and arching your back. You feel his hands on your stomach, traveling up to rest on your breasts. Your skin prickles with desire, flesh lighting on fire from his ministrations.

"How did I get so lucky," he breathes out, looking down at you with a look filled with love and passion. He rests the tips of his fingers on your nipples and swirls them lightly, leaving you to twist in torturous pleasure beneath his touch. "Everything about you is beautiful." Asra continues to flatter, lowering his head so his curls tickle your stomach. He licks a long line from the dip of your hip up to the valley between your breasts.

After a few moments of tasting your supple skin he moves his hands to the top of your skirt and tugs. You lift your hips in compliance and the fabric slides down your legs easily. Asra licks his lips as your body is finally fully presented to him.

"I could feast on you," he announces, voice lowered with need. "And I wouldn't go hungry in a lifetime." These words he whispers into your inner thigh, they tickle your skin softly.

You watch with bated breath as the man before you adores his lover. It's hard to keep your moans controlled as you feel his sinfully good tongue lick you in a way that can only be described as ecstasy.

Asra shifts into a more comfortable position, lying on his stomach and he brings your legs to lay comfortably over his shoulders. You shudder as you feel his hot breath flutter over your dripping slit. He doesn't waste anymore time and lowers his face to enjoy you.

Your thighs squeeze his head lightly as your body arches in response. Asra is devouring you as though you were a feast and it was the only meal he is to have in a lifetime. He grips your legs tightly to keep you from moving and covers your slit with his mouth, sucking for a moment on the tight nub at the top. He groans happily into your skin before moving down to lick your hole.

"Oh please, yes," you run your trembling hand through his hair and raise your hips up to meet his greedy mouth. He laps short, quick strokes first, stimulating you into madness.

After a moment he slows his tongue down to swirl languidly, looking up at you. You make eye contact and groan at the erotic scene of him eating you out. "That mouth of yours is too skilled for its own good," you whisper, fingers digging into his scalp, trying desperately to savor every swipe of his tongue.

Asra smiles against your folds. "I live to make you feel good, my dear." He says, pausing a moment. "You intoxicate me. Your smell, your taste. I couldn't get enough even if I had all the time in the world." He presses his lips on each one of your thighs with hot, open mouth kisses.

You blush at his words, feeling amazing under his praise. "Come here," you command softly, pulling on Asra's hair lightly to guide him back up your body. He kisses every inch of skin he passes before finally reaching your lips.

"Mm," he hums, taking your face in his hands. "But these lips, are like the finest honey in Vesuvia." He lifts your head so your mouths meet. It's a hot and feverish kiss, full of staggering amounts of love.

You press your body into his and relish in the feeling of kissing Asra. Your mouths are opened to one another and your tongues meet in fiery unison. While you enjoy the kiss you allow your hands to roam. Your fingers find his shirt buttons and you start to undo them as best you can, only a little distracted. It takes just a minute and you sigh happily into his mouth when you finally remove the annoying clothing.

You part a moment to admire the divinity of his body; prostrated before you. He was calling himself the lucky one, but you could probably make a pretty good argument for it being the other way around. He looked absolutely glorious in the hazy glow of the room.

As you reach for the waistband of his pants and rest your fingers playfully on the skin above it Asra breaks out in goosebumps at the fluttering feel of your touch.

"Ah," he breaths out, raising himself to his knees and closing his eyes. Clearly, he's enjoying the attention finally being on him.

"You are the one with the potion affecting them." You say, drawing a line from one hip to another. "It'd almost be criminal to ignore you for any longer." Your eyes fall to the bulge straining under Asra's pants, just begging to be free. A smile plays across your lips as his breaths quickens significantly.

"I.. wouldn't complain." He finally manages to say in a strained tone.

You smile, maybe a little too satisfied, and hook your fingers under the band. "I know." You chuckle, pulling. The trousers catch a moment on Asra's hardened length before slipping down to his knees. You take time to admire the sight before you, licking your lips. Asra is panting slightly, looking down at you lustfully as your eyes graze over him.

He grabs your head on either side and looks into your eyes. "Please," is all he can croak out.

You swallow thickly and you feel yourself dampen even more at his begging words. “I’d like nothing more" you say; need dripping heavily from your words. You lean forward and kiss the tip of his leaking slit lightly. Asra's body shivers with pleasure when your soft lips meet his aching shaft.

You take a breath before closing your mouth around his tip. Your cheeks hollow and you suck in deeply, enjoying the small sounds of pleasure emitting from Asra's lips. He groans even deeper as you finally swallow down his whole length, tip sliding down the back of your throat.

"Ah fuck, baby," he stutters through gritted teeth, fingers threading through your hair. He thrusts into your mouth without hesitation, reveling in the way you feel around him. The pace is fast and vicious, leaving no time for extra room for breathing.

You choke back your gasps and feel the involuntary tears prick at the corners or your eyes. Your hands fall to your sides as you let Asra use your mouth how he pleased. Licentious noises ring around the room as he sinks his member into your mouth relentlessly, moaning at each stroke and the salacious feelings that come over him.

His grip tightens in your hair as he pounds into your face. You open your mouth as widely as you can and take him in, ignoring the slight pain of labored breathing. The feeling of being used so mercilessly is intoxicating, and you close your eyes, enjoying the pleasure that overtakes you.

With a loud pop he pulls out of your drooling mouth, leaving you to be the one groaning in disappointment.

"I'm sorry love," he huffs dazedly, need heavy on his features. "But if I don't stop this now I'm cumming in your mouth."

"That doesn't sound so bad," you complain, sticking your tongue out so Asra can view how much you want it. His eyes darken considerably and he looks ready to break.

He takes a breath in sharply, steadying himself before holding your face gently in his hand. "As much as I want you fuck your face, that pussy of yours I know is dripping for me and I have to comply." He chuckles, running his thumb along your lip.

