#on a serious note thank you 👉👈

[edorazzi]

1st-14th: Almost Tintin Day (･ิω･ิ)

15th: It's Tintin Day! (≧▽≦)

16th-31st: So long until Tintin Day ＿|￣|○

On a more serious note, I love all the art you post. It's so... alive? I don't know art words, but I do like it! I'm always happy when you post (｡>﹏<｡)

Also, I'm very intrigued to see your take on the showerhead scene. Would that be happening some time in the future? 👉👈

Also I have no clue how tumblr culture works and if this should be an ask or message so sorry if it's wrong 🙇

This is the sweetest message ever, omg! Thank you @dailyduring!!! 🥺

Of course I take forever to get to these things, but I really appreciate how much people look forward to Tintin Day every month. It's been a constant on my blog for so long (even if the quality varies wildly) and the fact you guys are always interested makes me so happy!

And of COURSE you get the showerhead scene, an absolute classic I kept meaning to get around to. Very strong, very powerful! 🌊

[luvring]

Can I say I absolutely adore your headcanons for our lovely Touchstarved LI’s!! If it’s not too much trouble. May I ask for more Leander HCs? 🥺👉👈

GENERAL LEANDER HCS

gn!reader | (small leander hcs post) THANK U!!!! that means a lot 🙁🤍 and Yes. Always. red flags don't scare me. they don't even say BOO! like come on

casual physical touch. his arm wrapping around your shoulders while you're sitting down together, subconsciously pulling you closer when either of you laugh, playing with your hands while you talk about your plans for the day (he promises he's paying attention)

"oh, sure!" is just his general reaction to you asking for physical affection. "of course!" with a smile, "c'mere." with his arms open wide, etc. this guy really like(d/s) when you hold his face

does the thing where he puts his arm behind your headrest while he's backing up the car. yes he's extremely aware of what he's doing. maybe if you weren't forcing yourself to stare straight ahead you'd notice his amused smirk when his eyes flicker over to you

you tell him about your birthday?? he's gonna tell you he'll be the first one to say happy birthday. you think he's joking because of his tone but he's serious

you are legally allowed to do whatever you want and bring him anywhere for your birthday. i'm saying this as if leander wouldn't do anything you said you wanted to do any other day but like it's a Whole day of him being available you know.

attempts to make a personalized drink for you. Attempts... you know what if it turns out good he'd ask for name ideas. says logically it should be something inspired by you somehow

will see you working at a table and quietly come up from behind to hug you. rests his chin on your shoulder and asks what you're working on, humming and asking questions while you explain

if he notices you're stressed he starts massaging your shoulders without you asking and asks if he can do anything to help

"only sings when he's alone" ? Not Anymore. Not On My Blog. ask him to sing you to sleep and he'll let you pick a song as if he hasn't noted your favourite ones already. sing a duet for karaoke. let him woo you

would dance with you if you stopped to watch a street performer. nothing extravagant or anything, especially if you'd be embarrassed, but he might spin you once and sway. makes sure to drop some change for the performer of course

type of guy to drop whatever he's holding if he sees you running toward him so he can catch you. perhaps does a little spin while he laughs.

holds your hand in his pocket when it's cold :)

makes sure you're tucked in properly if he finds you asleep. kisses your forehead before either quietly walking away or joining you in bed

not awesome at taking photos of you but he can be taught i swear. i think he'd like to try out a photo booth though...makes sure to kiss you for one of the photos

??? unrelated to you,, he looks like he'd try to get everyone else into a photo booth after you do it. because.. friendship? brother... he asks if they want to use one of the silly photo booth filters/themes

he'd have a special ringtone for you. also he looks like he uses emojis. like unironically . Like 😯😞😓😊

[ijjstlostthegame]

If it's not to much trouble, what in the world is Bruce and Clay doing?

In someone's else art they had Grey John Dory and swapped Brue and Clay over, making Clay the vaycayer and Bruce the Co-survivalist with (I'm guessing) Putt-Putt Queen Poppy.

Idk if you think about that too or if it's just Grey John Dory and Pop Queen Viva but seeing them react/1st meeting with Grey John Dory would be fun/heartbreaking either way.

Thanks for sharing your art and headcannons of this au, it's super cool😁🤩🥳

Hi! I am glad you like my au! I see you in my notes a lot hehehehe

As for clay and Bruce I really haven’t thought about swapping their places? Cause it’s the irony in the story you know, brace was put in an uptight routine and ended up in vacay island, clay was the fun one and ended up as the serious admin, I don’t think they’ll compliment each other’s roles if they got switched up

(Also if you have that gray jd art work at hand it’ll be appreciated if you send it my way *grabby hands* 👀👀👀👉👈)

[agendabymooner]

baby said ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member! ofc)

"i'm not afraid of you being vulgar, but why are you so vicious?"

summary: lester and danny ARE NOT in love. OR go dumpster diving in the comments section of daniel and lester as they continue to love each other, disrespectfully <3 (and is danny serious about his proposal?)

content warnings: it's literally just danny and lester being messy in twitter and instagram (bit of thirst tweets incoming), brief use of explicit language, some shitty proposals because i don't know how relationship transitions work lol, simp!lester and simp!danny. maneskin members appearance in the comment section.

note: demon time but it's daniel ricciardo this time. just so you guys know, this series is not done in order. i'm just posting certain headcanons that i can come up with as my brain keeps functioning. by the way, have you checked out my toto wolff fic yet?

let me know what you think!!! enjoy xx

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ethaneskin wow loressandro hows it like being the hottest out of the two of you liked by loressandro and danielricciardo

danielricciardo please suck up to her on her page thx

loressandro i was going to say my boyfriend is actually hotter than me but nvm i guess 🙃

redbullracing she's a beauty she's grace 😇

scuderiaferrari she still wouldn't go to your paddock even if you say that to her face 😜

maxverstappen1 when she doesn't look like a hellhound for once 🤯

user1 and ur the one to talk 💀

loressandro i love u liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo you should marry me

loressandro you should ask me in person

danielricciardo okay i'll see you tomorrow :)

loressandro okay safe trip :)

user1 mA'AM?

user2 y'all I-

tagged danielriccardio

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tillywolff omgggggg!!! congratulations mia cara!!!

landonorris let the ipad kid be the ring bearer 👉👈

danielricciardo try harder then maybe we'll allow it

charles_leclerc welcome to the fifth circle lester !! liked by loressandro

loressandro thanks! dante didn't disappoint at all!

user1 WE DIDN'T THINK HE'D ACTUALLY DO IT WTF

user2 danielricciardo bestie when you say shit like that online you wouldn't actually do it.

danielricciardo i like to fuck around and find out.

user3 lester allie? nah, rizz-ter rizziardo. liked by loressandro and danielriccardo

user4 rizzter arizzandro-rizzardo liked by loressandro

loressandro this one takes the cake.

ethaneskin wooohooooo i hope that 2015 ticket was worth it liked by danielricciardo

tagged loressandro

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redbullracing we'll hold the reception in our paddock

scuderiaferrari you're not the first to try and snatch our italian paddock princess from us

maxverstappen1 congratulations!

pierregasly getting my suit ready what's the dress code?

loressandro nobody said you were invited tho???

pierregasly your gift from me will be nothing but disappointment.

carlossainzjr so will you finally admit that you searched for her twitter username after seeing her at their eurovision performance?

loressandro what.

user1 daniel ricciardo you are F U C K E D big time lad

danielricciardo hahaha that was meant for our 20th anniversary tbfh sorry babe.

user2 that's a nice ring! is that the one that you stole from my grandma? that's in her will i think.

danielricciardo i promise i'll find a way to feed your family

user3 there was some grave robery thing going on in our city. weren't you here yesterday?

danielricciardo i dunno what you're on about...

landonorris i lost the twitch money in my bank account. it says there was a purchase from a jewelry store. didn't you ask if you could borrow my card the other day?

danielricciardo i already paid you back?

bonus !!!

tagged danielricciardo

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pierregasly you are so thirsty.

loressandro AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT MF

user1 i want her energy.

user2 i want the vibe that she gives.

user3 i want someone who'll hype me like her

user4 i want her.

danielricciardo oof same!

danielricciardo man i can't wait to smother my face with a neck pillow. liked by loressandro

user5 JAIL!!! PUT THIS MAN TO JAIL!!!

