#did any of that make a lick of sense? I guess you could say I'm still figuring out my Stance here

[redeyerhaenyra]

Konïg discovering his size kink

Summary: Konïg discovers how much he likes how big he is compared to you

Warnings: Guess what! Smut. It's just smut. Size kink (duh), Doggy, Google translate German (I'm sorry 😭), Konïg being a bit of a himbo, afab reader, there is one time at the end reader is referred to as a girl in German, but honestly there's no other mention of readers gender so I hope the nonbinary pals will also be able to enjoy :D, let me know if I've missed anything

Notes: Reader is written as smaller than Konïg but he's so huge that anyone of any size can enjoy this!

The way I'm always so ready to talk about size kink

Especially with Konïg omg!!!

6'10 giant he really is my King

Anyway

I think Konïg's size kink didn't actually manifest until you

Sure he's not blind, he knows how he towers over everyone else

But it's like, it was never a part of his sex life till he was having sex with you

Like it just never occurred to him

But then, with you, it suddenly all made sense

He had you in doggy, fucking you on his thick cock in deep, steady thrusts

In this position he'd a chance to really observe how much bigger he was than you

Normally, when you two fucked, he'd be so entranced watching your beautiful face he'd have no interest looking anywhere else

Oh but now.. now he could see

How the plush skin of you hips spilled between his big hands, how they were fully enveloped by them

How he could so easily pull you back and forth, spearing you on his cock like you were nothing more than a fleshlight

A low grunt caught in his throat, dick twitching as the realisation of oh, he liked how much bigger he was than you

He liked it very much

Konïg leaned over you, pulling you further into his lap as he squished his whole body around you

He's so all-consuming, every sense is filled with him and him alone

He moans open-mothed in your ear, and licks up your neck

"Scheiße, ich hatte nicht... nicht gemerkt, wie sehr ich deine Kleinheit mag, Schatzi. Do you like it too? Ja..ja.. das wette ich, ja.." (Fuck, I did not.. not realise, how much I liked your littleness, honey.. I bet you do..)

After you and he cum, he finally notices how hard your poor litle muschi tries to keep all his cum inside, but it just can't help to let some leak out and dribble down your thighs

Makes sure to give it a little soothing thankyou kiss

Takes a moment to tell your pussy how proud of it he is, taking such a big cock in such a little hole, such a trooper

Cuz like, I know his dick is big!!! I know it!!!!!

It's proportional, shall we say 😭 your cunny working overtime so Konïg makes sure to show his appreciation to it

"Mein Gott, ich weiß nicht wie du das machst, work so hard for me, all of your strength goes into fitting my dick inside you, ja? Ja.. because you're so little, my tiny, tiny mädchen.." (My god, I don't know how you do it)

[fandomxo00]

ok but imagine this: I can see your guilty as sin part 2

Logan has a free period, and you stop by to see him

prompt by @unboundprompts

You were walking down the hallway, coming out late from a class, your boots clanking against the hardwood floor. The smell of mildew was potent in the hallway but became a soothing aroma after a while. All of the rest of the doors in the academic hallway were closed, class in session. For you it was a free period, not needing to fill up your schedule with classes. But then you say the plaque that read, 'Professor Logan'. You licked your lips, now feeling daring with the knowledge that he wanted you.

That's all you needed for the flip to switched and you were going to start pursuing him. You also didn't know what you were doing by any measure, you were a virgin, and you'd only kissed one guy, one you didn't even like. But then he told you he could smell you; you took that as your cue to kiss him. You looked down at your skirt and pulled it up your waist and pulled down your shirt. Then leaning down to pull your socks up your calves before deciding to readjust it and pull one sock down again with your boot.

"I hear you." Logan croaked, you heard his footsteps as he walked across his classroom and leant across the door. "What are you doing?" He gave you a sexy smile, his eyes glowing with mischief, any resistance from the night before didn't appear on his face.

"I just wanted to talk to you about something."

"Go for it."

"Privately." You murmured, your doe eyes looking up at him and you felt your cunt slicken as his eyes moved up and down your body. You watched his jaw clench as he backs up from the door, moving his hand out. You shyly look down at your hands as you walk into the classroom like a sullen child.

"Got me alone, kid, now what do you want?" Logan urged, as you kept your back towards him, you felt his presence looming over your shoulder. Not quite close enough to feel his body heat or breath, but you imagined it, could hear his steady breathing.

"What did you mean last night?" You hummed, turning around just as he took a step forward. "Shouldn't have done that?" You quoted, a teasing quality in your voice.

"You're my student."

"I'm an adult." You retorted, pouting.

"Your barely legal, sunshine." Logan stepped forward at your sass, his hand coming up to your lips, his thumb rubbing against the sensitive flesh.

"Doesn't mean you don't want me." You pressed as your hand came to his forearm, feeling the coarse hair before trailing up his arm and grasping on to his firm bicep. Logan's woodsy musk filled your senses as his you looked up into his eyes. You felt your stomach flip at the underlying sadness hidden in his watercolor-like eyes, hues of very faint blues, greens and browns swirling together to paint what seemed to be a muddy pasture.

"I guess you're right, princess." Logan husked, his other hand coming up to your waist, tugging you into him. "But you gotta keep it a secret."

"My lips are sealed." You practically panted as you stared at his lips, before you knew it his lips were crushing yours. One of your hands went to his waist as his arms wrap around your hips to pull you up. Your tongue dipped into his mouth; his lips wet as you parted to take a breath before hotly pressing your lips to his.

"So fucking guilty, aren't you?" He grumbled against your mouth as he started moving you towards his desk. He lifted you up on the desk, as your hand came to the nape of his neck to pull him back to your mouth. Your hands move under his shirt, feeling his lower stomach before running over his abs as his tongue dove into your mouth, sucking on the muscle as his hands moved down to cup your ass in his hands.

"Guilty as sin. Coming after your teacher, letting me touch like a little whore." His voice gruffed out, his voice running down your spine and making you shiver, your mouth falling open in a wet moan that he captured with his mouth, growling as he ground his hips into your crotch.

"Never been touched, Logan." You revealed, as you watched his pupils dilate, his eyes growing dark with heat.

"What?" His mouth dropped open, it sounded like he'd just smoked a cigar, his voice was so raw.

"Want you so bad." You breathed. "Please fuck me."

"I can't do that." Logan murmured, his hands falling away from you. You reached towards his waist, your legs pulling him back into you.

"Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I don't know what I want." You croaked, as he stared down at you with a heated gaze. His hand landing on your cheek as his lips connected with yours in a frenzied kiss.

"You're so much fucking trouble, Y/n." Logan grunted, as his head moved into your neck, pecking his lips against the side of your neck down to your collarbone.

"Yeah, can I show you how much trouble I am." You mumbled out, your head tilting back as a soft moan leaves your lips.

Then the school bell rang, and you jolted up as Logan stepped away from you. Your eyes widened as you fixed yourself and scooted off the desk. He avoided your gaze, as he cleared your throat. "Better get going."

"Y-yeah. Bye Profes-."

"Logan." He corrected, your eyes meeting his, intensity between you as you licked your lips.

"Bye Logan."

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Omega Adam x Alpha Lucifer

What if:

What if Adam made his mask to help surpassed his heat cycles. It worked up until the fight when Lucifer broke it which caused his heat to start up.

I guess you could say someones fucked lol

Smut under the cut

Adam crawled out of the skylight, grunting from the pain he felt from the impact. "Okay, how many more of you freaks do I have to fight!?" He paused when he noticed his mask was broken, half of it missing from his face.

Oh no.

Maybe it would be okay? The half that was still there seemed to be working, the LEDs still glowing.

But the beginning of a cramp in his lower abdomen told him that no, it was not going to work. Adam wore his mask all of the time and hadn't had a heat cycle in years.

No, no, no, no, no, no, NO! NOT NOW! Not with HIM here, this fucking close!

"Oh I'm the only one that matters. You see, you mess with my daughter and now..." The wind blew a gust in Lucifer's direction and a sweet smell filled his nostrils. A smell he hadn't known for a very long time. "I'm going to fuck you!"

Everyone was silent as they looked at him confused and in horror.

"It's fuck you up, dad."

Another wave of that beautiful scent assaulted Lucifer's senses and yeah, he knew. "No sweetie, I mean that literally." Lucifer admitted his own power scent, as an alpha it was sure to make Adam stand down.

Adam could smell it and had to swallow a whimper. He forgot how good the devil smelled. "Stay away from me asshole!" He backed up when Lucifer got closer, another cramp hitting him. Adam knew he didn't have much time before basic instinct would take him over, it has been way too long since he's slept with an alpha.