You whimper at his words, practically climaxing at the suggestion. You meet his eyes in a needy manner and nod. "Oh, Asra," you start, already seeing excitement flit across his face at the mention of his name. "I want you more than I can even describe to you."

To this Asra inhales sharply, thumb still hooked in your mouth. "Tell me how you want me," he says, barely able to contain his own desire.

"I want you to fuck me from behind," you begin, knowing exactly how to please his ears. "I'm going to cry and moan, and beg you for relief but you will know better." His eyes widen in ecstasy but you continue anyway. "I want you to give everything you can to me, without holding back."

Asra seems to snap right in front of you. His features immediately seem to plead for consolation. "You'll get what you ask for." He growls, fingers tightening in your mouth. You lick his thumb seductively and the action throws him over the edge.

Asra's hands fly to your waist and hold you firmly, you're flipped over; ass to the heavens greeting him. He swallows at the sight and digs both palms into the flesh, enjoying the feeling immensely. "So needy and ready for me," he groans, finger finding your entrance and slipping in easily. You gulp at the warmth of having fingers enter you. Asra is unrelenting and curls them cruelly against your walls.

"Just fuck me already!" You cry, unable to hide your desires anymore. You hear Asra laugh behind you, yet despite this you know he is dying to sink himself into you.

"Alright, alright." He concedes, taking your hips in his hands. "If you insist."

You feel his tip slide against your slit and shudder, craving the feeling of him inside you. It doesn't take more than a moment before you feel him start to enter you. You lay your head down, turning your face so you can watch Asra take you from behind.

His lips are parted in a silent moan as he relishes in the feeling of your walls around him. You sigh softly as he fully sheaths himself in you, a small tremor passing over your body from the pleasure. One moment, two moments pass as you both bask in the feeling of being connected.

"Give me your hands," he commands, slowly sliding in and out of you, giving no care to his agonizingly slow pace. Soft gasps are falling from your lips as you try to register his request.

Carefully, you cross your arms behind your back. It's no use to keep the blush at bay as you take in the dirty scene. Your face is pressed to the pillows, unable to move much as Asra takes your wrists and pins them to your back. Your ass is raised in the air to meet his rhythmic thrusting.

Asra grips one of your thighs with a free hand and quickens the pace a little. Your eyes shut tightly as your body responds. You can feel his tip hit deep inside of you with each snap of his hips. It's unrelenting and you have to catch yourself from begging for more.

You feel the fingers around your wrist tighten a bit as Asra's breathing speeds up behind you. You know that he's set on giving you as much painfully slow torture as he can manage himself, but you also know that potion is working against him. There's nothing he wants more than to let go and pound you into the mattress.

"Baby," you choke out, words bouncing along with your bodies. "I know you want to fuck me so good right now." Your voice is deep with seduction. "Please just fill me up like I know you want to." You finish your plea, watching his face with satisfaction. His eyes are darkened with desire. He takes just a few more strokes before slowly to a stop inside you.

"You asked for it," he warns. He only takes a moment to let go of your wrists and flips your body so you're facing him. He cages you in on either side and licks his lips as he stares into your eyes. His hungry mouth meets yours in a kiss full of fire. You can melt into it for only a second before you feel him grab your hips and pull you flush against him; Your cries drowned by his lips as he sets an erratic pace, skin meeting with loud slaps.

"Fucking hell," he groans, still kissing you between words. "You feel like heaven on earth. You're so hot, and I can feel your insides squeezing me." He explains, hot breath falling over your face. Your cheeks burn at his descriptions.

You loop your arms around his neck and press your chest into his. Your skin meets, shining with sweat and burning from love. Asra presses back, savoring the feeling of your nipples brushing against his.

You start to feel that familiar blossom of unreleased pleasure pool in your lower stomach. Asra's shaft is hitting you just right, sending jolts of satisfaction right to your core.

"Oh-" you stop and whine pleasantly when he shifts angles. "Fuck. Please yes, don't stop!" Your arms drop and nails dip into his biceps and you grit your teeth from the hot delight searing through your body.

"I couldn't even If i wanted to," Asra answers, words strained as his grasp on himself starts to crumble. His breath is leaving his lips in short pants now and you can almost see the resolve to hold on slip away before your eyes.

He falls into you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and thrusts into you with all of the strength he can muster. You bury your face in his neck and take hold of his hair. You can feel Asra's body shuddering to not let go.

You bring your lips to his ear and bite his lobe. "Won't you come for me sweetheart? Please empty yourself in me." You whisper.

Asra takes in a sharp breath and you hear him choke at your words. They were enough to push him over the edge and he rams into you with a low, strangled cry.

Your head falls back and your mouth opens in a silent scream as Asra lets himself go in you. Your legs shake violently of their own accord as you feel your orgasm wash over you, leaving your body in euphoric fire.

Asra's lips immediately find yours as you ride out your orgasms together. You kiss him passionately, all of your senses in overdrive. His kisses are soft, and sweet, a clear declaration of his love. Happiness rushes in like a flood as you enjoy the afterglow. After a minute Asra removes himself from you and joins you in laying down, sides still heaving from the activities.

"My dear, how I love you." He says with a smile, running his fingers in slow, soft circles on your stomach.

You turn on your side and look into his eyes. He looked content, and his cheeks were dimpled from his growing grin.

"I love you too," you return, hand falling into his. His skin was still warm. The two of you lay there for a while, out of breath and simply enjoying the presence of one another.

Eventually, Asra sits up and looks down at you with humor in his eyes. "Well, I think I can tell our buyer that we did an extensive review of his product and it does, in fact, work."

Your face breaks into a smile and you laugh at Asra's words. "Oh goodie, I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear all about it."

