#and ever since it is now her preferred spot. absolutely loving life.

[city-tickles]

Hi! I’m back with another tickle story. This time I got tickled by two lers!

I went to a kink party and met up with my ler from the last party. Since I was already out before I got there, I couldn’t bring any tools of my own besides a feather I snuck in my bag. We hung out in the smoke room and talked about life and tickling, until one of her friends just came up and started chatting with her. My ler introduced us and told the friend she was going to tickle me. The friend lit up and thought it would be fun to tickle someone. My ler asked if it would be okay if others joined in on tickling me and I was all for it. My ler is also big on electro play and wanted to incorporate that into the tickling. Electro is not my thing but I was curious since I briefly tried it once before with her.

After some time, there was a free massage table available so like last time, she set up the restraints for my wrist and ankles on the table as I took my shoes and socks off. I got on the table, got strapped in and once again, most of what I can see if the ceiling and barely anything else.

She asked if I’m ready then started slowly, testing my spots out on my sides, my ribs, armpits, feet, etc, mixing in her fingers with different tools like the pinwheel, and the feather. Each thing brought out different styles of laughter. The feather was more of a lighter laugh as it would tickle more over time,!while the pinwheel brought out a more aggressive laugh. She also brought out something she called the “Elmo” which was a fuzzy pet grooming glove which did feel like being tickled by a muppet lol. Throughout all of this, we’d take quick breaks to make sure I’m okay.

One thing she absolutely loved was running the feather on my neck and then my ear. I don’t really get my ear tickled ever so that was a new experience. It’s not someplace I’d preferred to be tickled for a long period of time.

Her friend didn’t come back but a different friend showed up to watch and loved what she saw. My ler asked if it was okay if the friend joined in and I was all for it. So now I’ve got two lers on me for the rest of the session! It’s not the first time I’ve been tickled by two lers but unlike the last time, I actually wanted this and it wasn’t a scam so I welcomed it.

Before starting, my ler lifted my shirt up so she could get my bare tummy and then went to town scribbling all over it. Both would attack my sides or my armpits. Or one would attack my stomach while the other would go for my feet. Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew who was tickling where based on their nails and experience.

Getting tickled by two lers is an interesting because I was reacting all over the place. One second it would tickle more under my arms or the next second it would be worse be worse on my feet or my sides. It was always changing and they were almost never on the same spot at the same time. They would tickle my feet together a couple times or under my arms but it was always brief. It wasn’t overwhelming but your certain things would just start tickling more over time.

I got “lucky” because there was a spot where ler 2 kept tickling my feet and stopping, then doing it again and it was one of those moments where my brain was like “If she does this again I’m gonna lose it” but she didn’t. I really wish she did lol

While the new ler kept tickling, my main ler brought out the electro. I didn’t know how I was going to react to this but this was probably the most ticklish part of the session. First, I would feel the shock and then seconds after it felt like the most intense tickle I’ve ever received and I would let out a loud laugh. The electro was most effective on my sides as the other spots, I could anticipate a little bit the side always felt like an “Oh no! Not there” spot and reaction I don’t know why lol

The complete session with breaks ended around a half hour later. I got untied, we cleaned off the table, went back to the smoke room and continued to chat. The new ler loved the experience because she realized she was into it but never got the chance to explore it, so I was happy to be her first. She’s not much into being a lee but it’s not completely off the table. I’m exchanged info with the new ler, continued to hang with my main ler until it was time to go.

Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed it. I hope I can go to more parties because this has been the most tickles I’ve gotten in a long time lol

#tickling #ticklish #male tickling #f/m tickling #ff/m tickling #tickle session #tickle story

[theostrophywife]

hello! im quite new to tumblr so i don't know if im doing this right （っ＾▿＾）but, can i request an az x reader! basically feyre meets y/n and they hit it off, and one day feyre brings y/n to the inner circle house where everyone is chilling, and reader spots azriel and she's like "oh shit" because she's in a secret relationship with him? overall just cassian and rhysand freaking out like "YOU HAVE A GF?!" and the girls are like "wtf???" and everyone just scrambling to know more about her , just some chaotic fluff. i hope this isn't too much to ask for and i hope you have a great day (•◡•) /

secrets.

author's note: i'm truly here for domestic, soft az. keep em' coming cause i love writing this side of him.

You hiked your bag over your shoulder, hesitantly raising your fist to knock on the ornate wooden door in front of you. 

As if the double, triple, and quadruple takes you’ve given the ridiculously enormous estate wasn’t enough, you peeked at the large manor once again, carefully surveying the address Feyre had scrawled onto a piece of paper for you. When she invited you to come over after one of her art classes, you weren’t quite sure what to expect. In all honesty, you were just glad that you managed to make a friend during your first week in Velaris. 

The move from the Day Court had been a long time coming. While you enjoyed working for Helion, the Night Court libraries required your care and expertise and the High Lord of Day was more than glad to provide help to his strongest ally. You hadn’t met Rhysand yet since you’ve been given a week to settle in before starting your work, but fate seemed to be on your side because the spontaneous painting class you’d signed up for ended up being led by the High Lady herself.

Aside from your boyfriend, you didn’t really know anyone here. Azriel planned on introducing you to his friends soon, but he’d been away on a mission for the better part of this week. Due to the long distance nature of your relationship, the opportunity to meet the people closest to your boyfriend hadn’t come up until now. Neither one of you had told anyone about each other yet, preferring to keep the budding relationship to yourselves so you could explore it further without any pressure. 

For the better part of six months, you’ve been seeing the feared spymaster of the Night Court and he was nothing like what people made him out to be. Azriel was mysterious and aloof at first, but he was also extremely sweet and thoughtful once you got to know him. You met the shadowsinger during one of his trips to the Day Court. Azriel was looking for information on a particularly rare artifact that just so happened to fall under your expertise of knowledge. Helion had sent him to your library and the two of you had immediately hit it off. 

