#i am such a SUCKER for body worship type things

[hoeforhao]

hi !! if it's alright may i request svt with a fem/gn reader with massive tits? like just how would the boys react (nsf/w or sfw is upto you :D) to a reader with the big naturals, which if you do this request tysm!! :D

well well y'all will never see me again after this post, cuz am literally embarrassed asf!!! also me writing about something i don't have??makes me sad ;(

Masterlist

Seungcheol: This man is a huge sucker for asses. Like he lives to bend you over and fuxk you deep. But little do people know, boobs are his secret weakness, and having someone with big naturals? You just know that he'll be using them as stress balls, pumping them like his life depends on it,everytime he's stressed from work; bury his face deep down into the pillows and fall asleep on his personal plushies.

Jeonghan: I somehow feel like he'll be more into smaller breasts, but that doesn't mean he won't be relishing your mounds to the max while his dick is buried deep inside of you. He is of the type to circle your clothed nipples with his slick fingers as you cook, only to end up enjoying the view of them all perked up as he eats his meal.

Joshua: He's such a softie when it comes to sucking the life out of your breasts. Like he would literally worship you while saying things like "I've never seen such full and gorgeous boobs angel. Ydk how badly I wait everyday to come back home and adore them". Also I feel like shua will have a slight mommy kink only when it comes to your breasts and doze off on your bosom like a child, if he's too tired and snore like an absolute baby.

Junhui: Another huge tease. But unlike jeonghan, he would be totally showy of how much he loves your big tits, cupping them at every chance he gets, buying you all white lacey lingerie with several slits, so that he can keep on getting a show of your bouncy cream pies all throughout the day, while brushing his cold fingers against the perked up buds every once in a while.

Soonyoung: I've got only one thing to say. He would literally run home to rub his sweaty face all over your bust, as soon as he finishes the group dance lessons; latching onto your nipples the whole time while you make his post practice smoothie.

Wonwoo: He would have you seated on his lap the entire time while he plays his silly little online games with his friends, squeezing your boobs for emotional support and twisting the stubs everytime he is even slightly close to losing ; earning low muffled moans from you that in turn act as his fuel to win.

Jihoon: This man is not at all that soft as he appears to be. He would have a separate space in his studio where he would tie you up with button vibrators on your nipples ; setting them to the highest speed as he creates his new masterpiece with your ecstatic moans as the bgm. After finishing his demo, he would come to your limp body drained from cumming multiple times, and roam his pale digits over the overly sensitive stumps while nurturing them with soft kisses.

Minghao: You're his biggest muse. He would call you anytime he feels artblocked; lathering the paint all over your breasts as he presses them onto the canvas to paint his brand new piece. What's a brush???!! He doesn't consider buying brushes and sponges for his art supply!! Why would he even, when he has your big milky tits for a sponge and the two perks as his brush.

Mingyu: HE IS SIMPLY OBSESSED WITH YOUR BOOBS. THAT'S IT!! Filling up your closet with blazers two sizes smaller than your bust, only so that he can see your breats pressed tightly against in each other in nothing but the long blazers, forming the most ravishing cleavage anyone has ever seen; as he takes you on a home dinner date and sucks onto his personal pacifier as the dessert later.

Seokmin: Would be pretty shy to admit how he loves the sight your boobs bouncing up and down as he fuxks the life out of you every night. It would literally take him an entire year worth courage to ask to play with your butter soft breasts,for the times he is out of you and once you agree, he would latch onto your skin like a slug.

Seungkwan: Again, a very coy boy, absolutely terrified of letting you know how crazy he is driven by your big pillows. Would love to peek at them while you take a shower, the droplets gracefully dripping down the bumps, wishing that it was his tongue slowly gliding down your nipples, instead.

Vernon: If you ask me, I feel like he would have a huge mommy kink. Pining to suck onto your milky teats everytime y'all go out, having you rush home early only to let your big baby play with his favorite toy, is a compulsory routine for him.

Dino: Don't even get me started on how much Chan loves the fact that his s/o has such big naturals. People would die to have such supple, juicy tits to feast onto every night and he gets it for free? A gift he would cherish his entire life. He might treat you like a whore in bed, but your boobs?Well, they're only his to worship and making sure he paints them red every night, is his biggest duty!!!

[ckret2]

Does bill have "a type"? Since you said he only dates every millennium, what kinds of stuff would catch this lunatic's eye? What would motivate him?

You're getting a read more because I listed every single blessed thing I could think of. The tl;dr:

artists (who depict him)

hot eyeballs (subjective)

no head

bright natural coloration

emotional doormats

party animals

nerds, provided they're also attractive other ways

worshipers

things that can injure him

getting gifts

someone who expresses interest first but lets him take the lead

really tacky expensive displays of wasting wealth

someone he thinks is similar enough to "understand" him

This is the first point because it's the answer he'd give: if you ASK him, he'll say he's "a complete sucker for those deep, brooding artist types." He'll say this like it's his biggest weakness. He says it like it's a charming little character flaw. This is the narrative he tells himself. What he ACTUALLY means is if you hit on him, and if you have created art of him (visual art, sculpture, music, poetry), the odds that he'll return the interest go up by 1000%. He is incredibly vain, he loves art of himself, and "willing to give Bill art of himself" is an insanely attractive trait.

Some species have sexy eyeballs. Other species don't. It just so happens that Earth, as a whole, has evolved an array of eyeballs that are by and large pretty sexy when compared to the multiversal baseline. Those little, like, thready filament things in the irises? Mesmerizing. Visible veins?? Drive him crazy. Bloodshot eyes? Gonna be haunting his fantasies for weeks. Top tier is those frog eyes with multiple colors or crazy crackly-looking patterns.

He's not a fan of heads. Like, when a species puts a face on a little bobbly looking thing separated from the rest of the body, rather than right on the torso where it belongs? Looks weird. It's not a dealbreaker but he's definitely more attracted to species that put their faces where they belong. Similarly, a mouth without an eye in it looks weird.

Big fan of bright colors. You know what's attractive? Looking like Lisa Frank colored you. Wearing bright colors isn't as good as being bright colors, but he still finds wearing bright colors to be an attractive trait.

If you combine the last three points, I think that I accidentally made Bill's ideal lover a poison dart frog.

Usually at some point pretty early in the dating process he's gonna say something like "Just so you know—really, I'm not as bad as all the rumors and gossip and ancient legends and globally-broadcasted warning PSAs make me sound. But: I am totally crazy. You wanna stick with me, you've gotta be cool with crazy." What he's looking for is someone who says "oh I am SO cool with crazy, I am the MOST cool with crazy, crazy is GREAT." When he says this, he's not saying "I'm actually mentally ill and need someone who's supportive and understanding." He's also not saying "I'm a wild crazy fun party guy and I want a partner who can keep up with that lifestyle." What he's saying is "I am an inconsistent and inconsiderate asshole who will show no regard for you, and in a year when you're complaining about the selfish harmful things I'm doing, I'll get to roll my eye and go 'I THOUGHT you SAID you were COOL with crazy. Are you NOT cool with crazy??' And then I'll complain about you to my friends." So: he'll focus on naive emotional doormats he can push around. He'll probably draw back from someone who stands up to him, unless he got seriously interested in them before they grew a spine.

But that said, he is also more likely to show interest in people who can keep up with his lifestyle. He parties with apocalypse machines. If he sees an alien at a party where three absolutely wasted demigods started mixing sink chemicals and accidentally set off a big bang that took out half the neighborhood, and the next weekend he sees that alien at another party? That means they party hard, they don't scare easy, they don't die easy, and they avoided the cops. That's somebody he wants to spend time with. If they're not lover material, they might be Henchmaniac material. Similar opinions on substance use and mass destruction a plus.

He's kinda into nerds. Not in and of themselves, but if they already hit other traits he likes, that's a plus. If he has a choice between two identical people and one's dumb as a rock, he prefers the one who knows lots of things and likes to share facts and trivia. Bill goes for long, long stretches without feeling curiosity, and those stretches typically coincide with when he feels most depressed; someone who can drive him to think a little bit is a godsend.

If someone literally worships him, like as a god, he's into that. It's not partner material but he'll put a star next to their name in his booty call list.

Any novel Extreme Sensations, he likes. Particularly pain. Not a lot of stuff can hurt him in his true form. If someone can make him feel pain, that's interesting to him. Not even necessarily in a BDSM way. If holding someone's hand feels like being electrocuted, or they give off a gas that makes everything too loud and makes him see weird colors? That's someone he wants to touch.

I think I've just added another trait to the "poison dart frog" column.

His love language is gifts & favors, both giving and receiving. If somebody gives him a gift, he'll remember them positively. Even if it's a kinda lame gift. It makes him feel liked. Roses & chocolates would work on him.

He's not liable to be the first to express interest, because he finds being rejected utterly devastating. On the other hand, he prefers to take the lead/call the shots in a relationship. So if somebody lets it be known that they're interested in him, but then hangs back to allow him to make the first move? Appealing.

He's a sucker for gold and tacky displays of wealth. Like he's sort of disgusted by wealthy people, but he's very into wealth. If you're rich have fun with it. If you're not ordering a $900 sundae coated with gold leaf just because you can then what's the POINT. Also, Bill is tacky. If some multidimensional billionaire decides to show an interest in him by gifting him an extremely ugly diamond-covered top hat, he'd probably let them do things to him that he wouldn't even confess to his doctor. (He doesn't have a doctor but.) I think what this boils down to is that he's only into rich people who are living like they want to go broke as soon as possible.

He goes through most of his existence feeling like Nobody Understands Him. Part of this is because he's bad at communicating his sincere feelings & emotional needs and even worse at relating to or caring about other people; but part of it is just because there's not a whole lot of people who can directly relate to "my ambition drove me to destroy my entire universe and ever since then I've been grappling with the paralyzing guilt while struggling to find a new universe." So when he DOES meet somebody who he believes can really, truly understand him the way most people can't? He emotionally latches onto them HARD. Not necessarily romantically, but it easily could be. This is last on the list but probably the most important point to getting a genuine emotional connection rather than fleeting physical attraction from him.

Example that hits multiple of the above points: one of his longest & most emotionally meaningful relationships was with a sentient black hole who—quite literally—destroys anyone who gets too close to her, and is constantly wracked with chronic pain due to being a fucking black hole. She did poetry at open mic nights. She'd go up to a mic and say something like "this poem is called The Taste Of Unwillingly Consuming The Solar System You Called Your Home" and then scream into the microphone for five minutes without pause. Bill was like "she's the only one in the multiverse who Gets It." He is a sucker for brooding artists. She let him get away with unspeakable things because he's one of the only entities powerful enough to get physically close to her and survive. Which was incredibly painful, but hey, he was into that too.

Maybe they'd still be together if she looked like a frog.

[catharrington]

💞A different type of rec list ask game, to rep your own fics and other authors you enjoy.💞 Spell out your username with fic recs. If the letter correlates to one of your fics you rec it (no duplicates use a different fic for repeat letters.) If you get to a letter you don’t have a fic title for you rec one you‘ve liked from someone else. 💖Send this to someone who might need a little love on their own fics or just like spreading the love.💖

How could you do this to me I’ve got quite a long name come on man

C - cry me a River, cause I’ve cried a River over you. My 1950’s house wife cat boy Steve Harrington and milk man Billy au🖤🖤 correct that this is first I love this fic

A - area 69. This is a goofy one about Billy’s friends trying to treat him for his birthday by buying a lap dance from stripper heather, but of course they are both gay so it doesn’t go as planned. I’ve got such a soft spot for this however cause its got Steve as an ambulance driver and ugh if that isn’t so perfect and sexy for him.

T - to have and to hold. Vampire Steve being obsessed and stalking human billy. Part of my TWO VAMPIRE AU!!! I love them so much. Got to write more soon.

H - he ain’t me, baby. A season 4 idea of billy coming back to find Steve with a new cute long haired metal boyfriend in a band, and getting very jealous about it. I miss this fic.

A - a little bit of last minute Christmas shopping. Made for the Harringrove holiday exchange last year. It’s a cute misunderstanding that ends in a fluffy first kiss. Also Steve in an elf costume😻

R - real pretty things by rvspberry. This was a valentines gift by my bestie Jonas who wrote Steve in lingerie body worship 🖤🖤 what’s better than this?

R - rigged by rvspberry. Oh my gosh I’m such a sucker for omega Steve as y’all know and this one is so sweet and cute and adorable please read it.

I - I need you to make me hurt. Fuck buddies to lovers but make it the roughest meanest sex possible. Exploration into the idea that Steve doesn’t think he deserves love and that billy doesn’t think he deserves to hold nice, pretty things.

N - nothin’ but a good time. Public blow job at the Hawkins community pool I’m sorry.

G - get scared. Ghost face billy getting a totally consensual role play non-con bow job I promise.

T - take me home tonight by HeckinaHandbasket. Great fic about Steve struggling with loneliness and the such, my very favorite thing for him.

O - owls have three eye lids by Callieb. Fuck this fic is so good it made me loose my mind. Single dad Steve is such a turn on!!

N - and this doesn’t start with N like okay sue me but surfs up! By Shewritesdirty. I am currently reading this it is good and billy is his best very sexy self in California🖤🖤

[salaciousslut]

Done! Also do you have a favorite tequilla brand? Just curious! 🫣

Technically i have freckles all over my face but i only really count the ones that are darker and in a line under my eyes and over my nose, the other ones aren't prominent enough to call them freckles imo. And i'd feel more than lucky if you did worship me, sweetheart<3

I would love to take you to the gym with me, it honestly helped me with my depression as well! And of course i'd watch over you sweetheart<3 i wont lie, i love to go after dark bc theres less people. And i had the same problem but now i catch myself and try to stand straighter. I mostly lift weights when i work out so I know my posture improved due to needing to have a straight back to lift. Plus its super fun imo!! I miss the gym so bad but i hate going alone. I also miss feeling sore, im a bit of a masochist so i love feeling sore the day after working out🤭

Dont apologize for giving me info<3 organization's overrated anyway. Ive found that girls with glasses tend to be my type🫣 you literally sound so pretty sweetheart<3 i knew i wasnt wrong calling you a pretty princess<3 im kissing the tip of your nose and your forehead rn🥰 you are literally so cute, puppy coded too🥺 ive never had crawfish it seems yummy but im not sure if i should try it! Shrimp ceviche used to be my favorite but then i developed a shrimp allergy to uncooked shrimp and around 17 i had to call it quits bc it stopped being worth it to risk it. Im still pissed but at least i can still eat shrimp its just gotta be thoroughly cooked, not just get cooked through the acidity of lime juice like its sucks so bad i just miss ceviche so bad. Ohh just a butch latina and a pretty asian girl what ever will they do hehe<3 and i knew but not cause you told me 🫣 your dni made it obvious, like yeah im just now saying hey but ive been aware of you for a little bit now🫣 also please lemme be ur body pillow one day<3 savory is good!!! Whats your favorite kind of snack?