[jophiel-extras]

and maybe an sfw alphabet for azi? 👉👈

summary :: Aziraphale sfw alphabet!

warning :: none, fluff

note :: still waiting for nsfw Crowley requests to colonise my inbox 🥱

A = Affection

Surprisingly, Aziraphale isn’t crazily affectionate even if you are his partner. He’s quite reserved in that manner. Of course, if you want physical love Aziraphale is more than up for the job but he’s not one to hang off you. Freely though, he’ll kiss and hug you whenever the time is right.

B = Best friend

Aziraphale is incredibly kind and considerate. He’s such a good person, you’d have to be insane not to want him as a friend! He’s one of those people that just cares an there aren’t many of those these days. He cares unabashedly about you and who you are. He will always be there to help you and listen to you, no matter the circumstances.

C = Cuddles

Aziraphale is a fan of his personal space, so he won’t always cuddle you. Generally greeting embraces and whenever you need comforting are the most times you hug, that and cuddling before bed. He especially loves to read to you whilst you lay on his chest and snooze.

D = Domestic

Aziraphale adores the settled lifestyle. Living in peace with you. Every day feels like something kind and normal, breakfast together, going out together, sleeping with one another. He loves it. Aziraphale is honestly such a traditional wife, he likes staying indoors and looking after the bookshops.

E = Ending

Aziraphale wouldn’t commit to someone unless he knew he could spend the rest of his life with them (well technically, they could spend the rest of their life with him), so a breakup is highly unlikely. However, if it were ever to occur Aziraphale would be heartbroken and you’d never leave his mind, not for another century.

F = Fiance(e)

Angels aren’t really allowed to get married but Aziraphale is a bit of a rule breaker and would certainly offer you a ring as a sign of his commitment to you. A wedding might not occur, but you’d be married in the eyes of an Angel which I find much more binding than law.

G = Gentle

Physically, Aziraphale is as soft as they come and emotionally too. He is very carefully in how he approaches your emotions, especially if you’re overwhelmed.

H = Hugs

Aziraphale consistently greets you with a nice hug! Aziraphale hugs under your arms, pulling your chest in. It’s so soft and comforting, he’s such a good hugger (I wouldn’t tell him, but it’s honestly like hugging a marshmallow).

I = I love you

Depending on how complicated of a relationship you have, the L word might be lost in translation but if he’s got the feelings and he knows it, Aziraphale isn’t afraid to verbalise it.

J = Jealousy

Of course Aziraphale is completely comfortable in your relationship, he’s secure in what you have. Although that won’t stop the odd attention you might get from a stranger possibly rubbing him the wrong way. It’s never serious enough to warrant a big discussion; he might just pull a little more affection from you to reassure himself of your love for him.

K = Kisses

Aziraphale is particularly fond of cheek and forehead kisses!! He adores it when you randomly plant a kiss on his cheek as he reads, or as you pass him in the bookshop. He thinks it’s the sweetest thing. He likes to kiss your head mainly. The top of your head when you lay on his chest, or as you hug. While he kisses your head, he likes to smell your hair and will usually compliment whatever shampoo you’ve been using.

L = Little ones

Aziraphale cannot have children, but often thinks about what a blessing it would be for you two to have kids of your own. He’d be a gentle parent, for sure.

M = Morning

Waking up to the smell of breakfast cooking, and walking to the kitchen to find Aziraphale whipping up some fluffy pancakes. Or, maybe if you wake up early enough, you can beat him to it and surprise him with a delicious Eggs Benedict which he will certainly mention in his thankfulness prayers. It’s not unheard of though, for a lazy day in, cuddling and snoozing together whilst the day goes by.

N = Night

Early nights, mostly. Aziraphale is always making sure you sleep early enough.

O = Open

You’d get to know Aziraphale through a friendship first, he wouldn’t feel comfortable becoming an official partner of yours until you know about him and what he truely is.

P = Patience

Aziraphale is the most patient person you know!

Q = Quizzes

Aziraphale has quite the memory bank on you. He’s a sucker for getting you meaningful gifts, so he listens to you and your interests intently. Even something in passing, he’s there for it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he kept a little notebook of quirks he’s noticed on you.

R = Remember

Aziraphale has a particularly fond memory of sharing a cream bun with you. You’d gotten a bit of cream on your cheek which he had wiped off ever so gently, caressing your face. The sweet gesture turned into your first kiss. After the kiss, Aziraphale licked the cream from his thumb and murmured “Delicious,” which had you as red as a tomato. He found it all quite cute.

S = Security

It might not seem like it, but Aziraphale is incredibly passionate about your safely and wellbeing. He has the ability to keep you safe, and repeatedly does even when you don’t realise it. There’s been a few under the table miracles he’s performed to keep you just that little bit safer. If you’re human he’s particularly wary, citing that “Humans are very delicate creatures,” when justifying his doting.

T = Try

Aziraphale has been known to spoil you when it comes to the effort he puts into dates, anniversaries, gifts and honestly just everyday tasks.

U = Ugly

Aziraphale has been known to oversee your negative feelings sometimes, telling you it will pass or trying to solve it instead of just letting you rant your heart out. The moment you mentioned it, he tried to switch up his attitude but will sometimes lecture you on solving problems whenever you need to ride out your negative emotions. He trying though, that’s what counts.

V = Vanity

Not at all! Aziraphale isn’t one to be bothered with aesthetics (other than a nice outfit, of course).

W = Whole

Unless you’re with him, Aziraphale feels a lingering loneliness so you’re never from him for too long.

X = Xtra

Aziraphale can’t help but just look at you, all the time. Sleeping especially, it’s happened more than once, you waking up to Aziraphale gazing at you with all the adoration in the world. Despite having crazy bed head, a cheek dry with drool and a puffy morning face, Aziraphale will still ogle you.

Y = Yuck

He’s not a fan of slobs! Pick up after yourself!!

Z = Zzz

Aziraphale prefers to be productive, so he will sleep early when there’s nothing to do and wake up early too. Even if he does go to bed later, he will still wake up at 5 or 6am. Somehow, you can never feel when he leaves the bed. He’s never woken you up, not once.

[an-angels-fury]

Two Men in Love

Hey people! Guess who came back with a fresh new Caspeter fanfic?! 😘

A big thanks for @eds-gryff for making 👉 THIS AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL VIDEO 👈 that inspired me to write this piece (that with some luck will receive like... 5 notes or something like that).

I'm really considering to start posting my fics on AO3. Who knows...

Anyway, good reading! 🫶

P.S.: A friendly reminder that English is not my first language, so don't fuck me up, okay?

P.S. 2: The fic's title comes from the song of same name by "The Irrepressibles" (THIS IS THE CASPETER ANTHEM I WON'T ACCEPT CRITICISM! 👌)

P.S. 3: The photos and quotes used on the aesthetic were all found on Pinterest, but the edit was made BY ME. DON'T FUCKING REPOST IT!!! 😡

The afternoon sun was already reaching its peak when Peter took the same usual route back home. He had left early in the morning to travel the long distance to the small village where he cared for his patients. The start of the day had been peaceful and, luckily, no particularly serious medical cases had to be dealt with, just minor incidents such as a 7-year-old girl with a broken ankle after falling from a tree, a lumberjack with a dislocated shoulder and an old fisherman who had some difficulty breathing - a problem definitely related to his advanced age and his addiction to smoking. Unfortunately, no matter how many times Peter warned him about the consequences of excessive cigarette use, it was a harmful habit that the old, stubborn man was not willing to give up.

The doctor was climbing the hill, coat and suitcase in each hand, admiring the green, undulating mounds that decorated the landscape that was beginning to form before his eyes. He couldn't imagine choosing a better place to spend the rest of his life - well, actually there was another place, but it was the only place he already knew he could never return to. For a moment, Peter found himself downcast, the weight of melancholy taking over his chest. It was a feeling he was already familiar with, although it became less constant with each passing year. A king could leave Narnia, but Narnia would never leave him as long as he lived. He was absolutely sure of that.

A loud noise woke him from his cloud of thoughts, and suddenly the bittersweet feeling in his heart disappeared. A dog with yellow fur and big ears came running towards him, barking at the top of his lungs, and the blond man didn't hesitate to drop his things and opened his arms to welcome him. When he least noticed, Peter found himself flung to the ground, laughing like a child as the animal on top of him licked his face, wagging the tail happily. When the dog calmed down from his euphoric state and allowed the poor man to recover, Peter sat down on the grass and scratched the animal's head right behind the ears - exactly in his favorite spot.

- I missed you too, big boy - he said with a big smile on his face.

That sweet moment was interrupted by a whistle coming from not far away. The dog turned his head and remained quiet for a moment, just looking towards the supposed place where the sound had come from. Soon after, a man's voice was heard, calling him by the name. Peter would recognize that beautiful voice from any corner of the world.