Since that first meeting, Azriel found excuses to keep coming back under the guise of seeking out your advice. After the third time he showed up at the library unannounced, he finally mustered up the courage to ask you out. The first date actually turned out to be a disaster. The place you picked out ended up being closed for renovations and on the way to find another restaurant, the two of you had gotten absolutely drenched from an unexpected storm. By the end of the night, you ended up huddled together underneath the awning of a random building in the city while eating cotton candy for dinner. Despite the chaotic turn of events, it was undoubtedly the best night you’ve ever had. 

Azriel was surprisingly easy to talk to and he paid attention to your mindless ramblings regarding the research that you were so passionate about. There was something about his dry humor that you found incredibly attractive and the fact that he was probably one of the most beautiful males you’ve ever seen in your immortal life didn’t hurt either. On top of that, you were extremely curious about him as a whole, but even more so about his never ending stories of his friend’s apparent meddlesome behavior when it came to his love life. Before he met you, they’d attempted to set him up on blind dates that almost always ended catastrophically. At that point in the night, you pointed out the abysmal turnout of your date. Azriel had only smiled and told you that there wasn’t a single thing he’d change about the whole ordeal.

As he dropped you off at your flat, he didn’t even bother waiting before asking if he could see you again the next day. You immediately said yes. Even then, the chemistry and connection was so clear that neither of you could deny it. For months, he’d gone back and forth visiting you in between missions. When you accepted the job at the Night Court, he was elated. He couldn’t wait to introduce you to his friends, but it seemed that you had beat him to the bush. 

You turned your attention back to the door and finally mustered up the courage to knock. A few moments later, Feyre opened the door, dressed in casual overalls that were covered in paint. She wrapped you up into a hug and welcomed you into her home. 

“I apologize for all of this,” she says with a flourish. “My mate tends to go overboard.” 

“Well, he has exquisite taste. Your home is beautiful.” 

“You hear that, Feyre darling? Our guest appreciates my excellent choice of interior design.” The High Lord of Night bounded down the steps of the onyx staircase, kissing each of your cheeks in greeting. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I have to say, you came highly recommended by Helion. My dear friend was loath to part with you, but we’re more than glad to welcome you to our court.” 

“Thank you for having me.” 

“My pleasure. I look forward to working side by side on updating the archives of the library, but for now, I’m afraid I’ll have to bid you goodbye. I’m running late for a meeting with my brother.”

With that, Rhysand disappears into the second floor while Feyre continues to give you a tour of their home. As you passed through the frosted glass windows, she introduced you to her sister Elain who was tending to the garden while a handsome red haired male plowed the dirt beside her. The two waved at you while Feyre led you further inside. 

In the right wing of the home, the High Lady ushered you into her studio and personal office. There was an easel propped up at the corner of the room, but the canvas was covered. Lounging by the window, a female that bore a striking resemblance to Feyre looked up from her book. Another gorgeous blonde sat across from her with a tray of pastries and a cup of warm tea. 

“This is my eldest sister Nesta and my friend Mor.” 

Nesta offered a smile while the one called Mor embraced you into a hug. 

“It’s nice to meet you both.” 

The blonde gestured for you to sit at the table and the four of you settled by the window. 

“Feyre has told us all about you. How are you liking Velaris so far?” 

You smiled. “It’s been great. Everyone here has been really nice, especially the High Lady.” 

Feyre blushed. “Please, call me Feyre. I’m glad your first week here is going well. Like Rhys said, we’re looking forward to having you join us. I think you’ll really enjoy working with Clotho and the rest of the priestesses.” 

Nesta nodded. “My friend Gwyn hasn’t stopped raving about you since they received word of your arrival. She said you specialized in ancient artifacts and weapons and could identify them in your sleep. Gwyn is particularly interested in your work uncovering the weaponry of the Valkyries.” 

You nodded in confirmation. “Yes, learning about the Valkyries and researching their fighting technique and weapons has become a real passion of mine.” 

“You two will get along then,” Mor says. “Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie have revived their own faction of the Valkyries along with the other priestesses in the library at the House of Wind.” 

Your eyes widened. “That’s amazing! If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love to observe your training some time.” 

“Come by anytime. Gwyn would love to meet you. Though my mate or his brother might have to fly you up, unless you’re feeling up to climbing ten thousand steps.” 

“I think I’ll pass on the steps. However terrified of heights I might be.” 

“Speaking of heights, where the hell are those Illyrian males?” 

The door swung open then, revealing a tall, broad male with shoulder length raven hair and a cocky smirk. “You rang?” He peered into the room, hazel eyes settling over you. “Is this Helion’s protege?” 

You rose from your seat, fully prepared to shake the male’s hand until he swept you up into a hug. He grinned at your surprised reaction. “Any friend of the High Lord of Day is a friend of mine.” 

“Cas, please put our guest down. At least give her a chance to accommodate herself to your barbaric behavior,” Mor teased playfully. 

Nesta shot you an apologetic look. “Excuse my mate, he has a tendency to be over eager.” 

Cassian set you down, smirking at Nesta. “I’ve never heard you complain about my eagerness before, Nes.” 

The female rolled her eyes, but you clocked the trace of fondness on her features. “Where is the rest of your little trio anyways?” 

“At a meeting.” Cassian looked over at you again. “So Rhys tells me that you’re supposed to be an expert on artifacts and weaponry. Does your knowledge extend to real life use as well?” 

You smirked. “If you’re asking if I know how to wield a sword, the answer is yes. I’m also well versed in spears, hammers, bows, and the morning star. Though I do need to work on the axe.” 

Cassian’s grin was almost wolfish. “Smart and dangerous? Oh, I think I like this one.” 

Feyre chuckled. “I told you. I think someone else in our little group would take a liking to her as well.” 