Also thats adorable, youre just a cute little puppy that has to get off once a day to function her best<3 i mean if i were stressed from school i'd probably need the same thing🤭

tbh im not too picky about my brands, as long as it gets me drunk, then im happy!! also tequila makes me take my clothes off oopsies i think i should warn u about that!! but if im buying for myself, i typically will get espolon bc i feel like its yummy and reasonably priced!

yes i love feeling sore after a workout!! i am also a bit of a masochist (omg who knew)!! but ive never lifted weights before. all the dude bros scare me and i feel like im always being judged but if we went together i know u would take care of me!! i like aerobics and like calisthenics (i had to google how to spell that word) and love yoga sm!! the burn of stretching feels amazing!!

hehe i am very puppy coded! i used to think i was more kitten coded but now ive grown and realized puppies are sooo fun!! so much energy and just wanna be cherished and loved!! which is everything i want!!

nooooo thats so sad that ur allergic to ur fav food :(( i love ceviche but at least u can still tolerate the cooked version. i know its not the same but its still something!!

ohhh i forgot that i put that in my dni, people are so weird about race here smh i just gotta cover all my bases so i can have fun on this website!! but aww we would look soooo cute together

im a sucker for chips. u know how they say all bi girls do is lie and eat hot chip? yeah all i do is eat hot chip hehehe. not so much lying but hot chip very much so. i also loveee chips and salsa and chicken wings and yeah all the fun savory stuff i guess!!!

hehe cumming is like a lil treat!! a reward for myself for being sooo good you know? but it would be a million times better if someone else was making me cum rather than myself 😳🫣

[i-just-wanna-be-called-sparkle]

Hmm, now I'm picturing Wakaba as the lead researcher, since she's implied to experiment on people... And, as a side note, I dunno if you had plans to include him, but all this time I've kinda been imagining Dojima as Adachi's boss, because. yeah. And, while him wanting to kill Mookie hurts my Dojiruki heart a little, the idea of him having a homoerotic obsession with capturing him really gets to me sadsfdghjg

As for something more self-indulgent.... Do you think Mookie has scars from the capturing and experimenting incident? Scars that Adachi could, I dunno, kiss better? Though I doubt Adachi would want to do that lol, but maybe he could do it while he thinks Mookie is asleep and no one is watching... :3

Wakaba WOULD be the lead researcher. It honestly fits her really well - I could see her researching about merfolk for days on end and when she finally decides she wants to find some to experiment on, everyone’s like “Oh, but merfolk aren’t real!” or “Those things are just legends.” and so on and so forth, but when she manages to actually find some her research team’s absolutely baffled by it.

Also… Perhaps… Dojima’s homoerotic obsession with capturing Maruki could be due to Wakaba’s experiments as well…?

I’m half joking here, but also I kind of like the idea. After Rumi and Maruki get released, Wakaba wants more merfolk to experiment on because there’s still more she wants to learn, so she hires Dojima and his crew to get more for her? They could be well known for their fruitful hunting, and he probably just doesn’t recognize Maruki as the merman she’d previously experimented on. Or he does and realizes how valuable it might be to bring him back to her, seeing as she could learn more about the magic without Rumi posing as a threat to everyone’s lives.

There’s also just him hunting for them because of their rarity and value, but… I’m really liking the other idea more lol…

ALSO ADACHI KISSING MARUKI’S SCARS……. OOHNYYHFGyhgjghhyfhtugh…………. Please please pleeeeaaaaaaase I NEED IT

It could lead to a wholesome moment honestly… Adachi realizes Maruki’s more down in the dumps than usual, he’s staring at his scars, just getting reminded of painful memories. Adachi feels bad that he’s so upset, and also that he hasn’t done much in return ever since Maruki saved his life… So he just… Traces the scars gently… Kisses them… Maruki asks what he’s doing and Adachi says its his own sort of magic kiss, or the closest thing to it, and he probably internally cringes while saying it… But he tells Maruki that despite the scars and the memories attached to them that he’s still pretty… That they don’t define him and that they show just how strong and resilient he is… Anything to make Mookie feel better… And I bet Mookie would feel so grateful and cuddly afterwards… Ohhh god I love these two so much.

[beelzegrub]

can I request what would happen if we summon them while we're on human realm bc we missed them so much but lose so much blood in the process I don't really know I'm a sucker for these kind of things. thank youu!!

EDIT FROM FUTURE OP: This ask has been sitting in my drafts for months half finished and I finally found the motivation to finish. Anon, I’m so sorry for the wait. You’re a sweetheart ❤️ I was only able to do the three eldest though and I’m so sorry!!

Um hello??? I love this so much thank you!!! I thought it was kind of silly to go through all of that at the end of season 2 to just.... not use it so I’m excited about this!!!! (Sorry if this is too angsty my brain got super pumped about this and took off.

PS the request said “we” so I used a reader insert type of style. Hope that’s what you were looking for :)

MC Summons Their Demon, but at What cost?

Trigger warning!!!! Self harm/blood

How long had it been since you’d seen the him? Weeks? Months? Who knows. They all blended together after while. All you knew is that it had been too long. Why was this all so tedious? Solomon had promised to teach you the summoning ritual as soon as you could handle it. Why hadn’t he done so? Did he not trust you? Was he purposely keeping you away from the them? Surely you were strong enough at this point. Enough with the waiting. You wouldn’t sit around and any longer! You needed to see them. You needed to see him.

You flipped messily through book after book. Solomon had given you many to study for your apprenticeship. There had to be something about summoning in one of these!

“Hmm..”

You carefully read through the worn pages of one of the larger and dustier tomes. Something about this one called to you. You zoned out as you took in the information on the pages, following context clues until you found what you were looking for. The images drawn on the page seemed foreign and surprised you. A summoning circle? You had expected as much, but the repeated mentions of ‘sacrifice’ and ‘blood oath’ seemed ancient and outdated. You couldn’t help but notice there was no mention of sentimental possessions of the demon you were trying to summon as well. You were sure none of the brothers would suggest a summoning if it were dangerous though...

Out of options and out of patience, you gathered your courage and set up the ritual to the best of your ability. Things seemed to match the books instructions, at least. All that was left was the blood. You stepped into the middle of the circle and closed brought a sewing needle to the top of your finger. The book hadn’t specified the amount of blood needed, but it was better to start small, you reasoned. You closed your eyes and pricked it, quickly squeezing a single drop of blood into the center of the circle, and said the name of the person you had been desperate to see.

Lucifer

The day of the summoning, Lucifer had felt this nagging sense of danger from the moment he opened his eyes. He was so sure it was one of his brothers about to cause trouble for him once again.

Lucifer spent the day preparing for the worst. Had Mammon stolen something of vast importance? Did Levi buy another piece of cursed media? Surely Beel hadn’t eaten a poisonous dish??

That evening, tired from being on edge all day, he had retired to his study, hoping some music would help calm his nerves. He settled into his chair and closed his eyes.

Then came the pull.

It had been ages since he had felt a sensation like this. When was the last time someone had tried to summon him? Hundreds of years ago, it had to be. And it never felt as strong as this force pulling him now.

There had once been a cult of devil worshipers who sacrificed many of their members for a chance to pull him to the human world, quite surprised to find out their sacrifices had been in vain, considering Lucifer wasn’t interested in a bunch of worthless humans. But even then the tug hadn’t been this strong. Sure, he could still resist it, but the strength of it still left him awestruck. Who had the power to call to him like this?

“Lucifer!”

His blood ran cold. Immediately, he stopped resisting the call and gave in, allowing the summoning to take place.

You had done it. Lucifer was here! The strongest and most fearsome of the seven, and you had Summoned him to you. Your heart swelled when you though of how impressed he’d be when he found out you had done it all on your own. Would he praise you? Would he tease you? Would he tilt his head and smirk, then ask you if you had really missed him that much?

You smiled softly, looking up at him. The look on his face wasn’t one of pride. His eyebrows had furrowed and a frown creased deep into his face. Was he angry at you? No... you had seen his anger many times. This wasn’t it.

“MC....what have you done?”

He cradled you softly in his arms. Wait. When had he picked you up? You looked at your surroundings, the fear in the pit of your stomach ever growing. Where had all this blood come from? You had only pricked your finger! Lucifer’s hand touched your cheek, pulling your face back to him.

“Don’t look.”

You had no choice but to obey. You simply didn’t have the strength to move anymore.

“I’ve called for help, it’ll be just a moment, MC. Just keep your eyes on me.”

Lucifer’s voice was soft and soothing, and you felt your tired body relax into his hold.

“I did it... I brought you here... I did it...” you closed your eyes, a smile on your lips.

“MC, keep your eyes open. Look at me. MC! MC!”

Mammon

That day had started out much the same as always. Mammon, still sore from last nights punishment, groaned as he slumped into his desk at RAD. He rested his head in his arms against the desk, and glanced at the seat that used to belong to you. Obviously, you weren’t there, but it didn’t hurt to check....

“MC is still in the human world, Mammon.” 

Mammon jumped and sat up straight in his seat, his cheeks red from being caught.

“I know that Belphie! I was just-just uh zonin’ out! MC’s old seat just happened to be in the same direction!” He stuttered out an excuse. 

“Just call them, Mammon. I’m sure MC would be happy to hear your voice.”  Oh great, now Beel’s getting involved too. He knew his brothers meant no harm, but all this talk about MC was getting him riled up!

“Fine! I will! I’ll call MC tonight! and you two AREN’T invited!” Mammon laid his head down once again, this time hiding his face, not wanting his blush to show a second time. Tonight he’d finally hear MC’s voice again. And he could blame Beel and Belphie for the call!

 Come dinner time, Mammon had just about run out of patience. His head kept telling him to wait just a bit longer, but something in his heart was yelling for him to quit dragging his feet. 

“I’m going to my room and NOBODY better interrupt me, ya hear?!” Mammon stumbled to his feet and started marching to his room, six pairs of eyes staring at him questioningly. He only made it a few steps when he felt it. A tug. He closed his eyes and swayed on his feet, dizzy from the force of it. This was a summoning, wasn’t it? He had felt it plenty of times from those damn witches, but something about this was different. He turned around to look his brothers again, a look of confusion on his face.

“I...think I’m bein’ summoned.”

Levi snorted and crossed his arms. “I’m sure you’re guilty of something. Better just get it over with.”

The rest of the brothers mumbled in agreement.

Except Lucifer.

Lucifer quickly pushed out his chair and hurried to Mammon. Something was wrong. A simple summoning wouldn’t have this effect on a demon of Mammon’s stature. 

The pull came once again, stronger this time. Mammon winced and held his hand to his aching head. Lucifer’s hand came down to rest on his shoulder

 “I don’t know how long I can resist this. Somethin’ isn’t right. Lucifer, what’s happening to me?” He looked to his brother for help, and found the rest of them had gathered around as well, a look of concern on all of their faces. 

“Someone call for Diavolo and Barbatos. Mammon, hold on just a few more moments.” Lucifer commanded. 

Mammon would have agreed, if not for the voice that rang out clearly in his head, calling his name. 

“Mammon!”

Mammon’s eyes snapped open and stopped resisting the pull, hearing the shouts from his brothers disappear as he followed the call.

“Mammon! Mammon! Mammon Mammon Mammon! Please!” You couldn’t keep this up for much longer, you knew it. You had fallen to your knees moments after the initial call. You could feel every drop of blood flowing out of the pin prick on your finger, but you didn’t dare give up. You had come this far, and you wouldn’t give up now. Not until you had to.

But you didn’t have to. A flash of light blinded you momentarily, and when you could see again, there he was. Standing there was the Mammon. Relief flushed through your entire body, and you stopped pouring your magic into the spell. Utterly exhausted, your body came crashing forward, landing in front of his feet.

Mammon quickly slid to his knees on the ground, picking you up off the floor and resting your head in his lap.

“You....Are you okay, MC?” Mammon tried to keep his voice even and steady, not wanting to scare you, but his hands that held too tightly and his body that quivered gave him away. 

“I am now.” You answered quietly, unsure if it was true. At least Mammon was here and holding you in his arms. Things would be okay as long as he was with you. 

“You...You idiot! Stupid! What the heck were ya thinkin’!? Can’t you see how much blood you’ve lost? This isn’t how you’re supposed to be summoning us! I’m gonna kill that damn sorcerer!” Mammon felt his blood boil with each second that passed. How Could Solomon have allowed this?

You softly squeezed his hand, not having the energy to yell for his attention. Immediately, he stopped, looking at you questioningly. 

“Solomon didn’t teach me this. He wouldn’t. But.... I just couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to see you.” You answered.

He frowned deeply, more troubled with this answer. You had done all this just to see him? He felt a lump in his throat form. “I would have come to you. You didn’t have to do this.” He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes to stop any tears from escaping. 

You cupped his cheek, returning the affection he so rarely showed. “S’okay. All that matters is you’re here now. I just...need....to rest....a little...” Your eyes fluttered closed, feeling at peace and calm in your love’s arms. 

Panic. Once again, Mammon’s eyes snapped open. He placed his hand over yours, trying to gently coax you into opening your eyes once more. 

“Not yet, you can’t yet, MC. We have to wait for help to come. Come on, wake up.” He knew his brothers would come. Someone would come. They wouldn’t let this happen to you. He wouldn’t let this happen to you. “MC!” When gentle touches didn’t work, he got rougher, shaking you and yelling, desperate to see your eyes open.