- Rhidon!

The animal didn't blink before barking and running away again. Without rushing, Peter got up and walked a few more meters until he finally saw the small cottage that, a few years ago, had become his new home. In front of the door, there was a very happy Caspian carrying Rhidon in his arms as if he were a giant baby. Peter couldn't help but laugh at such an adorable scene. The dark-haired man smiled back at him and made room for him to come in.

- I hope you're hungry. - Caspian said.

- Starving. - Peter joked.

The smell of fresh bread coming from the kitchen reached his nostrils, which quickly remind him that there were still some sweets and baked goods left in the special basket the baker's wife had given him in thanks for taking care of their sick son. Peter sat down at the table and allowed Caspian to serve him.

- Bon appétit. - Caspian placed the plate in front of his companion and leaned over to give him a little smootch.

The young telmarine had no cooking skills when he arrived in England, which was expected of a prince who spent most of his life being served by others around him. Fortunately, because he was a curious person and fascinated with everything that was different and unknown to him - one of the many reasons why Peter had fallen in love with him -, Caspian was quite willing to learn, especially having Susan and Lucy to help him. Although neither of the two boys were masters in the art of cooking, they loved creating new recipes and dishes whenever they had the opportunity. It was one of their favorite pastimes.

The cottage in which they lived was a simple but no less charming place. The walls were painted a beige tone and the windows were adorned with white shutters and small pots of wildflowers outside. It was possible to hear the slight creaking of the boards when walking on the wooden floor, but this was never considered a nuisance for any of the residents - on the contrary, it was considered a relaxing and even inviting sound for both. In the living room, there was a couch and an old armchair where the boys usually sat at the end of the day to relax in front of the cozy heat of the fireplace. 

The location of the house couldn't be more perfect either. The cottage was built in a rural area, surrounded by nature and relatively far from any sign of human life. On the other hand, the place still had a considerable distance between the village where Peter always worked - and where he and Caspian went twice a week to buy the supplies and food necessary for their daily lives - and Professor Kirke's mansion, who had become a great friend, confidant and tutor for the two young people since their last adventure in Narnia. He was responsible for helping the Pevensie siblings teach Caspian everything about their reality - he still remembered fondly from time to time of the prince's shocked expression after finding out they all lived in a round world! -, as well as being Peter's greatest guide during his journey to build his career in medicine. The couple made frequent visits to the master's house, where they also met up with Lucy and Edmund - and sometimes Susan as well - to spend the afternoon drinking tea with cookies, telling stories and even plotting little pranks to make fun of the Professor’s poor housekeeper Mrs. McCready, who had already grown new strands of gray hair since the last time they were there. Sometimes it was as if they had never stopped being children.

But the best part of it all was that Peter and Caspian no longer had to worry about hiding their love. They could court, exchange passionate kisses, walk across the field hand in hand, rest their heads on each other's shoulders, lie embraced in the meadow in the sunlight. They were free to express all the affection and intimacy that other lovers shared when were together.

The two sat at the table without saying a word for most of the meal, just exchanging shy smiles and affectionate looks. Even after all these years, they still felt and acted like two teenagers in love.

- And you? Aren't you going to eat? - Peter asked, noticing that Caspian hadn't picked up a plate for himself.

- I had already eaten before you arrived. - Caspian explained - You came back early today. How was your afternoon, doctor?

The blond one smiled at the other man's playful tone and moved his hand towards his, interlacing their fingers. From there, Peter began to tell a little about the patients he had seen that day. The two continued talking for a while until, a few minutes later, they got up and went to the couch in the living room. Peter decided to take a new book from the shelf to start reading - one of those lent by Professor Kirke -, while Caspian allowed him to lie down on his lap and just stayed there, running his fingers through his lover's golden hair and carefully watching the change in his expressions as he flip through the pages of the book in his hands.

Caspian recalled that one of the things that surprised him most when meeting Peter was seeing with his own eyes who the man behind the legend was. From idealization to disappointment to acceptance and, finally, to love, he reached a point where he realized that Peter Pevensie - the flawed, vulnerable being who was willing to carry all the burdens of the world alone for the protection of those he loved most, even that this meant putting his own pain aside and suffering in silence - was much more fascinating than the heroic and majestic figure of "The High King Peter the Magnificent'' that he had learned to adore and idolize since he was a child. He felt honored to be one of the few people to know details—intimate secrets—that couldn't be found in any dusty old history book: like the way Peter's shoulders relaxed when he lay awake at night, incapable of surrendering to sleep, sitting against the window frame watching the stars; the unique and special glow that lit up in his smile whenever Lucy was with him; all the wonderful sounds that escaped his mouth when Caspian touched and kissed him in all the right places every time they made love.

Every touch, every gesture, every perfect imperfection made Peter, his husband - perhaps not officially recognized by the law of men, or even in the eyes of God, but real to them and their dear ones - the extraordinary man he loved so so much. And Caspian hoped he had the rest of their lives to show him that.

After a while, Peter got tired of reading and, in one quick movement, closed the cover of the book and sat down. Curious, Caspian remained quiet, looking at the other man, who soon spoke with a voice full of enthusiasm:

- Let's go outside!

Before he had a chance to react, Peter was already pulling him off the couch and guiding him to the front door. It didn't take a second for Rhidon, who was previously asleep on the floor, to wake up to his owners' excitement and quickly follow them. The three of them ran out into the open air, their messy hair flying in the wind and barefoot, feeling the earth, the fallen leaves and the dew on the green grass under the soles of their feet. At that moment, they were not gentlemen of English society, nor soldiers rebuilding their lives in a chaotic world ravaged by war, much less kings of a land full of talking animals and magical creatures. They were just two happy, carefree boys with indomitable spirits and fire in their hearts. They knew they had everything they needed.

When they were both exhausted and out of breath, Peter and Caspian lay down together and watched the way the setting sun painted the sky in strong shades of orange, pink and red. Well, just Caspian, actually. Peter had all his attention focused on the young telmarine's face. The former prince's beauty never went unnoticed in his eyes, even at a time when he still believed to despise him with every fiber of his being. Honestly, the fact that the High King felt so captivated by those piercing black pupils, that tanned skin, those long dark locks that fell over Caspian's broad shoulders in beautiful waves only served to make him even more annoyed with the other’s mere presence.

Not that this was the first time a man had made Peter feel this way. Apparently, romantic relationships between people of the same gender had always been seen as something natural in Narnia, which surprised him at first, considering the fact that he was raised in a world where such an attitude was seen as something abnormal and, at worst, a crime. He remembered the few occasions he had got the attention of some members of the court and messengers from neighboring kingdoms during his and his siblings' reign. There were times when he corresponded and even took the attraction game further. But none of his suitors had ever made Peter feel what he felt when he was with Caspian. And at first, it terrified him. It did because, even after so many years, he still heard voices whispering in his mind, calling him cursed names.

Sick. Unclean. Aberration. Sinner.

But with Caspian, something changed. Those aggressive words began to lose their force. All it took was the sweetness of his smile or hearing him call Peter’s name and suddenly, all the noise inside him was reduced to the purest silence. Now, he could hold Caspian's hand without feeling dirty. He could say "I love you" in its truest meaning without feeling the weight of guilt taking over his heart. He finally allowed himself to feel pleasure, not shame, in being hugged, kissed, touched and, above all, loved by his partner.

You love him and he loves you. You are happy. You are not hurting anyone. There is nothing wrong with that.

You are not broken. You don't need fixing.

Peter stayed like this, lying on the taller man's shoulder, admiring the calm and dreamy expression on his face.

- That's what I love most. - Caspian broke the silence, his voice calm.

- What?

- Moments like this, where we can be alone. Just you and me.

And then came the smile. That damn stupid, charming smile that always made a warm blush rise to his cheeks. And there was only one thing Peter could - and desperately needed - to do about it. He propped himself up on both elbows, held Caspian's face between his hands and pressed his lips against his, giving him a long, slow, fervent kiss.

That's what made Caspian so beautiful, the blond man told himself: it wasn't just his physical beauty, but all the color and beauty he brought to Peter's world. And he had no words to describe the extent of his gratitude for having this wonderful human being by his side.