“I like the way my High Lady thinks.” The mischievous grin on the Illyrian male’s face only grew wider. “Tell me, my lady. Are you particularly fond of the quiet, brooding type?” 

Mor snapped her fingers. “He’s incredibly smart and well read like yourself. His collection of rare books would put Helion’s libraries to shame.” 

Nesta sighed. “All three of you are shameless. Haven’t you learned anything from the disastrous blind dates that you helped set up months ago?” 

“My brother hasn’t been on a single date for half a year. I’m starting to think he’s hiding -“

“Who’s hiding something?” Rhysand asked, popping his head in the doorway. 

Behind him, a familiar figure loomed in the hallway. Your eyes met and Azriel instantly smiled, nearly pushing Rhys over the threshold to get to you. The whole room stilled as Azriel picked you up and twirled you in the air. Seemingly unaware of your audience, the shadowsinger pulled you in for a kiss. You smiled against his lips and relished in the feel of him against you. 

You chuckled when Azriel pulled away, cheeks flush with the attention from his friends. “Hi, Az.”

“Hi, my love.” 

“Do you want to put me down? I think your friends have gone into shock.” 

Your boyfriend turned around and came face to face with five stunned faces. He shrugged, fully ignoring them.

"When you said you made a friend, you forgot to mention that it was Feyre."

"Perhaps I wanted them to like me before they knew you were my boyfriend. I would've told you sooner, but I didn't think you'd be back until later tonight."

"I may or may not have raced across the Continent to get home to you sooner."

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. Somewhere behind you, an impatient clearing of the throat interrupted your thoughts.

"Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" Rhysand asked.

Azriel faced the others with a slight grimace as he beheld their expressions. “Everyone, meet my girlfriend.” He gestured proudly over to you. “My love, meet my family. Though it seems like no introduction is even needed.��� 

“What? How?” Cassian sputtered. “Explain yourself, brother.” 

The High Lord of Night was fully gaping. “I second that. How is this the first time I’m hearing of a girlfriend?” 

“Because,” Azriel stated, draping his arm over your shoulder. “You lot are the nosiest busybodies this realm has ever seen. I didn’t want to overwhelm her. I was actually planning on introducing everyone over this week’s family dinner, but it looks like my love beat me to it.” 

Mor let out a sound of disbelief. “How long have you two been dating? Where did you meet? I need the full rundown, shadowsinger.” She fully stood, shaking her head. “Actually, I want to hear from the source herself. Move over, Az.”

Azriel looked down at you for a quick check in, but you only shot him an amused smile. His hand remained on the small of your back while his friends stared at you expectantly. 

“Well?” Rhysand asked. “Don’t keep us in suspense.”

“We’ve been seeing each other for six months - long distance until this week. I met Azriel at the Sol library in the Day Court, where I used to work for Helion. When you asked for help with the library archives, Az and I took it as a sign.” 

“Six months?” Feyre exclaimed. “You’ve been hiding this from us for six whole months?” 

Azriel smiled sheepishly. “Technically, none of you ever asked so I wasn’t really hiding the relationship. Besides, we wanted time to figure things out for ourselves before we involved anyone else.” 

It was the best decision you two have ever made as a couple. You were both extremely private people so the choice had come naturally. The time you spent together alone was pivotal in making sure you were both on the same page. Now that you had officially decided to move to Velaris, your relationship was more than solidified and it made it that much easier to let your friends and family know. You were hoping for a more formal introduction, but it seemed that fate had other plans. 

“So what’s the verdict?” Feyre asked. 

“The verdict is that I’m crazy about her. Perhaps the Mother herself knew how excited I was to introduce her to all of you given the coincidence of today’s impromptu meeting.” 

Rhys snorted. “And to think, you were so against the idea of me setting you up with Feyre’s new friend. Turns out you were already dating her.”

You raised an amused brow at the High Lord. “You wanted to set me up with my own boyfriend?” 

Azriel chuckled. “He wouldn’t stop going on about it during our meeting. Practically dragged me in here. I should’ve known he was talking about you as soon as he said smart and pretty.”

He pressed a kiss atop your head, earning another incredulous look out of the group. You chuckled. When you first met, neither one of you was keen on public displays of affection, but now reaching out to hold Azriel's hand or giving him a quick peck on the cheek came as naturally as breathing. If you were being completely honest, it was hard to keep your hands to yourself and Azriel wasn't in the business of denying you either. He completely enabled you by always touching you in some way, whether it was a hand on your back or his shoulder pressed against yours. You'd been spoiled with physical touch and you couldn't get enough.

“At least now they can stop trying to send you on all of those terrible blind dates.” 

“Terrible?” Cassian asks indignantly. “My matches were great! Az is just extremely picky.”

Azriel shrugged. “I was just waiting for the perfect one to come along and she did.” 

You blushed as Azriel swept you to his side. His right wing curved over your protectively as did his shadows. They'd taken quite a liking to you and the feeling was mutual. As the shadows twined through your hair, you nuzzled into the familiar cold touch.

“That’s pretty damn adorable,” Rhys says with a chuckle. “But don’t think that this gets you out of answering all of our questions. Expect a full on interrogation.” 

Azriel rolled his eyes, grinning down at you. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you that my family is full of persistent gossips.” 

You grinned. “I don’t know, Az. They’re kind of growing on me.” 

“Mother save us,” Azriel muttered. “Go on then, tell them every detail that I’m sure they’re dying to know.” 

At his approval, all five of them launched into a myriad of questions, talking over one another as they scrambled to get to you first. Azriel tangled his hand with yours, squeezing in warning. 

“This is only the beginning.”

You smiled in return. For him, you'd gladly endure any amount of questioning.

