#any excuse to use this reaction pic

[frogayyyy]

i love how they conveniently split up jim and spock in “all our yesterday’s”

writers: okay spock in this episode you’ve lost control of your emotions and you freely love and show affection etc

jim: 👀😳😏

writers: and jim you will be sent to alternate stuart english times and sentenced to death in a witch trial!

jim:

[solarsyrup]

you are such a funky guy go mustache boy go

[honeydazai]

୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ sending them suggestive pictures while they're at work

feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Fukuzawa, Fyodor, Sigma

content: nsfw, female reader, spanking, sexting, oral sxx, masturbation, semi public

It's not unusual for DAZAI to tap away on his phone during work hours, so no one — except for Kunikida, who still hasn't given up on glaring — pays it any mind when his smirk widens at his screen. What remains a secret, however, is that he's not looking at some funny tweet but instead at your tits, the blue lace of your bra making for a pleasant contrast in colour.

He's awfully smug about the whole ordeal, really; also, who is he not to play along? He definitely sends you not only some appreciative words back, but also a picture of his own, featuring either his hands — he does know that you're quite fond of his fingers, after all —, his face — because you can never complain about that! —, or his by now half-hard dick, pressing against his trousers, even though taking soft nudes borders on workplace indecency. Oh, and your pictures are definitely saved and stored away on his phone for later usage.

[new message from Dazai] “someone's needy, harassing me during work hours! just kidding bella!! you're so cute xx stunning too! how am i supposed to listen to kunikida any longer when you're so so pretty? :( ill call out sick, be there in 20 x”

CHŪYA really doesn't expect to see anything but a picture of a dog you saw outside or of a particularly pretty flower when he spares a brief glance at his phone during a Port Mafia meeting. It's already disrespectful, though he doesn't plan on anyone noticing the miniscule action — that is, until he all but chokes on his coffee at the photo of you, legs spread wide, two fingers deep inside of yourself, wearing not only his favourite lingerie set, but also one of his ties.

He tries hard to ignore the way everyone stares at him when he, all too abruptly, excuses himself to the bathroom, his face bright red. In the safety of a stall, he really can't do anything but shove his trousers to his knees, one hand immediately closing around his dick while he types your number into his phone with his free one — and while he might snap at you, oh so flustered, he's also so damn turned on that he can barely focus on anything but the sound of your voice and your photo.

“Fucking Hell, babe—, God, with how Mori was looking at me, I bet he knew what was up. Fuck—, send me another one, please, I'm so damn close, ah—”

Business meetings aren't RANPO'S favourite way to spend time. They're awfully boring, making him huff and sigh when he has to sit through them — though this one gets a lot more interesting the moment he clicks on a text message from you. He raises an eyebrow at the sight of your panties, pure lace and hiding not even the slightest bit just how wet you are, thighs glistening, though that's about all the physical reaction he's going to show. The fact that his dick strains against his trousers is no one's business.

He is, however, quick to text you back, amusement dripping from his messages, and if Fukuzawa wasn't already watching him with sharp eyes, he'd sneak away to the bathroom to call you. For now, you'll just have to do with sexting — this meeting is going to go on for a while, especially if he won't soon start contributing, and he's unfortunately got better things to do.

[new message from Ranpo] “having fun without me? youre so mean. at least send me more pics im dyin g here... maybw bend over or— ooo i know, we bought that toy a while ago, right? why don't you use that one for me, doll....”

FUKUZAWA sucks in a sharp breath the second his eyes fall onto your form clad in nothing but one of his yukatas, and even though he attempts to remain calm, he's already blushing, arousal churning low in his stomach. Really, he was just trying to take a miniscule break from all the paperwork he's facing — besides, the cat ringtone signaling your message did sound rather urgent! —, though now he's not certain whether he can focus on it again.

He ends up typing “This is most inappropriate.” in response, though he never sends it, instead replacing it with a “You look stunning.”, only to never send that one either. In the end, he just quits work a little earlier that day and hurries home faster than he'd ever want to admit, cheeks still flushed with arousal when he joins you in bed, immediately slotting himself between your pretty thighs, long fingers spreading your folds apart and into your cunt to prepare you — only to realise you've long done that yourself. How convenient. He might reprimand you a little afterwards, though both of you realise it's not to be taken seriously. When he's honest with himself, he rather liked that photo — and he'll definitely keep it.

“That was awfully inappropriate. Darling, you know I enjoy getting to hear from you during the day, and yet — what? I didn't mind you wearing my clothing in the slightest. I was worried about someone from the Agency seeing the picture. In fact, wear my clothes again whenever you feel like it. Please do. You looked quite irresistible.”

It's almost unfair just how seemingly unbothered FYODOR is. When checking his phone during a Decay of Angels meeting, aware that you know not to contact him except for important reasons, he merely glances at the photo lewdly depicting your raised skirt and the curve of your behind before putting it back into his pocket. Really, it's downright adorable that you're attempting to tease him — you should know better by now, darling.

While he doesn't bother with a response, he certainly makes sure to pay attention to you when he returns home. And, oh, the next time you want to toy with him, he sure hopes you remember this very moment, of you bent across his lap, his hand coming down ever so often on your butt, on the soft skin of your upper thighs, making you cry out with every slap. The marks, at least, will serve as a nice reminder, especially when you keep forgetting to thank him for every hit.

“There we go, dear. Ah, ah — don't cry now. This is what you wanted, is it not? My undivided attention — and you certainly have it, now. Which number were we on again? Tell me, darling, or we will have to start over, I'm afraid.”

The second SIGMA spares a quick glance at his phone, only to stumble upon a rather revealing picture you just sent him — and, God, 'rather revealing' is an understatement when he's able to see just how wet you are, thighs spread for the camera —, his face heats up significantly, earning him some odd looks from the other men he's currently in a meeting with. In a desperate attempt to regain professionalism, he clears his throat, trying to simply continue, but it's as if every thought has been erased from his mind and was replaced by you.

When getting home that evening, he's calmed down considerably, cheeks still warm with the memory of you being this bold, though his sudden calmness might just change when you expect him in that exact same position, legs wide apart, the smile on your face teasing — and who is he not to end up on his knees in front of you, tongue flattening against your cunt while both of you let out breathy moans? In the end, he's all but begging you to return the favour.

“Ah, God, I'm close. At least finish me off, please—, you were really cruel today, dear. Make it up to me? Please? Oh, fuck—”

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[444takeomi]

PIERCING HCS

: ̗̀➛ summary: waka with dick piercings

character(s): wakasa imaushi

warnings: female reader, nsfw, dick piercings (obvs), oral, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, sending nudes, brief mentions of alcohol

wc: 0.5k

a/n: idk what compelled me to write this but anyway, i hope you enjoy and happy birthday waka

- okay so first of all i think that waka’s first piercing (aside from his signature earring, of course) was purely the result of him losing a bet whilst he was drunk, and while that alone doesn't sound so bad, it turns out it was his dick that he had to get pierced

- even if at first he didn't see the appeal, he still decided to go through with it because he's petty like that ahaha

- after doing a little research he decided on a frenum piercing — minimal pain, it looks cool, it increases both his and his partner's pleasure, what's not to love?

- his overall experience wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be, of course it was still painful, but the aching subsided fairly quickly and the healing process was rather straightforward

- as often happens when it comes to getting pierced, waka found himself going back for another, and another again, and eventually he ended up with a full jacob's ladder

- he didn't stop there either, he also got a few others like an industrial, helix, and he definitely got his tongue pierced as well

- he absolutely hated healing his tongue purely because he couldn't drink any alcohol while it healed💀

- the first time you saw his dick you were in complete shock, your eyes glued to the metal bars adorning his shaft — waka certainly enjoyed your reaction, unable to stop himself from smirking in amusement at the look on your face

- if the sight alone wasn't enough to leave you at a loss for words, the way he fucked you had left you unable to even think straight let alone speak

- the feeling of the numerous metal balls dragging along your walls made your head spin, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he pounded your g-spot with every thrust, sending you towards an orgasm that had your toes curling as you gasped and creamed around his cock

- waka’s piercings definitely make him a lot more sensitive since he has so many of them, and it didn't take you long to figure that out — all it took was for you to run your tongue over his frenum piercing and he was putty in your hands

- he loves overstimulating himself, and if you're lucky you'll catch him whining desperately in your ear as he fucks you, he tries to hold back but it just feels so good </3

- waka is already so good at eating pussy but his tongue piercing just enhances everything, also he definitely owns one of those vibrating tongue bars and always asks if he can use it on you

- he loves to randomly send you nudes, to be honest it's mainly so that he has an excuse to show off his piercings💀

- but he genuinely takes the best dick pics, they always have great lighting and perfect angles, and not to mention his dick is ridiculously pretty too <3

- also enjoys mutual masturbation — likes to put on a show for you, stroking his dick tantalisingly slow all while gasping and throwing his head back as he fucks his own fist, and he will definitely tease you if he catches you staring

- probably asks to get matching piercings with you, and if you have any others already he loves playing with them when the two of you cuddle (providing they're fully healed ofc)

- overall waka’s piercings are a lot of fun for both him and you, and they certainly keep things interesting ahaha

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[milliesdiary]

𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐨𝐟; the bet between us

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭; after your parents find out about the bet between you and aemond, they rule out the idea of a possible marriage. you refuse to disgrace the family name by going against their wishes, though aemond makes a very tempting case. 