“Enough playin’ around MC! Wake up! WAKE UP, DAMMIT! Wake... Wake up...You have to..... Wake up....”

Leviathan

To say that Levi was missing his MC was like saying humans like air. Is it true? Yeah, but kind of an understatement. Humans needed air to live and breathe, and in his eyes, you were air. It’s no secret that Levi wasn’t exactly popular. One might even say it was well known that he was a dorky loner demon, if they were feeling particularly sassy. Being a loner has it’s advantages, like having more time for gaming and anime binging, but it sure is, well, a lonely once you’ve had someone to share your passions with. And once that someone is gone, their absence weighs heavy.

So yes, Levi was missing MC. So what? Everyone was missing MC. Why wouldn’t they? His MC was a ray of sunshine in a world of darkness. Ugh. That line sounder way cooler when the hero in his latest otome had said it. Of course his thoughts couldn’t sound that cool. But that’s not the point! Levi figured he had no right to complain about MC being gone, because he was just a gross, annoying, worthless otaku. He didn’t deserve to miss them. He was lucky he got to spend as much time with them as he did, really. 

But nobody could blame him for thinking these thoughts, right? Thinking about how much he missed the way MC would cram themselves as close to him as possible to get a look at whatever mobile game he was playing was harmless. So was remembering all the nights they’d spent binging anime and then realizing the sun was up, smiling sheepishly at each other and promising not to stay up so late next time, even though they always did. Okay, so maybe  thinking about the way they looked when they were fresh out of his shower, smelling of his soap and shampoo was less than innocent, but what was he supposed to do!? Leaning your damp head on his shoulder and curling up close to him like that! Doing things like that is bad for an otaku’s heart! You might give them hope or something...

Enough was enough! He didn’t have time to be obsessing over how much he missed MC. It was taking time away from his one and only true love. “Ruri-Chan, you’d never abandon me right? No, I know you wouldn’t. You’re not like that.” Levi began speaking to his latest figure. “Not to say MC IS like that! No, of course their not! They didn’t have a choice!” He stuttered out a quick fix to his hurtful words. He was glad they weren’t around to hear, but it still felt wrong to say. He was quiet for a minute, staring at his floor in shame. Slowly, he lifted his eyes back to the figure. “Do you think they miss me like I miss them?”

And then he felt it. It had been so long, but he knew this feeling.This was a summoning, wasn’t it?! Based on the intense tug he felt, it had to be a super powerful sorcerer or maybe a group of basic magic users? Honestly, he was flattered. Someone wanted to summon HIM? No, They must have made a mistake. Surely this summon was meant for one of his brothers.

Leviathan was so lost in his own self pity he missed the first two calls of his name. The third one, sounding so desperate and pleading, snapped him out of his funk in an instant. He knew that voice. Without hesitation he let the summon take him, and there he was. He was finally reunited with MC.

But it wasn’t supposed to be like this. When he finally saw them again, he was supposed to feel elated and whole again, not like a piece of his heart was ripped right out of his chest. But when he locked eyes with them, surrounded by blood and their eyes looking glassy, that’s exactly what he felt.

“MC! Oh no. Oh no.”

Levi. He was here. He had to be. You heard his voice and felt his presence, felt his arms circle around you and cradle you tightly against his chest. But why couldn’t you see him? And why did you feel so… empty?

“Levi? That’s you isn’t it? Why is it so dark?” Had the candles all gone out? No, even before you lit them, you remember it hadn’t been this dark. Something was wrong.

Levi inhaled shakily, holding back the sobs he desperately wanted to release. “MC, what are you talking about? I’m right here! Can’t you see me?”

Like a bolt of lighting, the realization hit you. It wasn’t dark. The candles hadn’t gone out. It was your eyes.

“No, Levi. I can’t. I can’t see you. I can’t see anything.” You shakily reach your hand up, frantically feeling around for your love’s face. Leviathan’s usual timid nature word have normally had him reeling away, but in this moment, he had no reservations as he helped guide your hand to his cheek. His lips trembled as he fought the urge to scream.

“MC…. Why would you do this? You’ve lost so much blood… and.. and your sight? I’m not worth this. I’m just a useless otaku! It isn’t fair!” His tears began to flow, the guilt of it all was ripping him apart.

You closed your eyes and smiled as you remembered the many faces of this man you had called to you. “It was worth it. I did it because I love you, Levi. I need you. After all, what good is a Henry without his lord?”

[brightly-painted-canvas]

How does it feel? (drabble, The Old Guard - Andy & Nicky)

I had this vignette sitting in my heart for a few days and I figured out I should write it down before I ended up losing its warmth. I am a sucker for fics about Andy’s and Nicky’s relationship and this is somehow a small attempt at describing how they communicate, even over a difficult topic like mortality.

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It’s morning. Early and quiet.

Andy is sneaking inside the safehouse from the back door, sure she’d be the only one up at this hour until she rounds the corner and sees Nicky at the kitchen table, kneading bread with swift but vigorous movements.

She quickly considers her options: Nicky has for sure noticed her already, so heading toward her room without saying ‘hello’ doesn’t sit right. She also had wanted a cup of coffee to wash down the stale taste of alcohol sitting under her tongue after a long night of cheap drinks, so the kitchen had to be a brief stop before hitting the bed.

 She quietly steps inside, scanning the situation: flour stains are all around the main surfaces, the oven is already turned on and a fragrant smell of sweet baking cookies is filling the air of the small room.

Nicky doesn’t even lift his head, he just fixes his big, pale eyes on her and smiles that minute smile of his.

“Coffee?” he asks, his deep soothing voice still rough with sleep.

Andy nods once and Nicky is already moving, briefly wiping his hands on a clean dishrag before reaching the cupboard for a mug. The family-size moka he insists on keeping in almost all the safehouses they use more frequently is already filled with blessedly warm, bitter coffee.

She sits on one of the kitchen table’s chairs, near the momentarily abandoned bread dough.

Once he has placed the mug in front of her, she grins and says: “You’re a saint.”

He snorts.

It’s an inside joke between them: she doesn’t believe in anything holy. He doesn’t anymore (maybe).

But if there ever was anything worth calling sainted in Andy’s long life, it would always somehow be related to her Nicolò.

He wouldn’t agree, of course.

  Nicky gets back to his task of kneading bread to perfection, quiet and precise, like all of his movements.

Andy sips her coffee and enjoys the silence, the brief interruptions dictated by the oven’s ticking and the bread’s slamming over and over on the table’s board.

She observes Nicky’s profile like she has done so many times before, noticing his somehow always disheveled hair having grown a bit too long, the dark circles under his eyes having deepened in the last months, enhancing the tiny white scar under his left eye, the one connected to the cut on his mesophrium and over his right brow.

He was never specific about his life before his first death, but Andy somehow knows the story behind that long scar. She remembers the feelings she had in reaction to that lighthearted confession he uttered: disbelief and outrage.

After all her years wandering the Earth, that tiny information still had her despair about humanity, its obstinacy in bringing suffering to its own, repressing and oppressing what is pure and good and beautiful.

What she hates the most has always been feeling powerless in the face of injustice.

But if Nicolò may once have been a scared, vulnerable boy, he wasn’t anymore.

Andy’s gaze lingers on his strong arms, his wide shoulders, the set of his angular jaw, the muscles moving under his pale skin: he is a remarkably powerful man now, her brother. A forever 30 years old warrior who died in his prime, never to be seen aging and wilted if not for many, many years to this day. And not by her, it seems.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asks, breaking their prolonged silence.

Nicky hums, a singular small sound, affirmative.

“What’s on your mind?” she follows, knowing all too well it’s pointless: Nicky never answers these questions if he can avoid it, if it’s someone else other than Joe asking, if Joe somehow doesn’t know already.

This time as well, he shifts his gaze to meet hers and smiles, tiredly but reassuringly.

Andy prides herself to be able to read all her brother’s tiny reactions, unsaid truths, hidden emotions: Nicolò may be the hardest one to read, but she has always managed.

She doesn’t know it as deeply as Yusuf, but she understands his core in her own way.

She uncurls her hand from around the mug’s handle and places it upon Nicky’s dusted with flour’s one, which immediately stills over soft bread dough.

Their eyes are still locked and Andy thinks back at all the times she had read deep into these pools of grey mist and green waters, threading out his emotions like a Moira spinning a seafoam yarn.

When he’s this particular type of quiet, unguarded and open, she can read him like a well-known piece of poetry, an ancient song.

“How does it feel?” he asks, and Andy feels like flinching, but he already has his warm hand turned, cupping her smaller one, resting the tips of his fingers on her wrist like it’s a casual position, not a subtle way to feel her life pulsing.

Oh, she thinks. Oh, my sweet one.

They hadn’t had time yet to talk about any of it.

They had to run and hide and let the dust settle, had to decide over the consequence of Booker’s actions, had to figure out Copley, had to wait for her to heal for the first time in forever, had to care about Nile.

Nicky had only had time to exhale a tiny sigh while still strapped on a medical bed, give his wise speech over immortality (wasted on the obtuse mind of an already dead man), ask her if she felt like facing yet another tiring battle.

He had accepted everything that came after with his usual grace, his absolute faith: trusted her leadership without faltering once over almost one thousand years, shielded her with his body like it was meant to be used that way, sacrificed yet some more pain, another death, to survival.

They had yet to talk about it, like they always do somehow in some way at some point, the two of them.

In their long, silent moments shared, just like this one, they always end up talking about what matters the most.

“I feel finite.” she replies, smiling privately at her beloved little brother.

He smiles back and Andy knows he has tricked her once again: he has let her in only to be able to see her in return, to gaze into her soul. Her clever, smart little brother.

She truly envies how effortlessly he manages to do that.

“It’s good.” she adds. She lifts her hand from his soft grip, caressing up his arm to his shoulder, the side of his face, the tip of his too long ash brown hair.

He lets her touch him gently, strokes the skin under his eye with her thumb, and holds the side of his head in her palm.

You are mine: my kin, my family, she tells him, through her silence. I will leave you, but you’ll always have me. I am right here.

“Finally.” she sighs, contentedly, conveying her calmness with her touch, the long awaited peace to her eternal inner turmoil now right there, close to the surface: she has a time now.

She doesn’t have to long for an end that never comes, anymore.

  His smile is a blessed thing, once again: a brief glance at unfiltered grace, the purity of a cherished soul she saw growing, learning, mending, finding its purpose and balance.

She is old and tired, but her love for this one will always bring her back to her primitive emotions, her loyalty, her animal instinct of offering and receiving protection.

She often recalls with amusement having been worshipped as a god, in the past: she had with Nile, right after meeting her. She sometimes thinks about what those ancient, forgotten people would had said and done for her Quỳnh, her Yusuf, her Nicolò. Her Sébastien and her Nile.

She’s sure they would have fallen for this remarkable man’s eyes like they did with hers, with his secret smiles and gentle voice. Worshipped his proud profile and handsome body in a manner that would have made Yusuf bristle with jealousy, exactly like he did back in the Renaissance, when a bit too many artists had their greedy eyes on the classical features of the other half of his soul.

She chuckles low, lost in her silly thoughts. Nicky doesn’t ask, but looks glad to see mirth on her face.

  The oven rings and Andy lets her baby brother go with a last stroke of his soft hair. He moves his head just enough to place a small, grateful kiss on the skin of her fingers.

“Let me get you those biscotti, they should be perfect with coffee.” he says, turning around to open the oven: warmth engulfs the tiny kitchen and Andy is sure it won’t take long for Joe and Nile to wake up now, following the sweet scent of food with rumbling stomachs, like the puppies they not-so-secretly are.

It means her quiet time shared with Nicky is coming to an end.

She accepts a plate of still hot cookies with a satisfied hum that turns into a shameless moan once she tastes the first one: “You’re my favourite!” she exclaims, like she often does in these cases.

“You don’t have favourites, remember?” he smirks, getting back to his softened bread dough.

“That doesn’t sound like me at all.” she smiles with mischief, gulping down some more coffee, as heavy steps start resounding from the floor above them, down the stairs, and Joe’s voice calling for his husband heralds his appearance at the kitchen’s door.

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Hope you enjoyed! Sorry for any mistake, English is not my first language.

I’m on Ko-fi!

[hyunhour]

i thought that i was dreaming when u said u loved me ] [ hyunjin au

a/n: yes the title is a lyric from “ivy – frank ocean” yes i wrote this while listening to this on repeat, yes i am a sucker for soft boy hyunjin, yes i-

soft!hyunjin, hyunjin x reader, f2l au, just fluffy fluff

tw: body dysmorphia

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love comes in all types of different shapes and forms. for hwang hyunjin, his love happened to be you.

Hyunjin had always looked at you like you held the universe. With the way your eyes were filled with stardust when you stare at something you like in full admiration — you enjoyed chocolates far too much — and he thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he has witnessed. Though you always say, “nothing is more beautiful than chocolate itself!”

He thinks it’s because of the same way you look at those pieces of candy, that you would feel the same way as him too. It’s only because he can see the visible specks of stardust in your innocent eyes when the both of you lock eyes. Not for long though, he would always be the first to break it. You assume it’s because he’s simply an awkward person.

Your assumption is far off the truth.

“You like it?” Hyunjin asks, wide innocent eyes peering right up at you. His chin is held in the palm of his hands, elbows resting on the mattress beneath him as you lay sprawled out beside him on the wrinkled sheets. “Mhm, I fucking love it.” you reply, your hand coming to your soft belly to ease the bloating from over-eating his handmade chocolates. Hyunjin knows, he knows all of your habits, it’s practically been etched into his head. So you need no explanation for when he replaces your hand with his instead, his dainty fingers splayed out across your tummy and rubbing soft circles on it.

It’s an action so intimate, you both know it. But you chose to mark it as platonic, perhaps it would be better that way. Better to tuck away the one-sided feelings than face rejection, you think.

A comfortable silence fills the air between the both of you, his cheek pressed against the palm of his hand as his elbow props up, strays of his black tresses falling over his perfect face. You feel that no one can be as pretty as Hyunjin.

Hyunjin thinks otherwise. His eyes never meet your wary ones, only scanning over every detail on your face. Like your nose, the one you so stubbornly insist is the most imperfect part about you but he thinks it’s the cutest thing especially when he gets to kiss it after you fall asleep — it’s easier for when he won’t have to explain for his supposedly friendly actions.