#i am in a soft az mood #I WANT HIM TO LOVE AND BE LOVED #azriel #azriel fic #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fluff #azriel drabble #masterlist #jess writes

[dongfuck]

Mistletoe - n.jm

pairing: crush!jaemin x fem!reader

genre: fluff (yes, no smut. sorry not sorry)

wc: 2k

note: try to guess what netflix movie this was HIGHLY inspired by after you’ve finished reading it ;)

taglist: @smuchsmut , @jenojammin , @goquokka , @nctgirlok297 , @johnniverse , @matchahyuck , @220513080208 , @ablackbtsstan , @jwinm , @tyongspice1

Jaemin was your best friend. He has been since the first day of middle school. You know everything about him and he knows everything about you too. But what he doesn’t know is that you have a huge crush on him. You’ve always thought of confessing to him but you were afraid that it will ruin the relationship you have with him so you decided not to. You were being so obvious but he doesn’t seem to pay any attention to the way you were behaving and you felt the utmost furious about it.

You know he only sees you as a friend and nothing more but you can’t help but hope that he has the slightest bit of attraction towards you. It was Christmas and you were invited to a small Christmas party at Buckley’s Lodge. The place was highly to your liking. It wasn’t modern nor was it high-tech like what most people preferred nowadays, but it was rather cozy and simple and you always feel at home whenever you visited the lodge. Oh and did I mention that Buckley’s Lodge is owned by one of your closest friends? Haechan got married a few years back with a lovely girl he met when he was studying in London. Her name is Noelle Buckley and she is the absolute kindest girl you’ve ever met in your whole life.

Long story short, after they got married, Noelle’s father, Thomas Buckley gave the lodge to his one and only son-in-law knowing that he would take good care of it. Now, you might be wondering, are you really going to fly all the way from Korea to London just for dinner? Technically, no. You and Jaemin agreed to further your studies in Liverpool so it was merely a five hour distance if you take the train. Jaemin had let you know that he would be picking you up at around four and it was currently three-forty. There is approximately twenty minutes until Jaemin arrives and you know how sensitive he can be about time.

Exactly twenty minutes later, you heard your doorbell ringing and you knew it was Jaemin. The moment you opened the door, you were astounded. He looked exquisitely handsome in the black suit he was wearing. It was simple and plain, yet ravishing and classy. “You going to a dinner or a wedding?” you commented as you locked the door to your apartment. Walking out of the building, Jaemin himself judged your appearance. “Same goes to you. You look like you’re about to walk the aisle.” He snorted. To be honest, you weren’t wearing anything too extravagant. You chose to wear a long-sleeved plain satin white dress that reached just slightly under your knee with some pearl jewellery. Jaemin’s hair was neatly gelled to one side whilst yours was perfectly curled and adorned with some hair decorative that complimented your dress.

“It would’ve been favourable if you’d complimented my look. I took my time picking this outfit, you know.” you said playfully. “You look beautiful.” he praised. “And you’re quite the looker yourself, Na Jaemin.” laughing it off, you and Jaemin entered his car before driving off to the airport. Yes, you guys settled on taking a flight since it would be faster and more convenient. Though, you should’ve though of getting dressed in London ‘cause now everyone’s gonna look at you and think that you’re some newly-wed couple going on an immediate honeymoon. Besides, your clothes would get all wrinkled. But it’s a one hour flight. Hopefully everything goes smoothly.

An hour passed and Jaemin had woken you up from your slumber. The moment you woke up, you immediately looked for wrinkles on your dress, releasing a relieved sigh when you spotted none. “Well someone looks horrible.” Jaemin snorted in your face. “Dick!” you frantically searched for your hand mirror in your bag before checking your reflection on it. You hair was a mess! After getting off of the plane, you stopped by one of the restrooms to fix your hair. Thank god your curls weren’t ruined. Stepping out of the ladies’, you spotted Jaemin leaning against a wall looking like an awfully good looking bachelor.

You looked at your wristwatch and saw that it was already fifteen minutes into six so you harshly slapped Jaemin’s arm to indirectly tell him to hurry up. Of course, he would never get the hint. “Ow! What was that for” he rubbed the ache in his left arm and cringed at the pain as you groaned in annoyance. “Hurry up, the party starts at seven!” you pulled Jaemin out of the airport before calling a taxi.

The drive to Buckley’s Lodge took almost an hour and but the time you reached the place, it was seven twenty-two. You entered the lodge and the first thing you catch sight of was Mark Lee accompanied by his cousin, Jeno Lee. “Mark! Jen! How are you guys?” Jaemin instantly pulled them into a bro-hug as they chatted. “I see Y/n’s your date?” you heard you name being mentioned by Jeno. “They’re always together, the fuck you mean?” Mark nudged his cousin’s shoulder. “I know, I know.” Jeno rolled his eyes playfully at Mark before a small chuckle was heard from Jaemin. “Have you guys seen Haechan?” he asked and looked at them expectantly.

Mark seemed to be recalling where he last saw Haechan which he then replied with, “He was by the sweets a second ago.” Yeah, you definitely know where the sweets are. Thanks a lot, Mark. “The sweets are at the lounge.” Jeno smiled at you dashingly as if he could read your mind. “Thank you, Jeno.” you returned his smile. “Okay, lovebirds, I’m cold. Let’s sit by the fire, Jen.” Mark wrapped his arm around Jeno’s shoulder and urged him to walk but Jeno stood his ground to let you know, “You look stunning tonight, Y/n.” before walking away with a smile.

You felt your cheeks slightly heat up at the compliment and the corners of your lips slowly curled up into a small smile. “Oh God, don’t tell me you actually liked his compliment.” Jaemin rolled his eyes at you. “And what if I did? It was decent. Why? You jealous?” you smirked slightly. “You can suck my dick.” and with that he stormed off to look for Haechan. Jeez, who hurt him? Tailing behind Jaemin, you spotted Haechan talking to one of the guests before his eyes landed on the two of you. “Jaemin! Y/n! It’s been a while!” he engulfed the both of you in a tight hug as he eyed you guys with adoration. “How’d you guys get here from so far?” Haechan questioned.