[wri0thesley]

nat! i know you've written a lot of "walking in on reader masturbating and moaning their name" headcanons for JoJo. can i ask for some with the Jujutsu Kaisen boys? (I don't know what your rules are for amount of people in JJK but maybe Gojo, Nanami, Getou and Toji? Sukuna and Mahito if you're feeling those too!)

oho anon, this is one of those tropes i can never get tired of writing

♡ Gojo probably knew what was going on before he even walked in on you. Very little slips by him, and even less slips past his Six Eyes; he’s probably noticed how your eyes seem to slide over him and then you perhaps wet your lip, shift a little. He’s used to being the subject of adoration; he finds the fact you obviously have a crush on him adorable. Alright, he hadn’t realised just how far your crush had gotten - but he’s cocky enough that he can’t blame you. Still. He makes a big deal about throwing open the door, opening his mouth as if to say something-- a smirk on his lips as you pull up the covers of your bed, embarrassment flooding your face. The door is closed behind him. He lifts his blindfold enough that you’re once again captivated by those eyes with their shifting galaxies and constellations - his mouth looks so inviting, and your body (so close to your release, and yet so far) gives a throb as if to say ‘you haven’t finished yet’. You don’t know if the fact that Gojo hasn’t said anything is a good thing or a bad thing, and you take a long, shuddering breath. 

His lips stretch into a grin. He moves towards you quickly, already pulling off his clothes - again, he’s cocky enough to think that you won’t say no. When he lands on your bed with a thump, he’s immediately caging your body underneath his, all bright, manic energy.

“Was I good in your head, doll? Because lemme tell you, it won’t compare at all to the genuine article--”

- ♡ -

♡ Nanami is a gentleman to the bone. He probably heard his name and opened the door, thinking you were calling for him - not expecting to see your eyes closed, your thighs pressed with your hands between them, your chest heaving. He actually panics a little at first; his first instinct is to close the door immediately, pretend this has never happened (and probably touch himself to the thought of it later, because he can already feel his body responding). It’s the sigh, the cant of your hips, the muffled whimper again of “Kento--” coming out of your mouth that makes him stay. He’s been hankering after you for months, never imagining that you’d feel the same way--

He clears his throat and your eyes snap open. There he is; the object of your fantasies, in his neat shirt and tie, removing his glasses and looking at you with those sharp, incrutable eyes. At first, you think he is going to chastise you for being so unprofessional. And then, he takes a step towards the bed, and then another. His eyes linger over your skin, and it feels as though Nanami is taking in more than just your sweaty, needy form. 

“I--I’m more than willing to help with that,” he says, eventually. “If you’re amenable.”

Oh. You sure are. 

- ♡ -

♡ Geto will be polite. He’s polite in a smug way, though - taking his time to look over your form before you notice he’s there. Like Gojo, he’d have seen you looking at him - encouraged it with a slow smile, a hand on your shoulder that perhaps lingered a little too long. He thought you would break for him eventually, but he never imagined that it would happen like this - not that he’s complaining.

You know he’s there because he murmurs your name, like he’s rolling something delicious in his mouth, like he’s savouring catching you like this. Still, never let it be said he isn’t chivalrous - when you go to apologise, already burning, Geto smiles at you indulgently. 

“You could have just asked,” he says to you, raising one perfect eyebrow. “Would you like to do that now?” Getou would like to hear you say it; wants it to spill from your lips the same way he just heard his name doing. If you don’t ask him, he probably will simply smile that inscrutable smile of his and leave. Thankfully, you choose the right option. You whimper out a soft plea for some assistance, now that you know that he’s pleased to have found you in this state--

“Ah,” he says, as he reaches a hand to his chin, cupping his face, tilting it to one side. “Good. If you’ll allow me - I can think of something that might feel better than your fingers--” 

- ♡ -

♡ Toji is going to make the most of this. Toji is utterly shameless - the thing that alerts you to his presence is a low laugh, cigarette-rough and whisky smooth. You immediately open your eyes, press your legs closer together, bite your lip - only for Toji to move closer towards you (not closing your door), like a wolf stalking a rabbit. He’s not just moving towards you like a predator - he’s looking at you like one, sizing you up, caressing every single inch of your body bared for him (he’s been doing that for months, imagining under your clothes - might as well get a fair look at the real thing). There’s that laugh again, when you hopelessly reach for the covers to tug them over yourself only to be stopped by one of Toji’s big hands. 

“Aww, no need to get shy now, sweetheart. I don’t mind lookin’ at ya.”

His hand on yours travels up your arm, sending sparks of fire through you - making your heart beat so fast you can barely breathe, making your mind short-circuit. He touches you more - palming at your chest, chuckling at how you lean into his touch unconsciously. The bed dips down under his weight and you make a soft noise of surprise that he thinks is the cutest fuckin’ thing he’s heard in an age. His other hand rests on your thigh, rough against your soft skin, looking so big on you that he can barely stand it--

“You gonna show me how wet ya got thinkin’ about me, huh?” 

- ♡ -

♡ Sukuna is another person . . . being . . . who will not be shameless at all that he’s caught you. Do not expect him to let you know that you’ve been caught in any way that sounds like or relates to the terms ‘tactfully’, ‘carefully’ or ‘quietly’. The minute Sukuna sees you doing that, his name on your lips like a prayer, you are going to find yourself pinned beneath all four arms, his massive size dwarfing you, his eyes running all over your prone body like he owns it.

He basically does, now. You’ve as good as expressed your devotion to him, and Sukuna expects devotion to be made good on. You’re his now, for better or for worse, so hopefully you really thought about it before you even started this whole thing. He won’t bother asking as he pulls a kiss from your mouth, teeth digging into your bottom lip, eyes hungry. 