Your eyes flutter shut, and all you can see now is the pitch black blanket that were your eyelids. Are you asleep? He wants to confirm it, wants to know if it’s okay for him to finally loosen up a little. So that he can kiss your stupidly cute nose again, so that he can spend the night admiring the entirety with you until the sun rises above the horizon.

Given all the time in the world, he still doesn’t think there will ever be just enough time for him to simply look at you. It’s an addiction of his somewhat, once he gets a taste, he can’t stop. He physically can’t peel his eyes off you (not that he even wants to).

His hand on your stomach now comes to just one index finger tracing small circles atop your tummy. You can barely hold back the whimper as his finger barely grazes past the surface of skin exposed, from when your shirt rode up just below your belly button.

You were always insecure. Insecure about many things, like your belly. Correction, tummy. Hyunjin thinks it’s cuter like that, and he’d like a name fit for a cute tummy. You want to scoff, but you’re too deep into the act of being asleep. It’s your favourite trick to use against Hyunjin, when he thinks you’re asleep but really you’re just relishing in his presence, his gentle touches and him as a whole.

Forget insecurities when Hyunjin made you feel like a goddess, worshipped you like one even.

You would have fallen asleep by now, fooled yourself into slumber if not for Hyunjin’s finger now on your skin instead of your shirt. You suppose it made no difference since the shirt you were wearing was already impossibly thin anyway, you remember shuddering when you first felt his warmth through the palm of his hand.

“It tickles.” you whisper softly, and his finger halts all movement. Maybe you should have just kept quiet.

“I thought you were asleep.”

Opening your eyes might have been an abysmal decision because you can’t bear the sight of seeing Hyunjin so, sad. Was it from being caught? In the act or something else?

He retreats from you immediately, now no longer laying on his stomach but instead sitting upright on his knees, the spot beside you dipping further.

You groan as you push yourself up with your elbows, you really should have just fallen asleep just like you always end up doing while Hyunjin’s oddly intimate antics ease you into slumber. “I was.” you say flatly, rubbing your eyes groggily.

He doesn’t say anything, at least for a while. He simply stares at you, a blank expression or rather one you can’t read. His face is relaxed, but you can practically feel the tension that filled the air, so thick you could slice through it. You were drowning in it, but you weren’t suffocating. Contrary to expectations, it felt so much nicer when he was able to look at you in the eye without his eyes wavering or him instantly looking away.

There’s a fire, a small one, but big enough for you to see in his feline eyes. It sends goosebumps surfacing to your skin, the way you were being watched under his intense gaze. “You’re lying.” his shoulder slump in resignation, his eyes softening a little when he notices how you fidget with your fingers — a habit you had to tackle your anxiety.

I’m not. You don’t know why but you can’t bring yourself to say such a stupid lie, when you can admit to the truth instead.

The truth that will either set both of you apart or bind the both of you together. “Relax,” you practically scoff, that was the only response you could muster because your throat was just so swollen that you think you’d simply stutter if you said anything more.

He crawls right next to you, inching closer and closer, you can feel his breath fanning above your already heated cheek. “Maybe you, need to relax.” he smirks as he says this, hand holding onto the headboard behind you.

You know how big and how tall Hyunjin is. He towers over you very easily, always using your head as his support and even bragging about how he can fit your cheeks into one hold. He’s always been bigger. But right now, you feel especially small. You smack his arm, not with a playful intention. You need him to stop, stop making you think of things that can’t possibily true.

Hyunjin will always be out of your league.

You’ll never be like his ex-girlfriends, bodies fit for the runway, slim and slender, prim and proper, acing in prestigious universities. Those were the girls who would fit right with Hyunjin, not you, and never you.

Hyunjin thinks you fit so perfectly like this, under him, your hands coming above your chest as an attempt to conceal your heaving chest from your unsteady breathing. He thinks you’re perfect. He doesn’t ever think he’ll be ever to find a girl like you, like you were practically made for him. Moulded just for him. You are perfect for him. So perfect.

“Stop it.” you finally brace yourself for whatever consequences follow for when you push him away with your hands on his broad chest. You’re expecting him to tell you to play it off as a joke, or get offended, anything really. Anything but smile at you, smile at you with that stupidly adorable smile, with a sliver of his teeth showing. A smile that makes you so giddy, you’re losing focus of all your surroundings because you seem to zero in on him and only him.

You definitely didn’t brace yourself for what came next, one which was far from a consequence.

“I love you.” the soft syllables leave his plump lips, sweet delicate words, sweeter than that chocolate he just made for you an hour ago. You stare at him with your mouth agape.

Not like, but love. He loves you.

“As a friend?” you confirm dubiously. He sits back on the heels of his feet, a rather quizzical expression on his face now. For a moment, you thought you had just ended something that hadn’t even begun.

He shakes his head. “No. I love you. I like, love you. I love you so much, I can’t see a day without you. I can’t see any girl without trying to compare them to you, and because they’re not you, I simply can’t. I can’t fucking live without you, because I love you.” the string of words that leave his lips certainly weren’t ones that you were expecting, neither did it look like he was, because he seemed rather taken aback that he even managed to blurt all of that out.

You bite back the laugh that threatens to leave you as you had just witnessed the great Hwang Hyunjin passionately professing his love for you.

Wait. Did he just–

“So?” his voice nearly breaks.

He could not help but think you’re so dense. So thick-skinned. How could you not have noticed, for all the times you needed him, he would run to you. Be it another stupid blind date to rid his thoughts of you, or the exam he had been staying up all night to study for, he would drop everything just so he can run back to you. He made chocolates for you, made fucking chocolates for you even though he doesn’t crave much of sweets, yet you still believed him when he said he had made it “just because he was feeling like it” — no, he just felt the need to love you more than anything else.

Because his path begins with you and ends with you.

The silence that fills the air is not the same silence you were accustomed to. You can almost feel the buzzing crackling electricity from the silence, yet again, it is never suffocating. Not with him. Never with him.

A smile creeps up upon your face before you know it, not being able to maintain the stillness in your face. “I love you too, Hwang Hyunjin.” you breathe, finally letting your shoulders relax from the tension.

It’s like a new ray of light had just shined upon the both of you, no longer enveloped in the darkness in your dimly-lit room. It’s an ending yet another beginning, a very visible crack in the cocoon the both of you had hid yourself in, exposing you to an entirely new thing, that of which is no longer friendship the both of you have but potentially a relationship. And certainly not a platonic one.

He engulfs you in his arms, tackling you back onto the mattress. You’ve been hugged by him several times, but this felt especially different, or more so special, if you dare so say. Perhaps, it could be the heat radiating off his warm body or the way his big form practically swallows yours. But you are so sure it’s none of that, instead it’s the thrumming of his heartbeat that you can feel against his chest, where both of you are firmly pressed up to each other. You never noticed it, how his heartbeat always quickened around you, around physical touches like this. Or if was just you who preferred to turn a blind eye to avoid jumping into conclusions.

But the veil has been lifted. You no longer wish to hide or ignore what is before you. Hyunjin, someone who you have endless love for and you know he could say the same about you.

“Thank you.” he exhales, “–thank you, thank you, thank you!” you can feel the vibrations of his voice through his body, and you laugh in between the crook of his shoulder and neck. “Hyunjin, shut up.” you bring your hands up to his chest to pull away from the embrace. He abides, hands still holding onto your shoulders.

You think the moment is over, that now all the both of you will have to do is lay back and cuddle to sleep, no longer in a platonic way.

But Hyunjin has other plans. One that he has so patiently waited the moment his eyes rested on your lips on a random day, noticing every line that runs across your lips and how soft they look when you smother your chapstick all over them. You always smack your lips after to tease him but all he felt was temptation. And he is still very much so, tempted.

This is it, what he has been waiting for.

He leans in ever so slowly, heart practically on the tip of his tongue. It’s slow, the way he moves, but it’s over once you manage to process everything. In seconds, his lips encases yours in the most passionate way ever. It’s messy and rough, a mass of teeth and tongue with his desperation seeping in. He wants to show you, show you just how much he has dreamed of this moment.

You breathe through the kiss, sighing as he has both your cheeks in his hands. He’s pulling you impossibly close to him. You’re now straddling his lap, arms slung over his shoulders and relishing the feel of his lips against yours. He simply can’t get enough of this, and neither can you.

It’s the moment after that has you even more breathless. The moment you pull away, even in the dark, the moonlight that passes through your window illuminates the side of his face so perfectly, you can see almost every detail. His soft bare skin, the mole underneath his eye, his lids still closed shut and the tips of his lashes brushing the top of his cheeks. His lips are swollen, more plump than ever, red and kissable. You chuckle at this, carding through his black tresses and resting your hands behind his neck after you do so.

“I love you.” he breathes.

You nod your head, your bottom lip being taken in between your teeth out of anxiety. “I know. I love you too.” you rest your chin atop his head albeit the struggle from him being tall even when you’re sat on top of his lap. His hands run down the smooth expanse of your back in the most soothing way possible, and all you can think is how perfect this moment is.

For a moment, Hyunjin doubts that everything and thinks he’s dreaming. But all of that dissolves the moment you graze your lips past the shell of his ear, leaving him shuddering in your hold. “Don’t think twice about it.” you whisper, voice so soft he could barely hear it past his constant pulsing heart. “About what?” he cooly asks, breathing in your scent as he nuzzles his head into your chest. “Us. Don’t do that. Don’t doubt it. Because I’ve loved you since day one,” you say, perhaps it’s the way he twitches or you can feel his breath hitch that confirms your suspicions of him being doubtful.

Though there’s nothing else that he can doubt for now. He knows he loves you and he believes you love him the same.

Two imperfect people in the most perfect moment.

[usmsgutterson]

BESTIE HEAR ME OUT. inej soulmate au. thats it. LIKE the colour thing where everything is black and gray until you see your soulmate for the first time, having the same tatto, the first thing they are going to say to you written on your skin (my personal fav), ANYTHING. im a sucker for soulmate au i have so many ideas😫

Monsters- Inej Ghafa

Hi! I can absolutely write this one for you, as a matter of fact, I think it’s quite the adorable request and it just made my brain explode with ideas, so thank you! 

the gif in the fic has nothing to do with the fic, by the way, but I just love it, and I wanted to use it, so I did!

Also, I put a little bit of a spin on the quote: “When everyone knows you're a monster, you needn't waste time doing every monstrous thing.” from the first book, I believe? I can’t quite remember the page number but I’m fairly certain it’s in Six of Crows, if not it’s in Crooked Kingdom!

Fic type- fluff

warnings- mentions of blood, mentions of knives, mentions of guns and slight hinting toward a toxic relationship with your father

It was rumored that everyone in the entire existence of the universe had a soulmate. That the saints at the beginning of the earth found one human too strong, too intimidating, too capable, and thus, split their heart in two, giving each soul a body with two arms, two legs, two eyes, ten fingers, ten toes and half of the soul that they used to have. 

Some called soulmates twin flames, some called them the Kerch, Ravkan or Fjerdan variations of the words, but Inej called them terrifying. The words etched like ink into her wrist, the first words her soulmate would ever say, were daunting ones. Scary ones, ones that made her wish she’d met her soulmate already, simply for the prospect of wrapping them up in a hug and just refusing to let them go. 

“They’re probably fine,” Jesper would assure when he’d catch Inej rubbing the skin on her wrist, tracing the words over and over almost methodically. “I mean, all things considered, they’re probably doing all right for themselves.” 

The words haunted her each and everyday; she’d go to sleep thinking of them, reading them over, wake up and instinctually repeat the process. She’d read them whenever her wrist was in her eyeline, praying to her saints that her soulmate was okay.

“If your soulmate is in any real danger, we’ve got Milo!” Jesper said. “I’m willing to share my emotional support animal.” She was the only one in their tight knit group who’d not found her soulmate yet. Jesper had Wylan, Nina had Matthias, and Kaz didn’t have a soulmark anywhere on his body, as far as anyone knew, at least. 

But one day, Kaz had walked in with someone new at his side. He took the time to introduce you by name as he got you set up alongside Jesper at one of the gambling tables, telling you to keep a watchful eye on the hyperactive crow whilst you played a couple rounds of Makkers Wheel, and you nodded, said you would.

But that was just the first interaction, and Inej hadn’t even introduced herself, didn’t feel like it, simply put, and there were many after. 

But the one that mattered most was when you were in the middle of a plan to rob a wealthy merchant of all that he had going for him, every bit of his money. This merchant happened to be your father, one who worked alongside Jan Van Eck, the very reason you knew Wylan and thus met Kaz and quickly eased into the trusted circle. 

“He’s not a monster,” he was. Inej knew it just as well as you did, knew that you were lying straight through your teeth. “He’s not a monster, Kaz. He’s not you.” There they were. The words inked onto Inejs wrist, the letters she’d traced over a million times before. 

“Monsters don’t always do monstrous things,” you realized it then, too, eyes flicking to your wrist in a quick, almost unnoticeable second. “Some of them look like princes or kings, but really, they’re law abiding criminals.” Ones that give their children gifts meant to belittle them, ones that shoot off backhanded compliments like bullets out of a gun, ones that do monstrous things that don’t seem so monstrous until they’re tallied up on a scoreboard. 

“So we take him down?” You asked. Kaz gave a simple, short nod.

“I’m assuming, since he’s your father and all, you’d like the final kill?” You nodded in turn, thinking it odd of Kaz’s courtesy. He liked getting his hands dirty, from what you knew, hence the nickname Dirtyhands, but you were grateful nonetheless. 

Inej grabbed at her belt. A moment later, she pulled a knife out, pressing it into your hand and offering a smile. “Sankta Lizabeta, for good luck.” You smiled, putting the knife into your coat pocket and bending slightly to give one last hug to Milo the goat--honorary member of The Dregs, per Jespers insistence-- before turning up, offering a smile to Jesper.

“Am I the only one who just witnessed that?” He questioned. Inej and you turned, at the same time, to Kaz, who had the ghost of a smile written on his normally intelligible face.