“Oh it wasn’t that far.”

“We took the plane.”

You made eye contact with Jaemin and squinted your eyes at him. “I see, I see. Why didn’t you tell me you were taking the plane? I really could’ve paid for the flight ticket.” said Haechan. “Oh, it’s fine. It really wasn’t that expensive.” Nope. It was. “Then at least let me pay for your flight back.” he insisted. “No it’s ok—” you were cut off by Jaemin’s annoying voice (no offence Jaem). “I mean, if you insist.” He shrugged before you hit his right shoulder. “Ow! Why do you keep hitting me?” he winced in pain as Haechan laughed at the interaction.

“Some things never change.”

Slow music played in the background as you looked at the few people dancing in front of you. You moved your head to the rhythm of the music and can’t help but smile softly at the situation you were in ; side by side with Jaemin along with a glass of Rosé as music filled your ears. The lodge was almost empty now considering it has gotten a bit late and the only ones left were close friends. Nothing could feel better than this. Or so you thought. “You wanna take a walk?” Jaemin whispered softly to you. “Yeah, sure.” you took the coat that Noelle had lend to you before walking out the lodge with your best friend.

Your footsteps littered the snowy ground as the crunch of your steps filled your ears. “It’s a cold night, isn’t it?” Jaemin commented with his hands in his pockets. “Well I mean, it is snowing.” you giggled softly. “Oh shut up.” Jaemin himself couldn’t help but laugh along with you. You spotted a bench next to a lamp post and decided to sit on it. Buckley’s Lodge is located at the very top of a mountain and is a perfect stop for skiing trips so you could almost see everything from here.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a hand on yours. It wasn’t too common for the two of you to be holding hands but tonight felt a tad bit different. “Y/n.” he called for you quietly to which you hummed as a response. “Look at me.” he said. Carefully, you turned your head to face him before waiting for his next word. “To be completely honest with you, We’ve been best friends for quite the amount of time now and I just think you’re absolutely perfect just the way you are. No matter how annoying you can be at times, you’re still the one I adore the most. So what I’m trying to say tonight is that… I’ve fell for you, Y/n. Harder than ever and I can’t help but feel slightly jealous when you swoon over other guys. I-I just felt like I had to get this off my chest before it’s too late.” Jaemin released a breath of relief as he looked at your intertwined hands.

“Fuck— I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Jaemin.” you chucked seeing him in this state. “It’s fine.” you held his hand tighter in your hold as he met your eyes. “And as a response to your heart-felt confession, look what I brought.” you held your free hand out for him just to show the mistletoe with a red ribbon in the palm of your hand. “I found it on the way here.” Handing the object to him, he took it without hesitation before staring into your eyes for confirmation. “You know what to do.” you urged him to continue. He seemed nervous at first but when you planted a small peck to his lips, he was surely taken aback but also more confident.

Biting back a grin, Jaemin lifted the mistletoe and held it just above your heads with his left hand. “You surely are one of a kind.” he leaned forward to close the gap between the two of you before his lips finally landed on yours. He released his hand from your grip gently and moved it to the dip of your waist and pulling you in deeper. Smiling into the kiss, you took your right hand and placed it just over his shoulder to keep balance. Just then, you felt something drop on your head. Pulling away from the kiss, you saw Jaemin picking up the mistletoe that fell from his grip with a nervous smile. “Oops, sorry.” he laughed awkwardly.

You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at the way he was acting. This really is the man you love. “What’s so funny?” he furrowed his brows playfully at you. “Nothing, just, Merry Christmas, Jaemin.” you said with a smile. Returning the smile, he replied with a giddy voice. “Merry Christmas, Y/n.” As the moon lit the white night, you couldn’t help but wonder what challenges you’d have to go through during this journey of bumpy roads but one thing you were sure of is that you were doing it with Jaemin, and Jaemin only.

And to wrap it all up, that is how your story begins.

definitely more on the simpler side of my works but i did enjoy writing this so i hope you enjoyed reading this too. and don’t worryyy jaemin’s the only one without some filth :)

#once a year by dongfuck #nct imagines #nct dream #nct 127 #jaemin #jaemin fluff #jaemin imagines #jaemin scenarios #jaemin fanfic

[mimine666]

Fictober 12: "I’m not saying I didn’t like it.”

Fandom : Major Crimes

Rating: E (quite explicit by my standarts so I won't post it on ff.net this time)

Day 12: “I’m not saying I didn’t like it.”

Sharon laid on her back, looking at the ceiling, still panting. She couldn’t help but feel … she didn’t even know what was the word for that. Shaken? Moved? Weirded out? 

“You ok?” Asked the man next to her, strangely quiet himself. 

“Mmhhh” She only responded, not sure what to say under those circumstances. 

“You didn’t like it…” It was more a statement than a question.

“I’m not saying I didn’t like it” She responded. Reassuring the ones around her came as a second nature for her. It wasn’t false. It’s not like she didn’t like it, quite the contrary. It certainly was the most intense orgasm she ever had. How could she dislike receiving so much pleasure ? “It’s just… it’s just so very different.” She voiced, not sure what to tell him since she didn’t know what to think herself. 

And how could she when her world just got rocked like that?

Nearly 55 years on Earth, more than 35 being sexually active, two children, three pregnancies and never before had she experienced that. 