Since earth with Eve.

Adam nearly moaned when Lucifer grabbed his wrist. They were gone in a flash of magic.

Charlie couldn't believe her eyes. "What the fuck just happened?"

Angel smirked. "Someone's getting a baby sibling!"

-

Adam was pinned to the bed, his mask fully gone now. All he could smell or feel was Lucifer on top of him, the devil licked at his neck over his sensitive scent glands making him shiver. "Fuck off!"

"Sweetheart, your mouth says one thing but your body..." Lucifer pressed his erection against the wetness of Adams clothed opening. "Says it missed me. I can make it good for you like I did in Eden." He rolled his hips making Adam squirm.

Fuck, Eden. The last time they fucked was right before Adam and Eve got kicked out of the garden.

"Do you want me to knot you again, darling? I could pump you so full of my seed I give you another baby. Would you like that? To have another child of mine?" He was referring to Cain, Cain was Adam and Lucifer's son.

Too far gone in his need and natural instinct, Adam's mind blanked out. That was all he heard.

Baby, baby, baby, he wants to give me a baby!

"Yes! Knot me Luci.~" He was practically vibrating and drooling with need.

Lucifer growled, liking the answer. Under a normal circumstance he'd tease Adam more, but it's been a long time since he himself got laid and he really wants to be inside of him again after all these fucking years.

He removed the tights that Adam wore under his robe and unzipped his own pants shoving them down. Lucifer didn't waste any time sinking himself into the awaiting wet heat.

They both moaned at the long awaited feeling. "How long has it been since you've been properly fucked through a heat, darling? Long time I'm betting."

"Ahhh! L-long time!" Adam withered and moaned like the bitch in heat he was, his senses getting overloaded with pleasure that only his alpha could give him.

"Did you ever try? Did you ever want to seek me out? I bet you would have fantasies about me." Because Lucifer certainly had fantasies about Adam.

Adam couldn't even think straight enough to answer, the cramps having died down all he could say was 'yes' wanting the knot that was so close to filling him. He'd say anything to get it in that moment.

"This time I get to keep you." Was all Lucifer said before he came deeply inside of Adam, knotting him. He placed a hand on Adam's lower belly, oh how he hoped he got pregnant. He'd never let him go this time.

Adam felt the relief that came with his own orgasm and the feeling of being filled with the king's release. Oh how he missed it.

They could deal with the consequences of their actions in the morning.

[toruro]

— ✧ the letter (smut)

description. you and minghao are really going to miss each other

tags. smut (18+), oral (f receiving), fluffy yummy cute

w/c. 1.3k

a/n. so fuck tumblr community labels i'm going to [redacted]. anyways the full story is here. i guess u could read this smut as a stand alone but it rly wouldn't make any sense.

“M-Ming—hao,” you whine, hands fisting the linen beneath you. A string of slick connects his mouth to your glistening folds, tethering him down to you even as he lifts his face. His eyes stare down at the slobbering mess between your legs, ignoring your soft chanting of his name before diving back down to close his mouth around your clit.

“Tastes so good,” he groans into you, hot breath fanning down on your folds as he licks fat stripes up and down into your cunt. One of his large hands reaches up and you instinctively guide it so that he can grasp one of your tits, squeezing tightly as your back arches into him.

“Fuck—Hao!” you cry out, when he peels his mouth away from you again. He looks up at you with heavy lidded eyes and a shiny wet chin and bright grin. “Was s’close … s’close,” you whimper, as he presses kisses on the inside of your thighs, licking and nipping at the soft flesh.

“I know baby, I know, but I wanna cum with you,” Minghao murmurs against your skin before crawling up onto his arms and over you. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses his lips against yours, sliding his tongue against yours fiercely.

Moaning at the taste of yourself, you wind your arms around his neck to pull his burning body flush against yours, grinding upwards in a determined mess to make sure the remnants of your almost-orgasm don’t ebb away.

You feel his hard length prodding against the inside of your thigh as Minghao shifts above you, adjusting his hands so they’re resting by your head when he finally pulls away, panting. Black hair sticking to his sweat-slick forehead, cheeks flushed, lips swollen—you don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing Minghao like this.

You gasp loudly when you feel his cock brush against your already sensitive folds, burying your face into the crook of his neck as he runs one hand up and down your body. “Spread your legs a little,” he mutters, tapping at your knee so that you raise your thighs so he can settle better between you.

You’re about to egg him on and tell him to speed it up but then Minghao is punching the air out of your lungs in one ruthless thrust, forcing his fat cock into you in one go.

You’re in such a haze right now, you almost forget that you’ll have to face your brother and parents in less than an hour. Minghao and Jun were, after all, going back to Korea today, but your pre-orgasmic state pushes away the nasty thought of having to say goodbye to your boyfriend and brother so soon after having them to yourself.

It wasn’t easy, of course—the first few months after you came back home from Korea with the title of being Minghao’s girlfriend hanging above your head. It was what he’d been most worried about, when he first asked you to make things official the night before you left.

“I know what I’m doing Minghao, trust me.”

And trust you, he did. He trusted you when you were kids, when he was just your brother’s best friend, when you called him (almost) every night, and he trusts you now, as he’s ramming his cock into you.

Gripping onto his back tightly, you lodge your bottom lip between your teeth as you feel the rough drag of Minghao’s cock against your walls when he pulls his hips back halfway before pounding himself back in.

“God, fuck—I’m gonna miss this so much,” he grunts, punctuating his last word with an especially harsh thrust that has your body lurching against the sheets.

“M-me too,” you gasp, forcing your eyes open so you can watch the way his neck is strained and eyes are dilated as Minghao looks down at you.

“Yeah?” Minghao chuckles between heavy breaths, using one hand to cup your jaw while the other goes down to pinch at your clit. The touch against your sensitive nub as your mouth goes wide as you whine into Minghao’s mouth, lips swallowing up your loud moans while he kisses you.

Tongue and teeth meet in a clashing mess as you struggle to hold onto your last bit of sanity, his rough movements against your clit now turning to more a sharp and calculated circular motion that has you clenching around his cock.

“Minghao, fuck—” Your curse is cut off by the obnoxious ringing of your phone from the nightstand. Minghao groans, stilling his movements while his cock is pressed balls deep inside of you as he reaches over and grabs it.

“Just hang up,” you instruct but Minghao sighs, holding it up to show you the caller ID. Rolling your eyes, you grab the phone and hold it up to ear as you try and calm down your erratic breaths.

“Jun, I’m kind of busy—”

“I don’t care. Just make sure you guys come in like the next hour,” Jun says into the phone before pausing. “Why are you breathing like—ew. Gross. Forget I ever called. Well, don’t forget what I said, but you get the point. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to vomit now.”

Your phone beeps before the call cuts and you throw it to the side, clutching Minghao’s face to smash his lips on yours. “You heard him,” you mumble into his lips. “We don’t have a lot of time …”

Minghao sighs heavily, pressing his forehead to yours when you pull your lips away and glance down at the wet mess where his cock slams into your cunt. You feel your orgasm creep up on you again, tickling your stomach and spreading through your bones as you begin to squirm beneath him.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you moan, starting to lift your hips weakly to meet his thrusts while Minghao presses wet kisses to your collarbone. Your skin feels like it’s on fire and every snap of his hips is sending you closer and closer to the edge until you feel his cock twitch inside of you, triggering the storm to clock in on you. “‘m cumming—fuck, Hao, feels s’good. Feel s‘full,” you mewl when his eyes finally meet yours and you let go.

Your limbs convulse in a haphazard mess as a long awaited orgasm racks through your body, the waves of pleasure only heightening when you feel Minghao’s thick spurts of cum shoot through your swollen cunt. He weakly thrusts into you for a few final moments until you’re both in a buzzing, overstimulated haze, his body going limp when he finally collapses on top of you.

“Do you think we have time for another—” Minghao begins to ask, lifting his head to look at you when you lightly smack a hand over his head.

“Minghao, this is our third round,” you groan when he slips out of you, rolling off of you so you have room to cool down.

“And? I’m not going to see you for at least another month,” he whines, squeezing your cheek from the side.

Pressing a kiss to the side of his cheek, you murmur, “I wish we could but you heard Jun. We need to shower, still …”

Minghao rolls his eyes, propping himself up on his arms, eyes flickering between you and the shower before smirking. “So … are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“You horndog,” you scoff, sitting up straight as Minghao gets up from the bed. He turns to you, an eyebrow raised.

“So is that a yes or a no?”