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭; pic 💗

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; of course aemond isn’t going to give up so easily… i hope you enjoy! :)

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒' 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐂.

“I thought she was to be betrothed to the Lannister’s son? Tyland, I believe. Or was it Lord Jason?” Your father inquires, a forkful of Brunswick stew raised halfway to his mouth.

“Tyland,” your mother corrects. “I mentioned the proposal to his father, but his son has already been sworn to one of Baratheon’s girls. A shame.”

You listen to all this while poking your vegetables around your plate in annoyance. They speak about it like you’re not even here. Maybe this is how it is for every girl your age — allowing their parents to set them up with whoever they see fit, without even asking for the bride-to-be’s opinion. Maybe they refuse to talk about it and just accept their duty.

You, however, are not like other women.

“That it is,” your father agrees. He gestures at you with his knife, his attention on you now. “House Lannister is a noble family. They are one of the wealthiest in all of the realm and possess a power that exceeds other houses among Westeros. They hold a seat at Casterly Rock as well. I wished to form political connections with the King.”

You have heard this all before. Your mother can sense your frustration at this topic, though she does not try to steer the conversation elsewhere. She has been very big on finding you a suitor, much to your distaste. 

“Do you have connections with any other Lords, perhaps?” she asks your father. “Any young men you can introduce to our daughter?”

“There are some I know of,” your father nods. You stare, waiting for him to make an excuse as to why they aren’t a good fit; maybe they’re too stupid, or cowardly, or aren’t husband material. Unfortunately, he says nothing else.

You decide to break your silence.

“No thanks,” you interrupt. “I would rather journey through the Seven Hells than marry a Lord. Or perhaps throw myself at a dragon. Either fate would be better than bedding a man who thinks he controls everyone, especially a Lannister.”

Your mother sets her cutlery down with a clang, a frown on her pretty lips; she’s about to scold you. You prepare for the onslaught. “We do not say such things, young lady. You should be grateful that your father and I have been trying so dutifully to find you a husband.”

You hold back a scoff at that, instead choosing to stuff your mouth with cooked carrots. “I would rather choose a husband myself, thank you very much.”

“If we were to allow you to do so, you would never get married — and stop speaking with your mouth full,” your mother reprimands. “How will you find a husband when you act so carelessly?”

Your father is not surprised by your actions. He knows you better than anyone else; after all, you might as well be a carbon copy of him, in both temperament and attitude. 

Instead of jumping to your mother’s defense, he wipes his mouth with the napkin that had been folded on his lap. “Do not fret too much, dear wife. Our daughter still has time to find a suitor. She has been enjoying sparring lately, which I believe keeps her out of trouble.”

You nod happily. At least he gets it.

“Though she has been making bets with that Targaryen boy,” your father adds.

You almost choke on a mouthful of your dinner; you quickly reach for your goblet and flush it down with multiple gulps of wine.

How does he know that? No one would dare tell him, would they? Shit, shit, shit. This is not good. Hesitantly, your gaze flits up to see your mother’s reaction.

She’s confused. “A Targaryen boy?”

“The prince,” your father says casually. He’s very calm. “The one-eye.”

Your mother’s expression instantly sours in distaste. Remaining nonchalant is difficult, especially when sweat starts to form on your palms. You avoid eye contact with her in the hopes that you won’t break apart. 

“And what bet are we speaking of?” Your mother prods, waiting eagerly for your father’s answer. Her food is long forgotten.

“As the rumors have said, I presume it was one where our daughter would have to kiss the prince if she lost the match.”

You sit up so fast that you knock over your half-empty goblet, the wine spilling everywhere. It makes your mother gasp. You jump out of your seat.

“Shit!” 

“Watch your tongue!” she snaps instantly. 

You stifle a glare at your mother’s scolding and snatch a napkin from the table, soaking up the burgundy liquid. Your father watches with a questioning look.

Of course there were rumors. If any of the men you beat at sparring overheard you and Aemond, they would have easily started to spread news of your gamble out of spite. Those bastards. 

You sink back into your seat, tossing the soiled napkin and avoiding the way your mother’s sharp gaze quickly settles on your face.

“Is that true? You were gallivanting with the…” She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should continue. “…The cripple?”

You would be furious at the way she described Aemond if you weren’t so terrified. You’re quiet for a couple seconds; something your mother does not appreciate. 

“Answer my question,” she demands. The subject is not going to be dropped; you resist the urge to bang your head on the table. 

“I was just…” you trail off. “I mean…”

Your parents are both just staring at you now; it’s time to piece yourself back together. To calm down. Letting out a breath, you force a shrug. “The bet is true, and the match took place, but I never kissed him. I won.”

The frown your mother wears doesn’t suit her. “Why were you sparring with the prince in the first place?” 

“I never said I liked it,” you groan. A lie. “I just knew I would beat him, so I thought it would be fun.”

Your mother is not happy regardless. “The unpleasant things I have heard about him. I warn you to stay away from—“

Your father cuts her off.

“Have faith. Our daughter is an excellent fighter,” he states sincerely. “Be that as it may, she would never give the Targaryen boy her attention. I can assure you that there was no kiss.”

His genuine trust in you brings feelings of guilt; he has no idea you’re lying.

You can remember the expression on Aemond’s face when you stole him into the alleyway, and the way his lips felt upon your own. That second kiss had lacked all softness. It wasn't polite in the slightest, wasn’t gentle: just panting breaths, as rough as a tempest with the woody scent of him, 

You especially remember the way you had drawn him in for more, and wanted to do some other things that shall not be spoken of… 

“Good. I do not want him to be a bad influence,” your mother says. She does not press the matter any further. 

Instead, she mentions an invitation your house had received. The Blacks requested that you all attend a dinner at Dragonstone later this week. The Greens will be there, she adds slowly, noticing how you perk up.

The only thing you can do now is nod, drown yourself in your plate, and then scurry off to your chambers.

Getting ready for the dinner was harder than you expected.

Your mother is a loving woman. She allows you to do what you want for the most part — but she is also quite elegant, insisting that you dress the same as her.

You must be ‘fit for occasions that call for it,’ she croons. It’s a bunch of bullshit, you think.

“I know you do not want to do this, sweet girl,” your mother sighs, holding up a lace gown. “If you will not do it for me, do it for the Gods.”

“The Gods? The Gods would never make me wear a dress.”

You argue with her the whole time she helps you get ready, turning your nose up at every dress and diamond necklace she brandishes. It’s a struggle that lasts for nearly an hour, and thankfully, she gives up at some point.

You end up in a dark tunic-like dress. It’s similar to what Aemond and Aegon wear, just a bit longer.

It stops below the knee and shows the black pants and boots you wear underneath. The fabric is more stiff and clean-shapen than a regular gown; it doesn’t flow in the wind. The shoulders are extended, and a braided chain is across the chest. Attached to it is a light gray cape that drapes over your back.

The outfit is sharp, serious, and fierce. 

It was something your father got for you during his time at war; it had belonged to the tyrant wife of a general he defeated. Apparently your mother had hidden it because it was too boyish for her liking.

It’s not girly per se, but prim enough that your mother is surprisingly satisfied. “You look like a queen,” she says proudly.

“A conqueror,” your father corrects. “A soldier.”

“Though a necklace and some earrings would do her some good.”

You refuse of course. Luckily, your mother doesn’t force you to wear a single piece of jewelry. She even allows you to do your hair as you want.

Despite it not being your choice of clothing, it was better than the flowy lilac dress she tried to put you in. You would never admit it, but you feel powerful walking into the palace on Dragonstone.