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The night was calm. The only sounds in the room were the continuous music playing on the radio station and a gentle breeze that blew against the glass of the closed windows. Even after they had already eaten dinner, Peter returned to sit at the table in the kitchen to pay attention to issues related to his work. He was analyzing some notes he had written over the last few weeks related to the project of a new clinic. For a long time, Peter saw medicine as a chance to wash his soul of all the blood he had shed in his former existence, to use his hands to heal and save lives instead of taking them. He wanted to prove to himself that he could be much more than a weapon, an instrument for violence and death. And in the end, he succeeded. But he wanted it to be just the beginning of an even bigger plan.

The young man was so deep in his thoughts that he almost jumped out of his chair when he heard the clinking of the saucer being placed on the table. Peter soon felt the hot steam from the teacup being blown into his face.

- To keep you awake. - Caspian's gentle voice reached his ears.

- I'm not that tired. - Peter replied without looking up from the papers - You know, you don't need to pamper me all the time. I'm already grown up.

Caspian just snorted at his husband's typical petulance. It was a silly behavior he was already quite used to.

- But that's how our relationship works: you take care of everyone. And I - he paused his sentence to approach and kiss Peter's left cheek and only then completed - I take care of you. So, accept this at once and stop complaining.

All Peter did was roll his eyes and simply accept his lover's affectionate gesture.

- Thank you. - Peter said, this time in a more delicate and less irritated tone. In return, Caspian held one of his hands and placed a kiss on his fingers, letting his lips take time to caress that pale, soft skin. When that contact finally ceased, the telmarine was taken by surprise when he noticed the way the man sitting in front of him stared back at him, following his every slightest movement, without ever looking away.

Peter's eyes were the first thing that caught Caspian's attention when they met. Those blue eyes, deep and clear as the ocean, sometimes calm and peaceful, sometimes restless and stormy, where giant waves crashed and broke against each other. Caspian always felt like he found a new adventure every time he looked into those eyes, a new secret to be revealed, a new dark corner to be found, an infinite number of possibilities and mysteries that would be impossible to discover in a single life. Even those who called themselves the bravest explorers would be intimidated by the sight of those turbulent and unpredictable waters, but Caspian wasn't one of them. He came from a long lineage of pirates, the daring and danger of the seas ran through his veins. He was not afraid of drowning - in fact, he gladly embraced this possibility.

Suddenly, a slow, romantic ballad started playing on the radio, waking the two lovers from their frenzy - or maybe it was just carrying them into a new dream.

- Would you give me the privilege of follow me in this dance? - Caspian invited him, speaking in a low, deep voice in a way that let his Spanish accent even more evident. He knew very well the effect such seductive move used to have on Peter and how to use it to his advantage.

- The tea will get cold. - the other one stammered in a failed attempt to disguise the desire that took his breath away.

The dark-haired man just chuckled cheekily.

- Just shut up.

Peter didn't even try to retort as he knew that any form of resistance would be futile. He just stood up and let Caspian guide them to the little slice of Heaven the two of them shared.

Since the first time he and his siblings were sent away from Narnia, Peter didn't believe that he would ever be able to feel such genuine joy in worldly things again, like taking an afternoon nap in the shade of a tree, inhaling the scent of the pages of a book when you open it, feeling a snowflake melting on your tongue or even practicing small acts of altruism and kindness on a daily basis that were capable of transforming lives in miraculous ways - he also quickly learned that he didn’t need to be a powerful hero to help those who needed it most.

And of course, dancing at night in the middle of the kitchen with your love. It was another one of his favorite pastimes. Two bodies united, moving in time and space. Heart against heart, beating like drums, sharing the same melody. They were flames, burning and turning everything around them into shadows and smoke, until there was nothing left but the music and two souls naked in the starlight.

The tea was left forgotten on the top of the table, along with all his responsibilities. At that moment, Peter's only reality was Caspian's hair tangled between his fingers, those strong arms running around his hips and the heat of the young man’s lips brushing the skin of his neck. He had never felt so much pleasure in being totally surrendered. All Peter could do was close his eyes, sigh deeply, and just exist.

After that, it's not known exactly how much time has passed. Any sense of hours or minutes became completely clouded and scattered. One moment, the two men were standing in the kitchen and the next, they had been magically transported to the bedroom, taking off their clothes and continuing their dance, but this time, to a rhythm that only they could hear. It was an old song of which only they knew the notes, the rests and the chords. They were the only ones who knew which parts of the body they needed to touch with their hands or mouth to make the other moan, scream and sing.

At the end of the act, the two found themselves thrown onto the messy bed sheets, sweaty bodies intertwined in the darkness. Peter rested his forehead against Caspian's collarbone and closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of his skin and concentrating on the heavy rise and fall of the boy's chest. Then, he felt Caspian wrap his arms around him and slowly slide his hands down his back, massaging specific points on his spine with circular movements of his thumbs. It was a calm, relaxing sensation that made all the tension in the blond's muscles disappear, allowing him to sink into a deep sleep.

It was still something strange to him, being with someone who made him feel safe, protected. In most situations, it was Peter who was forced to take on the mantle of protector, as the eldest brother and as king. It was a challenge to give up this role that he had imposed on himself for so long. It took patience and reflection for him to finally understand that his family was no longer in danger, that the war was already over. That he didn't need to fight anymore. Of course, there were still days when he was haunted by terrible echoes of the past, nights when he woke up to the sound of his own crying and the screams in his head, afternoons when he walked very attentively down the street or stood still for a minute in front of the cottage’s door in an unusual state of alert, as if he feared that something bad was about to happen at any moment.

Now, everything had changed. Peter had found someone he could show his demons to and he knew they wouldn't run away. Not that he had never been vulnerable when he was around his siblings. It was hard not to be when the four of them knew each other better than anyone else: Susan could read his thoughts with just a single look. After years of fighting side by side on the battlefield, Peter and Edmund's minds worked as one, always predicting and preceding each other's every move and strategy. Lucy's presence was enough to calm the storm of emotions that shook his insides.

But with Caspian, that feeling had a different flavor. It wasn't better, nor worse, it was just… new. Peter would face a thousand armies out of love for his family and his kingdom. The love he felt for Caspian made him want to lay down his sword and strip off his armor forever. It was the kind of love that made him want to live, not just survive.

Yes, sometimes all a king needed was a safe haven to lean on. Sometimes, what a king needed most was just someone he could be weak with.

[nabateaprodigy]

I just found your blog and I was wondering if you could do a Danganronpa hc/scenario (idk what you'd prefer lol) with a male (possibly trans if you're comfortable doing that) reader? 🥺👉👈

If it's not too much to ask ofc!

It'd be Nagito, Fuyuhiko, Soda, and Hajime (or if that's too much just Nagito) whose bf loves collecting plushies (especially super big and/or soft ones)! It's up to you if it's because it has to do with his talent (if he even has one) or not btw :3

Feel free to ignore this ask I don't mind haha

Anyway, take care of yourself (eat smth, drink some water, maybe take a nap or go to bed), and have a wonderful day/night! <3

A Mountain of Plushies

Series: Danganronpa.

Characters: Nagito, Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi, and Hajime.

Genre: Fluff.

Proofread: Yes.

Reader: Male.

Notes: Sorry I couldn't find a way to include the reader being trans while writing this. But I hope that it is a male reader fic is alright! Also, I've been doing well thanks! ("Maybe take a good nap or go to bed." If only you knew I sleep so much!)

Nagito

If you did have a talent Nagito would feel as though you're lying to him. Or even if you didn't have a talent he'd also think you would be lying to him! But why would that be?

Well, that would be because he thought you were the Ultimate Cuteness or Ultimate Plushie Collector! After all his wonderful boyfriend only deserves the most wonderful talent!

I feel like even Nagito would be impressed by the amount of plushies you have. I mean there were plushies on your floor, bed, there were just plushies everywhere!

Of course, even if you two are sitting or cuddling together there's always at least one plushie nearby! Well, maybe just more than one never hurts to have more nearby!

Also, do you know how Nagito is like really rich? Because he got it all from a lottery ticket I believe. He would buy you any plushies you would like. Also whenever he's out shopping he'd buy a plushie he thinks you would like or one that reminds him of you.

Fuyuhiko

Very serious a very serious man so if he's so serious why's he holding a plushie? Well, that's because you gave it to him! After all, it is not like like could turn a gift from his adorable (he'd never say it but he thinks you're adorable!) Boyfriend!

Although I feel like like at first he would be annoyed with all the plushies. Just takes him a while to understand is all. But if they make you happy he doesn't mind you having so many.

You'd also give me plushies as a gift after he's warned up to having them around. You have him a bear with a suit because you thought it looked like him. "What this is stupid! It looks nothing like me!" (He doesn't mean it he's happy to get a gift from you especially one that reminds you of him even if it was...cute.)