“As pretty as this sight is, little morsel,” he says, his voice so deep that it makes your toes curl, your body clench around the fingers you almost definitely still have inside you because Sukuna was simply on you that quickly. “You should know that you don’t deserve any pleasure until mine’s been satisfied--”

- ♡ -

♡ Mahito will not make any attempt to be shamed about the position he’s found you in. Hell, you probably don’t even notice him until he’s right beside you and he’s bending over you, eyes wide, smile on his face. He’s fascinated by it, more than anything - the way your chest is heaving, the light sheen of sweat on your forehead, the way your teeth keep biting into your lower lip, the fan of your lashes against your cheeks - the impassioned murmurs of his name, sounding very pretty in your mouth--

You actually open your eyes and notice him because he touches you, unable to resist seeing if your skin feels any different (hotter, he notes). You moan even as you blink at him through syrupy eyelids - for a minute, you don’t register what’s even going on, because the moment that Mahito has found out touching you gets that kind of reaction, he’s going to enthusiastically touch you more, and this feels exactly like a scene from one of your fantasies.

You’re brought back to earth, and the fact that yes, the curse is really right there, and yes, his fingers are immediately heading southwards to see what kind of noises he can wrest from you there, by Mahito’s head tipping to the side as he asks you (with a hint of curiousity in his tone and a hint of wickedness);

“Are all humans this sensitive? Or are you just special?”

-  ♡ -

[thesunshinebunny]

Can I ask for the dorm leaders reacting to their S / O asking them to join them in the shower for the first time???

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, oooookkkk, I can see what you did there dear anon.

In my great humble imagination, I'd like to take a dip in the huge bathtub that Kalim surely has in Scarabia. Let me dream, I like to relax in big bathtubs with foam, bubbles, music and incense. Before we begin, I warn you that all characters are +18.

Let’s goooooooooooooo

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Riddle

Oh dear, you don't know what you just did.

It was a decent proposal to be honest, you just wanted to spend a quality moment with our Queen, but I think the smoke got into his head.

"Riddle, I'm going to take a shower, would you like to join me?"

Puff red as a tomato and about to explode.

You stared at him in disbelief, until you realized your words. Maybe Riddle wasn't ready for that big step.

You entered the bathroom alone, but not before asking for forgiveness.

Now you left Riddle alone with his thoughts, that's much worse.

Your intention was to take a short shower, but with the event that had just occurred, you were eating your head as the water ran down your body.

The longer it took you to get out, the more your anxiety ate you up inside. You would have panicked if you hadn't heard the door open and close almost inaudibly.

Riddle stepped into the shower, standing behind you and circling your waist.

"Please don't turn around, it's still too embarrassing for me, but I can't help but feel calm right now"

Neither of you spoke or moved the rest of the time you stayed in the shower, even forgetting to wash properly. But that 'mistake' was the beginning of multiple long shared showers.

Leona

The lazy lion here wasn’t in his plans to get into the water, much less shower. If you had asked getting into the lounge’s pool, maybe he would have considered it.

He just lay on his bed, about to fall asleep, not caring about your figure in the middle of the room. He didn't care that you were getting irritated every second.

"I don't have the need to bathe, go alone"

He heard you leave and thought he was going to sleep peacefully before you get out of the shower… until an impact on his head dislodged him.

You had thrown dirt all over his hair, spreading over his chest and the bed.

“Now you have a reason to shower. You're dirty"

I recommend you to run to the shower, because the look Leona gave you… I highly doubt that you will make it out alive.

Arriving at the threshold, Leona grabbed you by the legs, placing you on his shoulder and getting under the faucet.

This fucker turned on the shower without letting you remove your clothes first, ending up drenched.

"Ah, my mistake, I think you're a little wet. Let me take off your clothes"

The malicious smirk on his face didn’t give you confidence, and didn’t disappear even when you were both naked under the water.

“You have courage to fill me and my bed with dirt, did you want to take a shower? Now you are going to clean me"

Ah… worth it?

Azul

Did he hear you well? Do you want to take a shower with him?

Oh dear sea witch, help him, he is about to have a neurism.

Azul wasn’t against your proposal itself, he was very concerned about his physique.

And what if you don't like what you see? would you are disappointed? And if it disgusts you to look at him naked or semi naked?

Thousands of questions ran through his head, making it impossible for him to give you an answer. If you looked closely, you might even see smoke coming out of his ears from the gears in his head moving; even tears were threatening to leak out of his eyes.

You placed your hands on both sides of his face, "Come with me"

You guided him into the bathroom, placing him under the shower head. You let go of your octopus and turned on the hot water before he could say anything.

Both were burned by the touch of the hot water, even Azul wanted to get out of there, but you stopped him by wrapping your arms around him.

The warmth of your arms on his torso made his heart skip a beat. He never thought he was going to be able to have this kind of intimacy with you, and I'm not talking about nudity.

It was literally like being in the rain in the middle of the courtyard, but in solitude inside Azul's room ... rather in his bathroom ... with clothes that were beginning to cling to the body.

"Do you feel better? Do you think you're ready to take off your clothes and really give us a hot shower?"

Azul never said a yes so fast in his life.

Kalim

A shower? A simple shower? What is that? Kalim only knows how to take big baths in tubs that could be the size of a house.

Either way he said yes, don’t be alarmed.

Wasting no time, he led you to the bathroom in his room, which you could swear was the same dimensions as the bedroom, apart from being very resplendent.

Kalim was very respectful at all times, he gave you your time to undress, he wasn’t invasive and he turned around when you asked him and thus enter the water.

Our sun here took the trouble to decorate the bathtub when you weren't looking, now the whole place was decorated with incense and scented candles from the Land of Hot Sands.

Even if you walked carefully, you might come across a few gold coins on the marble floor of the tub.

All very beautiful, but I think I would be very overwhelmed with such extravagance. And that is also your case, it’s better to tell Kalim directly.

Like before, don't worry, Kalim would understand your feelings a 1000% and if closing your eyes for the entire bath time makes you feel better, then Kalim would be willing to snuggle you on his chest and wash your head himself.

He ’s a gentleman, what can I say.

But, if you feel comfortable with all that, then I advise you to start a bubble war. Who said bathing with your partner has to be serious?

"Take care of your bubble ammunition, you wouldn't want to be left with nothing and for me to tickle you"

You made a mess in the whole bathroom, be careful when you leave, there is soap and water everywhere.

Vil

Oh no no no, dear, no dear.