Giggling, you kick the covers off and follow after him. “Only if you’re quick with it.”

Minghao grabs your arm, yanking you close to him as you stumble into the bathroom. “I love you,” he murmurs, your tits pressing close to his chest.

“I love y—” The words melt on your tongue before they can be heard, Minghao’s mouth engulfing your breath.

You’ll really have to apologize to Jun for being late.

[companionjones]

Go Ahead

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Reader

Fandom: The Boys (Amazon Video)

Summary: This is a universe where you were in The Boys since the beginning, and Becca somehow survived after you found her. You've been harboring feelings for Billy for god knows how long. Then, Becca drops a bomb that you were in no way expecting.

Warnings: I guess this would be a harem???

It didn't make sense to you.

"Go ahead. It's okay. I promise." That's what Becca had said. And then she left the room. Like it was nothing. Like she hadn't just thrown an unpinned grenade into your entire world view.

You moved to look at Billy. He did the same to you, and actually gave you his best attempt at a smile. That was when infuriation won out of the roller coaster of emotions you were feeling. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Butcher's smile disappeared. He looked offended.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Butcher?!" you repeated, louder.

"Fuck's wrong with me? You're the one oo's yellin'!" Butcher was, in fact, also yelling.

"Eight years. Eight years we spend looking for her, and what? You want to jerk off with someone else, first chance you get?!"

Butcher was obviously confused out of his mind. "Fuckin--Did you not 'ear what Becca was talkin' about? This is not about gettin' me fucking rocks off!"

"Then what is it about?!" you shouted.

Billy yelled back, equally as angry, "It's about you and me finally gettin' a chance!"

You had nothing to say in response to that. Just like you had nothing to say during or after Becca's speech about how you somehow deserved happiness, and how she wasn't afraid to share. Tears welled up in your eyes.

It must've been Billy's first instinct to comfort you because he was across the room in a moment, ready to take you in his arms.

You stopped him before he could, though. Held up a hand to halt him in his tracks.

Billy took a step away from you. He held his hands up in surrender.

"You weren't lying, huh?" you commented, tears still prevalent. Before Billy could ask what you'd meant, you answered, "She's amazing."

He huffed out a laugh then, and nodded.

"I've just...It's been so long that I've convinced myself I didn't deserve it," you tried to explain.

He didn't understand. "Deserve what, l--"

"Happiness, Butcher." You couldn't help the twinge of annoyance from showing in your voice.

But Billy just smiled.

For some reason, that resulted in your tears spilling over. Your head fell.

Billy took that step toward you again. He used his thumb and forefinger to tilt your face up toward his.

He had that soft look in his eyes. The look you swore Butcher saved only for the people he lo--

No, don't think about that now.

You closed your eyes because you had only experienced his touch that gentle when time in the field had god really bad, and he had almost lost you.

Billy kissed you then.

You gasped and pulled away. You opened your eyes to find Billy's face an inch from yours. That grin was gone. His eyes held every bit of emotion that he'd held back for all those years.

You spent a moment more to look into his eyes, then you glanced down to his lips.

They ticked up for a second when you licked your own lips. Yours then did the same as his. The small smiles were gone as soon as they were there, and then you were kissing Billy Butcher.

You just pecked his lips at first, but you couldn't stop leaning into him. Soon enough, one of your hands were threaded through the hair on the back of his head, and your other was gripping onto his coat for dear life.

Butcher wasn't any less lost in you. The man was so lost that he lost his footing, and ended up backing you against a wall rather harshly.

He immediately broke from you. "You alright, love?"

You just smiled up at him. Your eyes felt brighter than you could ever remember. "Yeah. I'm good." You brought him in to kiss you again.

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[theflyindutchwoman]

Why do you think Tim kept his breakup with Ashely a “secret” from Lucy? Like why didn’t he want to tell her?

My guess is that, at first, he probably didn't want to talk about it. At all. Tim is already not the type of person to easily open up on the best of days, and this wasn't a good day. So I can see why he would not want to have this conversation, especially while he was at the hospital. There was no way to escape which put him in an extremely vulnerable position. Besides, he most likely needed time to process the break-up too. He was just waking up from a major surgery, still feeling the effects of the anesthesia, when Ashley decided to call it quits, and Lucy showed up a few hours later. It was too fresh. He needed some time for himself, to lick his wounds so to speak. On top of that, he was also having a moment with Lucy : it was the closest they got to normal since Vegas. I can understand the instinct to stay on safer topics and the desire to linger in that moment. Talking about the break-up could have made things awkward again, forced them to acknowledge the elephant in the room and honestly, I doubt he was ready for that.

As for later, once he was back at work… Well, the fact that they were at the station couldn't have helped… it's hardly the most private place. It's one thing to talk about personal matters in the shop : there's still a sense of privacy - despite the cameras. But at the station : decidedly not. Which brings us to the other issue : the first time he saw Lucy at work, she was laughing with Chris. Judging from the way he greeted them, it's clear that he shut down. This encounter just brought back so many things to the surface that he didn't want to deal with. Hence the extra grumpiness. There was a moment later in the episode, when he confronted Lucy in the bullpen : it looked like she was getting through to him. But he chickened out. And we come to the crux of the matter. Telling Lucy meant coming to terms with his feelings for her. He could no longer hide behind his "I'm with Ashley so I can't have feelings for Lucy" any longer. He was pining and was trying to hold on to his denial as long as possible. And there might have been a bit of fear in the mix. Because what if he tells her and that changes everything? Or what if he tells her and it doesn't change anything?

It is extremely telling that in the end, he did fess up, but only once Lucy admitted feeling like she had overstepped his boundaries. The scavenger hunt was her way of trying to reach out and cheer him up, despite not knowing why he was upset, and I think that a part of him actually enjoyed this little game between them. As the senior officer, he could have just ordered her to give him back his radio otherwise. But the second she became unsure, he told her about the break-up and promptly reassured her that she didn't overstep anything, that he was touched by her attention - and intention… And that's the irony : all this time, he didn't want to talk about it, only for him to practically treat it as an afterthought. In that moment, he was more focused on making sure Lucy knew how much he appreciated her gesture. I'll always be curious as to what he was going to say before Chris' interruption by the way. But in any case, his defeated posture when he saw Lucy leave with her boyfriend makes me believe that this was precisely why he was keeping it a secret.

And lastly, in terms of storytelling, it was a way to showcase how Tim and Lucy's dynamic was still a bit off-balance. They were tiptoeing around the other, and while they had made headway at the hospital, things were still awkward between them. At least, that's how I interpreted it :)

[smalltimidbean]

hi again! So I have a lot I wanna say following the anatomy post, as I'll be calling it, because even though it's fresh I read the whole thing and I'm glad we know more about the clones :D and also I assume now would be a good time to ask about because of how fresh it is. ANYWAYS let's get to it!

So I wanted to ask about these specific parts, and what I could tell from them:

To summarize, a clone bearing a toothy grin is threatening, and a clone sticking its tongue out/drooling/licking it lips is not threatening. This is the premise I worked under when I made this:

(In like, 2 minutes. I wonder if anyone can tell!)

As you can see, I added a few facial expressions that weren't mentioned l, and that I wonder their meaning in relation to what has already been stated. I think I can confidently predict what the first two mean, thanks to the fact that clones have made those facial expressions before. Though anyone is welcome to correct me if I'm wrong!

Closed-mouth and open-mouth smiles are not threats, unlike the toothy "smiles" which are. The quotation mark around "smile" in the original post(as well as a part of pep's toyhouse page(which didn't appear in the Tumblr post from several months past)) also indicate that the threatening smiles are not genuine, and so smiles without teeth are genuine expressions of joy.

The other one, though, seems to send somewhat mixed messages. That expression is saying both that "I am a threat" and "I am not a threat, " which when a applied to the only clone we ever see donning this face, Pep, is true. Though, whenever he smiles like that, it is genuine and not an attempt to threaten anyone. Is this because he's smiling at something or someone other than a fellow clone, and he knows that, in order to communicate the same emotion he has to make a different facial expression depending on if he's making it at clones on non-clones?

But uhh yeah :D hope this wasn't too long winded and that I made any sort of sense lol!