I'd also like to think he'd also have a plushie you got him (the bear for example) just sitting on his desk. No one knows why the plushie is there and they don't dare question him about it. But he's happy to have you there as every time he looks at it he thinks of you.

Kazuichi

He'd love the fact you'd have so many plushies! Like seriously I can see it and I won't expect otherwise he loves you and your plushies.

However, I feel like he would be a little jealous of your plushies. I mean they get so much of your attention! What about him? He's your boyfriend? (Make sure to give him lots of attention cuz this boy is just seriously in love with you.)

I feel like he might be a little annoyed at some plushies you have for example build a bear. I mean why would you want, need, and spend your money on those?!? He can make you one for free!

Okay now I'm kinda making it sound like he hates the plushies you have but he doesn't! He loves the way you have them set out in your room. He also loves how happy and excited you get when you see a plushie you don't have.

He also loves it whenever you're taking a nap and there's just a bunch of plushies around you. He gets into bed with you making sure no plushies fall off. "I love you, my prince." He says as he kisses your forehead and drifts off to sleep with you.

Hajime

I feel like Hajime wouldn't care but not in a bad way! it's just not something he needs to point out or bring up.

Your plushies are something that are very special to you. So he does make sure to take care of them as best he can.

He is surprised by the size of your plushies though. Some plushies can fit in his hand and plushies that are as tall as him! I mean seriously where do you even get these plushies?

One thing Hajime likes is how your plushies match the themes and colors of your bedroom. They all go nicely together and he likes how you have them placed out on your bed and desk. Overall cute plushies but Hajime has an even cuter boyfriend.

[stormgardenscurse]

Hi~ Some relationship headcanons of Lilia, Azul, Jamil, and Deuce with an S/O who is a very chatty and cheerful person (at least on the outside) but holds a few important secrets to herself?

Notes: This was mostly written as gender neutral (since there was no dialogue that referenced a specific gender). 

And for the secrets, I’ve made it so that it’s something related to their S/O’s backstory, rather than something urgent in the present! 👉👈

Lilia 

Lilia finds it quite easy to sympathize with this quality of yours. He’s actually willing to cover for you if anyone was to try and poke into your secrets! (You’d do the same for him after all.)

It only takes a certain shift in your posture or a look that flickers through your eyes before Lilia subtly shifts the conversation, distracting the person that's enquired about a detail that's just a tad too personal.

It’s fun too, in a way! The understanding between you feels like a little secret that only the both of you share. You could talk vaguely about something without specifics, and the conversation would sail smoothly with the respect that it was all you (or Lilia) wanted to reveal at this time.

It’s like a tentative dance. One that’s quite enjoyable as it displays the trust you had for one another; if it was important to, you’d divulge it to him. It's as simple as that. 

Azul 

At first, Azul did try to ask you about the topics you tended to avoid. (He was admittedly a bit curious, noticing the moments where you slipped into a more serious mood). 

He offered free food and study notes to you lightheartedly, testing how far you’d continue to evade him. When you laugh it off and continue chatting to Azul with a smile, he gets the hint.

Personally, as long as he has the reassurance that you won’t hold back anything that could be harmful to either of you (especially yourself), he didn't mind. He'll just have to slowly earn more of your trust (and maybe become your no.1 confidant, if it comes to it~)

Azul's great at keeping secrets, he assures you. And when you laugh in the way you always do and give him a grin - subtly unguarded, soft - he realizes he'd defend you with all he has, so long as you choose to rely on him.

Jamil

Jamil is quick to catch on, but isn't the type to pry as it isn’t his business and mostly unnecessary.

But get him worried enough, and Jamil might get conflicted; you haven't been eating as much lately, and seem to be more tired than usual. Was it maybe related to the secrets you kept to yourself? 

He finds himself in a dilemma of debating if he should ask, but Jamil unceremoniously finds out the reason by bumping into you in the evening, red-handed.

Once club activities finished, the members would drag you to get snacks and other treats - not to mention rope you into playing video games until late at night. You didn’t have the heart to reject them as they seemed genuinely excited about hanging out, nor did you want to cancel on meet-ups after club with Jamil, since he’s usually busy... 

He’s both exasperated at you and at himself for thinking too drastically ahead. When he sighed, you let out an endeared laugh and took his hand, thanking him for worrying all the same. It was sweet, after all.

Deuce

Deuce did ask you about it once. He’d said that he was willing to lend an ear if you ever needed someone to listen, and you’d trusted him enough to be honest about your feelings. 

That is to say, you told him about your boundaries and how you’d prefer not to go into detail about your secrets. At least not yet.

He understood and respected that of course, but it seems that he was still nervous about the entire thing afterwards. He didn’t accidentally make it really awkward, right? Or offend you? 

These thoughts sometimes flash into Deuce’s head, but upon speaking with you again he’s reassured that you didn’t take it personally (in fact, a part of you was touched that he seemed to be respecting your wishes quite dutifully.)

His initial worry was this; were you putting up a front of cheerfulness to appease other people and make them think you’re alright? If this is the case, Deuce hopes he can one day become someone you can let your guard down with. 

[tonberry-yoda]

You should defo write for DIO 🥺👉👈

notes: HECK YES ANON!!! i do not write for this man enough!! thank you so much for the request and i really hope you enjoy it :)

word count: 204

DIO sighed at himself in the mirror, clearly waiting for you to ask him what was wrong. Instead, you just sat on his bed, reading a book. He sighed again, but more dramatically, pouting his bottom lip out.

"What's wrong, DIO?" You finally asked, looking up from your book. You found him staring at himself in the mirror with his hands on his lips.

"I'm so ugly," he pouted.

You gave him a confused look. "I'm going to slap you in the face."

"I'm serious," he cried, adjusting his shirt and looking sadly at his reflection. "I'm so ugly."

You closed your book and walked over to DIO, putting your hands on his hips. "What makes you say that, love?" You ran your finger lightly over his hip bone before moving up his torso, making him shiver.

"I'm just... I don't know."

You grabbed the side of DIO's face and moved it to look at you. "Quit it. You're not ugly."

"But-"

You interrupted him with a kiss, holding him in your arms. "I know you're fishing for compliments, love."

He pouted at you and you pushed his hair out of his eyes before placing one more kiss onto his nose.