“You’ve got to go,” he dismissed. “Get the job done tonight, we’ll raid his house tomorrow, and take Inej with you. She makes for good protection.” He’d known the words on Inejs wrist just as well as she had, having watched her run her fingers over them many times over.

Hesitantly, you and Inej began moving slowly for the door, grimacing as you heard Jesper shout: “Speaking of protection, make sure to use it, you two!” followed immediately by the sounds of Nina and Wylan chastising him for the inappropriate comment.

The two of you made your way out of The Slat, slowly growing more comfortable with each other as the minutes drew past. “You’ve named all of your knives after saints,” you mumbled. “Sankta Lizabeta, Sankt Valdmir, Sankt Petyr, even Sankta Alina, and, from my recollection, she’s barely been considered a saint for two years.” Inej just nodded.

“I’m not a very religious person,” you warned. “I won’t go to church or worship anyone too strongly, but if you ask me to, I’ll do it.” 

“Do you name anything of yours?” she asked. “Your weapons?”

“I had a dagger I called Morozova,” you admitted. “I still have it somewhere, I’m sure, but that’s the only weapon I’ve ever named.”

“Ilya Morozova,” she murmured. “Wasn’t he a little insane?” You laughed, daring to reach over and intertwine your hands. Inej almost grew giddy, but contained it within herself by simply moving a fraction of an inch closer to you. 

“I mean, yeah, but don’t judge me! I was thirteen, the Fold was still around! I’d not even glimpsed his journals then!” In those moments, you felt safe and sure that Inej would always protect you, and you knew you always would her. 

[fictionallyinparadise]

Hi bestie!!! Hope you're doing well on this *checks date* lovely Sunday! May I please ask ANOTHER WAY OUT, LION, KILL EVERYONE, BELIEVE for Maleficent and/or Heisenberg please? ~ avid -adoxography

@avid-adoxography hi!!!! I am doing alright this fine Sunday, hope you are too!!! And ofc you may ask and receive!!!!

ANOTHER WAY OUT - what lengths would your f/o go to protect you?

Heisenberg: He makes sure I have some metal on me whenever I go out cuz yaknow. Lycans are dangerous, I'm a clutz, etc etc! I'd also say he's more vocally protective? Like someone talks shit, they get hit and bitched at, yaknow?

Maleficent: AAA- honestly just tagging along with me or having Diaval follow,,,but like less in a "if someone looks at my beloved wrong so help me they're gone" way but in a "the world is dangerous and I don't want you to be afraid or full of hatred for it" way? If that makes sense.

LION - was it hard to get close to your f/o? did they have a difficult time opening up to you?

Heisenberg: Not really! After yaknow. Reassuring that there is no threat here we were chill. I probably annoyed him asking millions of questions tbh. But yeah!! (Also this question is funny considering that Ambrosio, my s/i with Heisenberg, literally chained themself to a wall to prove they weren't a threat 😭). I also think he's lonely and it's nice to have company that isn't uh...*gestures vaguely*. Also he absolutely did that whole "super sized bitch, doll bitch" speech without hesitation. Maybe without asking for my help but just. Talking. Which is kinda funny?

Maleficent: I'd say opening up took a while, but that's okay cuz god did she go through shit. Since we met post-first movie, it wasn't too hard to get close! Awkward in a charming way is how I'd put it.

KILL EVERYONE - is your f/o a villain? if so, are you the "i can fix them" type, the "stand by and watch them" type, or the "be a villain with them" type?

Heisenberg: Technically he is a villain,,so,,,"stand by and watch them". It's kinda hot- anYWAY- no but in all seriousness, he wouldn't want me mixed up in his family drama and despite my willingness to help, he'd refuse every single time. Then say some stupid cheesy thing like "I just need you to sit there and look pretty" mshxhsjhf-

Maleficent: *vague gestures*? I don't know if she still counts as a villain? If she does then absolutely the "be the villain with them"! Because I mean, Aurora kinda "fixed" her I guess? But yeah, I will not hesitate to help her <3

BELIEVE - how does your f/o help you with your insecurities?

Heisenberg: OH OH!!! so because I made my self insert a fallen angel, they have scars on their back from losing their wings, and I have scars on my back from acne, so the wings thing is more of me adding different flavoring to them cuz I imagine Ambrosio and I's back looks the same. Anyway anyway, the amount of times I have had silly little day dreams of him just,,, absolutely not caring about how bad my back looks and being in absolute love?? OUGH <33!!!! Just,,,a finger making shapes with the stupid things, kissing, calling them "constellations",,,I AM A SUCKER!!!!!!! this man this bastard this fucker I love him. I also completely went off about one insecurity lmao- overall I'd say he's like the vocally comforting type if it's something he can't touch, and if it IS something he can touch, then body worship. Just. Absolutely drowning whatever I'm insecure about with attention.

Maleficent: I haven't thought of this actually,,,:0! I'd say she'd talk to me about whatever it is. Try to understand the why, and then take time to think about it, like days and such. Then come back with just...gentle words to help. I cannot think of an example atm bc over the quarantine I've gotten better with my insecurities :D! Anyway <3

Thanks for the ask lovely!!!!

[plaidbooks]

I am such a sucker for angry Nick and just straight up angst! May I request something angst, Nick and you having a fight cuz he saw you out at lunch with your ex & accuse you of cheating and you call him possessive and insecure! Lol all angst please!

Pushing People Away

A/N: Heya Anon! If Nick has a flaw, it’s his possessive anger, for sure. Boy needs to learn how to trust people, I swear. This is angst with no happy ending, hope you enjoy <3

Tags: implied smut, mentions of cheating

Words: 1203

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The last two weeks had been long, hard; Nick was absorbed in a few different cases, coming home at outrageous times and leaving before you rolled out of bed. You were missing him dearly, but you knew that this could happen when you started dating him. It was only recently that he had asked you to move in with him—he had a house while you had an apartment—and while you had agreed, you still had a lease you were stuck in. Normally, you stayed at Nick’s place, waking up in his embrace, but because of his crazy schedule, you were staying at your own place more and more, only sleeping in his bed when he asked you to, when he needed you to. Like last night, when he passionately made love to you for half the night before passing out, only to leave early in the morning, leaving you in a big, empty bed.

Sighing, you rolled out of bed, your body the best kind of sore, little bruises on your hips and shoulders from Nick. You smiled at the marks, remembering how he had praised your body with his, his mouth and hands exploring every inch of you like it was your first time together.

After showering and dressing, you looked in the fridge, seeing how sparce it was. Nick had a grocery list on the door that was ever-expanding. After texting him, asking if it was up-to-date, and adding some extra items to it, you pulled it off, heading out the door.

You pushed the shopping cart, grabbing everything on the list you had in your hand, when someone playfully hit your cart with theirs. Looking up, you were shocked to see your ex, Daniel.

“Hey, [Y/N]. Long time, no see. How’ve you been?” he asked, smiling. You and Daniel had dated for three years in college before he took a job in Montana. You were unwilling to move with him, so you split. Though, you were still friends, still talked online.

“Daniel! I didn’t know you were back in town! I’m-I’m doing well, how’re you?” you replied.

“Ah, I’m in New York for a conference; only here for the week…. Would you like to grab lunch? Catch up?”

You thought about it; Nick was the jealous type, and he did know who Daniel was. But you also knew Daniel was engaged. Plus, you’d never cheat on Nick…and besides, he couldn’t control who you went to lunch with. “I’d love to. Let me drop all this off at home, first. Meet at 1?”

After setting a time and place, you finished shopping, rushing to Nick’s house to put everything away, and then head to your lunch with Daniel.

***

Nick was so excited to surprise you. He took a half-day; he had been spending wayyy too much time at work, and he wanted to spend more time with you. Especially after he reminded himself last night about how much he loved your body writhing underneath his touch.

He was giddy as he drove home, thinking about all the ways he’d worship you…. That was, until he was at a red light. He glanced over at a small restaurant and froze when he saw you, talking, laughing with…your ex? So, how long has that been going on?

The red of the streetlight lit up Nick’s face as he gripped the steering wheel, his jaw set. He debated confronting you now, making a scene, but then the light turned green, and the people behind him honked impatiently. Still seeing red, Nick hit the gas, trying to hurry out of there, get home. He didn’t notice that during the commotion, you had looked over and saw him peel away.

***

You were in deep shit, you knew. Half of you felt horrible, guilty for being caught with your ex, the screech of Nick’s tires as he sped away still fresh in your mind. But the other half of you was indignant; why couldn’t you meet up with old friends? It wasn’t like you were cheating on Nick. And besides, he had women friends. Though, you did have a bunch of male friends that he was fine with—it was just because Daniel was your ex.

Pulling up to Nick’s house, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the inevitable fight that was about to take place. You loved Nick with all your heart; you just kept repeating that over and over again as you entered the house. Nick was sitting in his armchair, beer in hand, tie off and shirt unbuttoned, revealing his undershirt. He didn’t even look at you as you closed the door behind you.

“We need to talk,” you said, coming to stand in front of him. Nick stared right through you as if you weren’t there, sipping at his beer. “Really Nick? Gonna pretend I’m not here? Fine; I’ll talk, and you can listen. Yes, I was having lunch with Daniel; we were catching up and—”

“How long have you been sleeping with him behind my back?” Nick asked, trying to keep his voice disinterested. But you could hear the anger boiling underneath.

You puffed yourself up defensively. “I am not sleeping with—”

Nick was on his feet in one fluid motion, standing so close, you could smell the beer on his breath. “Yeah, you gonna lie to me now?” He huffed out a humorless chuckle. “Look, I know I’ve been busy at work, but you didn’t need to go crawling back to him—”

“Oh my god Nick! Are you so fucking insecure that you think I’m sleeping around?” you yelled at him. “I’m allowed to have friends, Nick! Don’t be so possessive—”

“I’m insecure? That’s funny, coming from someone who refused to be seen shirtless with the lights on the first time we did it—”

“So, you’re going to throw that in my face?” you screamed, embarrassment and rage making your cheeks burn. “Look, if that’s how you’re going to be, then I—I don’t know if I can do this with you, Nick.” You pushed past him, heading towards the bedroom. Reaching into the closet, you pulled out your suitcase.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Nick asked, voice dangerously low. He was watching you, leaning against the doorjamb with his arms crossed.

“It means I’m going back to my place for a bit…work things out on my own…. Because right now, I don’t know if I can be with someone who polices who I can and cannot spend my free time with.” Having packed your essentials, you flipped the suitcase closed, zipping it. You looked Nick full in the face—he was still pissed, but underneath that was a profound sadness. You fought the urge to cry; there would be plenty of time for that later, away from him.

In a soft voice, you said, “I would never even dream of cheating on you, Nick Amaro…. You need to figure out this jealousy thing you got going on before you end up pushing away everyone who loves you.” And then moved past him. He let you go, his eyes closing in defeat as his front door slammed behind him.

[hopeassassin]

Rally’s Scribbles in the Work

So after that lovely anon blew my mind away with their kind words and wonderful support, and because I keep telling you guys about my writing plans without actually giving you even a teensy little detail, I have decided to stop being coy and actually likely get your hopes up a bit by dilvulging small details and bits of plots of what is currently going on in my G-Drive. 

This will be a brief recount of what I have currently baking in the AoMomo oven, so let’s dive right into it! Please note that the numbers are in no particular order - I just keep revisiting each of these stories and writing a bit more to them whenever I feel like it. So there’s no ranking and no importance, just a number to keep proper count.

1. “Knight of Renown” Dragons and Knighthood AU, based on that one AoMomo pic with Momo ithe Knight and Dragon Aomine that I reblogged a while back and I actually let me imagination go a bit too much in the tags. I ended up actually rather enjoying the premise I set up in the tags so I actually started writing that one out!  Completion rate at about: 5%? I’d say? Less? :D 

2. AoMomo Music AU - a dearly beloved project that I am pouring a lot of love and attentioin to. That’s why it’s coming along super slow. It’s been in the making since November and I chewed it and mulled through it so thoroughly that I’ve grinded to a halt with it. Intending for there to be 2 chapters, and I am at about 25-30% of chapter 1 currently ready currently. At the pace I’m going, it might be another full year before you actually get to see this bad boy up, but when you do, I’m sure you’ll see all the care and effort that went into making it perfect. Honestly, no joke here, I am intending for this to be one of my rare masterpieces in this tag. So I’m not gonna rush it!

3. AoMomo Car Accident AU where Daiki barely manages to save Satsuki from being run over by a hit-and-run and ends up being the one run over instead. This was my first piece of writing after coming back to AoMomo last summer and yet completion rate is a sad thing. I want it to be flawless, a perfectly agonizing, thrilling type of torturous read that gives you a great sense of relief by the end of it. Needless to say, the clusterfuck of negative feelings is a bit difficult to hold onto for a prolonged period of time and the work is coming along slowly. Planned at about 5 chapters, I have 2 complete ones and the 3rd one is at about ... 30%? Hopefully before this year’s whumptober, we’ll have a finished piece!

4. AoMomo bond character study, which went in a direction I did NOT expect nor intend. It was suppsoed to be an idea that you will see also listed below. But I started this one from their early childhood and somehow, instead of focusing on the kids and their bond and their weird interactions with each other and their first moments of realizing they are of opposite genders, it turned into something much too fun to let go of and the ideas for scenes just kept piling. It’s going to be a long one, very explorative and very in-depth character study on the bond between these two and how it changed over the years, and their first encounters with their sexuality inbetween (because that was really the main idea that I started with... xDDD;;;) Currently at 1 chapter complete, chapter 2 somewhere around 50-60% completion, and at least 6-7 chapters to come after that, soooo.... :’DDDD YEAH. THIS ONE AIN’T SEEING THE LIGHT OF DAY ANYTIME SOON.

5. AoMomo deciding to practice stuff on each other, because I am a sucker for this trope.THIS will be what the idea under previous number 4 was SUPPOSED to be like, but it instead spun out of control. So this one, under number 5, is going to be the smutty, idiots bumbling through physicality to discover that they actually have serious feelings for each other kind of piece. Chapters are planned at about at least 6-7 or so, but not my usual monstrocities! :D First we start with practice kissing, and we move our way up from there! 