It had started normally enough: dinner just the two of them in that little Indian place Andy loved so much, a walk in the park nearby, and tea when coming back to his place. Then kisses, caresses, disrobing. It was quite the usual. Both of them naked on his bed, him going down on her, that was their nearly everyday. But what changed? What changed from him giving her a “normal” head, that fantastic, exciting, delicious sensation, the feeling of his lips and tongue on her most intimate part, his fingers buried in her, enhancing her pleasure. She was not ashamed to admit that was what she preferred these days in bed. She loved being one with one but the feeling of his wet hot mouth on her core was just so So SO absolutely delicious. Maybe it was the fact that she had missed out on this particular act for her whole life that made it so engaging, too.  

But how did it go from delicious to mind blowing? To him seeming to do the same thing as usual: from the movement of his lips, to the flip of his tongue around her clit to… Ohhhh!! That was the difference : his fingers. Usually he would pump them into her, first slowly then increasingly rapidly and firmly, following her cue. This time, he looked for that amazing spot deep within her and kept on messaging it, making her feel like liquid pleasure. Until her legs shook uncontrollably, until she felt her throat burn from moaning so much, until she felt she couldn’t take it anyone but kept on wanting more. Until her world shattered, the pleasure so intense it bordered pain. Until she felt herself grow wetter and wetter. Until something snapped and her body squirted waves and waves of liquid pleasure as her orgasm washed over her, leaving the bed wet and her feeling both dirty and completely drained. 

Yes, it’s not that she didn’t like it because frankly she did. She just didn’t like that feeling of something going out of body, without really knowing what it was. She didn’t like losing control to that extent. She especially didn’t like the feeling of helplessness she felt. Like if she hadn’t lived her life to its fullest until now. As if she had missed out on so much, all those years. 

Maybe they could try again. If she expected it, now that she knew it could happen, maybe it would be different. Yes, that’s what she needed: give it another try, she’ll decide after if she likes it or not.

#fanfiction #sharon raydor #andy flynn #shandy #major crimes #fictober23 #autumn #fictober event #let's warm up

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designated and store with Eddie pls

STORE; Putting belongings in the other’s house when they spend the night, slowly taking over the space. 

DESIGNATED; Saving the other’s seat in school/church/a restaurant. 

All through high school, they were inseparable, they tried to match classes, sat together at assemblies and at football games and never missed lunch together in the cafeteria. Even after she graduated she would still try and meet him once a week for lunch, and he was still coming over to her house on Tuesdays for taco night. 

He started sleeping over sometime in the summer between jr and sr year, her room eventually became the spot he’d crash instead of the living room couch. He moved in some PJs, a swimsuit, towels, a toothbrush, and his preferred shampoo… all so that he didn’t have to go home as often. That was before he had the van, so she suspected it was just him not wanting to walk 5 miles home, but then he got the van and it was like he was with her more. 

And with the addition of the van, being his right-hand man was easier again. One thing she missed the most about school was the way he saved her a seat, in the auditorium and in classes without assigned seating. Everyone knew if Eddie was there that the empty seat to his right was for his best friend and not to even try and sit there. Now she has her name stitched into the headrest cover of his passenger seat so absolutely everyone knew it belonged to her. 

He belonged to her. 

He’s always loved her. ever since he was a little kid and their grade 4 teacher sat him beside her thinking that she could keep him in check… instead, he just made her giggle all the time and it got them both in trouble. She was good at keeping him on track and she taught him how to understand the lessons in his own Eddie way, she was able to talk back to mean kids and stupid teachers for him. She was his person and he loved her for always being there. 

It’s her mom that finally asks them what the fuck they’re waiting for. 

He’s over for the millionth Tuesday dinner with her family, scarfing down his 5th tortilla filled to the brim with homemade toppings. He sits to her left, she smiles at him, they giggle, they bump shoulders and she wipes sour cream off his cheek only to boop it back onto his nose. 

“Can you just get married already?” 

They both turn to her with equally shocked expressions and make the same exasperated laugh, “what?” She asks. 

“You’re so in love with each other,” she wags her finger between them. “Your father and I were so sure you were sleeping together, years ago! It’s getting ridiculous that you’re not actually together.”

He’s stiff as a board in his seat, terrified that this is on the table now and she could not feel the same way and everything could be ruined right here and right now. He didn’t tell her about his crush specifically because of moments like this.

The not knowing kills him. 

She turns to him with a soft expression, “I mean… I’m not opposed to dating you, I just didn’t think you wanted to?” 

That snaps him out of his haze and he looks at her like she’s insane, “you know I have a crush on you, everyone in the fucking town knows, I thought you didn’t like me. You’ve never made it clear?” 

Her mom laughs, “she doesn’t treat anyone on earth the way she treats you, how’d you not know you’re special to her?” 

He shrugs, “she’s just wonderful like that, I thought.” 

“Stop,” she gets so bashful from being complimented by him that she could explode. She loves doing things for him, like making lunches for him and buying him random presents and giving him love letters… she would give her life for him if need be. 

“Sorry,” he smiles back at her the same way. like she hung the stars in the sky just to see him a bit better in the darkness. “I love you.” 

“I can’t believe we’re doing this at the dinner table,” she shakes her head as she leans in more and cups his face in her hands, pressing a kiss to his lips quickly. 

“Finally,” her mom sighs as she sits back in her chair, content with her job well done. 

General Taglist 

@ncsls0515 @stevesmunsons @reidsbookclub @wroteclassicaly @sweetyyhippyy @manuosorioh @mrs-dr-reid @k-k0129 @eddiemunson-rp 

Eddie

@fightingdragonswithwho @kyomito @reidselle @venomsvl @nomajdetective @girl-with-an-orange-cat @blairscott @princesseddie 

#eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things season 4

[calehenituse-brainrot]

I AM SICK AS FUCK BUT LET ME SPEAK MY MIND ABOUT CALE!KRS

this one aint a story, sorry folks 😔✊

warning, this is nsfw : contains cnc, somno, breeding kink, bondage mention, and also sex toys.

there's a scenario down below for x readers but it's not really written well.