"And it's working."

~~~~~

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[writeshite]

If its okay- Can I request more mark sloan x male reader 👉👈 Like I read the one you made and its so good! and sadly its literally the only mark sloan x m.reader in tumblr i think-

Old & In Love

Summary:

“That’s the anesthesia, darling, it’ll wear off, and you’ll remember the 45 years—” “45 YEARS?! You chose to marry me for 45 years?!”

Pairings:

Mark Sloan x Male!Reader

Tags:

Growing Old Together | Tooth Rotting Fluff | 5 +1 Things

Words: 592

Author's Note:

Yes, absolutely, everyone needs Mark Sloan in their life, and if I have to fill that tag with male!reader fics for him, then so be it.

“He’s going to be fine.”

Meredith had been telling you that for the past three hours while Christina judged the young interns that passed by, logically, Mark’s surgery was a simple one; you’d scrubbed into several appendectomies before you retired. But you were still worried, neither of you was as young as you used to be, and a million other things could go wrong. A smack to the head stopped your train of thought.

“Stop that.”

“Christina–”

“I’m serious; think about it, you know how the surgeries work, you know how the recovery works, and you know how stubborn Mark can be,” she listed off, “he’ll be fine, and the two of you will be dancing down the streets in your obnoxious lovey-dovey way soon enough.”

You huffed, “I know, but what if–” Another smack to the head.

“No, don’t start that self-deprecating shit.”

You turned away, “Alright, fine, I’ll stop.”

“Good, now what do you think of that intern over there.”

“The one with the green streak in his hair?” Christina nodded, “He and the other two interns close to him are definitely sleeping together.”

“How do you know that?” Meredith asked.

“I mean, look at the way they look at each other; it’s how you used to look at McDreamy,” you explained. 

Meredith gasped, “I did not—”

“Yes, you did!” Christina said.

You and Christina laughed as Meredith gawked at you, mouth pinched in slight annoyance; a nurse approached you as your laughter died down, a smile on her face, “Mr. Sloan?” 

“The surgery went well, and your husband’s just coming down from the anesthesia,” the nurse told you.

“Can I go see him?”

“Yes, just make sure he doesn’t move around too much.”

You thanked her as she led you to Mark’s room; small conversation was exchanged between you, and she reminded you to keep things calm before allowing you inside. The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound, aside from Mark’s occasional snore; you came up to the bed and sat as close as you could. You took Mark’s hand and rubbed circles into it; Mark’s head shook a bit, his eyes opening slowly as he muttered under his breath.

When his eyes finally opened, he gazed at you in confusion, “My husband’s not going to be happy if he sees you doing that,” he mutters, moving his hand away.

“I am your husband,” you told him; he looked back to you, his heartbeat monitor picking up as his hand shot out to grab your hand. He glanced at you as though you weren’t real, “Mark?”

“Holy shit…” he whispered, tearing up a little; his heart monitor picked up, the beeps quickening slightly as he took hold of your hand.

“Mark, sweetie, are you ok?”

“I…I…just, I can’t believe I’ve been so lucky…” he teared up, “but I can’t…I can’t even remember you…” he fully burst into tears, and you stood by him, holding his hand and biting your lip to resist laughing.

“That’s the anesthesia, darling, it’ll wear off, and you’ll remember the 45 years—”

“45 YEARS?! You chose to marry me for 45 years?!”

“You were convincing,” you joke, and Mark just tears up more. You wipe away his tears and show him the ring he gave you; you hold in your laughter as he promises to get you a bigger, better ring. “You don’t have to do that, sweetie; this one’s fine.”

“No, the love of my life deserves something better,” he insists.

You kiss his head, “Ok, love, whatever you say.”

End Note:

I just think Mark on anesthesia would be the sweetest thing in the world.

[poewritesgayshit]

Only God knows if you're still taking requests-- but how do you feel about a Fyolai+Sigma where Nikolai convinces Sigma that they should Noncon Fyodor? It can start as Noncon and end with all parties really into it, lol. I leave it to your creative genius, Poe. I just want to see Fyodor bottoming for both of them and hating how much he is enjoying it for a change lol. Mindbreak is also a cute detail if you want. Hope you consider it! 💖💖

↪ ⋆ ▫ ∙ we're what killed the dinosaurs | fyosiglai request 🎉 ∙ ▫ ⋆ ↩

word count: 1.4 k. mostly pwp

description:

Sigma is tired of Nikolai's games, even if the point of this one is to make everyone get along. But he'll play fair. After all, this is the first time Nikolai's used this type of method. (An aphrodisiac that works as a slow-acting poison? Is he serious?) Yeah... Sigma knows everyone can survive this one. So he'll do what he can, even if it means doing something he really shouldn't do.

contains: most of the above and also

fuck or die

fyodor is in a non-speaking role; he is completely restrained and subdued. i wasn't sure how to write sigma being in the more dominant role without nikolai having a very heavy hand in things

trans masc sigma, also trans masc sigma taking dick without protection and getting creampied

notes: hey nonnie thank u for the request! this was actually my first one, can you believe it? and i hope this wasnt too long of a wait! my whole family had covid and i was running a fever. ill crosspost to ao3 once i stop fucking around on discord and get around to it 👉👈 hope u like it

edit: ao3 link is here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/52099318

The last thing Sigma saw before he passed out was the spine of the library book he'd just checked out toppling to the floor next to him. The first thing he saw when he woke up was Nikolai's face.

"Welcome, Sigma! Welcome! Want to play a game?" Nikolai was glowing. Sigma resisted the urge to sock him square in the jaw because he was in survival mode now, and survival mode meant he needed to keep all his fingers.

"I'm not at the library," Sigma said, phrasing it as a statement instead of a question, and Nikolai's face lit up.

"Ding ding ding! Cor-rect! Now, for ten additional points, guess where you are!"

Sigma was not playing his game.

"Probably some warehouse in Yokohama somewhere," Sigma said, because the lights were off, and he couldn't really see, and he was so lightheaded that what he could see wasn't helping much. But after letting his eyes adjust, he realized that the lights wouldn't help. Nikolai had covered every surface with dark green fabric, fabric so thick that he couldn't tell one surface from another.

"That is…" Nikolai paused. "In-correct! Want to buy a vowel?" He ripped the fabric off of what appeared to be a large chalkboard, where the partially-written words 'L - - -  H - - - -' were spelled in permanent marker, along with a half-drawn hangman figure.

Sigma was about to tell Nikolai off for being childish, but then, it hit him all at once, and he stood up… then fell over again, after realizing how weak he really was.

"Nikolai, am I in a love hotel?"

"Whoa! You're pretty smart, Sigma!" Nikolai fanned himself with a paper fan that he'd pulled out of nowhere, and then snapped it shut, tilting Sigma's chin up with its edge. "But you weren't able to figure out that we aren't the only ones in this room."

With a flourish, he ripped the green velvet off of a loveseat in the middle of the room, to reveal Fyodor Dostoevsky. He was bound and gagged, naked, with his legs tied apart. He was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, as if he was feverish, and he looked just as weak as Sigma felt.

"The aphrodisiac I administered to both of you is also a slow-acting poison. 'The effects can be delayed by sexual release…' at least that's what it says here on the bottle." Nikolai tossed a glass bottle over his shoulder. "I have enough antidote for both of you, but first, I want you to compete in another game with me~"

"I've had enough of your games," Sigma said, the furious words dropping from his lips before he could hold his tongue.

"But, Sigma, dear, don't you want to live?" Nikolai asked, and then, he kissed him.

It was true. Sigma wanted to live.

Nikolai's lips didn't feel repulsive—at least, Sigma didn't want to instinctively jerk away when Nikolai wrapped his hand around the back of his neck and held him still. Maybe it was the fact that the aphrodisiac had already taken effect, or the fact that he was scared of him. But Sigma didn't want to move.

From across the room, Fyodor watched them with sharp eyes.

"You know, I was so relieved when you both made it out okay. I thought I might have been broken, because I wasn't supposed to feel that way. When I'm no longer tied to anyone or anything, I truly have free will—or at least, that's what I thought. You see, I've grown attached to you, too, Sigma. I was grieving for you, too. And when I found out you were also okay, I ran as quickly as I could to see you. So, I thought, 'why don't we all celebrate? Instead of killing each other… why don't we all try to survive instead? By showing each other some love… isn't that right?' " Nikolai said.

Sigma felt ill. "So you want to watch me and Fyodor fucking? Is that what you're trying to say?"

"Oh, no no no, you don't need to use that kind of language~ But if you insist~ you might want to do it soon. He's been waiting here for a long time, you know. In ten minutes, he'll pass out~ Thirty minutes until organ failure will start, and in forty-five minutes, he'll become incontinent. Within two hours, if I don't forcibly administer the antidote, he'll die, and even if I do, he won't be able to stand without mobility aids. Should I go on?" Nikolai continued to monologue. He clearly had this all planned out.

Sigma stared at Dostoevsky, tied up in his chair. Fyodor looked pathetic. He was a sobbing wreck—he must be in immense pain, too. Sigma blinked, and Nikolai must have removed all of the cloth that was covering the tables in that split second, because they lay bare, covered with BDSM paraphernalia, vibrators, condoms and lube, even knives and scissors.

Sigma, without thinking, stood up and approached Fyodor.

Once he got there, his knees gave way, and he just… collapsed on top of him. And Sigma stayed there, his head buried in the crook of his neck, rutting his arousal against Fyodor's.

Fyodor was smaller than he was, but Sigma didn't think he was going to crush him. Sigma realized that he'd been undressed in his sleep—this feels like a dream, Sigma thought, listening to Fyodor's pathetic whines as he rubbed his clit up against the head of his cock. He realized, without acknowledging it fully, that he was making just as much noise as Fyodor was, and that somehow, he was so wet that he could just… slide Fyodor right inside of him. And he did just that, acting on impulse and sinking all the way down so Fyodor's cockhead could nudge against his cervix.