6. “The Evil of Humanity” AU - a dystopian futuristic kinda mecha AU, sort of an amalgamation of some of my favourite anime in the genre - a bit of NGE, a bit of Gurren-Lagann, a lot of Darling in the Franxx rewrite and improvement, in distinctly AoMomo colors. I poured a lot of thought and love into initial outline of main moments for this one, and I really hope to make it an epic, thrilling action/adventure with a big dash of romance kind of read! Chapters currently not even planned properly, because I need to sit down and consider this seriously. It will definitely be more than 10-15 though, and they will be my usual chapter lengths so.... likely no time soon. :D 

7. Aomine Fanclub - I got a plot bunny some time ago and I shared it here and my friends were spurring me on with it, so I started trying it out a little more. I’ve written out like... maybe 30% of this one as well, but need to re-read and reconceptualize to get it back on track. The issue with this one is that I’m not really sure where I want to take it, thus it’s on the back burner at the moment.

8. KagaKuro AoMomo double-date kind of story, where Aomine is asking some curious questions of Taiga about going to America and pondering if any of his immediate friends know what Satsuki wants to do with her life. I’m really invested in this one but haven’t started properly writing it out yet beyond just sketching out the idea so I don’t forget it. (I’d say 1% complete here.) Really looking forward to using the idea of Kagami being super impressed with AoMomo perfect sync when playing as a team in arcade games!

9.Laws of Attraction Chapter 2 - You might be surprised at this, but I’m actually super invested in this one. Likely the reason why I am delaying so much working on it - I feel like all my great scene ideas are just too chaotic and I have a hard time starting the chapter flowing properly. I had like 4-5 false starts already and I’m feeling a bit skittish with picking it up. But I have such AMAZING concepts on where to take it after it revvs up the engine, so... Maybe sometime this year! Completion rate: 0% written, but at least about 30% ideas built up for the installment!

10. AoMomo college rooming together story - sort of an expansion on my fill for one of the prompts way back those years ago in AoMomo week. I really dig the concept and the trope of sharing spaces with someone you consider nothing more than a friend and then gradually learning to appreciate each other for something so much more. I am definitely doing this one some day, but not anytime soon, likely.

11. A random idea bit me the other day (read: a month ago) and I actually wrote out like... maybe 25% of it already as well. A random comment from Wakamatsu miffs Satsuki but then she realizes why he’s asking dumb questions and she comes to realize that something is wrong with the equation: either Dai-chan likes someone really close to them and she hasn’t realized, which is unlikely, or Dai-chan likes HER and is super blase about it in a way that betrays his feelings not at all, which is even more unlikely. Being a curious  individual, she sets out to find which it is! Some hilarity should ensue but mostly just some mess-with-Dai-chan fun!

12. Touou summer training camp at the sea - progress is practically 0, I wanted to write a summery piece and set my mind on this, but nothing beyond has come to me, so I’m not forcing it.

13. AoMomo cultural festival fic in second year of high school (meaning something approx end of Oct -> beginning of Nov.) with Daiki being in a distinctly Haruhu Suzumiya role at that festival (has anyone even seen this anime? I adored that episode to freaking bits, man, it’s engraved upon my soul) and singing Billy Idol’s “Rebel Yell” and one more song just like Haruhi did. And Satsuki just beholding the phenomenon he becomes in no time flat while he lays bare his passion for life for all the student body to see. Shippiness will happen in private afterwards!

14. You Can Leave Your Hat On Chapter 2 - Probably like 2-3 years ago while I was still in the damn woodwork and wrestling with real life and adulting being crap, I remembered this AU premise and I got super hyped on the idea of Club Owner Dai-chan being a flirt with innocent Satsuki who got dragged to his joined and fell in love at first sight with his shenanigans. I’ve already played around for like 7k words with the second chapter of this but I’m still not where I want to be at, so it will take a while longer to flesh it out.

15. Idol Worship - a story that I promised my mate aricana some 6 years ago the premise for which I am super hyped for but not quite engaging with it yet. The idea was that Momoi finally starts gettiing the dates she has been pesting Kuroko for for years, and Daiki feeling terrible about beholding that, whilst Kise is being pestered by Horikita Mai for a date and instead ditches her with Daiki because he knows his former Teikou classmate is a huge fan of her. Mai-chan isn’t particularly happy but somehow ends up enjoying her time with Daiki and starts considering actually pursuing him instead of Kise when she sees what an interesting soul he is, with the torch that he’s carrying for some girl in his life he doesn’t really talk about but is evident from the little things he drops off as hits. AoMomo shenanigans will start to ensue properly when Satsuki realizes that Daiki is actually having a close female friend who is not her but is Horikita Mai instead, Dai-chan’s perfect woman, practically. She doesn’t take well to the news and has to grapple with why that is! And what to do with these newfound frustrating emotions!

16. Obstruction of Justice Chapter 3 - MAYBE SOME DAY, I WILL GET TO WRITING THIS. Last summer I inteded to do just that but instead, Wild Side of Justice was born. And it became a spin off of sorts on its own. ORZ. I WILL FINISH THIS SOME DAY, I do have some plans for it and I do have the desire to pursue them. I just need to be in the right headspace for it ahsjkfhkjaf

17. A PWP story of Kagami arriving early for a practice match at Touou and somehow walking in on AoMomo getting busy with each other in very unexpected and explicit ways that Kagami did not see headed his way. Because, we need more PWP in this fandom, honestly.

18. And since we DO need more PWP, recently when checking the 30 lemons community on LJ (shut up, I’m not ancient, YOU’RE ANCIENT) I was wondering how exactly a smut plot around the “Taken by the Faceless Stranger” could work for Aomomo and I came up with this Masquerade ball that they end up both attending because of their friends and meeting each other and hitting off fantastically just chatting the night and then banging in a niche in the long castle-like premise of the ball. :’DDDD Cuz it’s me and if I don’t have something like that in the works, you know i’m likely sick.

ALL OF THESE I am planning on eventually finishing one day. ONE DAY!

For now they are in various states of completion and in various stages of being cared for and improved on with more ideas added and fleshed out.

I am not joking when I say I am very invested in this fandom. I just have difficulty getting to writing out these ideas when I spend like 60% of my free time playing my mobile games. :D 

So there you have it. I didn’t want to say anything about these because 1) I don’t want to get your hopes up. You Can Leave Your Hat On 2, for one, has been in the making for 3 years, very on-again-off-again kind of way, and I just... can’t do that to you guys. I have decided against posting any incomplete fics so I don’t torture you guys and my muse doesn’t abandom me forever for them. So when something is complete, it gets posted promptly for your viewing pleasure!

And 2) If I divulge too much of the story, I feel like my hype of it may disappear completely. Ehh, my muse is a willful creature, what can I tell you... 

So let’s hope at least SOME of these get to see the light of day soon!

[parvuls]

i tried to headcanon about sex and ended up with 1.5k words of commentfic

warning: nsfw discussion. also warning: i like to discuss my headcanons in writing even if no one cares.

as you know (and if not, seriously, what r u even doing here) i am obsessed with the boys' first summer. and once i started envisioning the delightful awkward chaos that are their first times, i also tried to make sense of their sexual development timeline.

THE FACTS:

huddle 3 (spoiler!) contains an anal scene that apparently takes place at providence during their first summer

bitty only visited providence once that summer

for no more than a week

after having seen jack in person only once (1) since the graduation kiss.

so obviously, i told myself -- here are the two options: a) huddles are not canon, and ngozi inserted that scene during the summer for no particular reason [but then why mention its timing at all?]. or, b) the boys moved far faster than i would otherwise headcanon for them.

but, ALSO FACTS:

bitty has no sexual or romantic experience

jack's sexual experience with men is limited at worst and just a really long time ago at best

they're both disgusting hopeless romantics who are exactly the type of couple to be into shit like candlelight and rose petals and freakin' elvis crooning in the background (can you tell i'm not a romantic person in my personal sex life? do people still listen to elvis?)

and, just to push this post further into the nsfw category, MORE FACTS:

anal sex is such a delicate, elaborate process

i am a sucker for the realistic!sex trope

it's like totally not exaggerated to have sex three or four times a day the first week you're in a relationship. especially if you've been waiting to be alone together for two months. and are young and horny.

so this leaves us with heacanon A (huddle is not canon compliant) and heacanon B (huddle is canon).

HEADCANON A:

they 'kiss a bunch and shit' in madison (thanks lardo!). they also tentatively make it to third base (i mean, i did say they were horny). i covered this bit in fic.

i personally do not believe in the skype sex headcanon pre-year 3 because i think they'd be too awkward for it before actually having had enough sex (it is, in fact, pretty awkward), but more power to anyone who does. i definitely believe there was some suggestive texting between july 4th and providence. both boys blushed like tomatoes during this.

i'd say providence started from where they left off (frottage and handjobs) and slowly developed into a lot of oral from both parties (their love for this act also features in huddle 3). if this was a typical college first relationship i'd say they lingered at this stage for longer, but because they had a week straight of private time and also knew they'd be doing long distance, there was probably a bit of really tentative fingering thrown there towards the end of the week. maybe intercrural, although i wonder which one of them would think of it at that stage.

ha, now i'm thinking about bitty waking jack up on his 25th birthday and throwing out some super cheesy line about giving him a birthday present, red-faced but determined, and then trying to go down on him for the first time. i'm now also thinking about it being a total flawed mess. i'm sorry, i can't help the realistic kink!!!

anyway. then there's year 3. i kinda feel like they were securely intimate before thanksgiving and coming out to smh, so they probably tried anal sometime between august and november during one of bitty's visits. maybe even relatively early on (again, horny and doing long distance). mid-september, maybe? the french flashcards weekend was september 13rd, that totally checks out.

personally, i always headcanon it as a complete disaster. to get more detailed, i think bitty would insist on bottoming the first time (lbh, bitty comes from a pretty biased background and probably didn't have a lot of in depth conversations about 'roles' in gay sex before, and also probably feels like he's got something to 'prove' as a gay man), but he's a nervous wreck and just the stretching hurts a lot more than he thought it would because he can't relax, and it hurting means he definitely can't relax, and jack's shaking because, well, bitty, but also because bitty doesn't seem to be enjoying himself and this wasn't what jack wanted -- but bitty's insisting he doesn't want to stop. anyway, jack tries to do it but just the first penetration hurts bitty too much and they break it off and then there's, like, three hours of cuddling and petting and really honest, intense conversation and some super intimate mutual handjobs at the end. but no anal. they'll get there.

if we're even more detailed, i think they get there first with jack bottoming. he's (probably) done it before, knows what to expect, is a lot calmer with bitty being in control of the pace. it goes great. there are candles and rose petals and elvis and they stare meaningfully into each other's eyes. you get the gist.

next time (a few weeks later? bitty's next visit?) they try bitty bottoming again. they go a lot slower. there's a lot more laughter and the fingering part takes, like, an hour and a half. bitty's having a great time. jack is having a great time (taking care! of bitty! who's enjoying himself! it's the best). the sex itself is a little stop and go but ultimately great.

then there's skype sex. poor chowder across the hall. i hope they've got good soundproofing.

'but!' you say, if any of you read all the way to this part, 'what about huddle 3???'. well --

HEADCANON B

everything goes pretty much the same except a lot faster, and so a lot more awkwardly and with a lot more talking thrown in (these boys talk. a lot. and if they want to get from zero sex ever to anal in a week, they'll have to be very very open and honest. also, the sex itself is probably a little less technically good than headcanon A because they don't really know each other's bodies, but it's just as intimate and emotional and fun).

so let's say they have five days together (august 2-6). first day is making out against the front door (they missed each other, okay?) and the frottage and handjobs as previously mentioned. multiple times, probably. when bitty gets there; after dinner; before sleep (plus, first blowjob - jack takes his time worshipping bitty); in the middle of the night (bitty wakes up and jack is pressed up against him and --).

second day is jack's birthday and bitty's first time giving a blowjob, as detailed in A4. they probably do birthday stuff around town during the day and bitty attempts oral once again sometime in the evening (this time it's much smoother). when they go to bed that night bitty takes a deep breath and tells jack that he wants to try 'full sex'. it's a little because it's jack's birthday and bitty thinks it'd be romantic, and a lot because he's unsure of when they'll see each other next and wants to try it before school and the hockey season fill their calendars. jack is wide-eyed and fumbly and tries to simultaneously say that any sex is full sex (thanks shitty!) and that they don't have to go so fast and also convey that he totally, totally wants to do that with bitty but he just wants it to be really good. most of it comes out as: "ah... uhhh???" and a lot of blinking.

but they do try it. it goes as detailed above in A6, i.e. not well. afterwards, there's the same amount of cuddling and talking deep into the night and they both emerge from that experience a lot more confident in each other and in their bodies around each other.

on the third day jack wakes up before bitty and lies there staring at the ceiling and thinking, and when bitty wakes up groggy and cute jack says, in his best hockey captain voice, "we should try it the other way around", less like he's suggesting a sexual act and more like he's thinking of a hockey strategy. good thing bitty really likes him just the way he is. they do that, and it goes as described in A7, i.e. pretty damn well. it makes them feel super clingy and in love for the rest of the day and there's more frottage against the kitchen counter after bitty feeds jack pie and that night bitty tries bottoming again. we've established that it goes much better that time.

and, finally, on the fourth day they have the huddle 3 sex scene (it includes rimming). its tone would have to shift a little to fit in this timeline but i really did my best here.

on the fifth day there's sleepy morning groping and then oral in the shower and then the drive back to samwell. they're happy. they're in love. they're gonna get married (not now, but i just felt like mentioning it). they're gonna get much better at the whole sex thing that year.

the skype sex still takes awhile. and it’s definitely bitty’s idea. that boy knows his way around a camera.

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Alright, so if you've been following along with me, Supernatural season 3 starts out on a trio of episodes that are Really Fun, slides into some episodes that are Pretty OK, then takes a real nose dive into Bummersville. Hoo boy guys, I really hope that this season picks up. I mean, it won’t, but I can still dream. 2021 was maybe not the year to start watching this season. Fair warning.