Yaya! I have a ton of clone info I wanna post, but I have been trying to figure out how/where to do that, so I might just unload it all here in chunks kjlfdkfg

Asking questions about clone stuff is alright, and it helps me figure out stuff, or point out if I have contradicted myself - which happens more than I would like kjfgkjfg

Although for these points, perhaps I spoke too broadly as this post was supposed to be on anatomy and not behaviour, but I guess I can't help myself kjdfgk - it is also why I did not mention other types of smile

But for clones there are genuine smiles, and there are threat 'smiles', like this;

Threat smiles are not expressions of joy, they are meant to convey 'I have teeth, and I will use them if you continue to upset me' or simply 'you are bothering me' if they are not showing teeth - whereas genuine smiles are just that, they are happy

If you add a tongue to a threat 'smile', it is still considered a threat due to other aspects like the eyes and stance etc, but more along the lines of either a submissive threat ('I am scared, please leave, or I will attack') or the clone is hungry ('I will eat you if approached, so back off for your own good') - but honestly it depends on the situation, sometimes clones already have their tongues out before threat 'smiling' and it ends up hanging out regardless dhfsdh

And yes, most of Pep's smiles have been genuine - there has been at least two with a threat 'smile' (both directed at or implied to be directed at Peppino) - but most of the time he is genuinely happy

It can be a bit confusing since clones are kinda animal, kinda people, so they get both that 'smiling is a threat' (animal side) and 'smiling is friendly' (people side) lfglgfd

When I make a post(s) on clone behaviours, I will be sure to make this more clear! But I still appreciate the questions!

[synchodai]

Live reactions of me watching Episode 5 under the cut. As you will notice, I'm easily impressed and turn into that Leo Dicaprio pointing gif every time a character I like is mentioned.

I love the "It's just meat" line from Ulf. It's great set-up for what's to come and how this whole war will hurt every Targaryen's legitimacy.

Hate the "Rhaenyra will answer for this" line from someone else. No one should be speaking treason that loudly so close to the Kingsguard.

They're peeling him! Love it.

"What would have me do?" Rhaenyra and Aegon both asking the question shows they're both puppets in the end. Neither have the strength and training to be a monarch.

YO CREGAN STARK MENTIONED! WINTER PREPPERS WE STAY WINNING!

Jace flying to Daemon makes sense. Him flying to the Twins instead because....it's too dangerous to go to Harrenhal????? Makes no sense.

YO BLACKWOOD-BRACKEN FEUD MENTIONED! RIVERCHADS WE STAY WINNING!

Daemon being like eeh, I guess you can torture our allies then. Hilarious.

Jeyne Arryn is reacting as she should.

"They betray their own smallness" is such a good line. Mizaya Suzuno is a treat every time she shows up on screen.

Rhaenyra not being taught "the difference between hilt and foible" makes no sense. If she was regular lady who had a very strict father, it would. But she had a rather permissive father who let her do pretty much as she pleased. If she wanted to, she could have learned as much as Arya or Brienne.

Baela finally having screentime? A minor miracle.

OH SO NOW THEY MENTION MELEYS IS THE FASTEST, HUH? (Again, I will keep saying that she could have and should have run away.)

Is that...Aemma??? OH NO IT'S ALYSSA.

How these scenes transition and cut seems more jarring than usual.

This "marital spat" lasting for four episodes seems unnecessary when the murder of a small child was forgotten in two.

Finally, calling out Aemond "for his lack of restraint." He should have been called out ever since he killed Luke.

Alicent makes a great point though. How can he be regent AND fight a war out there in the field???

Alicent having such strong emotions over being passed as regent.......why?

Why does Hugh get a family backstory added to his character and yet we've seen neither lick or hair of Nettles? Where is Nettles????

Costume department, please give Alicent more than two dresses.

YES FINALLY. THIS STORY IS ABOUT THE RIOTS. IT WILL BE THE SMALLFOLK THAT ULTIMATELY WIN THIS WAR AND KILL THE MOST DRAGONS

JASON LANNISTER MENTIONED! LANNATION WE STAY WINNING!

The Daemon will-he-won't-he-traitor is not fun to watch. It's been going on for too long and makes Rhaenyra's side of the war stagnant while the greens are making huge moves.

I don't remember Jace negotiating with the Freys in the book. Unlike in FaB, he was authorized by the queen to make the deals he did with Manderly, Arryn, and Stark. Here, he's completely rogue agent and any promises he makes to the Freys is....uh, questionable.

The purpose of this Frey negotiation scene perplexes me. My boy Jacaerys looks fabulous though. Keep serving, prince.

Alys saying "it's not war, it's a heinous crime" is...not my vibe. She exists in this society where they don't have the concept of humanely treating the enemy. What Daemon is doing to those who don't bend the knee is what is expected of a feudal warlord.

UUUUUUGH, Daemon going rogue agent is so self-sabotaging. This man is supposed to be a competent war veteran! He should know going alone is not the play. Aemond acting like this is believable because Aemond is a young man who's never seen war, but not Daemon.

At this point, Rhaenyra is taking as many Ls as Aegon, maybe even more. Why is everyone just standing around and talking at each other?! Your most important war asset died, where is the fire? Where is the urgency???

Why was Corlys not appointed the Hand from the very beginning?!

DID BAELA JUST REJECT HER INHERITANCE?? BULLSHIT. And she did it so casually too!!!! SHE HAS NO REASON TO DO IT. GIRL, INHERITING DRIFTMARK WOULD MAKE HER ONE THE RICHEST PEOPLE IN THE REALM WHAT IS GOING ON?

"I cannot send a raven for Daemon to disregard." Then why doesn't Rhaenyra go to Harrenhal????? She has a dragon, she can fly quicker than a random small councilman. What is going on with this war?

And now she just up and told a councilman who was already displeased with her and whose main reason for staying is his hatred of the Hightowers, "Oh yeah, Daemon might be raising his own faction. Anyways, you'll go to him and bring him back, won't you?" GIRL, DO YOU WANT PEOPLE TO DEFECT?

And the message she sends to Daemon is so feckless. Do you think that will convince anyone to come back?!

HOUR OF THE WOLF MENTIONED. WOLFERINAS WE STAY WINNING.

"Works of barbarity." YOU'RE ALL FEUDAL WARLORDS. YOU ALL BURN FIELDS AND SACK CHURCHES. WTF IS THIS GENEVA CONVENTION BS

"I have seen a share of their fights—" Then you should know the Brackens and Blackwoods do this to each other all the time! They burn each other's sacred places and kill their children. This isn't new! That's why the Riverlands is so poor despite its lands being so rich—because the lords keep sacking and tearing at each other's lands!!!! ARGH THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING

Oh thank god, please let it be a dream. It's a dream. Because lords and ladies saying this and coming in the middle of the night make no sense.

Helaena's one line this episode goes hard.

"Well, it was a long time ago." You tell her, Jace.

"And yet, I must wait here." ...you don't have to. This is such a manufactured conflict, especially when Rhaenyra already showed she can come and go to King's Landing unharmed.

"I'm proud of you" she tell her son who made a deal behind her back and disobeyed her orders. And she wonders why people circumvent her authority? Girl, WIELD YOUR AUTHORITY DAMN.

VERMITHOR AND SILVERWING MENTIONED.

"Valyrian histories, written to gild us in glory." YOU TELL HER, JACE.

Jace should be going, "Look at me mother, do I look like a Valyrian dragonlord to you?" Bham! Much more impactful and goes back to his main character conflict.

ugh, this was such a slow and frustrating episode. Worst of the season so far. High points are more Jace screentime (I just like looking at the actor stand in his costume — so beautiful and princely), the Jeyne Arryn appearance, and setting up the eventual riots. Low points are everything else.

[nandosango]

15 Questions for 15 People

Tagged by @dayeongi :) appreciate the curiosity~

Are you named after anyone?

Hm, no. My mom has an uncle with the same name, but he's not the reason for my name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Just this morning. It's been quite a month, but honestly I do cry easily.

3. Do you have kids?

It's only me and my OCs! And I plan on keeping it that way~ Love kids, but don't ever want to have my own. I'm actually terrified of the idea.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I took ballet and swimming lessons as a kid. Then capoeira and contemporary dance in high school, I also gave judo a try once. - I wanna try capoeira again.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes, but usually only around people I'm comfortable with.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Hmmm.... this might sound bad, but their looks. Clothes, hair, accessories, body shape, face features... That's just how my artist brain works, studying details to use later :9

7. What’s your eye color?

Brown~ (also turn gold when I'm blinded by the sun)

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Usually I would say only happy endings, but recently I've been learning to enjoy horror movies with my sister's help. So I guess both, depending on the mood and company.

9. Any talents?

I have great sense of direction. I can lick my elbow. I can walk without making any sounds (that scares people a lot, it's almost a curse at this point). I give great cafuné.

10. Where were you born?

Recife, Brazil~!