OKAY

does Cale Kim knows anything about kinks???

i lowkey feel like he would be knowledgeable about sex in general and u knoww, but he never really dives into the whole topic and the possibilities since he's busy suffering in his first life sorry lol

so when he regressed and possessed the body of KRS, he never really thought that he was gonna be smashing anyone since he's gonna devote himself to taking care of his niece.

but then damn, OG!KRS's ex girlfriend (yes do not fight me on this, i believe if he'd ever fall for anyone, it would be someone who knows KRS best) is really nice and mature and loving and kinda hot too so —

obviously she would notice that he's not the OG KRS and he'd have to come clean at one point.

anyways fast forward, they fall into a relationship and when they FINALLY have sex, it was gentle, loving, sweet, and oh-so-invigorating for both parties.

then she just goes "you know, you could just ... fuck me in my sleep."

and rattled, cale!krs would say, "but that's not right..."

"i just gave you my consent," she says, "you're absolutely allowed to do whatever you want."

"but what if you don't like it at that time?" he'd asked because OUR MAN IS A RESPECTFUL SIGNIFICANT OTHER AND CARES ABOUT CONSENT YES YES THE BARE MINIMUM

"then we'll make up a safeword."

so then his gf would explain all about safewords and kinks because tbh cale!krs knew NOTHING about kinks — if he had a preferred one, he wouldn't realized it's a kink before she says that "oh, that's what you're into?"

so he explores his sexual preferences with her, saying whatever he thinks he's into and trying it with her, figuring out how things work. he's into the whole mirror thing and cowboy girl position, also likes breeding and bondage a lil bit too much. inflation on the stomach when he's inside of them makes him feel 😩😩😩 he loves edging too and be a complete prick.

he does the thing where he will rub his cock alongside their pussy until he's hard and brushes his tip on their clit until he comes himself.

sees his partner bending down and he's feeling particularly horny? he's putting his large hand on their hip and slowly going down to rub their pussy though their pants, grinding his bulge against their ass. could fuck you on the spot if he wants to but always thinks about where his niece is first because nobody wants to be caught red-handed 😭

so during the times he's learning and to help him with trying out his sexual preferences, his gf takes him to a sex shop or just shows him a bunch of sex toys online, explaining how they work and stuff like that.

he's into cock rings more than pocket pussies, says he already got you so it's unneeded HAHAHA

the topic of self-pleasure toys comes up so he asked his gf what kinda toys she uses and she whips out the cute lil rose and the vibrator wand.

she explains to him how they work and stuff like that and OUUHHH BABEYYY cale kim WANTS to test them out.

just imagine here,

he's sitting naked on the bed, you on top of him with his dick rubbing on your pussy. he's testing out the levels on the vibrator in one hand, the other mindlessly rubbing your clit and plunging his fingers into your hole repeatedly, making sure you're wet enough to take him in later.

you have one arm around his neck so he'll be able to look down onto your pussy and easy access to your chest.

"we'll start slow," he says, putting the wand on the lowest setting and taking his sopping wet fingers out of you. he licks them clean before saying, "now spread your legs and take me in, doll."

you did as he told you so, having to lift yourself up first and slowly pushing his cock into you, filling you up to your stomach. he first allows you to get used to his size before you began to bounce on his cock, movement small and not erratic.

he lowered down the vibrator to your clit, brushing the vibrating sphere against your throbbing, red clit and when he felt you immediately tightening your walls around him, he let out a breathy, "fuckkkk"

it's a bit of a work having sex with a vibrator but the sounds you were letting out and the way your body reacted was more than enough for him to keep going.

he would sometimes squeeze your breasts with the other hand, pulling on the nipples and biting and leaving hickeys all over the breast he could reach.

you were creaming all over him, the base of his cock white with your fluids. you would have orgasmed so many times that night because having your pussy throbbing around him was an addictive feeling to Cale!KRS and he would make you cum over and over again to the point you'll be squirting all over the bed.

when he finally comes, it was hot and so much to the point it was dripping down to the sheets because you were filled to the brim. he'd turn off the vibrator and set it aside, hugging you and giving you kisses along your shoulders and the sides of your breasts.

"d-do you want me to pull out?" he whispered. yes, cale kim is a nasty man and he would like it if he could sleep while still inside you.

"do it slowly," you'd say, sore and sensitive. you were sure if he moves, you'd cum again. your legs are still trembling and your clit felt abused.

he wraps his hand around your hips, lifting you gently up and letting his cock slide out of you. his cum immediately dripping down out of your hole. you let out a sigh, feeling the previous load lesking out of you and as if you were perhaps the dirtiest person out there to have this much cum inside of you and loving it so much that you're a bit sad it's leaking out.

"fuck," he whispered, letting you sit on top of him and his own cum leaking out, wetting his flaccid dick.

"we should do this often."

#trash of the count's family #cale henituse #cale henituse x reader #kim rok soo x reader #totcf #tcf cale #lout of count's family #x reader #lcf cale #calehenituse brainrot #cale henituse smut

[devilsrecreation]

New TLG OC cuz apparently I don’t know when to quit

Makuu’s girlfriend/mate, Ucheshi (charm, humor)

She’s a sweet silly ray of sunshine whose sparring techniques are a bit…different from the other crocs, but they surprisingly work. She’s outgoing, extremely talkative (to the point where she doesn’t shut up easily), and prone to excitement. She’s also very affectionate with her loved ones and loves making others laugh. She prefers to settle things peacefully, but she won’t hesitate to get into a fight if it backfires.

You would think she wouldn’t be Makuu’s type and honestly, Makuu didn’t either. That was until she made him laugh. Then he started noticing how supportive and patient she was and found her…kinda cute. From then on, Makuu developed a soft spot for her and they formed a really wholesome relationship. It’s basically that of Roger and Jessica with the genders swapped cuz we need more silly ladies with absolute catches for a man lmao

-Her battle tactic is looking weak and acting like a damsel in distress, then defeating her opponent when their guard is down. She’s perfectly capable of defending herself

-She also just so happens to be Kiburi’s little sister so that’s fun

Could you imagine his reaction when he learns that Ucheshi and Makuu are dating?