The next three episodes for this season are just, like, real downers. First we get “Fresh Blood,” which, aside from the terrible title, starts out on a high note. Gordon (gross) somehow manages to catch up with Bela (HOW??) and threatens her if she doesn’t hand over the Winchesters. Bela, in all of her class and grace, won’t give them up because she has a high price point and Gordon is really lowballing her here. Just like, yes, ok, please stay forever, you’re amazing and I love you. And what a scene this is! You have two characters, one with a strict moral code (albeit one that allows for violence and winning at all costs) and the other with almost NO moral code, but an allegiance that can be bought with the best price and it’s such a fun back and forth until Gordon pulls out a gun. And then she pulls out her phone and just has Dean on speed dial and that’s maybe my fav part. Bela has run into the Winchesters twice and they maybe legit hate her but she’s very much like, oh yeah, my BFF’s the Winchesters, I love those idiots!

I love that we come back to this moment later in the episode when Bela, like, three days later, is like, Oh! I guess I should warn the Winchesters that some crazy guy is after them! She’s just so casual about it you kind of get the feeling that, even though technically Gordon was threatening her life, she doesn’t view him as A Threat. She gives the Winchesters a heads up just to be like oh yeah, you might want to watch out for this mild inconvenience, and she seems legit shocked when Dean freaks out. There’s this moment that plays across her face like, oh shit, did I...did I fuck up? And it adds a nice bit of depth to her character. She’s seems honestly worried, both for the lives of the Winchesters but also that Dean won’t like her anymore and that is just a charming bit of A C T I N G!

I am gonna miss her SO MUCH when she dies at the end of this season. WHY did we CANCEL HER???

But despite the fun beginning, this episode is about monsters and how people become monsters and how other people are probably the reason. Because our main baddie is a vampire who hunts to...well, listen if we look at the facts that he lays out in his monologue, it’s a little more tragic - he’s trying to replace the daughters that he lost hundreds of years ago, cool motive, still murder. In practice though, he goes around turning hot blonde coeds into vampires and then ?????? Who knows. I’d like to believe that this was a problem with the CW executives or maybe casting/directing and not with the writing, but it’s SPN and you really can’t be sure with anything. The fact is, this is a CW show from the early 2000’s and a lot of their extras are cast to type. And that’s maybe me exhibiting some girl-on-girl crime, but there are other episodes that did a much less blatantly gross job casting their extras/Very Special Guest Stars.

Anyway, the POINT of this guy is that he’s a monster because someone killed his daughter and he’s just been trying to fill that grief hole inside of him for centuries. This is not unlike Gordon, who ALSO has been trying to fill a grief hole that he’s had for decades, except he’s not killing people and resurrecting them as blood suckers, he’s just killing them. And then, when the Vamp decides to turn Gordon it’s a real sweet moment of comeuppance for like, a HOT second and then you’re like, awww dude, ya done f’ed up. That was a bad idea. You’ve made a HUGE mistake.

More importantly, our Vampire In Question finally runs into the Winchesters and get’s to say things like “I was desperate! You ever felt desperate? I've lost everyone I ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?” and also “I just ... I didn't care anymore. Do you know what it's like when you just don't give a damn? It's like ... it's like being dead already.” and Dean’s v. much like, THIS IS TOO REAL ROY.

Sam may ALSO be feeling Too Real feelings because he is DONE dicking around with Gordon and honestly yes, I like this, this is good Sam development. It’s nice to know that Sam has a breaking point. And I admit I’m of two minds about this moment because 1) I love the idea of Dark!Sam this season and that maybe Sam’s decision to actually kill Gordon is just one step in that process but 2) I ALSO love the idea of Sam Lite finally having a breaking point and Gordon is IT. I don’t know which theory I like more in this scenario, but they are both good theories.

I think as much as this episode wants to draw parallels between the monsters and Dean (thank you artful editors), you can’t look at the “I’ve lost everyone I ever loved,” line and not think of Sam? Cuz he’s got one (1) person left in his life that hasn’t died horribly, so how desperate is he about to get through the end of this season? I’ve definitely been watching this season with eyes on all the ominous Dean foreshadowing, but the Sam foreshadowing is also there, just buried under the heavy weight of a thousand smulders and suicidal levels of denial.

And also, FUCK the tag on this episode! Guys, it is CUTE but it is also HORRIBLE. Dean starts teaching Sam how to fix the Impala and at first it’s all, “Oh! Adorable Brothers Being Brothers!” and I loved it but then I almost immediately hated it because you realize this is about making sure Sam can get along without him once he’s gone and Dean just accepts his own death with such casual ease that it’s just...INFURIATING!

This scene was rude and I HATE IT!

Cut to - “A Very Supernatural Christmas” Special!

Guys, I was so excited when I got to this episode. THIS is Classic Supernatural Shenanigans. Plus, you know a Holiday Special is the ultimate sign that this show has Made It, right? Or it could be a sign that they’re selling out, who knows, but I think we can say that at this point in the series, SPN is established enough to start having fun with their fans. That’s what this says to me. BUT THEN what we get is like...oh boy.

First - like, I’mma beat this horse to death, but what is WRONG with this FAMILY? John Winchester very quickly devolved into the sort of father that forgot about every single holiday and did not ever, even a little bit, make up for it. It’s not a surprise, but it kind of wrecked me seeing a flashback where Baby Dean is just so attached to a father who can’t be bothered to actually care for his children. I know he’s not in this episode because Jeffrey Dean Morgan was tied up in other projects, but the fact that John doesn’t show up at the end to button the flashbacks with a But then he DID show up for Christmas! just makes this plot line that more gutting. And despite Dean’s hero worship of their father, this is maybe the Christmas where Baby Sam stops believing in his own father. The only bright side to this is that it continues to enforce the fact that Bobby should have sued John for custody. Bobby should maybe STILL Sue for custody so that Dean at least would feel like someone wants him for once in his life, damnit.

And then we wrap this episode up with the Best Worst Christmas of all, because we see Sam start to...also?? accept that Dean is about to die? Cuz that’s what this episode is really about - Dean’s Last Christmas. And everything about that makes me ~ u p s e t ~.

So Sam decides to put his curmudgeonly grinchy attitude aside in order to make it a special day for Dean and ugh. UGH. UGHGHGHG. Season three is the worst guys, and I can’t believe I didn’t realize that until right this second now.

So let’s wrap this up with "Malleus Maleficarum", honestly an episode that is mostly forgettable until we get to, like, the last five minutes. Sure, witches and curses and selling your soul, woohoo whatever.

But then we get some real Ruby centric reveals and like, WHAT is happening?? First off, the scene where Ruby and Tammy have a moment is a real Moment. There is some baggage and tension here and it is heavy. And then Tammy drops the mic when she reveals that Ruby used to be human.

THEN, Ruby legit saves their asses by killing Tammy with a fancy magic knife. Ok, Dean does the actual killing, but Ruby brought the fancy magic knife. So between the hot and heavy tension with “Tammy” and her repeated attempts to keep the Winchesters alive, we’re left wondering what IS Ruby’s deal? I personally wonder how much of the show’s mythology the show actually has figured out at this point? Because interviews with Kripke definitely walk the line between “Oh we definitely have this whole thing worked out,” and “yeah, we’re sort of finding things as we go along,” which is maybe why it’s able to last as long as it does. More on that later.

Of course the big kicker is the final scene between Ruby and Dean. Dean is almost on board with Ruby at this point in the season, and much like his scene with the demon in “Sin City”, they share a kind of vulnerable moment together where Ruby admits that, yeah, she was human once and yeah, Hell will destroy you, body and soul, and yeah Dean’s worst fear will probably come true - he will become the thing he hunts, no ifs, ands or buts about it. And Dean knows that Ruby knows that Dean knows that there’s no way to save Dean from his fate, but they both agree that they can’t take Sam’s last ounce of hope away from him because, for both of them, Sam is their hope. Ruby and Dean both see the war happening around them and they know that with Dean gone, Sam’s maybe the last guy holding back the tide to save all humanity.

Which, honestly? Bull shit. Do you know how many hunters are out there? Neither do I, but this season seems to indicate that there are a LOT. We have barely scratched the surface on the hunter community and it’s a damn shame that they are all weirdo loners because there is a war going on. You know what works great in a war? An ARMY. Buncha mentally unstable, martyr-complex ijits who can’t put their differences aside for one damn MINUTE so that maybe, JUST maybe, the could actually defeat the evil they’ve spent their entire lives dedicated to fighting. And if Ruby and Dean wanted to help Sam, what they should probably do is get him plugged in to that community. I do believe that of all they backasswards, self-obsessed, painfully anti-social crazies out there, the Winchesters are THE WORST.

Listen tho, this was like, a solid scene between these two. Just a lot of work goin' into this and it paid off.

Anyway, back to the mythology for a hot second - This sort of loosey-goosey stumbling into your own world building is probably another one of those things that you’ll only really get in a show with this many episodes per season? It’s that room to play and experiment and just make stuff up as you go along. I think the slow drip method of releasing episodes ALSO helps in this scenario because you’re able to see what fans are reacting to in almost-real time. When viewers are binging episodes, I think you're less likely to see what specifically they’re reacting to and more wholistically they’re reacting to. And that’s not to say you won’t see those specific things that they like/love eventually, but by the time you get there, your season’s been produced in its entirety and you’ll have to bear that in mind for (hopefully) next season. But with SPN, they were writing and producing the show at the same time that some of the episodes were airing. That’s why they were able to make decisions on the fly, based on what fans responded to. And definitely by this point in the show, there was a sizeable and vocal fan base that made their feelings VERY well-known. We’re only in season three, but they’ve already had a number of con appearances and a pretty active online presence. That kind of feedback has got to be helpful, from a writing perspective, but it also allows for things like characters getting cut because nobody liked them for some dumb reason. BUT, if you’re fighting to stay on the air for 100 episodes or longer, responding to fan reactions is what’s gonna do it and that’s a fact.

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NSFW Alphabet for Sub-Zero/Kuai Liang.

Felt cute might delete later.  But on a serious note, Anon, you requested it and you got it.

Ples be gentle with me, I’ve actually never wrote for Mortal Kombat, but 11 came out and I am once more back on my NSFW bullshit. Feeling blessed. Now time for the drill, this is HEAVY NSFW under the ‘keep reading’ So 18+ This isn’t getting tagged NSFW either, because Tumblr is run by Puritans and it will get deleted. Warnings; Smut, if you can believe it. Swearing, because I am British and everything that we write/say is filled with horrific swears. GIF does not belong to me!  ENJOY. I am so sorry. 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The king of Aftercare. You are so fragile and precious to him, he wants to ensure you’re okay, feeling well and fine. He is also a sucker for routines, so gets himself into one for after. He’ll cuddle you, make sure you’re okay, make you tea and do anything else you want. He will not rest and cannot get comfortable until he’s done his little routine.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) The man likes his chest. Let’s be fair guys, he has his tits out in nearly every one of his outfits. He’s not an overly vain guy however, so don’t be expecting him to boast about it. The reasoning behind it, is just because he loves it when you lay on it. Your body part it would be your lips or your hands. He loves to hold your hands or have your fingers trace his skin. It’s tactile touch, something he loves and adores and something he’s been deprived of a fair bit. As for you lips, there so soft and he loves to run his fingers over them. Also, they aren’t bad to kiss. He’s a big sweetie rather than an overly- sexual guy.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) Mess is not a massive thing for him. He’d prefer to minimise mess as much as possible. So, he’d prefer to cum in you. But if you’re not okay with that he will happily pull out or just use protection. Your comfort is one of the most important things to him.  

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He’d never admit this, but it actually gets him going when he see’s you in a Lin Kuei outfit. He’s not sure why. It just does. The tips of his ears go slightly pink and you swear you catch a slight blush spread across his face. This is a secret he will take to the grave with him. Nobody can know, and nobody will know. He has a reputation to uphold.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Please do not @ me for this. Buuutt “I have no time to socialise” But he is not that experienced. I headcanon that he’s probably not, he hasn’t had the time. His whole life has literally been planned for him, living in a mystic temple in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. So yeah, Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei yeah, Grandmaster of experience, probably not. He makes up for it in enthusiasm and he’s a damn fast learner.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual this will not because Tumblr is run by puritans) Even though it is a pretty tame and basic position, he loves it when you’re on top. Why? Because he doesn’t mind giving you control. He’s always in control and he just want to be for once. That, and he loves looking up at you whilst you ride him. He’s always a look of awe on his face. Hands gripping your hips, thumbs caressing your hip bones whilst you do so.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) He’s serious in nature all the time. He doesn’t even try and it’s just something that comes naturally to him. It’s also his default face, all serious and stoic. He’s no different when you’re intimate. He’s extremely serious during.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) Man takes care of himself. So, everything is kept pretty trimmed, neat and tidy.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) Extremely intimate. He can’t be very touchy feely with you during the day. He has to hold himself to a high standard, not in a vain way, but he has to set an example for the rest of the Clan. He cannot be seen as being ‘too soft’ type of thing. It’s also not proper for the Grandmaster to be into PDA either. So, when it’s just the two of you, he feels he can finally be connected to you. All of its in private, its just the two of you and that’s it. He’ll maybe say things he can’t say outside your shared room as well. He’s just a big softie, very intimate, lots of eye contact and caressing type business.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) He’s pretty good at supressing his sexual urges. Very disciplined. In the past, he treat it like a chore almost, if he had to do it. He’d often used Meditation as a crutch to try and get over it. If it’s an inappropriate time, or if he’s just too busy to find the time to please himself. He’ll be able to grit through it. He’d only do it if he just had an itch that Meditation, training and reading couldn’t scratch. If you’re not with him when an urge arises, and he cannot take his mind off it, he’ll have to do it too. Always thinking of you of course. It’s no longer a chore/task that needs to be taken care of.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) Man does not have a lot of kinks but… Temperature play (Pretty obvious) He always thought his power would be a nuisance and a hindrance when it came to touch. It doesn’t affect him, but he knows how cold he naturally is. He’d be pretty happy to hear, that there is a type of pleasure that can be brought about from it. He’d learn all the ins an outs. It feels sort of special to him? Like he’s causing you immense pleasure from his power, which, is pretty unique. He’s not vain about it, not boastful either. It’s a secret you share. Humble Kuai. He also loves to praise you