 What happens if he cums in me? 

This thought felt like it was happening in a distant memory as Sigma fucked himself hard on Fyodor's shaft. Fyodor screamed through his gag and he figured the other man might have already finished… but he must have thought too soon. A glance over his shoulder revealed that Nikolai had his cape draped over his lap and was playing with something in between his thighs. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he had buried in that cape, and where it had ended up. Sure enough, Fyodor's sobs of overstimulation were because Nikolai had buried himself up to the root and was painfully teasing his prostate.

Sigma, feeling a little bit bad for him, cupped Fyodor's face and kissed along his jaw as he struggled in his grip. Fyodor looked like he was close to an orgasm, but Sigma hadn't gotten anywhere near his own. Sure enough, he shuddered in Sigma's arms, and Sigma felt him release inside. The morning after pill wasn't easy to acquire, and he was already trying to figure out if he'd have better luck just going to Yosano—but suddenly, as he was dismounting, something stopped his train of thought.

When Sigma tried to get up, Nikolai blocked his way. He was behind him, holding him still. He wrapped a hand around his neck, and that was when Sigma screamed. But Nikolai wasn't trying to kill him. He removed his hand as soon as Sigma relaxed and slid back down, filling himself once again. Then, he... grabbed his hips, lifting him and slamming him down. Nikolai went one step further than that, wrapping one hand underneath each of his thighs and using all his strength to pick him up. picking him up. He was manhandling him and sliding him up and down on Fyodor's cock—It felt unbelievably good, better than anything Sigma could do on his own. He then pressed something into Sigma's hand, then guided his hand down and against his cunt. It was a vibrator, something Sigma had never bought or used before. And when he switched it on, the stimulation plus whatever Nikolai was doing to him made him want to cry. Sigma sobbed, burying his head in Fyodor's shoulder as Nikolai helped his friend use his body as a living fleshlight. He didn't even realize that he was having an orgasm until three minutes into his second one. The buildup was just as intense as the climax itself, and his body just kept going, spasming, sandwiched in between Fyodor and Nikolai for what seemed like hours.

Sigma was only aware that he had passed out when he woke up. Nikolai must have done something while he was distracted; because this wasn't a normal occurrence for him, not in the slightest.

"The antidote," he managed, his mouth dry. Nikolai, lying in bed next to him, perked up when he heard him say it.

"Oh, the antidote~ It's all done! I gave it to you while you slept!" Nikolai said, with the same cadence as if he was telling Sigma he had a birthday present he hadn't given to him yet.

"...Where's Fyodor?" Sigma asked, then, the words crowding behind his lips before he said them as if he didn't want to set them free.

"He's in the other room. He asked for you. Do you want to see him again?" Nikolai said, and he was all sparkles and hearts and glitter and fire.

Sigma was smoke, he was dust, he was ash. He felt like he would blow away in the wind.

"I don't."

[illfoandillfie]

2023 Advent: Day 8

This was a lil idea that came to me at some point during the year. I honestly don't remember what inspired it but i've had a note on my phone for months that just said "idea: sugar daddy demands thank you fuck". No clue where it came from or when but here we go, have some writing about it.

Warnings: Sugar daddy! Gwil, and he's kinda mean about it 👉👈, backyard sex,so i guess minor exhibitionism, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, a touch of humiliation

Everything you had right then was from Gwilym. The bathers you wore, the necklace around your throat, the drink you were holding. All of it he’d given you. And of course, you were lounging by his pool, relaxing in the sun while he was on a call inside. He liked having you around, even when he had work to deal with, knowing you were waiting for him, knowing he could call on you the moment his meetings were finished. You didn’t mind either. Sitting around a pool in the middle of the day, cocktail in hand, was clearly better than most else you could be doing. Certainly beat working or studying. It was really very lucky you’d met Gwil when you had, with your useless degree and skint bank account. He’d taken pity and bought you a few drinks and you’d thanked him by going home with him. Not that you didn’t want to – he was hotter and more interesting than any of the guys you’d slept with at uni. You let him call you a slut and tell you when to cum, and the next day he admitted he wasn’t looking for anything serious but he liked fucking you, so he offered to buy you breakfast and let you thank him for it. He made it clear what he wanted. Company from someone capable of following his instructions. You just wanted things you didn’t have to spend you own money on and easily agreed to his proposition. Of course, you paid for them in other ways.  

When Gwil joined you outside he was in boardshorts, a beer in one hand, his other hidden behind his back. You perked up at that. It meant he had something for you, and you were keen to see just what he’d bought you this time. So you looked up demurely as his tall frame blocked out the sun, ready to play whatever roll he wanted in return for the gift.   “Got you something, princess” he said with a smile, placing his beer aside and holding out a small red box.  “Jewlery?” you asked sweetly, not recognising the box. You’d had, however, picked up on the choise of pet name and suspected his call hadn’t gone as well as he might have liked. Princess was usually a sign he wanted to vent some frustration.   “Open it.”  You did, nearly dropping it as you spotted the shiny silver keys.  “A car? Oh my god Gwil.”  “Brand new model. Just delivered. We can take it for a spin later.”  There was implication in his promise but you were so surprised by such a huge gift that you completely forgot what was expected, jumping up to hug him as you said, “Thank you, Gwil, thank you so much. You really didn’t have to; I can’t believe it. Thank you.”  Gwil grimaced disapprovingly as he gently pressed you back onto your seat, “Princess, you know that’s not how I like you to show appreciation.”  You nodded, already realising your lapse, “I know, daddy, I’m sorry. It’s just so amazing I wanted to tell you how much I love it and-”  “Princess.” His tone was warning as he cut you off, clearly losing patience.   You didn’t mind it if he was a little annoyed – he got rough when he was ticked off and that was fun – but you didn’t want to push him too far and risk ruining things, risk not being gifted cars, “Sorry daddy, should we go inside so I can thank you properly?”  Gwil stared you down for a moment before he began undoing the tie on his pants, “I don’t think we need to go anywhere.”  You felt yourself warming as you glanced around at the neighbours houses, “Really? Here?”  “Oh don’t worry, I’ll let you thank me inside too. You’ll do a lot of thanking in a lot of different ways for such a big gift. But, it’s become clear that my princess doesn’t know when it’s appropriate for her to talk. I think you need a lesson in how to be quiet and show some fucking respect. So we’ll start out here.” 

You weren’t surprised when he tugged you to him, able to see him getting harder as he demeaned you, but still you let out a little gasp at his tighter than expected grip.   He didn’t loosen up though, intent on pulling your mouth to his cock, making sure you understood what he wanted. You were quick to try and rectify your mistake, summoning up spit and wrapping your lips around his length with a small moan. You knew he’d like that, that it would redeem you a little. And he did, if the jolt of his hips was anything to go by. Or perhaps that was his apparent annoyance because he didn’t let up. Gwilym didn’t seem to have any intention to let you blow him the way he usually did. He didn’t hold himself still to give you time to adjust. Didn’t encourage you to stroke and lick and tease him the way he usually liked. You had to grab onto his thigh as he pushed his shaft deeper, seeking out the back of your throat and rutting into you when you gagged in surprise.   “Take it.” he said, voice low and gravelly and all the more menacing for it, fucking your mouth until saliva dribbled over your lips. When he pulled himself out you were panting for air, a sting of spit still attached to his cock. He guided your hand to his cock as he bent down a little, tilting your chin up so he could look you in your watery eyes, “I own your holes. I’ve bought them a hundred times over with every little thing I’ve ever given you. So you’re going to keep quiet and take what I give you.”  “Yes daddy,” you managed to get out, trying to focus on stroking him so he wouldn’t get madder.  Gwil looked at you for a moment, his thumb ran over your wet bottom lip, “I want you to ask for it.”  “What?”  “Well, this is in return for the fucking car I just gave you, isn’t it? It's what you want to give me in return, so you can tell me that.”  You’d anticipated he might want to humiliate you a little as soon as he’d called you princess, but the combination of it and the suggestion that you’d disappointed him had you on the verge of tears. So your voice shook as you said, “Please use me daddy.”  It must not have been enough because Gwil just stood up straighter and staired you down, surprisingly intimidating even with his cock in your hand.  “Please fuck my throat daddy. I want to thank you.”  “Okay, princess, because you asked so nicely.” Gwilym smiled as he grabbed the back of your hair, directing you back down over his cock. 

[luvring]

Um um could be maybe get shy reader/ais kiss headcannons too?? 👉👈 ur writing is so good and i feel like hed be an absolute menace👀

DIFFERENT TYPES OF KISSES (AIS)

gn!reader, some are noted as suggestive with ** | THANK U!!! twirls my hair and poses. ais ais ais ais

starting it off with the pet related ones because i love princess dearly. the kiss(es) he gives you as he promises he loves you and his pets equally, and that no one could replace you. it's comically loud,, the smooch sound he makes as he pulls away. you tell him it was a trick question and that you'd easily pick princess over him, and he pulls out his crossed fingers from behind his back.