11. What are your hobbies?

Creating characters and redesigns~ Planning and arranging cute pages for my stories on Notion. Also rearranging the furniture around the house. Idk if it counts but little manual tasks to distract the mind, sudoku, dress up games, solitaire.

12. Do you have any pets?

No :( never had any because my siblings are allergic to everything.

13. How tall are you?

1,70m! :) - Not so fun fact: I have such bad scoliosis, I could have been 5cm taller.

14. Favorite subject in school?

I used to like history and biology. My art classes were history as well. And English classes were basically free period for me. But overall I did not like school :(

15. What is your dream job?

"I simply do not dream of labor." I wanna be paid to draw, write, read - create. I also enjoy working "behind the scenes" planning and decorating parties and events, and serving/helping people.

Let me tag -> @bee-zbub @sugutoad @dolce-tenebra-toscana @nyx-the-misthios @hoemine

[mariana-oconnor]

The Devil's Foot pt 2

I have been contemplating this one a bit. And so far the only person who has given us any information about this is Mortimer. We only have his word what happened that night. We only have his word that he and his siblings had resolved their financial differences. He was still living in lodgings when they had the family property, it seems.

And it seems like it was all his friend's idea to get Holmes involved.

So maybe I should be more suspicious of him.

But he did agree to come to Holmes, although it would be really difficult to say no at that point.

So absorbed was he in his thoughts, I remember, that he stumbled over the watering-pot, upset its contents, and deluged both our feet and the garden path.

Was this deliberate, or is it just flavour text? I'm not sure what he could get from spilling the watering can. Unless he thinks the water is poisoned and he wants to see what effect the spilled water has on the plants around it. Like, if they die, definitely poison.

Good thing the guy from the last story isn't around to start kissing floors and licking boots again.

Her employers had all been in excellent spirits lately, and she had never known them more cheerful and prosperous.

This absolutely sounds like them being lulled into a false sense of security. Or a reason for jealousy.

She had, when she recovered, thrown open the window to let the morning air in.

So if the poison was airborne, she would have dissipated it, then.

(It's in the candles)

Fish candles, the Discworld fan in me wants to say.

“I think, Watson, that I shall resume that course of tobacco-poisoning which you have so often and so justly condemned,” said he.

The repeated and consistent acknowledgement in these stories that smoking is bad for you kind of blows my mind every time. Even though I know.

“Let us get a firm grip of the very little which we do know, so that when fresh facts arise we may be ready to fit them into their places. I take it, in the first place, that neither of us is prepared to admit diabolical intrusions into the affairs of men."

What, no devils or demons? And I was getting my hopes up.

"That is firm ground. Now, when did this occur? Evidently, assuming his narrative to be true, it was immediately after Mr. Mortimer Tregennis had left the room."

This does rather contradict my idea of a slow-acting aerosolised poison released by the burning of the candles, certainly. Because Mortimer was in there for at least some of the evening, so you'd expect him to have had some kind of a dose, or he would have had to swap out the candles before he left and then the new poison candles would have to act very quickly.

It's more likely to not be in the candles, then. I guess.

Something only the other three imbibed or ate or touched. But even then how does it work so quickly. Maybe he pours them something to drink as a toast before he goes and laces it with something (or someone else comes and does that).

"Knowing my methods as you do, you were, of course, conscious of the somewhat clumsy water-pot expedient by which I obtained a clearer impress of his foot than might otherwise have been possible."

Ah, okay. That makes sense. No poison water.

"It is difficult to imagine, then, how an outsider could have made so terrible an impression upon the company, nor have we found any possible motive for so strange and elaborate an attempt."

Glass notoriously reflects things. How sure are you that the thing he was seeing was outside?

Perhaps the face is coming from inside the house. Or perhaps there was no face and his brother just thought of something unpleasant and then tried to cover it up.

Or perhaps this is all a mere fabrication of Mortimer's to throw people off the scent.

"Neither of us needed to be told who that visitor was. The huge body, the craggy and deeply seamed face with the fierce eyes and hawk-like nose, the grizzled hair which nearly brushed our cottage ceiling, the beard—golden at the fringes and white near the lips, save for the nicotine stain from his perpetual cigar—all these were as well known in London as in Africa, and could only be associated with the tremendous personality of Dr. Leon Sterndale, the great lion-hunter and explorer."

Whomst?

"My only claim to being taken into your confidence is that during my many residences here I have come to know this family of Tregennis very well—indeed, upon my Cornish mother's side I could call them cousins—and their strange fate has naturally been a great shock to me."

A suspect? A new suspect?

So Holmes naturally interrogates him to find out if he was in the area at the time and how he knows about any of this.

The vicar really likes to talk, it seems. Although I suppose passing on news of the death of a relative and the sudden illness? of two others might be considered reasonable.

“He is deeply interested.”

Who inherits the property now? Lion man or Mortimer?

Follow the money. If in doubt always follow the money.

"Cheer up, Watson, for I am very sure that our material has not yet all come to hand. When it does we may soon leave our difficulties behind us.” Little did I think how soon the words of Holmes would be realized, or how strange and sinister would be that new development which opened up an entirely fresh line of investigation.

So someone else is dead then. But who? Mortimer? Lion man? The Babbling Vicar? The housekeeper?

Not the vicar, clearly as he is doing his narrative duty of gossip by bringing the news.

“Mr. Mortimer Tregennis died during the night, and with exactly the same symptoms as the rest of his family.”

Alas, poor Mortimer, I'm sorry I suspected you.

My guess is that Lion man left poison candles/cards/brandy around when he visited them so he could be far away when they died and have an alibi, but he wasn't expecting to have to get Mortmer separately. (Maybe Mortimer wasn't drinking? Or maybe he just left before the effects could set in).

This might partly be due to the fact that a lamp stood flaring and smoking on the centre table.

Look, Watson keeps drawing attention to the light sources in these places. I'm not going crazy. It's in the candles and the oil lamp.

In the bedroom he made a rapid cast around and ended by throwing open the window...

And people keep opening windows. Airborne poison.

Then he rushed down the stair, out through the open window, threw himself upon his face on the lawn...

Every detective needs their allotted floor time. It is imperative.

He had bought a lamp which was the duplicate of the one which had burned in the room of Mortimer Tregennis on the morning of the tragedy.

I leave this here without further comment.

"In each case there is evidence of a poisonous atmosphere. In each case, also, there is combustion going on in the room—in the one case a fire, in the other a lamp."

I'll be over here thanking Sir Terry Pratchett for (I assume) using this as his inspiration. GNU.

"The result seems to indicate that it was so, since in the first case only the woman, who had presumably the more sensitive organism, was killed, the others exhibiting that temporary or permanent lunacy which is evidently the first effect of the drug."

✨Sensitive organism✨

...

If by that you mean she probably had a lower body mass, as women do tend to on average, and therefore the threshold for a lethal dosage was also lower? Then sure, I guess.

Sensitive organism.

Sensitive organism

Oh, I can't do my work today, I'm a sensitive organism.

And fine, it was the fire, not the candles. I was a little off on the method.

"Now, Watson, we will light our lamp; we will, however, take the precaution to open our window to avoid the premature decease of two deserving members of society, and you will seat yourself near that open window in an armchair unless, like a sensible man, you determine to have nothing to do with the affair."

Glad to have absolute acknowledgment here that Watson is Not a sensible man. We already knew this. But it's nice to have it canonised.

This can only go well. I foresee no bad effects.

Isn't Holmes out there for his health?

It was that vision which gave me an instant of sanity and of strength.

Pulled back from the edge of death by the fact that Holmes is also dying.

"Upon my word, Watson!" said Holmes at last with an unsteady voice, "I owe you both my thanks and an apology. It was an unjustifiable experiment even for one's self, and doubly so for a friend. I am really very sorry."

Got to be bad if even Holmes is admitting it was a dumb idea and apologising for it.

But yeah, be sorry. Although I've got to say, guy fully consented to this circus.

"You know," I answered with some emotion, for I have never seen so much of Holmes's heart before, "that it is my greatest joy and privilege to help you."

Such drama. Such emotion.

I mean... it's undercut a little by the fact that they only needed the drama and the emotion because they were absolute idiots.

You acknowledged yourself that it must be fast-acting Holmes, both because the first people were still sitting exactly where Mortimer left them and yet he was fine and had noticed nothing wrong, and also because of how little oil had been used in the lamp at the second crime scene.

And you didn't even just use a bit of the scrapings, you used them all... Sure you left the door and window open, but... my guy. My guy. If you had died today it would not have been undeserved. For a smart person, you can be unbearably foolish

But still, very moving. I understand why people were really excited about this one. Much shipping.