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) Yeah, you aren’t going to be fucking on his throne or anywhere that’s public any time soon. Bedroom, maybe the shower at a push. He’s got a reputation to maintain, that and PDA makes him extremely uncomfortable. Prying eyes aren’t needed. The thought of someone catching you when you’re intimate, makes him a little nauseas. He prefers the privacy of the bedroom, it feels more intimate and it’s the space you share.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) There are a few things that really get him going. Small touches throughout the day. Just little brushes to the arms, your hand squeezing his briefly, that sort of thing. He craves intimate touch but knows he has to restrain himself from PDA. But these little touches, they mean a lot to him. And they make him crave actually fucking you, the thought of his fingers caressing your stomach or your face as he fucks you; rather than caressing your arm quickly as he passes. The thoughts keep him going through the day until he can get you alone at night. He’ll always keep composure though, nobody knows he’s actually thinking of you, rather than paying attention. Watching you undress for him. He has no idea why it turns him on, all he knows in is it does it fiercely. He thinks its due to him finding you the most divine person on the planet, perfect in every way. So, he’s always in awe of you, every inch of you. When you call him Grandmaster as well. At first, he’s just happy someone isn’t being a disrespectful arsehole, like, then he realises you say it in a different tone when you’re alone. He notices the change in your voice and he kind of likes it. Not to be vain, but he loves it.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) He won’t hurt you, undermine you or degrade you. Anything that falls into those categories are on his ‘no list’ It makes him uncomfortable, you’re his partner and therefore his equal, you don’t deserve harsh words and degrading. You deserve praise. He also, doesn’t want the above done to him. He’s the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, has the mantle of Sub-Zero. So yeah, please don’t call him your ‘Sassy Ice slut’ He will not be happy with you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) He’s not a selfish man. Far from it. But he prefers to receive, he doesn’t mind giving don’t get me wrong. But he loves the feel of your mouth around his cock. You can literal make him fall to pieces whilst giving him oral. At first, he’d always grip the sheets whilst you were giving. He hated the thought of tangling his hands in your hair. Now, it’s his favourite thing to do. Your hair feels so good entangled in his fingers. He’ll always praise you on how well you’re doing, how amazing your mouth feels and just generally how great you are. He adores it. He can give, he’s not the greatest when you first start, but he develops some tricks that can have you a whining mess. His breath is really cold naturally, so it’ll make you jump at first. You’ll eventually get used to it though. Nothing better than having those eyes look up at you, whilst his face is buried in your cunt.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Fast and Rough is how he lives his life. Everything goes by so quickly, and his life is always fraught with some degree of danger. He wants everything to be different with you. So Slow and Sensual. He’ll focus on every stroke, every push and pull. Rake in every detail. It’s intimate, soft and passionate. The exact opposite of what his life is like outside of your room. He will speed up when he gets closer. But everything is well thought out, planned and expertly performed. He can do fast and rough but only in certain circumstances.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) As much as he doesn’t like them. Sometimes its all he can manage. And he hates it. He would prefer to spend his time with you, worshipping every inch of you. He prefers proper sex for the reason. But he knows with his schedule, they are sometimes needed and required. Before he leaves in a mission, if he wants to feel your skin on his before he leaves; he knows he will have to do it quick but not dirty. He still tries to make it romantic and passionate. He’ll never fuck in a closet or anywhere semi-public.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) He’s game to experiment with new positions, but he will not experiment with new locations. He cannot get caught, doesn’t want to get caught and will not jeopardise his reputation. He’s a stoic man and he carries a lot of weight on his shoulders. He also won’t do anything that will hurt either of you. He’s got a pretty open mind, but he may need convincing on certain things.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Stamina for days. His training has other advantages. Man is dedicated to that routine and its paid off in the bedroom. He could go for at least two long rounds. But he prefers one for two reasons. One, he’s lucky he can manage to have one round let alone two. Two, he loves to dedicate himself to you for as long as possible. Can last around an hour, he can set his pace to match yours, if he senses you’re tiring he’ll finish quicker. If you’re matching him and begging him to go longer he will do. Entirely receptive to your needs. However, you’ll always be left a panting mess, whilst he’s left fairly calm and relaxed.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Doesn’t trust technology, so no vibrators for you. But on a serious note, not happening. He can get you off himself and doesn’t need assistance. But if you wanted to use one, he would not stop you, because you are your own person and can do what you like. Not that you’d ever want one after fucking him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Teasing isn’t on the cards. It just doesn’t feel normal to him. If he ever does it, its unintentional. Or, it’ll be him giving you small arm touches to get you going. It’s not overt and excessive however. He’s not going to sext you a pic when he’s on a mission. That won’t ever happen. Sorry.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) He’s not loud either. Don’t expect him to be screaming your name to the heavens. It won’t be happening any time soon. He’s like a master assassin, he can control his noises fairly well. He’ll moan a little and groan maybe. The only time you’ll ever hear him increase his volume, will be when you’re deepthroating his cock. Take him by surprise when you’re sucking him off and he will moan. He’s learned to anticipate your moves now though, but he will still try and not restrain himself.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) Smutty; Extremely skilled with his fingers. Also, there on the colder side, but not so much so there uncomfortable. Fluffy; He will give you his headband to wear around your arm when he goes away. He’ll also replace it with one of your favourite colour. He fights for his clan and for you. He just wants you to have a piece of him when he’s away, and he wants a piece of you with him when he’s so far away. He’ll also leave you handwritten notes, that you have to decipher, because you have to keep your mind sharp!

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Not overly massive but not small. It’s on the bigger side of average. So probably like 5’5-5’7.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) His sex drive is that high. 3/4 times a week probably, but that’s if he gets his way. His schedule is ridiculous. The Clan take precedent. So, you’re probably looking at 2 times a week. He does make every moment count.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He has a strict sleep schedule. He will always be asleep fore 11. He has to wake early so he has to sleep early. So, it will depend on the time you’ve finished fucking really. If you’re both just lounging in bed after and its still pretty early; he will let you fall asleep first, he does like to make sure you’re okay and comfortable first. But to be fair, he’ll probably tire you out that you fall asleep at a similar time.

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BASICS.

FULL  NAME :  Pjel Qoet

NICKNAME :  NO.

AGE :  It’s a mystery!

BIRTHDAY :  Summer

ETHNIC  GROUP :  Viera (Rava)

NATIONALITY :  Ivalician (?)

LANGUAGE / S :  Common

SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :  Homosexual

ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :  Homoromantic

RELATIONSHIP  STATUS :  Much to her own surprise, she’s [re]entered into a relationship with Lofn Yascaret and Aja Hyskaris

HOME  TOWN / AREA :  Qoet, Golmore

CURRENT  HOME :  A little house in Shirogane, maybe?

PROFESSION :  Dark Knight, monster hunter, adventurer

PHYSICAL.

HAIR :  White with peach undertones, long and thick. Generally straight and kept neatly brushed and parted. On rare occasions, she’ll tie the bulk of it up into an enormous ponytail.

EYES :  Bright copper.

FACE :  Heavy lidded eyes, gently sloped cheeks, and a firm jaw that ends in a rounded point of a chin. Strong expressions are a rare sight as she seems to emote largely with her brows.

LIPS : Full.

COMPLEXION :  Dark, brown-grey. A smudge of a paler shade rings her nostrils and beneath the tip of her nose. Dappled with freckles most prominently across the apples of her cheeks.

BLEMISHES :  None that are visible at least.

SCARS :  Typically hidden. There are a few cuts, gashes, and worse that have left their marks.

TATTOOS :  A small marking on the bridge of her nose, the meaning of which is a mystery.

HEIGHT :   *Tall*.

WEIGHT :  On the heavier side, for Viera, on account of being RIPPED.

BUILD :  Marginally wider set than average for Viera. RIPPED, most notably in her core and upper body.

FEATURES :   Pjel considers herself fairly plain for Viera. A strong nose and thick brows, combined with her general impassiveness, lends herself to looking fairly severe and unfriendly in most instances. Thankfully, she’s fond of wearing a black face plate which cranks that up a few notches further!

ALLERGIES :  None that she’s aware of yet.

USUAL  HAIR  STYLE :  Worn down, long and parted down the middle. More of a mane than a defined style.

USUAL  FACE  LOOK :  Aloof, indifferent, perhaps even bored. In the company of friends, she’s more prone to soft grins that are barely even there.

USUAL  CLOTHING :   Heavy plate and mail in golds, black, and crimson. Loose shirts, preferably with high collars and low necklines. Trousers and heeled boots. Hyur fashions fascinate her but her sense leans towards crisp, utilitarian lines.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S :  Nothing. (Except for Garlean war machina, losing herself to Mist frenzy, and failure in general.)

ASPIRATION / S :  To live an honorable life, even if she will not be remembered by her home.

POSITIVE  TRAITS :  Fearless, stalwart, honest.

NEGATIVE  TRAITS :  Reckless, distant, too quick to trust, might have a bit of a martyr complex.

MBTI : ESTJ-A (Executive)

ZODIAC : Virgo

TEMPERAMENT :  Phlegmatic

SOUL  TYPE / S :   Server

ANIMALS :   Lion

VICE HABIT / S :   Brooding, gambling, distancing herself from loved ones (whoops!)

FAITH :  After a fashion, though not in Eorzea’s gods at least

GHOSTS ? :  Yes

AFTERLIFE ? :  Sure

REINCARNATION ? :  One can only hope

ALIENS ? :   ????

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT :  Garlemald bad

EDUCATION  LEVEL :  Enough to get by: basic reading/writing, basic arithmetic.

FAMILY.

FATHER :  Somewhere

MOTHERS :  Pjel has moved past resentment and settled into indifference. She thinks about them still, but not with any fondness.

SIBLINGS :  Many, none of whom she has spoken to in decades.

EXTENDED  FAMILY :  Certainly. When she knew them, she had little involvement in their lives. Now, she has none.

NAME MEANING / S :  Pjel of Qoet. If there is a deeper meaning to her name, it was not shared with her.

HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? :  She was born there.

FAVORITES.

BOOK :  NO.

DEITY :  She respects the reverence of spirits as they do in Doma, but she is not inclined to worship them.

HOLIDAY :  ????

MONTH :  Summer

SEASON :  Summer

PLACE :  On the road between places, the interludes between one challenge and the next. A busy marketplace. Gardens and woods.

WEATHER :  Bright sunny days. Light summer rains, the kind that get humid and sticky.

SOUND / S:  Rustling grass and leaves. Birdsong. The steady drip or babble of water.

SCENT / S :  Approaching rainfall. Grasses, leaves, and earth. Flowers. Incense.

TASTE / S :  Fresh fish. Grilled meats. Creamy stews full of vegetables and mushrooms. Girlfriends.

FEEL / S :  Polished metal. Hard woods. Tree bark. Fur.

ANIMAL / S :  Cats. Chocobos, to a lesser extent.

NUMBER : What kind of nerd picks favorite numbers (it’s 3)

COLORS :  Greens, browns, blues

EXTRA.

TALENTS :  Cutting things the fuck up, teamwork, assessing threats quickly

BAD  AT :  Thinking things through, seeing the bigger picture, maintaining calm once she’s started to lose her temper, understanding and managing money, seeing through lies

TURN  ONS :  Women, especially the ones who can beat her up. Meaningful stares. Brief touches of skin.

TURN  OFFS :  Flirtatious men, chaotic or evil people, cowards, Garleans

HOBBIES :  Fishing, mending armor and blades, gambling

TROPES :  Lady and the Knight, Blood Knight, Combat Stilettos, Cool Mask, BFS, Emotion Suppression, Rage Breaking Point, Dark-skinned Blonde, Statuesque Stunner, Big Ol’ Eyebrows, You Can’t Go Home Again, The Stoic, Held Gaze...

QUOTES : “Let me make it up to you” is a thing she’s been saying to too many people recently

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 :  If you could write your character your way in their own movie,  what would it be called,  what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?          

A1 :  Some cheesy fantasy/action romp where Pjel not only becomes a renowned knight but also the champion of a beautiful sorceress and the rival/bro of another equally renowned knight. It would be called Final Fantasy 8 and everyone in it is gay.

Q2 :  What would their soundtrack/score sound like?          

A2 :  A lot of ambient sounds with light melodies that ramp up into cool battle themes. Basically a Soulsborne soundtrack.

Q3 :  Why did you start writing this character?          

A3 :   I’ve been dying for a viera character since they were teased at Fanfest 2014, and I have a deep love for the whole [dark] knight aesthetic. It’s helped tremendously that I have some really cool friends to bounce ideas and dumb headcanons off of.

Q4 :   What first attracted you to this character?          

A4 :   Viera + DRK = GOOD SHIT, but I am currently living for the Buny Death Squad

Q5 :  Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 :  She’s very short sighted and has a pretty black and white view of the world which can lead her to being dismissive towards people or ideas. Writing her has presented its own set of challenges because I try to rely more on body language and things like that. Sometimes I get the message across, sometimes not!

Q6 :  What do you have in common with your muse?          

A6 :  I have no connection to my family and I don’t know how to talk to girls.

Q7 :  How does your muse feel about  you?          

A7 :  I don’t think Pjel would think of me at all because I am a soft, weak human who has nothing to offer to the world.

Q8 :  What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?        

A8 :  Lofn and Aja have been wonderful foils and the chemistry they’ve been trying to rediscover has been so interesting to see. Meeting Anchor got off on such an odd foot (I’M SORRY) but I’ve enjoyed the dynamic there and I’m eager to see where their relationship goes. Likewise with Batuhan and Arasen but yall know I’m a sucker for Stoic Cool Warriors and Bastards, respectively. Nabi and Ghoa have been so delightful in their own ways, and I’m curious to see Pjel learn of Ghoa’s more manipulative tendencies... if she does at all, being the big idiot she is.

Q9 :  What gives  you inspiration  to write  your muse ?        

A9 :  Various battle themes, a lot of stuff from like FF8 and FF9. Soulsborne stuff because I’m weak for it. Also reading anything and everything from RP friends!! Cause yall are inspiring!!!!!!!!

Q10 :  How long did this take you to complete ?          

A10 :  The better part of a day off and on! I saved the tropes bit for last cause I knew that was going to take the longest.