The second you and your parents step into the grand household, Rhaenyra greets you at the castle door instead of the knights. 

It feels like ages since you saw her last — despite it being only a few years or so — yet her face is the exact same somehow, as if aging did not suit her. Her silver hair is swept back into a braided crown, and the red and black dress she wears sparkles with tiny gems. It fits her perfectly and contrasts well with the ruby-gold necklace along her throat. A crooked smile upturns the corner of her lips; she appears pleased. 

Rhaenyra has never once judged you for being unladylike. If anything, she always encouraged it. It was something you appreciated to the greatest extent. 

With a soft expression, you dip your head in a respectful bow. “Princess.”

Her eyes light up at your sincere smile; are you really that grumpy all the time? Is it that rare?

“You look lovely,” Rhaenyra says gently, taking in your outfit. 

“Thank you, Princess,” you say bashfully. She then beckons over your parents from where they stand behind you, dressed in their best clothes. 

“Too much time has passed, Princess,” your father says, allowing a polite grin to dawn his face. Rhaenyra returns it with one of her own.

“That it has, General,” she agrees. “I must thank you for joining us. We are honored to have your family’s support.” 

“It is the least we could do. If anything, we thank you for the invitation,” your mother says gratefully. “Are the Greens here yet?” 

Rhaenyra gives a curt nod. The mention of the Greens make her face drop a bit, but she collects herself quite easily. She extends her arm for you to take as she turns on her heel to face the corridor. “Shall we proceed to dinner?”

Nodding, you accept her kind gesture and confidently stride alongside her, your parents trailing behind and admiring the palace’s decor. 

The dining room is just as you remember it when you walk in. 

Ribbons of amber and bronze from the evening sun filter through the window panes on every side of the room, flooding each nook and cranny with a warm glow. You catch sight of Jace, Luke, and Daemon already seated toward the middle of the table, along with Baela and Rhaena. 

Alicent and Otto sit across from them, busy in hushed conversation. Your attention then flicks over to Helaena and Aegon who are also at the table. Aegon offers you a lewd glance, giving you a filthy smirk; if he feels your disdain, he keeps it to himself. He would probably enjoy knowing you are disgusted with him — such a pervert. You have heard of his antics and want to stay as far from him as possible.

On the contrary, you receive the friendliest smile on earth from Helaena. You feel incredibly warm inside; she does not seem to be the type to judge.

Alicent then notices your presence and dips her head toward you in greeting, a small smile on her face, as well as Otto. They appear to be quite nice. No one comments on your clothing, despite it not matching the silks that the women in the room wear. 

Slowly, your parents lead you to take a seat — and then you see him.

Aemond is situated at the far end of the table, a confident air to him as he leans back in his chair. Cool, collected, and stoic as usual. 

He notices you. And you notice him quite easily as well, thanks to his bright hair.

It’s his greatest asset; as expected, it is dazzling white, pulled back into the usual half-up style. The silky strands cascade far past his collarbones, his black high-neck tunic standing out sharply in comparison. His wide chest pulls the shiny leather tight, fitted to his lean body. 

And his face… Why does he have to be so handsome? How could you have not noticed it until that day you kissed him? 

Aemond’s violet eye meets yours. You both give each other a long, intense stare, like a pair of wild animals who have been starved of one another’s presence. His profile flashes with a feral look; it reveals the dragon he truly is beyond that hardened exterior. 

You are both connected in a second, understanding each other in a way others do not. 

There is a rapid change in Aemond's demeanor then; it goes from something poised to one of interest. His eye scans you up and down, taking in your outfit, your hair, and the cape that is thrown over your shoulder. He appears fascinated as his attention zips back to your face. Your body feels impossibly hot. 

Courageously, you approach the chair next to him and take a seat. Your mother notices from her spot beside you; her face screws up, though she doesn’t make a sly remark. She’s suspicious. 

“My Lady,” Aemond says. His voice is deep, silky, and rich with his distinctive accent. Your stomach turns as a result. 

You inhale sharply and glance at him with that usual boldness of yours. You hold your chin high, allowing a smug grin to glide across your face. “My Prince,” you greet. “I suppose you knew I was coming?” 

“I did,” he says coolly. The tiniest smirk rests on his mouth. “You are not wearing the usual dress of a woman, I see.” Then, bringing his voice to almost a whisper, he adds, “That was part of our bet, was it not?” 

Damn it. You totally forgot. But honestly, you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Oh no,” you say sarcastically. “What a nightmare.”

Aemond exhales sharply to express his amusement. He fixes you with a serious look afterwards. “I expect you to uphold it one of these days.” 

“And I expect you to get off my back about it.” 

Aemond hums at that. He has never been bothered by your sharp words or snarky remarks; he knows you well enough to expect it. He even anticipates it. It’s a little game for him. “Do you not follow through with your promises?” 

“I do.” You pick up your fork to point it in his direction playfully. “But only when it benefits me.” 

Aemond gives a curt nod in acknowledgement. He seems humored. “I did not expect anything less.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You are stubborn,” Aemond says coolly. You can feel a heat climb up your cheeks — were you that headstrong? “A woman who does what she wants.”

He is provoking you, that eye studying your face to gauge your reaction. You refuse to give him one. 

“You speak as if you are not the same, My Prince. Have you forgotten that we are alike?” 

The words spark a sense of appreciation in Aemond. He turns his attention to his golden cup, lifting the edge to his mouth; but before he takes a sip, you catch his gaze flicker over to you. It looks like he’s fighting a smirk. 

“You have nothing to say to that, it seems,” you state triumphantly, tone full of mirth. “Have I cut out your tongue?”

“Hmm,” Aemond quietly hums, setting his goblet down. The whisper of a smile is on his face: scarcely present, virtually invisible. “From how I won the match, I would say that you wouldn’t have had the chance.”

The pride in his response is annoying. And even still… the mutual teasing is fun. It’s difficult to express any true anger. You roll your eyes, though the smile on your face doesn’t subside.

“A man in your place should consider himself lucky that his head is still on his body.” You make an effort to sound offended, but fail. “Does something humor you?” 

“You do.”

You almost reel away at his honesty. The way this man has always been able to catch you off guard should be a talent. 

Aemond analyzes your expression, the ends of his lips curled. You take the moment to scowl at him; people have told you that your frown has the power to frighten others into silence, so you pray this is one of those times. 

It isn’t. 

“Will we talk about the other day, or shall we pretend it never happened?” He suddenly asks. The randomness of the question takes you aback. 

You remain silent, chin raising to blink at Aemond dumbly while trying to think of a reply. He can sense your surprise, because his eye gleams with intrigue; he wants to know your feelings on the situation. 

The memory of your kiss with Aemond runs its rough fingers across your cheek, and you’re automatically embarrassed... yet eager. Interested to hear what he may think about it. 

That being said, you fearfully whip your head toward the others; everyone is too involved in their own conversations to hear you both. Slowly, you glance over at Aemond again. 

“What is there to say?” You bring your attention back to your meal and awkwardly move the meat around the plate. 

“Plenty.” 

The chair creaks as Aemond leans back in it; he rolls a silver strand of hair between his thumb and forefinger, waiting for your reply. He obviously wants you to broach the subject.

“My parents found out about the bet, and let me inform you: they would not accept the notion of us being together,” you shake your head. "They do not want me to—” 

“Court a serpent?” Aemond interrupts. 

He remembered what you said — it is a reference to how you called him a dragon that fateful day. He’s always been clever, recalling the smallest things. Perhaps he thinks of himself as one too; a fire-breathing creature, able to set even the largest cities ablaze and leave them to ashes. 

“If that is how you would like to put it.”

You watch Aemond’s lips twist in irritation. He turns his head to stare at the fireplace that burns across the room, deep in thought. 

Just when you think he is done speaking, he talks, his voice melodic.  

“Will you not fight it?” Aemond inquires. 

Your head spins in response to his question, causing your eyes to dart in his direction. He’s not looking at you though; his attention is still on the flames as they flicker, his expression cold. 

“I cannot,” you reply weakly. It hurts to even say it. “My family is too important to me. I must not go against their wishes.” 

Truthfully, you don’t know what else to say. It was unexpected for Aemond to ask if you were planning to turn on your parents.  

You debate saying that you are alright with the idea of being with him, despite not being the type to court someone or marry. That you would never think of anyone else the way you think of him. But you’re not sweet or open about your feelings, so the words are impossible to say. 