he walks in on you giving princess a treat because you're training her to do something. he asks what about Him. and you give him a look like ?? you'll do a little trick? you wanna eat this? and he says Maybe. or maybe you can treat him with something else for free ;) a kiss? :) you tell him if he wants a treat or kiss he has to do something just as cool and lovely as princess who's currently wagging her tail and staring at you like the perfect girl she is. ais says he could Never beat princess but you give him a kiss anyway "out of pity" because it was a rigged competition

morning kisses where you laugh and try to push him off of you because bro you're straight up lying on top of me and you're Heavy. he says he'll stop when you let him kiss you, and you joke about him having awful morning breath. ais rolls his eyes and chuckles, blowing air against your neck to watch you squirm. he's in a plank position above you at this point and you both have awfully love-ridden grins on your face after remarks being thrown about the other being annoying and stubborn. this time you don't stop him when he leans down to kiss you properly

opposite of giving you kisses. when he does Not kiss you. when he sees you and just pulls you into him instead, or he he gives you a high-five. when he leans in as if he's going to kiss you, but he just flicks your forehead or pinches your cheek with an amused smirk

^ like i don't know if he'd default to lots of casual kisses. i can very easily see him Not doing that, even if he's a fan of other kinds of casual physical touch. but if he notices you like them he does it more often !! like kissing your temple before asking if you're tired. making sure to kiss your cheek before getting out of bed. pressing one to the back of your head as he walks past.

you're rambling on about something you have to do tomorrow, and he can feel you nearing a worried tangent before it happens. ais huffs before turning your face to look at him. he leans into kiss you for a solid 5 seconds before pulling away. you want to ask what it was for but he beats you to it. his eyes are soft, always endeared by your voice. "love you. i need you to try to relax and go to sleep, or we're both staying up and regretting it in the morning."

he uses kisses to distract you from whatever you're watching/doing. he Honestly didn't plan to at first, but then he rested his head next to yours, and then he placed one on your cheek, and then oh he's still going, why aren't you looking at him? isn't he more important? he's going to die if you don't kiss him right now do you want that on your hands and conscience

sappy late night kisses. they're soft against the top of your head as you rest against his chest. you've both had a long day, he's sleepy, more serious and emotional than usual, thanking you for sticking by him and for everything you've done. it's a little easier to ramble on without you looking at him, your hands within reach for him to play with

ais finds you falling asleep and quietly grabs the blanket and makes sure you're comfortable. he watches you for a while and doesn't leave before planting a kiss to your forehead or hands

** getting home from a night out, the both of you a little tipsy, a little giggly and touchy. you wrap your arms around his neck and his rest loosely around your waist. the kisses start soft but deepen quickly, his brows furrowing as he pulls you closer. ais bites your bottom lip before resting his forehead against yours. "think we can make it to the bedroom?"

** ais trails kisses along your jaw and down your neck, stopping where you can feel his breath fan against your collarbones. his stomach tightens when you pull at his hair, and he lets out a groan before moving back up to catch your lips again

** and what will you do when i say his breath hitches when you kiss HIS jaw/neck and down his chest. What will you do when he softly curses before dragging you back up to kiss you properly while taking off his clothes. What Now....

@lost-lonnie @screaming-wea-sel @dreamtydraw @respitable @semifilms @hexcoeurr @cvhenia

[softxsuki]

Hiya! Can I plz request a letter for your Valentine's Day event? 👉👈 I would really love one from 707, established relationship of at least a few years. And reader has had to make hard decisions about removing hurtful ppl from their life. Even when they were once family. The letter would be sent to provide comfort in a physical form and maybe to praise reader a bit for doing the hard work towards recovering. Maybe there is a gift with it, a keepsake. Comfort for the hardship of the past times, and promises of their life together, a home of love and laughter and safety. The 606 is fine for a nickname still (think that is what is was in the game, I am hoping to replay soon), other options maybe babe, or something sorta corny? Like the over-the-top-calling-you-this-cuz-i-love-you-and-we-tease-each-other sorta corny? And he left the letter somewhere reader would find it, but is not present while it is being read. Oh, umm, modern day setting works fine. I think/hope I got it all. P much I am hoping for something comforting I can save and keep w me. And thank you for doing this event!!! 🙏

707's Comforting Letter To His Lover

Valentine's Day Letter Event Pt.2 Masterlist (CLOSED)

Pairing: 707 x Gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of losing people in your life (who hurt you)

Genre: hurt comfort, fluff

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 530

Summary: In which Saeyoung leaves a letter for you in the morning to help comfort you through your situation of kicking people who hurt you out of your life.

[A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! I hope this provides you with some comfort and is enjoyable to read. I really have to replay mysme as well as play v and saeran's routes for the first time. It's been so long since I last played, but it's just such a commitment to make it for every chat room. Anyway, hope you enjoy <3]

You stared at the envelope on your nightside table along with the small necklace beside it. You smile to yourself, knowing it was probably something Saeyoung built himself.

The spot beside you in bed was empty when you awoke, only the envelope and whatever it was your boyfriend had made you remained. He was probably out on a mission or something–or perhaps just getting some food, who knows. 

You smile, picking his new invention up and opening it. It resembled a locket, but more modern. Inside was a picture of the two of you together. His arms wrapped around you as you kissed his cheek. Feeling all warm inside, you pick up the envelope, open it and read its contents;

My Dear 606,

Happy Valentine’s Day Agent! Another Valentine’s Day together to add to the list, I love it. I hope you like the locket I made. You can store any pictures from your phone on it and change them around whenever you want. I’ll show you how it works once I get back home. I had a quick secret mission to do this morning, I should be back soon. 

On a more serious note though, I know things haven’t been that great for you recently. You’ve had to say goodbye to a lot of people in your life that you cared about. Trust me, I know how that feels, but it was for the better. 

I don’t want to tell you to just get over it, because I know that’s not possible, but just know that I’m here for you okay? You’re my special partner in crime. My agent 606! Nothing can defeat an agent, never forget that.

But you’re so strong, Y/N…you manage to put on a brave face and fight through each day even though the pain of it all may be eating away at you inside. I’m so proud of you. 

There was nothing I could do about the people from your past, but I promise to always look after you from now on. This is our life and we’ll make it exactly as we want. I’ll make sure our lives are full of happiness, laughter, and protection–always. 

I hope you slept well <3 I should be back soon. Wait for me so we can eat breakfast together. I love you.

Your Agent,

707

Your chest felt light after reading his words. Simple, yet effective at making you feel so much better. You couldn’t wait to hug him upon returning. Perhaps you could even get a head start and make breakfast as his little Valentine’s Day surprise.

So you get to work; throwing the locket around your neck and putting his letter in a safe space, you make your way to the kitchen where you begin planning a romantic breakfast for the two of you. 

Hurry back agent 707, breakfast will get cold. You text him.

Around the corner agent 606. Keep my spot warm! <3 He responds.

He sure knew how to get you smiling. Putting your phone away, you continue to cook, pouring every ounce of love for your boyfriend into the food.

What a great start to a day dedicated to love.

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Posted: 2/14/2023

[gffa]

I can’t tell you how excited I was to see a new fic rec post from you!! You always have such great picks! I made it through the last DCU fics on my reading list not terribly long ago, and have been craving more since then. I was just about to have to go out and search for them on my own!

So thank you for putting in the (I’m sure) quite a bit of time it requires to come up with something like this, and for sharing it with us all! It is greatly appreciated!!

Awww, thank you for such kind words! Especially when sometimes I feel kind of fidgety that I have such strong biases in the fics I pick out, like, yes, I'm aware that I'm recommending like 75% Dick Grayson-centric fic and there are tons of great non-Dick-centric fics out there, but 🥺 👉👈 he's my Blorbo of Blorbos and I know what I'm about. Tim fans, Jason fans, Damian fans, Babs fans, Steph fans, Bruce fans, I'M SORRY I'M NOT HELPING OUT YOU GUYS MORE, except not really sorry because there's only room for Circus Music And Fingerstripes in my head right now. (On a more serious note, I'm so glad that I can help point out fun fic for you! I love fic recs, there have been so many times I've wandered into a new major fandom where I don't even know where to start or I only read casually and don't want to have to go through the tags myself, I just want to get straight to like a dozen good fics, that's all I want, and when someone else has done that work for me, it's a godsend. Whatever work it is, it's worth it if I can give back all the joy that others have given me, both authors and other reccers! 💕) (Now someone please gently--gently!!!--kick my ass into actually writing up that One Piece set. And the ORV set. orz)

[bitchlessdino]

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR WEDDING LOVELY ‼️‼️

(can i still flirt w you 🤓)

on a serious note how does your lawfully wedded partner make you feel 🥹🥹

THANK YOU 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 (and yes 👉👈)

He’s the silliest man alive and makes me smile and laugh by just existing but also can be the most clueless man alive which will annoy me on occasion but that’s ok. That’s my annoying silly clueless man. (i’m so dead serious about my type for real. 😭)