One does not shower with Vil, one BATHES with Vil.

Like Kalim, Vil takes his bath quite seriously. He needs to follow his skin routine very meticulously and for that he needs oils, essences and… other things that my poor ass couldn't buy all the time, even if I wanted to.

His bathtub is not as gigantic as Kalim's, but it is much larger than average.

If for any reason you are embarrassed to bathe naked, don't panic. Vil has exclusively for you a bathrobe that you can use in the water, and one for him too obviously.

Prepare for a full-body massage session. The oils are not for decoration, they are to soften the skin and Vil would give the best massages of your life, you cannot argue with me

By the way, you also wash your hair with an equally expensive shampoo. There is no middle ground here: either you take a simple shower in your bedroom, or you go big with Vil.

That reminds me, the moment you take the first bath with this Queen of beauty, you have just signed a contract (not one of Azul's) in which it stipulates that from now on, every day you will bathe with it, end of discussion.

Vil may at first have been a bit ecstatic to the idea of ​​you giving him massages with his special oil and washing his hair; he has a very meticulous routine that he adheres to to the letter and your inexperienced fingers would not do enough magic.

Buuut, nothing like a good class in the middle of the bathtub to give good results.

In summary, taking a bath with Vil is like having a full day at the Spa, completely free ... well, almost free 😉

Idia

Idia.exe stopped working.

Jokes aside, Idia stopped reacting for a few seconds, he didn't even remember to breathe.

I can't tell if Idia is one of that kind of weeb that doesn't bathe, I want to believe that he does, please make me believe that he does, I implore you

Taking a shower with Idia can be a bit… embarrassing, mostly on his part. He isn’t used to so much human contact and that you ask him for such a proposal, is to get out of his comfort zone.

Nor could I tell if, when in contact with water, Idia's hair would evaporate, like the scene in Hercules blowing Hades’s head XD.

If so, it would be a lot of fun to watch, but you would have to reassure him because he would surely be much more embarrassed.

If that's not the case, maybe he would be around as long as the intimacy last with red hair, someone at some point mentioned Idia with red hair and now I can't help but imagine it

Many caresses from your part, hugging his torso from behind. Like Riddle, he would surely not be prepared to look at you for the first time or for you to see him.

Trie to calm the waters by asking him about his new inventions.

Also avoids telling Ortho all this bamboleo. He is too pure for this type of situation, let's not fill his head with indecent images of his brother.

Malleus

What a peculiar proposal, but it will be honored without a doubt.

He may have asked Lilia for instructions to abide by your proposal as well as possible… and Big Bear Mama Lilia may have asked him thousands of questions about it, perhaps embarrassing him a bit, but we will never know.

I have a slight suspicion that Malleus has a very rococo-style bathroom, in dark colors, but not necessarily black and green, do you understand?

Did you know those old tubs, from the Marie Antoinette years? Well, Malleus has one. He also has a shower, but to be honest, I see Malleus as a passionate lover, so the shower wouldn’t be in the game.

But, if you feel uncomfortable with the bathtub because it seems too much or you can’t step in (because, let's face it, hardly a person enters in that marble piece of furniture) then Malleus has no problem using the shower.

Whatever your decision is, the moment will be magical, and I mean it very seriously.

Our dragon daddy here would invoke any kind of magic to make the evening more enjoyable, like the little lights that fly around when Malleus is about to appear or disappear.

I recommend you don’t go around telling your intentions of take a shower with Malleus, we know that a certain lemon green hair is hanging around the corridors and he wouldn’t hesitate to listen to a conversation that has his young master as it’s center.

An uncomfortable moment if Sebek enter the bathroom screaming as always, demanding an explanation as to why a simple human is bathing with his young master.

[sunwoo-hoo]

↣ the boyz reaction to s/o being shy /insecure 

 ↳ a/n: hello my darlings! we’re back with another reaction for tbz. this was requested by hanagkskgks. i’m so sorry for the wait! i hope you enjoy it. also, these reactions are canon to my as your boyfriend series! so i highly recommend reading those as well! please, if your under the age of 18 do not interact with the post. PS. all bodies are beautiful and you should never feel ashamed for being who you are. x o x o

↳ genre: flufffyyy + smutttyyy 

↳ warnings: stretch marks, pubic hair, dieting, reader with body insecurities

↳ requested? yes

↳ send me your requests here!

↳ word count: 2.8k what the actual fuck these are mini drabbles at this point

↳ the boyz x fem reader

「 Lee Sangyeon  」

you had only been dating for 3 months when you finally had sex with sangyeon for the first time

you had just walked through the dorms from another great date together after spending some much needed quality time 

“where is everyone?” you asked looking around the living room area not hearing the laughter and bickering like you usually did

“the guys all went to get some dinner together, it’ll just be us for a couple of hours.. is that okay?” he responded 

you were nervous to say the least, of course you and sangyeon have kissed many times, even made out but it never lasted longer than 10 minutes because the other members were around and you didn’t want to risk getting caught. 

in this moment it all started to feel very real, were you ready? could fully give yourself to sangyeon? yes, you loved him, tonight was going to be the night.

“it’s perfect” you whispered walking up to him wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a kiss on the lips. 

as you broke apart he smiled at you “baby we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. i want you to be comfortable” he observed

“no.. i want too. sangyeon i love you. i want this” you whispered he smiled as he grabbed your jawline tilting your head to give you another kiss. 

before you knew it you were in sangyeon’s room, him on top of you kissing your neck making his way down to your breast. he was about to pull off your shirt when you stopped him

“wait.. i-i’m nervous for you to see all of me..” you mumbled 

his eyes soften at you “you don’t have to be baby, your absolutely perfect in my eyes. nothing is going to change that” he promised 

when he finally took of your shirt he looked deeply in your eyes “you’re so beautiful” he whispered bending down to give you an eletricfying kiss before the long night ahead. 