[koenki]

Neo x Darling contains: mildly suggestive, mildly possessive behavior

Darling is completely confident in their relationship with Neo; Foxy-boy would never purposely hurt them, and the same could be said about never wanting to hurt him. It set their heart aflutter whenever they caught his adoring gaze, it drove them crazy when he melted at their touch and kiss. It was clear to both of them how the other felt from their words to their actions, they showed it.

That's not to say the wolf shifter couldn't get a little... territorial. Neo was an absolute catch; Sweet, charming, driven, caring, beautiful- the list could go on. Darling wasn't unaware that other's saw this in him as well, and usually when they were out, seeing them together was enough to keep them at bay.

Meeting each other for lunch at the park wasn't uncommon while the weather was still nice. Darling arrived a little earlier than expected and was sitting on a bench waiting for their partner. Soaking in the sun's rays, they leaned back and enjoyed the breeze just happy for the day off they'd get to share.

Looking around their gaze fell on their boyfriend, a spark of excitement as they went to get up and greet him when they noticed someone break from their friends and approach him first. Not thinking too much of it at first, as Darling got closer it became increasingly obvious how brazen this soul was being. Despite efforts to step around them or turn them down, the person persisted in their flirting efforts with Neo.

Tapping the stranger on the shoulder, Darling took their attention. "You seem to be making him uncomfortable."

They would be shrugged off, dismissing the claim so bluntly which only upset the wolf shifter more. "Dar-" Neo clammed up as their eyes landed on him, seeing a dangerous fire in his partner that he knew wasn't directed at him, but for him, and it sparked something inside.

"Well if you're okay with people being uncomfortable, so am I~" Darling walked by the stranger to Neo, purposely bumping into them for emphasis before they traced a hand along the other shifter's cheek, down his neck and grabbed his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. It wasn't just a peck as their other hand pulled his waist closer, taking full control and biting his lip a little harder than they normally did.

His knees felt weak under their ferocity, but Neo never tried to pull away or stop them, his heart pounding heavily in his chest at being treated so roughly, forgetting where they were for a moment when they bit him again, making him let out a small whine.

Finally Darling pulled away, licking their lips in satisfaction seeing their boyfriend absolutely smitten in that moment, face flushed and lips bruised. "Good to see you, Foxy-boy." They whisperrf against his lips before glancing back at the stranger as if challenging them to try further at this point. After the person left, Darling traced their hand over Neo's cheek again, meeting his gaze. "You okay?"

"I- uh- yeah I am but-" His eyes averted, coming back to his senses as he seemed to come back to the moment and where they were. "Did you just- out in public like this?" His voice was quiet, not wanting to draw anymore attention to them than may have already been attracted before his eyes were back on his partner's.

"I did. Are you upset about it?" They asked, honestly concerned about the other's thoughts or concerns. It was impulsive of them, and they were fully aware what they had done could be seen as too much.

"What? No-" There wasn't any hesitation. "I-I guess I'm just surprised? Not- not in a bad way or anything. I.. kind of enjoyed it." He cleared his throat at the end.

Darling watched him for a second longer, making sure he wasn't saying it to make them feel better before resting their forehead against his a devious smirk playing on their lips. "Then maybe.. we should grab lunch and go back to your place? If you wanted to continue, that is." That look they gave really did make him melt, registering their words as his face bloomed once again, nodding in agreement.

Taking his hand in theirs, they brought it to their lips and kissed his knuckles, a silent promise to keep when they were alone before grabbing it firmly and leading him away.

[pure-garbage]

Two-Faced Archipelago! The Smile Of Sabaody

The town built on a cluster of ancient mangroves was bright and lively, beckoning Lana with novel sights and sounds.

"You still remember the dock number?" she triple-checked.

"For the last time, yes!" Zoro grumbled.

"Okay. Here, try this."

Zoro accepted a mug from her, sampling its contents with a discerning flair.

"Not bad. Where'd you get it?" he asked.

"That shop. It fronts a distillery."

"Wanna stop in for a while?"

"Maybe on our way back. Gimme some of your hair. I'm gonna split for a while."

He accepted the knife she offered, obliging her request even as he questioned it.

"What do you need my hair for?"

"I heard there's a stall a few streets over that make up vivre cards. I'm going to get them to make us one each," Lana explained.

"What for?"

"Just to have. The whole concept is so neat, I can't resist!"

"If you say so. What do you say we meet back here in an hour?"

"Uh..."

Lana considered the idea of Zoro intentionally trying to find his way back to one specific spot and paled a little at the thought of the chaos that would almost certainly ensue.

"Don't worry about it... I don't know how long this'll take. I'll just find you when it's done, 'kay?" she proposed instead. She didn't wait for him to accept, just ran off before he could protest, leaving him shaking his head.

"With her awful sense of direction?" he scoffed, unaware of the cruel irony. "I'll be lucky to ever see her again."

Lana left the stall with her freshly minted vivre cards much sooner than she'd anticipated.

"Now, Zoro," she muttered to herself as she stepped out into the street. "Where are you?"

She walked for about three minutes before a woman's inconsolable wailing pierced the calm of the grove.

"Yep," she sighed. "Bet my sash that's where Zoro's at."

Lana high-tailed it in the direction the screams, heading for the source of the commotion. Soon, she rounded a corner, but what she saw stopped her cold.

"Z-Zoro!"

He sat on the grass, red covering his head and dripping down off his chin.

"What did you do?! I left you alone for like, twenty minutes! Whose blood is that?" Lana demanded. Her head whipped around, but she didn't see bodies or anyone else injured. Her sole focus turned to Zoro. "Can you stand? What happened?!"

"I'm fine, it's red berry sauce," Zoro grunted, taking her hand and pulling himself up. "You're not gonna believe this, but some crazy chick just knocked me down and splashed it all over me. On purpose."

"What? That's all? I mean, that's pretty bizarre, but I thought you hurt someone. Or got hurt. Mostly hurt someone else, though."

Lana wiped a finger through the red substance and popped it into her mouth, confirming Zoro's claim.

"I almost did," Zoro admitted. "Some whacky guy in the dumbest outfit I've ever seen pointed a gun at me for literally no reason."

"Literally no reason? Come on, Zoro, just pony up and tell me what you did," Lana scoffed.

"I didn't do anything! I have no clue what this guy's problem was!"

"Right, sure. So this connects to the red berry sauce woman how?"

"She knocked me down, splashed me, told me to stay down and then did a whole bunch of caterwauling about how her 'poor brother was dead'. Hey, knock that off!"

Zoro swatted Lana's hand away as she tried to swipe another taste of the syrup.

"But it's good though," she moped. "Whatever, have it your way. That sounds like a really strange encounter, Zoro. I guess that was all the screaming I heard."

"Think that's all considered normal around these parts?" Zoro asked, glancing around surreptitiously for any sign of others being unsolicitedly doused with berry sauce.

"Who knows? Come on. Let's head back to the ship and clean up. Before anything else weird happens."

"Sure you don't want to hang around and see if you can get some berry sauce for yourself?" Zoro smirked as he caught her eying the sticky substance yearningly.

"Ha ha. Very funny. How about we get back to the Sunny and I settle for licking you clean?" she teased.

"You're right, we really should get going," he agreed at once with a wide grin.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Lana realized. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the vivre cards.

"Purple and green?" Zoro asked curiously.

"Yeah, they let you pick the colors. Nifty, huh? Here."

She tore both cards, kept half of each and gave the other halves to Zoro.

"Obviously, mine is the purple one and yours is green."

"That tracks."

"Now don't lose them, or mine won't work."

"Me? You don't lose yours."

"As if. Hey, you still remember the grove number where we docked?"

"Hey!"

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[righteousdelusions]

15. A Hope We Don't Get Caught Kiss + asaden (for @strawberryblondie-locks)

Teachers were strict about PDA in Fourth East High School.

Denji and Asa figured it out by the simple act of holding hands in the hallway. The relationship was still new, so it was kinda of awkward anyway (Asa's hand was sweating but Denji didn't comment on it), but it felt awful when a teacher scolded them.

"It's not fair! I see couples kissing all the time!" Asa complained. "Now that i have a boyfriend I can't do it! Why do we get told off for holding hands! It doesn't make any sense!"

"I guess it's one of those situations were the problem is getting caught."

"You mean people do it even if they know they could get in trouble?"

Denji smiled, toothy, crossing his arms and looking far away.

"Of course it means that, Asa." Yoru added, "You can be so dense sometimes."