Aemond is compelled to glance at you. He has a menacing, dark gaze; the blood of the serpent runs in his veins. Maybe that’s why you always found him so much more alluring than any other man. 

“That is a shame,” Aemond says. He crosses his legs and places an arm on the table, tapping his fingers on the wood. Disinterest is laced in his tone. “I was hoping you would show them the same boldness that you have always shown me.” 

He is testing you. Taunting. 

You want so badly to hate him. Hate him for having an eye the color of violet blossoms and hair like silver diamonds. Hate him for his panther-like elegance and his deftness with a sword.

As much as you wish it, it is impossible. 

You scoff at Aemond, your frown hardening. “So I am to just run off with you? Is that it? I am not the type to do such a thing; you must not know me as well as you think, My Prince.” 

Aemond seems to consider that. You wouldn't know if he agrees because he has schooled his face to be expressionless. It gives away nothing. “Perhaps not.” 

He casts a glance across the table to ensure no one is looking. Then he slightly leans into your space. You breathe in his smoky, earthy scent; it’s an aphrodisiac. 

“You are the only person who has understood me, and I will tell you that I am the only person who will understand you,” Aemond murmurs. “Do you wish to be with someone who does not accept you for who you are? For the things you cannot be?” 

He’s right. Absolutely correct. You two share a connection, a bond flowing from one another. An understanding has always been between you two, hanging in the air. 

The case he’s making could not be more true. It’s terrifying to think about. 

What if your future husband hates your personality? Your behavior, your way of dressing? Would they try to force you to succumb to the stereotypical role of a woman? You don’t think you could handle that. 

A marriage with a man who does not tolerate you would be strained, no doubt about it. Worthy of the Seven Hells, even. The thought of it comes with a painful twist in the chest and a wince. 

“I do not,” you whisper. There’s an openness in his profile now. You decide to make the most of it. “But what shall I do, Aemond?” 

His expression softens at the mention of his name; the lack of an honorary title makes him feel closer to you. 

“Disobey,” Aemond says lowly. He ignores how you appear startled at his suggestion. “The day will come when you need them to respect you.”

“I could never—“

“I will propose the idea to my mother; advise her of the political benefits of a marriage between us. If there is to be a single person who may convince your family of a betrothal, it is her.” 

“...But do you love me?” you ask slowly. It is not in your nature to be so vulnerable, but the question has weighed heavily on your mind. Someone can have affections for another, but it does not always mean love; it can be infatuation, obsession, or lust. 

You want to know how he really feels. 

Aemond remains silent for a moment. It appears as if he is treading over his words, wondering if he should say them. Then, finally, he speaks. 

“I will never want to be married to anyone,” Aemond whispers. “Unless it shall be you as my wife.”

You nearly choke, both astonished and pleased by the answer. It is hard to ignore: Gods, he’s just so perfect. There’s a wild spark in his eye.

“I vow to serve you, to listen to you, to die for you if need be,” Aemond reassures gently. He means it. You can tell. 

“Do you think it would really work? Truly?” 

“I cannot make any promises. But I can give you my word that I will do my best.” 

You think it over: would it be worth it? How would your family react at the proposal? Your mother? Before you can reply, Aemond’s hand slinks under the table to rest on your knee. You almost jump.

His palm is warm upon your pants, the touch tender and graceful. It is not meant to be dirty, but it invokes filthy thoughts in your mind that you have to shake away. You grab at his wrist, the leather of his sleeve smooth against your fingers.

“Aemond—” 

“Let me know your answer,” Aemond starts, training his eye on you. When you don’t reject him, his grip on your leg tightens. “Whenever you are ready.”

In that moment, you come to a conclusion that maybe — just maybe — this issue can be resolved. The space between you can be filled. Aemond shares the same yearning; you can see it in him. 

Wanting each other but being unable to have that connection is not something you want to deal with forever. Aemond is the only one who has completely accepted your true self: the way you are unladylike, your crude remarks, your tough personality. 

Your expression must soften, because Aemond’s does in return.

And, for a moment, you think you might be ready. 

[oakparchment]

Blackpink reaction headcannon to you being in to feet

A/N: Personally, I can only get into the whole feet thing when they’re clean, pretty and pedicured; if you’re into it for the opposite reasons then my apologies, that content won’t be explored here. With that being said:

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Lisa

Lisa is indifferent about it. She struggles getting into feet-play and doesn’t really find it enjoyable. You went at it a few different ways to see if that would change her mind: you lying on the bed whilst she gives you a footjob, her on her hands and knees while you cradle her feet together and fuck the hole that it makes, one time she even tried stepping on you (yikes!) You eventually have a healthy discussion about it and find a compromise. Whenever you get to fuck her feet, she gets to have her ass ate. This might just seem like a win-win situation for you (it is), but Lisa just loves getting rimmed so much that she’ll find any excuse to have it done more. This may or may not have induced pavlovian conditioning. For Lisa, feet play was rewarded with getting her ass eaten. Say less.

Rose

You don’t need to bring it up with Rose cause she’s the one who initiated feet-play first. It’d start with an accidental graze of her foot on your crotch when you were on the couch watching tv. Then she’d return to touch you again a short while later but this time she’d leave her feet resting on your clothed dick. The contact and her implications in this situation had caused you to grow hard under her feet. She rubbed you all over, one thing led to another and before you knew it, you were thrusting up into her tight feetussy; neither of you paying any attention to what was playing on the screen. When she sends you nudes, she now always makes sure to include some feet pics. They’re always cute and well kept. Rose could be a foot model… if that’s a profession that exists.

Jennie

Laughs at you when you first bring it up but is happy to give it a go. Her very initial reaction is a bit mean but at the same time you understand. When you first try it she pretends she’s not into it but is actually really fucking turned on by how she can get you off with just her feet. She doesn’t need to use her pussy, her mouth, or even her hands. She can make you squirm with nothing but her feet, until you’re cumming all over them. It makes her feel dominant, powerful- like she’s a level above you. One time she came home from the gym and during your post-workout fuck, had started to touch you all over with her feet (let’s just say from head to toe she was a bit sweaty and not in ‘perfect model mode’). You told her to fuck off and get in the shower if she wanted to continue with that stuff. That put her back in her place a little. She rolled her eyes and groaned at your response, choosing to let it go and got on top to fuck you as normal... but then she showered after anyways and you guys went for round two (this time with feet-play on the table).

Jisoo

Thinks it’s kinda gross and off-putting. You tried warming her up to it; getting in the bath together and cleaning her feet for her, giving her a relaxing leg and foot massage, then finally getting her to rub your cock with her feet. She gave it a good go for a few minutes, but it’s just not her cup of tea (fair enough). You kissed her in appreciation and then turned her around and railed her into the bath as a thank you for trying. Unlike the feet-play, Jisoo’s moans bouncing off the bathroom tiles let you know that your cock pounding her pussy is definitely something that she was into.

A/N: I’m sorry not sorry about the ‘feetussy’ part HAHA. Thought it’d be funny to slip that in somewhere. Everyone go take care of your feet. They deserve to be treated well too (assuming you treat the rest of your body well).

[mirahuyooo]

Your Grace | myg

[Min Yoongi as a Duke]

— Unseathe your sword, warrior. You are home. in which, once upon a time, there lived a duke of the north and his wife

word count: 1,216 pairing: min yoongi x reader content/s: fluff, romance, angst, mentions of trauma from war, hurt/comfort, implied smut 👀 ambigous place names bc i can’t think much rn lol, possible nobility hierarchy inaccuracies (dont come at me, come after the manhwas i read lol), min yoongi as a husband in aNY AU IS A WIN, Historical Fantasy AU, Marriage of Convenience AU

[masterlist] | more [reactions & headcannons] &  [moodboards]

A/N: excuse me, i need something fluffy to get me through life rn 😭💖 also when people started calling these pics of yoongi as a duke, my brain went “haha, duke of the north male lead type of shii” and i just rolled with it lmAO AHWHAHHA i also thought to make some drabbles out of this AU! Let me know if y’all would like that?? Enjoy!