「 Jacob Bae  」

sex was a new thing for you and jacob. having losing your virginity to each other you were still pretty nervous when it came to your body.

while jacob was more comfortable with his you still hadn’t quite matched his level even though to him you didn’t have a single flaw.

as you both were laying in bed watching t.v he started to trail long spicy kisses along the side of your neck making his down to your collarbone. you gently pushed him away

“jacob i’m sorry.. it’s not that i don’t want to it’s just that i don’t feel pretty” you mumbled not looking at his face

in retrospect it sounded ridiculous coming out of your mouth but you just couldn’t help the way you felt

he gave you a shock expression before he lightly grabbed your face to make you look at him

“baby, how can you say something like that? you’re beautiful in every way. in fact your way out of my league.” he reassured you grabbing your hand kissing the back of it

you smiled at his words as he continued 

“you have nothing to feel embarrassed about, i love everything about you. don’t ever forget that okay?” he said giving you a temple kiss

you leaned into his touch pulling him close so that you could continue to cuddle together.

「 Kim Younghoon  」

you were both equally shy when it came to showing your bodies for the first time to each other. 

there you were naked on the bed while younghoon was hovering over you.

you quickly covered your chest and closed your legs shut trying to cover as much as you could

“a-aren’t you gonna say anything?” you whispered not looking into his eyes out of nervousness 

“you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen in my life” he said turning your head to give you a passionate kiss

it was at the moment where all your troubles went away it wasn’t about your body not being good enough for younghoon

it was about the way he saw you and how you were everything he could possibly ask for

moving your hands away from your breast your arms made it’s way to his neck as you spread opened your legs

he gently aligned himself in your entrance slowly pushing his cock deep inside your pussy as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

「 Lee Hyunjae 」

you and hyunjae were on vlive when it all happend

your relationship had been public for six months even though you were technically together for over a year

for the most part deobi’s were happy for you and hyunjae but you couldn’t deny the negative comments you would see from time to time about not being pretty enough or good enough for him

at first you chose to ignore them but as time went on it started to drag you down mentally and emotionally and hyunjae started to take notice

during the vlive when deobi’s started to ask questions about your relationship you quickly saw the comment that read ‘hyunjae break up with [name] i’m so much better looking’

after of a couple of minutes you swiftly pulled hyunjae out of camera shot and quietly told him that you wanted to end the vlive

at first he looked at you confused until you told him what you had read

appearing back on the camera by himself he told deobi’s “deobi i want you to know that i’m extremely happy with [name] it always amazes me on how beautiful she is. of course deobi’s your beautiful as well but let’s all say how gorgeous [name] looks today.

soon enough comments were rolling in about how amazing you two looked together and how everyone was rooting for you two, giving you well wishes

you scooted your chair back in the camera view and bowed your head deeply in graditude telling deobi’s thank you as hyunjae laced his fingers into yours holding on tightly

「 Lee Juyeon 」

it was one of those weeks, everything was one big blur and you didn’t have time to do your personal self care like you usually did

it all happend during one night when you were getting ready for bed with juyeon when he decided that he wanted to have a little fun before sleeping

his hands stared to caress the side of your thighs making his way up to your hips as you were finishing your skincare routine in the bathroom

“juyeon… i don’t think it’s a great time to do that right now.” you whimpered as he was trailing hot kisses along your shoulder blade making his way to your neck from behind you

“hmm? why not? baby you look so gorgeous tonight you know i can’t resist you” he whispered against your ear “especially when your wear this..”

looking at yourself in the mirror you silently cursed at yourself when you decided to put on your lacy black night gown for the night

“it’s not that it’s just… this week has been so hectic i didn’t get a chance to shave.. you know..” you mumbled covering your face with your hands out of embarrassment

he gently turned you around so that you could face him

“baby you know i don’t care about that, you’re beautiful either way” he smirked as he picked you up placing you on the bathroom counter

he gently pulled down your panties kissing your inner thighs in the process making his way up to your core

it all happend so fast your brain couldn’t even register what happend in that swift moment until you felt juyeon’s tongue on your clit licking it lightly, obviously teasing you.

you moaned trying to reach for anything to grab until your hands found it’s way to juyeon’s hair pulling tightly as you started to feel your first orgasm of the night built up

「 Kevin Moon 」

you couldn’t believe it but it was right there in front of your eyes. as you were changing you couldn’t help but see the noticeable stretch marks that made an appearance in your inner thighs

you were all for body positivity but you couldn’t deny the fact that you felt a little insecure about the new additions to your body

as first you chose to ignore them pretending that they weren’t even there, when you started to wear more jeans and pants kevin started to take notice and become suspicious but he wasn’t sure what it was

one night when you and kevin were about to have sex is when he found out about your little secret

“kevin.. do you think that maybe we can turn off the lights tonight?” you asked

he looked at you confused it was an odd request considering you two would always have the light on when you had sex

“why babe? is something wrong?” he responded

“no nothing! or maybe it’s something! i don’t know.. just look” you rambled as you removed your blanket to show him your thighs

as kevin leaned closer to take a better look he smiled as he looked up at you

“is that it? their just stretch marks babe it’s no big deal, in fact i think it’s super cute it makes you look like a tiger” he said proudly tracing his fingers along them gently kissing the lines

you smiled looking down at kevin realizing you made a big deal out of nothing. regardless of any flaw you thought you had you always knew kevin would always have a way to make you feel irresistible 

「 Choi Chanhee 」

it all started from a doctor’s visit you were just having a regular checkup when the doctor decided that he wanted to measure your height and weight

when he told you had gain a couple of pounds you were a bit confused, you didn’t look any different, to you your body was as healthy as it could be

nevertheless you decided to go on a diet and chanhee quickly took notice when you started to skip a lot of meals

“love, why haven’t you been eating?” he wondered after another afternoon when you decided to skip lunch a third time this week