Asa ignored her.

"Well... I don't know." She didn't even know what she wanted to say. "Isn't it dangerous?"

A weird thought for someone who has seen dead at the face already.

"We can do it after school anyway, I don't care, as long as we keep kissing." Denji kissed her cheek and left for his next class.

She was embarrassed, they could've caught that cheek kiss too.

*See you!" He said, with a peace sign.

-+-

"It's so stupid. Why do I feel so bad about the fact they can ground me for it."

"You are a bit of a goodie two shoes."

"Shut up! I'm not!"

"You are! You always were!"

"I'm not anymore."

Asa dropped her head to the side, thinking. She held her chin with her hand.

"Now that I think about it, that class president did tell you the same thing."

"Don't remind me of that."

"Do you really think you've changed?"

"... I just don't want to get attention for stupid things."

"Mmm. What was it what you said before we became one?"

"Don't -"

"You said you wanted to live more selfishly. And yet you can't even kiss the boy you like in school."

"Shut up!"

"And you should kiss him more often that way you'll feel more guilt when you finally turn him into a weapon."

"Shut up!!!!"

-+-

Ok. Just a kiss. Wouldn't be so bad. They just didn't have to get caught. Denji said it himself.

When Asa thought about Denji, she thought about her skin aching for staying too long at the sun and the feeling of his sharp teeth again her lips. He was wild, and it was kinda funny he didn't take it to himself to kiss her there.

Maybe he thought she was going to be awkward about it?!!! No way. She had to prove she can! To Yoru, to Denji.

To herself.

She was gonna do it.

-+-

"This is not that brave. Your chances of getting caught here are slimer," Yoru said.

"Shut up," Asa said out loud.

"... I'm not talking?"

"I'm sorry, Denji," she coughed. Then she thought to Yoru "Leave!" And she went with a roll of eyes.

"Funny, this is where we met," Denji commented.

"Yeah... Funny rooftop."

"You wanted us here for...?"

Asa couldn't stand it anymore. Her chest was beating and she was sure she was blushed. So she just leaned in and pressed her lips against Denji.

Denji breathed against her lips, Asa's way of acting making him smile. He kissed back inmediatly. He put his hands in her waist, gently.

Denji was starting to lead the kiss and it was kinda of annoying Asa, so she decided to step up and get her tongue out to play with Denji's, but she didn't know what to do so she ended up licking his front teeth, self aware and awkward.

He laughed.

"Don't make fun of me!"

"It's ok. Just don't get so nervous."

"I'm not!"

"You totally are," Yoru whispered in her mind. "You're not even going to get caught here."

Right. Asa's blush got bigger, thinking about that teacher interrupting them again.

She went for another kiss. Denji bit her lip and she wanted to hug him so bad, but her hands were playing with the lapels of his jacket.

She completely forgot about the fear of getting caught again, when the sound of the opening door and a male voice saying sorry distracted her. The door closed again.

"That fucking stalker! For fuck's sake."

Asa was starting to feel too self aware, not understanding what he meant with stalker, so she just ran away of the scene, running past the tall handsome boy.

-+-

At least, she kinda got now why people play with danger like that.

[sweet affectionate moments meme]

[fragileizywriting]

"Oh, you're a straight dumbass," she cackles, holding her sides, squeezing so she doesn't laugh any harder. "Hold on, hold— hold on, I've got to get a picture."

"Fuck off," he moans.

"And miss out on sending something to Anarka? No way."

"Don't send this to my mom."

"She'll make it into this year's Christmas postcard," she muses. "Hold still for me?"

The flash is on, because Marinette has no sense of subtlety, snapping away what feels like quite literally a dozen or so photos of him wearing the neck brace. He doesn't bother stopping her as she flits around the little waiting room like a moth, taking videos, taking photos, putting AR filters on him to make it look like he has little bunny ears. Blearly, he makes the thought that Alix will get a kick out of that one, but any thought that follows it too hard for his already stuffy, cotton brain to think past. Not only has he hurt his neck, but his pride and ego ("What ego?" he can hear Marinette say as she cackles harder). This isn't worth picking a fight with.

"Kitty, you're giving me vertigo with how fast you're moving," he mumbles.

"Fine, I'll sit down. I've had my fun," she says, crossing her legs at her chair with a bright laugh. She's typing faster than anything he's ever seen, no doubt sending all of these photos to as many people as possible. How she has reception, he has no idea, but he'll just live with it for now. "I can't believe you fell for it."

It seemed "reachable" in theory. First mistake is trusting anything she says, though.

Marinette, with the powers of the cat Miraculous, has a few upsides: she's flexible, practically a contortionist, folding herself into the weirdest most uncomfortable pretzels he's ever seen. With the snake Miraculous, he's just as flexible, though he hadn't tested the limits of how far his pretzelness went until today.

Because of Marinette.

Marinette: did you know that at this point you could probably suck your own dick? Luka: What? Marinette: yeah. i mean, we're flexible enough. i can lick my own thigh. i think your dick would be easier to reach than your own thigh, though. Luka: Kitty, it's too early for this. Marinette: don't lie to me, i know you're stripping right now and you're going to try it Luka: Go away. I'll tell you how it goes, I guess?

Like an idiot, he'd tried.

Failed.

Oh, how he failed.

Marinette had come with him to the doctor's, slapping an untruthful yet very convincing "I'm his girlfriend!" when the nurse had mentioned that friends weren't allowed in; he'd grimaced, more of the pain in his neck that flared with every movement he made below the shoulders than anything else, but she didn't give up.

"And 'send'," she exclaims to herself, looking him over. "What a sight to behold!"

"You're a sadist."

"Sure am, Vai. This is just precious."

"You're the worst."

"Nawh. Well, yeah. Maybe."

"You owe me."

She barely blinks, leaning her chin into her palm she has propped up using the hand rests of the plastic, grey chair. "What's your neck worth to you?"

"A date," he punches out, completely out of thin air. The two of them freeze, unsure if that's what he meant— it's hard, he has a habit of blurting things out, and so does she because of the ADHD, and they're at a standstill.

"Wait," she says, mouth pulled into a weird line.

"You announced to everyone in the reception area that you're my girlfriend, and you know I hate liars."

"W-wait."

"Go on a date with me."

"I—"

"My neck is worth a single date with you."

"But—"

"No take-backs," he starts, but the rest of the sentence fizzles out of him when he sees her face. Heated, practically as red as Mister Bug's suit, her freckles all but disappear. A quiet Marinette is a dangerous one.

"Okay," she wheezes.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay," he parrots, doing his best not to nod. "Awesome. Cool. Uh. I didn't actually think you'd say yes, but—"

"I didn't imagine you'd ask me out here."

"Well. Today's just full of surprises," he puts lightly.

[eventinelysplayground]

Beneath the Stars

This is the epilogue for A Starry Night which I did as an entry in the Falling For You ccc. Emma finally found out what was going on with Wicked Keith and now they physically reunite. This story is NSFW and contains sexual content minors DNI. WC is approx 1175.

It had been too long since Emma was in Wicked Keith's arms and she didn't want to leave them.

“I'm fine wrapped up in your arms, it's so warm and cozy. Can't we stay just a bit longer?"

Emma looked up at Keith and he smiled.

“I guess so, if that's what you want. Listen, I'm not the one that's good at apologies but I'm so sorry Emma.”

Emma felt his warm lips on the top of her head and it was enough to send a shiver through her that was more delightful than it had a right to be. As Keith held Emma to him he began to run his fingers down her back and around her waist.

“Keith.”

Just saying his name Emma's voice sounded so wanton it shocked her. As she looked up at Keith she could see that familiar heat in his eyes and a wicked smile on his lips.

“Yes?”

“We should head back now.”

Keith brought his lips to her ear slowly tracing the outer shell with his tongue.

“I thought you wanted to stay out a bit longer.”

He punctuated his sentence by biting down softly on Emma's earlobe.

“I did but… that was before.”

Keith's lips and tongue kissed and licked slowly down Emma's neck making it difficult for her to think of anything except the pleasure from him that she'd been too long without. She reflexively reached out for him and grabbed his broad shoulders. He stopped and raised his head to stare into her eyes.

“It's far too late to head back now I'm afraid. Do you think I want anyone else seeing this wanton and desperate look on your face? Now open your mouth for me.”

Emma's lips had barely parted before Keith pulled her into a forceful and starving kiss. His tongue seeked out hers and twined around it bringing out her own desperate need for more of his touch. Keith reluctantly broke their kiss for breath and Emma let out a needy whine.

“I missed that voice of yours, I wanna hear more of it.”