Also, send me ur headcannons for a duke min yoongi bc i’D LOVE to hear em 🤩💘✨

min yoongi, who is a young duke that took the title after his late father abdicates to travel the known world lol

min yoongi, who governs the coldest region of the kingdom (absolutely hates the climate, but loves his people)

min yoongi, who is a prodigy of the sword and one of the best swordmasters in the kingdom

min yoongi, who is renowned as a war hero that greatly contributed to winning the war against an enemy kingdom

min yoongi, who suffers from night terrors of the people he killed, of the people who betrayed him in battle, of all that blood and gore

min yoongi,  whose hands shake whenever he has to hold his blade, but knows he has to get ahold of himself to do his duties

min yoongi, who hates politics and is known to have a tongue as sharp as his sword in slandering nonsensical members of the court

“Frankly, I think this whole proposal of yours, Lord Lee, is a sham that I’m wasting my precious time on.”

min yoongi, who is very close with the crown prince, and thus, much to his chagrin, is one of his most trusted advisors that’s involved with even more politics and shenanigans

“No, I’m not helping you sneak out, Taehyung. We’re here as a foreign delegation—”

min yoongi, who definitely complains about all of the paperwork he has to do, but does so anyways (he does a fantastical job with it, thank you very much)

min yoongi, who spends a lot of his free time either sleeping, or reading in his enormous library to digest knowledge (he's a curious cat sometimes ok)

min yoongi, who is very much fond of tangerines and imports it whenever its in season (his mother used to peel them for him as a child)

min yoongi, who plays the old piano in the east wing whenever he can’t sleep and learns different music from all around the world, but always tends to play his mother’s lullaby

min yoongi, who is pressured to take a wife and is constantly flocked by lords intending to sell their daughters to him

min yoongi, who, to the shock of the entire court, offers marriage to the eldest daughter of a count to a fairly small province that hosted him during the war—you

min yoongi, who swears it’s only because your family wouldn’t have enough power to interfere with his and definitely not also because you were pretty and nice and helped him through a panic attack all those years ago

“I don’t know much about being a husband, but I do know how to be a man of my word, and I swear no harm will come your way.”

min yoongi who marries you on a beautiful summer day, because he thought it'd be nice for you to have a warm and bright wedding in the capital since you'll be living with him in the north where it's constantly foggy and the winters are harsh

min yoongi, who promises to make the wedding night as comfortable and as quick as he can for your sake (but why can't he help but crave for more?)

min yoongi, who is a pretty chill and attentive husband, actually

min yoongi, who made sure to arrange you lessons that'll help you adjust to your title as duchess in the north and in the social circle as well

min yoongi, who always does his best to eat his meals with you (it’s awkward, maybe you should strike a conversation or two?)

“I, uh, heard repairments are to be done on the east wing?”

“Oh, yes, actually. There’s also a new wainscotting design I saw on the capital that I thought would suit the wall so I thought it’d be perfect to have it done as well—”

(great job! you hit the perfect topic!)

min yoongi, who asks you if you’d like something whenever he has to make a visit to the capital and if you say nothing, he'll come back with something he probably consulted someone with—a new dress? a necklace? a popular novel? (damn it, someone help him out here!)

“Here… I, uh, heard it’s popular among the ladies at the capital…”

{gives you a dress in the rest popular fashion so you stay “updated to the trends” as he says it — regrets it, because youlookbeautifulohno—}

“Thank you, Yoongi,” you shyly smile, “It’s beautiful.”

(dead. he’s dead.)

min yoongi, who becomes furious to hear about the gossip surrounding you and goes into a rant about the pretentious idiots at court

“You are Duchess Min of the north. Do not let them slander you like that. Do not hesitate to remind them of what you represent. I gave you the same power as I have when I married you.”

min yoongi who attends every ball from that season on with you by his side to rub it in their faces that the duke of the north does care for his wife, thanks : ]

min yoongi, who was pleasantly surprised when you brought him peeled tangerines to snack on while he was buried under paperwork

“Would you… would you like some?”

min yoongi, who now also peels tangerines for you whenever you two idly hang out together

min yoongi, who finds it easier to sleep with you by his side, especially after you insisted to stay by him when he had a night terror

min yoongi, who likes to take a nap with his head on your lap because you tend to play with his hair when you think he's asleep (he falls asleep right after because of it aww)

min yoongi, who keeps his hair longer than usual because you said it suits him, and absolutely refuses to let others point out or touch his hair lol

“Your hair’s gotten longer, hyung—”

“Don’t. Touch.”

min yoongi, who beams with pride every time he hears the servants praise how well the lady of the house treats them and manages the household (he's also so, so glad he doesn't have to worry about that anymore)

min yoongi, whose heart melts seeing his people love their duchess and shower you both with praises whenever you make visits to the town

min yoongi, who takes horse rides with you around his territory and will never say a word of complaint even if he’s freezing his ass off (pls make him something warm after you two go back to the castle lol)

min yoongi, who always makes sure you stay warm after he heard you go down with a fever (just how many layers do you gotta wear now? jeez)

“While I appreciate your concern, Yoongi. I don’t think I’d need a third fur coat…”

“But—”

min yoongi, who asks you one night if you, at all, regret marrying him and finds himself anxiously waiting for your response

“I find myself very fortunate to have married a man like you, Yoongi. I don’t think I’ll ever regret it.”

min yoongi, who is very relieved and enamored to hear you shyly say that (his gummy smile is unstoppable, o h n o)

min yoongi, whose heart flutters as he smiles down at your sleeping figure after your late-night talk together

Perhaps, this is a better arrangement than I thought…

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 : @mwitsmejk @dreamamubarak @unknownwalkingobject @bloodline1632​

[imadethedevilapromiseagain]

List of icks:

-unprovoked dick pics

-any message that insinuates your reaction to my blog is my responsibility

~IE: “I was scrolling through your blog you need to help take care of what you did to me” or “you wanna see what your blog is doing to me” no actually.

-self deprecating statements off the rip

~IE: “I know I’m ugly but…” or “you’re so beautiful and I’m so ugly I shouldn’t expect a response” grow up I’m not about to bite what you’re fishing for go see a therapist.

-skipping regular human conversation and immediately trying to make it sexual. I don’t know you.

-any use of “hehe” or “teehee” are you 7?

-internet doms. Enough said.

-using your mental health as an excuse for your behavior. We are all adults here. Get the help you need or move on. After a certain age your mental health is fully your responsibility and your actions are aswell. None of us were hugged enough as children. That’s why we are on this god forsaken website.

-any sort of entitlement to my time and energy. Again. I don’t know you.

At the end of the day I’ve made it clear that I’m a hater above all else. And while I greatly appreciate my following and my mutuals. Some of y’all need a reality check.

[starryredpandawrites]

Catching a Prophet

Well, thank you everyone who’s contributed to the sudden influx of Sammy art flooding my feed. You’ve infected me. I’m still a few chapters away from being able to include him in my fic, “Born from the Same Ink,” so I decided to write this little thing for his birthday (even though I’m late). It’s inspired by @reanimationstation​ ‘s post batdr-au (particularly this post) and an adorable sketch my sister @tiredtrashpanda​ made of Sammy and toon Bendy fishing together based on the drawing in Joey’s apartment (BATIM). I would link her pic here but she never posted it.

Enjoy!

Sammy Lawrence had been sitting at the edge of a rickety pier with a fishing rod in his hands for over an hour and what did he have to show for his efforts? Exactly nothing. The same result he gained from years of piety and devotion dedicated to his Lord. 

He wasn’t sure what prompted him to take up one of the rods lying on the deserted pier (abandoned and alone, just like him). Now that the Ink Demon had chosen to take on such a weak and pitiful form, the self-proclaimed prophet had simply been searching for a proper place to reflect on his miserable life.

The edge of an endlessly deep pool of black water seemed to be the perfect location. However, his dark contemplation was interrupted when he noticed the first unused pole at his feet. After picking it up, he was surprised to discover it was a true fishing rod, complete with a proper reel, fishing line and hook.

Rather than casting himself into the inky abyss like he was previously considering, he decided instead to cast the hook to see if he would catch anything. Like everything he did to please his Lord, it was in vain. 

Frustrated and enraged, the musician was about to throw the useless thing into the water when he heard shoes clacking down the pier. 

Assuming the footsteps belonged to Henry or Allison, he kept the rod, planning on using it as an excuse to avoid whatever it was they were about to ask him to do. Was it too much to ask for his former coworkers to allow him to sulk in peace?

When the reason for his brooding came into view, he was unpleasantly surprised. 

Pie-cut eyes and a formerly glorious grin smiled at him as their owner watched him expectantly. 

Unwilling to dignify the fraud with a reaction, Sammy silently turned to stare at the spot where his fishing line disappeared into the inky waters, doing his best to appear completely occupied with his current activity. Usually, if he ignored the creature, it would leave of its own volition.