“oh well… i went to the doctor and they told me that i needed to lose some weight” you mumbled

chanhee gave you a confused look before responding “that’s ridiculous! there’s nothing wrong with your body! and even if you did gain weight your cheeks would just be more cuter to squish” he nearly shouted

calming himself down he continued “love, you don’t need to lose anything i love you just the way you are. promise me you won’t skip anymore meals?” he pleaded grabbing your hand

you smiled and nodded giving him a cheek kiss “i promise” you replied

「 Ji Changmin/Q 」

you loved everything about changmin to his smile, the way he made you feel, his charisma, even his high pitched dolphin screams you would hear on occasion. he was perfect in every way

you on the other hand sometimes felt a slight sense of insecurity being with changmin, your skin wasn’t always the clearest, your body wasn’t always the skinnest, hell sometimes you thought you were too short or too tall for him

you always thought idols dated models or actresses you were just a regular girl. why would changmin like you in the first place?

changmin took notice immediately when your personality start to shift after going public with your relationship

he decided to finally talk to you about it one night before going to bed

“sweetheart what’s wrong? ever since we’ve became public with our relationship i noticed you haven’t been the same. is everything okay?” he asked as he was playing with your fingers

sighing you hesistated before finally coming clean “it’s nothing it’s just… why are you with me q? there’s so much more prettier girls that you can easily have. i’m not good enough for you” you whispered tearing up finally breaking down after it being bottled up for so long

changmin let out a gasp covering his mouth before he answered you “[name]… i never want to hear you speaking like this about yourself ever again. i love you regardless of how you look, to me your perfect” he reassured grabbing your arm as he pulled you close to his chest giving you a head kiss

you nodded as changmin lifted your jaw and wiped your tears away from your face and leaned close giving you a soft kiss

「 Juhaknyeon 」

when it came to your body juhaknyeon had no problem praising it making you feel special 24/7 

you had manage to keep it a secret until he finally saw it the one insecurity that you hated the most about yourself

when you were in high school you had gotten a permanent scar on your stomach from a car accident 

over the years it eventually faded but it was still noticeable if you stared at your stomach long enough

you and juhakyeon were both getting undressed getting ready to shower together when he finally saw your scar

“hey baby what is that?” he pointed to your stomach noticing the small yet faded white scar on your abdomen 

you quickly turned around covering your scar feeling embarrassed

“it’s nothing! i don’t know what your talking about” you stammered 

“c’mon baby let me see” he asked as you hesitantly turned around removing your hands

“aww babe it’s just a scar, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about i have some as well” he told you as he showed you his faded scars from past dance practices 

he continued “it just makes you that much more unique and beautiful”

「 Kim Sunwoo 」

one thing you always loved about sunwoo was that he was not afraid to show others how he felt especially when it came to you

he had no problem giving you kisses and holding your hand in public even though sometimes you had to remind him to behave

you were both visiting your parents when your shyness got the better of you

your parents loved sunwoo to the point where they would call you and ask about him first seeing if he was okay or if he needed anything to sunwoo they were his second parents

it was a nice sunny day when your parents decided to have a BBQ lunch for the 4 of you and sunwoo couldn’t keep his hands off you as he was behind you grabbing your waist pulling you close answering your parents questions

“how are you treating my daughter these days sunwoo?” your dad asked

“like a princess sir, she deserves nothing but the best” he answered truthfully giving you a small kiss on the cheek

“that’s wonderful! that’s what we love to hear” your mother smiled brightly enjoying the small interaction between the two of you

when your parents went inside the house to get the plates and utensils you decide now was the chance to talk to sunwoo

“sunwoo i love you but we’re at my parents house I’m a little shy when your touching me in front of them like that…” you mumbled

you knew your parents didn’t mind the loving interaction between you and sunwoo but you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed and shy about the whole ordeal

“oh… i’m sorry baby i didn’t know i just wanted to show them how deeply in love I am with their daughter” he answered putting his hands in his pockets

you smiled up at him and leaned in to give him a passionate yet inviting kiss sunwoo instantly slid his hands behind your neck deepening the kiss

before the kiss got too heated you pulled apart and replied “they’ll be more of that later if you tone it done a little okay?”

he gave you a smile and winked “you can count on it”

「 Eric Sohn 」

being best friends with eric before you got into a relationship was one of the best decisions you could ever make

he already knew everything about you, what you liked, what you hated, what your favorite color was, what you loved to eat, etc.

you loved that there was no awkwardness between you two, or so you thought.

when you finally decided to have sex for the first time after a month of dating you were extremely nervous. you knew eric for most of your life. 

sure, he’d seen you in a bathing suit plenty of times but you were still partially clothed, it was at this moment when it hit you that he was about to see everything 

as eric was about to pull down your shorts you hesitantly stopped him 

“eric wait, what if... what if you don’t find me attractive?” you shakily said

he stopped and hovered over you before he answered “[name] i’ve loved you ever since we were kids, you are the most important person in my life. i’m always going to find you beautiful, you mean the world to me” he vowed 

in that moment you felt your cheeks become wet from the hushed tears that fell 

eric wiped your tears away with his thumb before leaning down giving you a kiss full of love 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* © sunwoo-hoo 2 0 2 1  ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[hmslusitania]

75+77 for buddie

75. Bed Sharing + 77. In Vino Veritas

I didn't mean to actually end up turning this into a ficlet but, uh, anyway here we are. I think it’s my penance for the fact I’ve had two prompts from you in my inbox for literal months that I haven’t gotten to yet 😬

tw: alcohol use. Nothing happens with it, there isn’t even drunken kissing, but they are drunk for this ficlet, because as the prompt says, there is truth in wine.

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The wedding goes off without a hitch.

Buck has never been happier to see Maddie happy. He’s done this one before – walked her down an aisle – but he likes this one so much better than the last time. He likes everything about this wedding better, from the groom (Chimney, of course) to the setting (a vineyard, with the entire attached villa rented out for the wedding party to stay at).