Keith removed his gloves and tossed them to the side before reaching for the buttons on Emma's blouse. As he was undoing the top button she leaned in and kissed him on the neck which caused a low growl to escape his lips.

“To hell with it”

Emma's eyes followed the movements of Keith's hands as he hurriedly removed his cloak and jacket. Then his hands grabbed at her blouse and ripped it off, tossing it to join his gloves before reaching for her again.

“Keith!”

“If that upset you this won't be any better…”

Keith captured her lips in another kiss, this one even more forceful and desperate then the ones before. Suddenly Emma felt something cold and hard at the small of her back right before she heard the tearing of fabric and felt her corset loosening.

Soon enough the rest of their clothes were discarded and Emma found herself laying bare on the blanket beneath the tree with Keith's warm and muscular body pressed against hers. He trailed kisses down her neck and collarbone before lavishing her breasts with kisses and swirling his tongue around her hardened nipples. He then kissed his way lower down her stomach and the inside of her thighs making her hips buck towards him.

“Nngh…Keith.”

Emma's voice was barely above a whisper and her fingers twined in Keith's hair as his lips finally placed a kiss in the spot she craved his touch the most.

“Louder Emma, there's nobody out here to hear you but me.”

Keith's tongue lapped at Emma's slick opening as he dragged his fingers slowly along her thigh. His tongue felt so hot as it licked up and down her now soaking wet opening. Her senses were becoming overstimulated not just from his touch but from the groans that escaped his lips as he lapped up her juices. One hand moved down her thigh inwards and she shuddered in pleasure as his fingers slowly entered her and his lips suckled on her tender clit.

“Mmm, Keith!”

Emma almost screamed out Keith's name and dug her fingers into the back of his head.

“That's a good girl Emma, I should give you a reward.”

“Please do.”

Keith removed his fingers and gave Emma's opening one more slow lick before he looked up at her. Emma was panting with desire, her eyes half lidded but she didn't miss that smug look on Keith's face.

“I'm going to give you so much pleasure and fill you up so deeply with me, both your body and soul.”

Emma snaked her arms around Keith's back and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. His hips lined up with hers and he drove himself deep inside her with one guided stroke. Keith groaned causing their kiss to break and Emma let out a loud moan. Keith steadily picked up his pace thrusting deeper into her then he ever had before. The pleasure pain mixture of feeling his hard cock reaching places she hadn't felt it before was driving Emma wild and she dragged her nails across Keith's shoulders.

Her release came quickly after and as she hit her peak she threw her head back screaming out Keith's name. As her walls spasmed around his cock she knew he was close. He buried his face in her neck and thrusted faster, she turned her head and whispered in his ear.

“I love you Keith, always.”

At her declaration she could feel Keith's release filling her up inside. She laid there under Keith for quite awhile perfectly content to trace lazy patterns with her fingertips along his shoulders and not move from underneath his warmth and solid muscles. Eventually though Keith pushed himself into a sitting position and ran a hand through his hair while looking around at the stars.

“It's gotten pretty late. If we don't head back soon Liam's going to have a fit.”

“Hehe okay.”

Emma propped herself up on her elbows and smiled at Keith before her eyes caught sight of her torn in half shift and corset as well as her buttonless blouse.

“What is it?”

“What am I supposed to wear to get back?”

Emma pointed at her clothes and Keith's gaze followed her finger.

“Where do you keep that knife anyways?”

“In a hidden pocket, and it's not a problem.”

“How is not having anything to cover my top half not a problem!?”

Emma watched as Keith buckled his pants then bent down picking up his jacket and holding it out for her.

“You're so much smaller than me this will more than cover the top of you. Thankfully it's so late we shouldn't run into anyone by the time we get back.”

Emma put on her skirt then walked over to Keith and slipped her arms inside the sleeves, turning around to face him as she buttoned up the jacket. When she was done she looked up into Keith's golden eyes and found them filled with happiness and love.

[enniewritesathing]

I love all those “uncommon OC questions”. They’re totally askable! Since there aren’t too many, how about all of them, for Brian? 😊

Sure! :D

What is your characters response to fear? (Happiness? Despair?)

Brian tends to freeze more than having a flight response. Flights more of an afterthought.

How often does your character cry?

He cries a lot more than you think but the duration is short. It's like he cuts himself off from crying too long because he (still) feels embarrassed. Like he doesn't allow himself to. He's way better about it now and it's usually because he's really angry/frustrated. With his job as a ER/Trauma nurse, it's something he has to do on a regular basis or else it gets stuffed into a locker like other things.

What causes your character to make bad decisions?

Lack of sleep. It's a great indicator of it when he starts doing that or his his decisions do not make sense.

What is your character's first reaction to hearing a baby crying?

Oh, mood followed by "okay sweetie, what is your deal?" (affectionate). He's got some experience working with babies (and eventually Alicia and [redacted]) so he discern differences.

What is your character's bedtime ritual? Their morning ritual?

Bedtime: Shower (or bath with the bathbomb if it's that kind of day), maybe a little spa action with a face mask after brushing his teeth. A cup of tea! Chill in the bed with a book or watch something with John.

Morning: Get woken up by Spaghetti licking his eyebrows. (Why his eyebrows? Absolute weirdo of a cat.) Bathroom real quick, feeds Spaghetti, makes grilled cheese for breakfast with some juice (if John is up, he waits for him to make breakfast). Talk a little bit, get dressed for work (if not, he'll laze on the couch).

Are there any foods that your character hates but eats anyway?

He doesn't like pork due to what happened to him as a kid. Oddly, Brian doesn't seem to mind it when John or Noelle fix up pork adobo.

How strongly does your character identify with their gender(s)?

Honestly? Brian's cis but on the other hand, he's very neutral/doesn't feel strongly about it. More like "I guess I'm male". In high school, he more or less 'fitted' in but he didn't start putting his gender under the proverbial microscope until college. He didn't feel bad but he didn't feel good about it either. Just "eh". Brian even talked to Noelle a couple of times about it and ofc, she was supportive.

Feminine clothing fits him a lot better and he started to gain confidence, but it wasn't an egg thing, if that makes sense. Though he was worried about what John thought briefly until he saw him going "oh? 👀". (Besides, if anyone had a problem with it, he can kick their ass.) He honestly does what he wants with it.

That said, Brian typically goes by he/him, but he's used they/them a couple of times.

When did your character figure out their sexuality?

Brian's a twofer; he's gay and he's aspec. He figured out from an early age that he was gay but he could not let his parents get even a whiff knowing that. His family ran multiple hunting lounges and he was always fascinated by the men and their sons around his age, but felt nothing for the women and girls. (That said, had he not been disowned by the hunting trip accident, definitely for this, and he was an only child too??)

When he lived with this aunt, he kept the fact that he was gay until the last second in No Place Like Home; Brian and John were holding hands and she saw, reacting in disgust. (and then Noelle decked her in the face for nearly saying something.) In fact, in catharsis, she was still disgusted when he revealed that he was getting married to John.

In high school, it wasn't that much of a big deal, not after that he met John anyway. It was more of a "kinda figured that". Again, he was worried about telling him and the whole "what if this destroys our friendship". Surprisingly chill! (then John asks, trying to be subtle, "so who's your type? 👀")

Now! Addressing the fact that Brian's aspec as well. I bounce between him being demi but also gray-ace. Sure, he wants to date guys, but sex? Total blank spot. Something that rarely occurs in his mind. When he gets asked the question, "hey, who's your crush" or "who would you bang? 🤔" and he either skirts the question or he just answers conveniently.

It's important to a lot of people, but not necessarily him specifically. This is the part where revealing that he's aspec worried him when it was getting to that point with John bc John's love language (least one of them) is physical touch. Sex included.

They had a few conversations -- Brian explaining, John asking questions on what he'd like/ the needs and the wants, the concern of breaking up over it (that conversation had Brian going "oh, we're in this for the long haul, huh?). Communication! (and the best 20th birthday :)) He is sex-positive.

Is your character ever surprised when they see themselves in the mirror?

Yes. Brian used to not be a big fan of the mirror though bc sometimes he didn't like what he saw. He was lanky and not well put together, y'know? And freckles? All over?? Cringe. As he got older though and filled out, confidence that he doesn't look like a weirdo, Brian's surprised at how far he's come. He thinks himself as being really attractive. Those eyelashes and his stunning hazel eyes. Freckles are tiny stars on his skin. He's rather graceful and regal looking. But best of all, he can be like "I may be having a bad day but I know for a fact that my ass is fat and that cheers me up."