There was a thump to his left. Out of the side of his mask, he saw Bendy sitting beside him, swinging his feet cheerfully off the edge of the pier in a very undignified manner.

Sammy held in a groan. He was not in the mood for this. 

It was odd sitting so close to the former object of his worship. Just a few days ago he would have rejoiced and reveled in this blessed opportunity. Now it was nothing but an uncomfortable reminder of his Lord’s fall and the hopelessness of his situation. 

Mimicking the man at his side, the little devil picked up a fishing rod and held it over the water. 

It should have been a simple matter to continue ignoring the other being fishing at his side. Except, Sammy swiftly noticed that Bendy was doing it wrong. Not only was he holding the tool upside down, but the hook wasn’t even in the water! 

“That’s not how you hold it,” the musician said disdainfully, setting his useless pole to the side and instinctively reaching over to correct him.

Without any fuss other than a curious tilt of the head, the cartoon imp allowed the man to take the rod from his hands and teach him how to use it properly. 

Pointing out the different parts of the object, he explained their purposes, demonstrating how to properly grip it and how to release or reel in the fishing line.

“Take care while baiting your hook,” he cautioned, pointing out the jagged object at the end of the line. “While innocent in appearance, its devious design allows it to easily embed itself in your flesh. There it will remain until it is forcefully removed, which is often more painful and damaging than the initial wound.”

Not that he cared, Sammy reminded himself. Maybe a little pain would be good for his Lord. It would be nothing compared to the pain he experienced every day he was forced to live in this accursed prison he called a body. 

When the toon glanced around for something to bait his line with, the musician sighed and pulled out a can of bacon soup from his suspender pocket. 

A few minutes of coaching later, Bendy made a near-perfect cast with a chunk of bacon on his hook. The bacon and hook disappeared into the water with a soft plop. 

“Well done, my Lord!” he praised with a shocking amount of sincerity. 

The little devil beamed at him, eyes glittering with excitement. For a brief moment, Sammy forgot the resentment he held towards the other being. 

Snapping back to reality, the man distracted himself by reeling in his own rod, deciding to add some bait to his own hook. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t thought of doing so until now. Of course he wasn’t catching anything. Maybe the simple event of being in his Lord’s presence had triggered a flash of inspiration!

When Bendy once again went to copy his actions, Sammy stopped him. 

“It’s too soon to pull in the line,” the prophet explained. “Similar to how my Lord stalks his prey, this activity requires patience. You must wait until a lamb-er, a fish is attached to the line before reeling it in. You’ll know the doomed creature has fallen into your trap when-”

Bendy’s pole began to bend, flicking up and down while the toon watched in confused wonder. 

“-when that happens!” 

Immediately, Bendy began reeling in his catch as his companion cheered him on.

Eventually, a small, striped yellow fish burst from the ink, wriggling and fighting desperately against the fishing rod that held it captive. The muscles of its small body were no match for the hook pierced through its lip. 

When the imp eagerly reached out to grab the fish, Sammy blocked the action with an arm. 

“Careful, you could impale yourself on the hook. Allow me.”

Nimble fingers skillfully detached the critter from the line. He examined it closely, curious about a fish that could survive in this environment. Upon remembering a conversation he overheard between Audrey and Wilson’s ex-housekeeper, he divined the fish’s species. 

“I believe this is a ‘yellow perch,’” Sammy explained, offering it to Bendy. 

The toon excitedly snatched the poor thing from his grip. Clinging to his prize with both hands, he fixed it with an awestruck expression unbefitting the ruler of this realm. 

Unamused, the musician wiped the fish slime on his trousers, returning his attention to his own rod. 

“Now, it’s up to you to decide its fate,” Sammy explained with a disinterested wave. “You can eat it, if that is your desire. We can take it back to the kitchens and cook it there. It is rather small, so I’m not sure it would be worth it. If you are feeling merciful, you can release-”

Crunch 

The unexpected sound prompted Sammy to glance at Bendy just in time to witness him swallowing whatever was in his mouth. The fish was nowhere to be seen. 

The toon blinked at him with an innocent grin, then pointed at the bacon soup can by his side. 

Wordless, Sammy handed over the item and watched as the little demon dug out another piece of bacon to attach to his line. 

Perhaps his Lord was still in there somewhere. 

*Bonus scene I’m too tired to write out properly. 

They keep fishing. Bendy eats every fish he catches and Sammy either throws his catches back or gives them to the lil’ demon.

Eventually, the former musician starts whistling some tune he wrote/made-up. After a few seconds, a bunch of gilson fish float to the top of the lake/pool they’re at (probably the harbor from the first game). 

They both freeze in shock. Since Sammy stopped whistling, the gilson quickly recover and swim back underwater. 

Bendy loses his shit. He starts jumping up and down, then grabs Sammy by the strap of his overalls, pulls him to his level and frantically gestures at the water. 

Sammy gets the hint and starts whistling again. 

Sure enough, the gilson return and Bendy runs off to find something to pull in all those new tasty treats. Poor Sammy is stuck whistling until he comes back.

**Bonus bonus scene, Audrey and Henry yelling at Sammy for unintentionally drugging the little guy after he ate about 10-20 gilson (I imagine it would take a lot to knock out the Ink Demon, even in his toon form). 

Thank you so much for reading! This was my first time writing Sammy, so please let me know how I did! I would love to hear your feedback, especially since his arc is coming up soon in my main fic. 

[kapane-luyeshu]

on the matter of kenshin's

you know something i really would have loved to see?

kenshins having their own personality and ways of interaction

imagine how this could be used for character purposes or even just comedy

shindou crying at some point and maestro pulls a big handkerchief from his big ol' kenshin-sized pocket just to give it to him and shindou first reaction is to get startled by him, but you can see Maestro is genuinely worried and trying to help only for him to immediately turn around, looking at other kenshin like he is saying "which one of you did this to him?" without actually saying any words, just gesturing, and the other kenshin cowering away or even dissipating in fear

or maybe nishiki saying something stupid and musashi bonking the boy's head with the back of his sword, or even giving him a head pat when he does a good job which makes nishiki very happy cus it kinda reminds him of someoka when tenma really wants to train/play he makes that one face with pleading eyes when suddenly pegasus appears by his side making the same kind of face and is so uncanny to see such a big, menacing-looking guy doing that, but it shows how avatar and kenshin are similar in nature. the image of tenma saying the famous "sakka yarouze!" and pegasus suddenly appearing while screaming his signature WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO cus he is excited to play

maybe having lancelot refusing to obey tsurugi in one of those moments where he felt conflicted or in doubt, it would serve to show how it can be messy or even dangerous to not be in a good state of mind while trying to use a kenshin

shinsuke tries to reach something that is too high and Titanias summoning himself in the middle of nowhere just to gently pick it up for him and fade away immediately, which could happen anywhere outside of the field, imagine being in a library when someone suddenly invoques their jojo stand just to pic a book from the top shelf like O_O)??

i personally would love it if the kenshin were not able to speak, only able to communicate mentally with their avatars and make sounds such as the scream pegasus does everytime he is summoned, which would obligate them to emote a lot to show their own emotions, especially for kenshin that are more animal-based or have most of their faces covered such as lancelot or maestro.

i really want to draw that, i've been looking for an excuse to draw kenshin for a while and now I kinda have it fuck 〒▽〒

[rosewriteroyal]

KINGDOM REACTIONS:

ASS VS BOOBS VS THIGHS

DANN:

ASS

This man would die for your ass. Out in public, he'll have his hand placed on your ass, cuddled up in the dorm, laying in bed you name it, this man's hands won't leave your ass. During sex, this man would most likely adore you riding him, watching your ass bounce, he'd also adore Doggy style, just watching you take him while slapping your ass.

Arthur

Thighs

Thick thighs, this man is hooked. He will lay his head down on them, kiss them, squish them just all round love them. During sex, the man would litter you thoughts with hickeys, begging you to squish him between them, he would die while he's ate you out as long as he's clamped between those thighs he's winning in life.