But the party’s wound down now. Mr and Mrs Lee are watching Jee-Yun, and Maddie and Chimney have been bundled off to the bridal suite, and the only people left in the main reception hall are Hen and Karen, slowly revolving in place together even though the music stopped maybe an hour ago.

All that’s left is for Buck to go find his room.

Of course, when he does, it’s full. Buck considers the scene before him, hands on his hips, and finally shakes his head. The three boys – Harry, Denny, Chris – have constructed a pillow fort out of all the bedding in Buck’s room and are sound asleep, still in their formal wear.

Buck’s phone looks a little blurry when he pulls it out to text Athena, Hen, and Eddie to let them know exactly where their boys are, and then he’s got to find somewhere else to sleep. He tiptoes past the kids to get his toothbrush from the bathroom, and as is so often the case, notices exactly how drunk he still is when he catches sight of his own face in the bathroom mirror.

He collects his toothbrush and talks himself down a little and then heads off to try and find somewhere to sleep that hasn’t been utterly ransacked by eleven-year-olds. He only makes it halfway down the hall before he stumbles into Eddie, who seems soberer than he is for all of three seconds before he starts plucking at Buck’s suspenders.

“You’re wearing suspenders,” Eddie announces, hooking his finger under one of the straps and letting it snap back against Buck’s chest.

“Yeah, it’s fancy,” Buck replies. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Chris, I was gonna check on Chris,” Eddie says. He plucks at Buck’s suspender again and giggles at the snapping sound it makes.

“Chris is good, they made a fort in my room,” Buck says. “So I was gonna sleep on the…”

He trails off when he realises he doesn’t actually have an endgame here.

“On the?” Eddie prompts.

Buck shrugs broadly, and with the amount of wine he’s had that night, it messes with his equilibrium enough that he tips backwards. It’s only Eddie’s fingers wrapped around his suspenders that keeps him from going over.

“On the other side of my bed,” Eddie says, and starts pulling him down the hallway. Buck can barely walk backward while he’s sober, so he’s very impressed by Eddie’s ability to do so now.

“Can I borrow your toothpaste?” Buck asks, because it is suddenly the most important thing in the world that he brush his teeth.

Eddie’s face goes deadly serious. “No,” he says. He lets go of one of Buck’s suspenders to open the door behind him and pulls him inside. “No, man, there’s a line in friendship and toothpaste is just—”

Before Buck can do more than tilt his head, confused, Eddie breaks and starts giggling again.

Buck’s never really seen him drunk before, he realises. And when he’s been tipsy, it’s been on beer. Wine-drunk is a whole different ballgame.

“No, of course you can use my toothpaste,” Eddie says. “Do you need to borrow my toothbrush, too?”

Buck holds his own up obligingly.

Brushing your teeth when you’re drunk and giggly and your best friend is also drunk and giggly and keeps bumping into you while trying to brush his own teeth turns out to be a challenge, but they somehow make it through and finally collapse on Eddie’s bed.

They start off in their full suits from the wedding, but after lying there for a few minutes, Buck sits up – ignoring the sudden surge of dizziness – and takes off his jacket so he can slip the suspenders down off his shoulders. He lays back down, spreading his arms out flat across the surface of the bed to try and get his head to stop spinning. A moment later, Eddie sits up and removes his already loose tie from around his neck and drops it off the edge of the bed, followed quickly by his jacket. When he lays back down, it’s on his side and Buck only notes that they forgot to turn the lights off when he realises he can see every detail of Eddie’s face while Eddie stares at him.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Eddie asks at something that is probably supposed to be a whisper.

“Yes, absolutely, please do,” Buck says.

“I love weddings,” Eddie says.

Buck grins at him, oddly endeared that this is a secret.

“Shh,” Eddie says, pressing a shushing finger to Buck’s lips.

Buck goes cross-eyed trying to see Eddie’s finger, and Eddie goes cross-eyed doing the same and then shakes himself.

“I mean, shh,” he says again, this time pressing the finger to his own lips.

Buck makes his best solemn, nodding face.

“Not – not the big ones? With the frilly white dresses and the bridezillas and the terrifying mothers-in-law and stuff,” Eddie says. “But the ones like this where – where you know the sky could fall down around everyone but it would be okay because the people getting married love each other so much.”

“It was nice,” Buck agrees. “Nicer than the last time Maddie got married, too. That was a big frilly dress wedding. I didn’t like that one.”

Eddie wrinkles his nose in distaste. “What about the other weddings you’ve been to?”

It’s hard to tilt his head sideways in confusion when Buck is already lying down but he gives it his best effort. “What other weddings?”

“The other weddings you’ve been to,” Eddie says, which is just the same thing he said before but in a statement instead of a question. “What were they like?”

“I haven’t been to other weddings,” Buck says.

Eddie gasps. “What?”

“The only weddings I’ve been to are Maddie’s,” Buck says.

Eddie doesn’t seem able to comprehend this. “What about your cousins and stuff, though?”

“Don’t have any,” Buck says.

Eddie makes a face at him like this is utterly unacceptable. “Well, when we get married, it’ll be like this. It’ll be nice.”

Buck’s heart does a full three-sixty in his chest. “Say that again?”

“Maybe not a vineyard? Like, somewhere – I don’t know, but I like this with everyone staying over, maybe like a cabin or something? I don’t know,” Eddie says.

“Eddie, we’re not dating,” Buck says.

The look Eddie gives him would be funny in any other circumstance except Buck is way too drunk to handle it right now.

“We’re not?” Eddie asks.

“No,” Buck says. And then, suddenly, he’s second guessing himself. “I don’t think we are, at least?”

“Well, that’s stupid,” Eddie replies. “We should be dating.”

“Obviously,” Buck agrees. “Probably, like, years ago.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “Duh.”

“Duh,” Buck echoes, and then bursts out laughing. When Eddie starts laughing again as well, Buck rolls over and tucks his head into Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie wraps and arm around him and Buck hooks a leg around one of Eddie’s.

They’re still entangled when the sun comes up.

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