Mujin

Boobs

This man screams using tits as pillows, any excuse he'd use his cuteness to get you to cuddle him while his face is planted between your tits, back hugs in the morning, leading to his hands just firmly placed on your chest, during sessions in the studio, writing and producing for their next comeback, he'd have you on his lap and he would foddle with yout tits while he worked (He would use them as stress balls). During sex, he would definitely ask for a titjob, watching his dick slide through your cleavage. He would snap a few pics of you covered in his come, if he could he'd have them as his wallpaper but idol rules and what not

Louis

Boob

Like his partner in crime, Louis would be obsessed with your tits. Face smoothed in them 24/7, if he had a tail it would be wagging non stop, he just loves them, especially covered in hickeys and come. Man, if seeing tits under a shirt was a turn on, seeing them used would be a bigger turn on. He 100% be into cow girls, so you walk into the bedroom dressed head to toe in a sexy cow costume, with your tits barely covered, he would be like a dog in heat, he would start sucking those nipples until they are bruised, he'd also live watching them bounce up and down while you ride him or watch them when you are under him. Un knowing to you he has a folder in his phone of just photos he's taken of your tits during sex.

Ivan

Thighs

This bunny is in love with your thigh, you wouldn't expect it but he would squeeze them when stressed, if your a idol aswell and your sitting next to him he would reach over and places his hand on your thighs, yes this may have caused a scandal but both of you didn't care. Unlike Arthur, Ivan isn't big on love bites of any kind, but he does love having his head crushed beneath them, he also loves subbing to you cause he gets to touch and feel your thigh around him.

Hwon

Ass

Baby loves your ass, any minute of the day, he'll be staring at it. Short skirts, sweatpants, shorts. If your an IDOL and preforming at a Music show ans your group had a sexy comeback, poor baby will be back stage blushing like crazy at what you where wearing, if the skirt is short enough that your ass is nearly showing, oh baby, he'll be running quickly to the bathroom to jack off. During sex, he would love doggy style as he can watch your ass, like Ivan he isn't one for marks but he will hold it while he came, he also likes to come over it, if you've ran out of condoms, he'll just come on your ass.

Jahan

Ass

Baby bear love your ass, waking up in the morning to you only in his shirt and panties, this man will slap your ass, innocently making breakfast and suddenly his hand as groping your ass while he kiss your neck. He also loves to (like Dann) hold it out in public, he'll just be walking around with his hand on your ass. He would also love fucking your ass, if anything he prefers it to your Pussy. He also loves watching your ride him and just having your ass in view at all times, eating you put, he has you faced forward so his face is near your ass, now he wouldn't eat your ass out though.

Chiwoo

Boobs

He likes to such on your boobs, it helps if you are born already lactating, he has a lactation kink but if not he still doesn't mind being your baby and sucking on your boobs everytime you cuddle while also kneading you other boob. He is a sub for you, so he likes it when you rid him so he can watch your tits bounce up and down. It's his biggest turn-on. He also likes being pegged so he gets entranced by your tits while you fuck into him all around this man is obsessed with boobs and tits and what to be your baby. He laps likes squeezing them when stressed.

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[bluebellofbakerstreet]

Bluebellofbakerstreet's 007Fest 2023 Finish Line Masterpost

15 point art:

GBBO, Q Works Late, James in Jamaica, Kilts!, Aston Martin, Bond on a motorcycle, Commander Bond, Renoir Bond, Location Graphics

10 point art:

Bond, Max Zorin, Eve, Felix, Three-Color Bond, Renoir Eve and all of the Miss Moneypenny Takes a Holiday pics.

5 point art:

Cat, Jaws, Blofeld, and all of the others are from the Children's Story/Rebus

5 point writing:

Skyfall for Kids

Meme/Manip:

Bond Bingo Graphics (2)

Other fan creations:

2048 Game

Scavenger Hunt Fills:

#6 Create a Bond-themed crossword. #23 Create a portrait of a Bond character using only Skittles, M&Ms, or similar small round colored candy.  #28 Find the Difference - Create an almost identical image and change a few things there (could be an edit or art). Tell us how many things have changed when you post it. #29 Solve someone's Find the Difference challenge (Can earn up to 3 times) Solved 3: by kitten-kin, anyawen and ate-the-bean #33 Complete a Bond themed crossword created by somebody else. (Can earn up to 3 times) Solved 3: 2 by kitten-kin and one by spiritofcamelot. #37 Create at least 5 Bond-themed rebus puzzles. #38 Design 3 outfits for a Bond character to be worn on 3 separate occassions.  #44 It's never too early to introduce James Bond to the next generation, although some of the content is too mature. And too long. Rewrite a Bond book or movie as a children's book. For extra points, record yourself reading it like a bedtime story to a child (Both story and read-aloud included.)

Prompt Sheet fills:

#11 Anything, and I do mean anything, about Max Zorin from A View to a Kill. He deserves more attention. #22 Flowers. Put them in a bouquet or in the park. In the garden or as a garden ornament. Put them in a painting or a china pattern. Boutonniere? Yes. Flowers. Gimme. (2nd picture) #25 ANY excuse to put Q in a kilt (and see James' reaction?) #40 Dance. Flailing arms? Okay. Ballroom waltz? Gimme. Line dancing? Sure. Bump and grind? Ayup. Gliding across the floor or stepping on toes, put it in my veins. #62 Bond in Jamaica and his little harem of stray cats who learn his fishing schedule or recognize his boat. #81 “Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting”  #155 Historical AU:  Regency?  Victorian?  Roman Gladiator James and  Emperor Q?  (2nd picture) #159 Something nautical; Bond is a naval Commander after all.  Maybe a navy AU? Pirate captain Bond?  A shipwreck?  A romantic sailing getaway? #179 Q and Bond have to go undercover at the GBBO. And to fully complete the mission…one of them must win. Bonus points if they’re investigating Paul Hollywood. #206 Q working late

Art Table fills:

Use a medium you don’t use often  Draw in a different style Ten-minute challenge  Use only three colors Free Space/Challenge Yourself  Draw in One Continuous Line Black and White Only No Lines Inspired by a Painting

Theme Days:

Festivities Day  Felix Friday Characters of Color Moneypenny Day

Events:

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Bond Bingo Discord 7/30

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Productivity Hours Discord 7/15 Productivity Hours Discord 7/16 Ato's Writing Sprints 7/20

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Anonymous Asks: "Could you maybe if I asked really nicely have pictures or descriptions of your ocs appearances cause I’m having trouble imagining them while reading your fics about them also if it’s not too much trouble could you also just write any nasty little sex head cannons for them. If not completely fine! Stay safe ❤️"

Oooh so all but two of the ocs I've written about have lil pics in my oc intro tag, Moon has drawn Zander a couple times (one with their oc/Z's spouse, Nik :3), and Lucky... uhhhh the best way I can describe him looking is kinda like Vinnie Jones 😂 I never know what to focus on in descriptions of how people look and little doodles and picrews can't fully do them justice, so if you have specific questions lmk :3

As for nasty lil sex headcanons >:3 gonna give you something for all of them so it'll be long and under the cut~

Zander

He's a complete switch verse, and very service oriented. All he wants is to make you happy. He'll forget completely about his own pleasure and is more than happy not to cum, as long as you're enjoying yourself. He's a god at oral, and has a major oral fixation. He'll suck on anything you give him and he'll take any excuse to get between your thighs. Generally he's amazing in bed because he's had So Much Practice catering to every kind of tastes.

Lee

He hasn't had much experience, but he's definitely eager. He's been 19 for a very long time and usually doesn't even have time to eat let alone do anything else. Which means he's very pent up when he eventually is in a position to have sex with someone. He can be a needy sub or a desperate dom, and either way he'll be a little bit feral about it because he hasn't cum in centuries. He's also interested in trying everything at least once!

Mavet

Mav desperately needs to turn their brain off, so when it comes to sex they just don't want to have to think too hard. This leads him to be a bit of a primal dom and a mindless sub. Anything that lets them stop thinking and get lost in the pleasure of being with their partner. He also loves to worship and praise his partner. Their main goal is to make sure you feel adored and special, because to Mav you are! He's definitely a softer dom.

Glitch

Rough tongue, barbed cock, and pointy fangs and claws. He's a catboy through and through! Not that he likes it, but it's just a fact. They're a rough, mean dom most of the time, especially because their desire tends to manifest as frustration and annoyance. If you can get them to sub for you, they're vocal and very pathetic. It takes a while to get him to let his guard down, but if you succeed (or piss them off enough) then the sex will be amazing.

Charles

I hope you like the most repressed lil freak in the world! Desire makes him feel almost as guilty as his hunger for blood. This means that when he finally snaps and gives into his desires, it's intense. As a dom, it's a lot of roughness and "punishing" you for making him snap like this. As a sub, it's lots of crying and apologising and guilt. You do have to deal with all the weird emotional repression and whatnot before and afterwards though. Good luck!

Lin

Dissection and sex are two sides of the same coin for him, and one frequently leads to another. While he can be a very cute, pathetic sub, he's a downright clinical dom. You're a specimen to him, something to be poked and prodded, to study your reactions and inspect you. His actual understanding of the language used around sex and whatnot are minimal, but he'll gladly indulge his and your fantasies whenever you want~

Etienne

Another one who gives amazing head! His injury leaves him with limited use of his legs and on his bad days he tends to experience erectly dysfunction. But there are so many more ways he knows to have fun with a partner (or multiple) that it doesn't make a difference to how good he is. He's up for anything if you can convince him it'll be fun! And honestly, there's nothing you can ask of him or do to him that'll surprise him, he's done just about everything.

Lucky

Lucky isn't as interested in sex as most of my guys. He's mostly interested in watching other people go at it, sometimes helping out if he's asked. But he's fond of groping and playing with people. Holding you in his lap and essentially using you as a stim toy. He'll absentmindedly use his hands on you, kiss you, grind against you. And if you catch him in the right mood or give him a good reason to fuck you, he's strong and rough.

Yofiel

The most notable thing about her (other than the way she'll make you feel like you've seen every face of god when y'all fuck) is that she looks beautiful at every moment. Seriously, they don't have a single bad angle, no matter how sweaty and messy and raw everything gets, they always look perfect. Not to mention every single touch from him reminds you that you're getting intimate with an angel, not just a mere human.

Yana

She's ace, and an exclusively dom sadist. Also she's stone. Don't you dare fucking touch her, just cry and let her beat you half to death. She's more into nonsexual kink, but if you really make it worth her while, she might consider touching you sexually. Specifically if she can use it to cause you more pain and/or discomfort. But really, that's all you're gonna get from her. And don't expect much in the way of aftercare either, she's straight up just an asshole.

Azza

Along with Etienne, he's your guy for intox stuff. You've gotta be okay with fucking outside though! Sure, he'll fuck in your house if he has to, but he definitely would rather find somewhere nice in nature. Predictably, he can get pretty animalistic. Primal stuff comes naturally to him. He's another switch verse, like almost all of my lil guys, and he's more than happy to take whatever role you want him to. He's all about the pleasure for both of you.

Aisling

Sex is one of the many things she finds fascinating about humans. It's so... weird and sticky and... honestly, she doesn't really understand it. But they're so down to try it! You've just gotta keep things novel and interesting for him or she'll get bored. But hey, that does mean he's up for anything! As long as it's new or fun or she can inspect you like a bug during it, she's happy. Though, admittedly, they have a fondness for hair pulling and biting.

Gin

Her favourite place to fuck is underwater, unsurprisingly. The fact that you can't breathe is a bonus! She's very fond of breathplay and fearplay~ She also has very sharp teeth and is a biter, and the taste of blood makes her a little feral. Generally, she's a good one to go to if you're into pain and fear and being toyed with like someone playing with their food. Don't be mistaken, though, there's no lack of passion from her. She's very vocal about being into you.

Missy

Physical touch isn't exactly... a thing she can do easily. If y'all can find a way around that, then things get easier! But if not... well, there's plenty of ways for you two to enjoy each other without touching. Mutual masturbation is one of their favourites. Or one of you ordering the other around, making each other do various sexy things for the other to watch. If you have a glove kink or any other sort of clothing kink, though, she's thrilled to oblige!

[cyber-celeste]

HEARTSLABYUL X GYARU S/O

Summary: Gyaru is a fashion style but i believe it can also influence the way you talk and act

Warnings: fem outfits and makeup implied but nowhere does it say that reader is female, i may also misinterpret characters a little

A/N: I am not a veteran gyaru i just love the style so please excuse me if i get anything wrong its also very short bc i finished this at 12:50am

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is kinda confused with the style itself

He can’t really tell if it’s against the rules or even if he doesn’t like it personally

Riddle will not judge them though because he is very much against it

He really isn’t into fashion but admires your makeup abilities and overall eye for fashion

It doesn’t matter what you look like to him he will not jump to conclusions

Once you two are dating he will actually get more curious about how you get ready everyday

With enough begging and pleading you could convince him to wear only the makeup (maybe the outfits if your lucky)

He thinks that your way of speech can be funny sometimes…

He really already doesn’t understand slang so gyaru slang (DO YOU CALL IT THAT???????) will be a real trouble for him

Riddle can be very caught off guard with how open you are

He if not very good with PDA and he doesn’t enjoy gossip (if you wanna call it that even)

He will often be very flustered and maybe even slightly annoyed if either of these keeps up

HE WILL ALWAYS GET OVER IT THOUGH DW

But in the end he loves you and no matter the way you dress or act it will never change how he feels about you

Trey Clover

He honestly doesn’t mind at all

Trey is very impressed in how you can stay in all the makeup, shoes and outfits all day

With some of the ways you act often reminds him of cater but not in like a bad way or anything he just makes the connection

He attempts to compliment you sometimes but like 40% he comes up with shitty ones like from the ghost bride event

He loves hearing you talk while he bakes for unbirthdays and don’t worry he always makes sure you know he’s listening with small questions and reactions

He would let you put makeup on him with little to no begging on your end but out right refuses to wear any gyaru outfit

Its not offense to the style he just doesn’t want to tear it or stretch it out (HE WILL SAY THIS IF YOU ARE BIGGER THAN HIM)

He really likes long acrylic nails its just the feeling of them he finds interesting

He honestly loves the way gyaru looks on you and he loves you so much

Cater Diamond

CATER DOES LITTLE OOTD VIDS OR PICS WITH YOU EVERYDAY ON HIS MAGICAM

He loves everything about gyaru and he will match with you everyday if you really wanted to

He actually enjoys the history of gyaru and really loves how it started

Cater will learn and do parapara with you any day of the week

He invites you over for sleepovers where you’ll do a bunch of gyaru makeup then do tons of skincare and watch movies

He actually enjoys a bunch of substyles and doesn’t just like kogal

Ace Trappola

Honestly he kinda didn’t like it at first just because he thought you were just straight up mean

HE ACTUALLY LEARNS THE YOU HAVE A PERSONALITY THOUGH SO DONT WORRY

He doesn’t really research it or go into that much but he will listen to you talk about it

He likes kogal and it kinda scared suprised by other substyles but gets used to it and maybe listens to why these styles were created

He refuses to wear any femmine gyaru but he’ll try gyaruo

Deuce Spade

He kinda thought you were a delinquent like him at first

Tried to help you until you understood what he mean’t and explained gyaru to him

He actually likes it a little but won’t try it out for himself because he tries to stay away from things that remind him of being a delinquent

He will try on the makeup once though

Deuce will defend you with his life from anyone who dares to be mean to you

[chefbeepo]

I don't have any excuses. You can chain me to a post and set me ablaze now 🥰

Feel free to use this as a reaction pic lmao

[minthe-lover]

Persy's r*** would be better if there was a scene where Apollo slips something into her drink imo. Because even though I don't think there is an excuse for what actually happened in the scene, Persy said yes to everything even to Apollo taking pics of her she said "oh okay".

Another thing that I hate is that Persy didn't have any reaction in a AOW way. It was a really stressful traumatic situation for her but she didn't do anything? She could stab Apollo with vines or grow tree through his chest.

Like Minthe gets turned into a plant for years by Persy for being annoying but Persy's r***st doesn't get any magical emotional reaction from Persy?

Did.... Did ya miss the main fucking point I made. Being raped isn't always a big agressive plan by the assulter, alot of the fucking time its just pushing someone in till they do say yes. Persephone only ever said yes to things AFTER Apollo started to do them, and when she did she did so passively.

Also... Like maybe I'm taking this a bit to personally but saying "Persephone rape could have been done better" after after a long answer that I gave ending in how much I relate and do feel represented by the scene that show sexual assult in a way that's often dismissed... Just feels really fucked up.

Proper consent requires a fully present enthusiastic yes BEFORE you do anything, and the moment someone says no even passively you stop fucking everything.

This idea that "oh well she said yes" or "oh she wasn't struggling so it wasn't really rape" is one that has been repeatedly used against sexual assult victims to screw them over. Persephone was having a freeze reaction to the trauma, it isn't always fight or flight. It's even shown that she's thinking that she'll just say there till he's gone and it's safe.

Like yeah 99% of the sa plot is completely and utter shit, including in that episode where her sa is used to push hades and her together but I will defend how the act itself is presented.

Again maybe I'm taking this... Way to personally but fuck this hit some nerves. So I'm sorry if this came of as more agressive.