“Course I’m gonna have a problem when MY RIVAL IS DATING MY LITTLE SISTER-”

-Speaking of which, Kiburi’s actions during “Let Sleeping Crocs Lie” hurt her immensely and caused a rift between them. He wasn’t the same big brother she knew and loved. He was completely different. Last time she ever saw him in the Pridelands was when he was heading to the Outlands with the others. They locked eyes for a moment, she turned away in shame, and that was that. They talked once during Season 2 in an effort to get Kiburi to change his ways, but he unfortunately was too far gone. This led to a fight (the argument kind) where they each said things they regret and haven’t spoken since.

-Having said that, Kiburi is still her brother and she loves him. He may want to hurt Makuu and take over the Pridelands, but she knows damn well he would never hurt her. While he does find her annoying, he’ll protect her with his life. They eventually start talking again and while it takes some time (and a little journey to Udugu), they decide to leave the past in the past and she forgives him

-Unlike Makuu and Kiburi, she has no problem with Hukumu and her float. In fact, they become pretty good friends! They’ll usually have a chat or take a little walk while the boys keep fighting lmao

-She’s a mentor figure to Chama, Mzaha, and Furaha. And by that, I mean a mentor of fun. She’s the kind of person (animal) who’s like “Are you doing that ridiculous dust joke….without me???”. They have so much respect for her hfhfgf

-She was the only croc willing to let Hodari into the float cuz she found him outright adorable. While the other females just rolled their eyes, Ucheshi was like 😃😃😃😃😃. When Hodari’s song was finished, she actually started thumping her tail (but stopped once she realized everyone else was laughing). Now that he’s an honorary croc, she treats him like her son. Loves the little guy to bits

And here’s a bonus quote since I couldn’t resist:

Makuu: I want my potential mate to be a brave, strong, intelligent, independent warrior

Ucheshi: *having a fun splashing match with Mzaha, Furaha, and Chama, laughing*

Makuu: ….That one. I want that one.

#my god if i could draw 😭 #tbh she was orginally made just so there could be more roleswapped roger x jessica rabbit ships but then i got attached #if ya’ll want more headcanons about her i got you #from a girl Makuu would never be into into a girl that he’d kinda be into~ #oc #oc rambling #the lion guard

[stingraywipe]

What’s your top three beloved Pokemon? And if you have them— your top three most hated Pokemon?

omg hi Sofie!! :0 Get ready because I have a whole lot to say about this.

Most Beloved:

Number 1: Squirtle

My absolute favorite is squirtle. What's funny about this is I can't really pinpoint a specific reason why I like him so much. My first pokemon game was alpha sapphire, and I didn't play gen 1 until Let's Go Eevee, so it's not a nostalgia factor. I think my brain just subconsciously selected him back when I was watching the Indigo League anime in middle school. The squirtle squad showed up and my brain was like "Yeah. This guy. He's awesome. This is the one." And he has been my number 1 favorite fella ever since then, and as a consequence he is the pokemon I have the most merch of and it isn't really close.

Please keep in mind this is just what I have in my apartment where I live for college, and that I have even more stuff in my bedroom back at home. Now that I think about it, Koopa Troopa is my favorite mario character, so maybe I have an affinity for characters that are just little turtles. Either way, water is also my favorite type, which means even more bonus points for squirtle.

Number 2: Riolu

Riolu's high ranking has been somewhat of a recent development for me. I've always liked lucario, but I didn't see the light that was riolu until after I watched Pokemon Journeys. Ash's riolu was so silly and adorable, and I always felt so bubbly inside when he was on screen. This shift in my preference is probably due to me developing a major soft spot for cute characters/creatures over the past few years. Most of my favorite pokemon at this point are just little guys because of it. Anyways, the reason I like him so much is because of the aura control him and lucario are capable of. I've always loved aura as a power system; the idea of being able to harness one's own life energy and see it in others is just so cool to me. I especially like how it's established as its own concept outside of moves in pokemon, making it something super unique that only riolu's evolutionary line can take advantage of. I have a lot of lore/worldbuilding ideas for PMD that would utilize aura. For example, Milo, the protagonist of the PMD verse I've been brainstorming, on is a riolu with much stronger aura than normal due to him being a pokemon with a human soul. I have a lot of ideas for how I could use this concept to drive plot points or character arcs, and I might share more in the future if I ever get time to start solidifying a story.

By the way, Milo's partner, Lilly, is a squirtle. No way I don't give both of my two favorites the spotlight.

Number 3: Sprigatito

My love of sprigatito is really quite simple. I love cats. So much. They are easily my number one favorite animal of all time. My Instagram feed is covered in them. So imagine my excitement when I saw that one of the new generation 9 starters was a kitty. My violet team is my favorite team I've ever used in a pokemon game, and the sprigatito line is a massive part of why I love it so much. Sprigatito is adorable, and my meowscarada was so much fun to use after he evolved. On top of that, sprigatito's depiction in Pokemon Horizons makes me love it even more. It's literally just a cat. It loafs. It makes biscuits.. It gets annoyed at the mildest inconvenience. Liko squishes its beans. Plus it releases a super sweet scent when you cuddle it as a bonus. It's so perfect. It's like Game Freak was like "Yeah this is the perfect pokemon for Ray, put it in the game." I have a sprigatito character in my PMD verse named Mayple, but I can't share much about her because it would mean dropping pretty big spoilers for a plot point I have planned.

Honorable Mentions: Greninja and Ceruledge

I love ninjas. I love frogs. Greninja is both. And ceruledge is just objectively one of the coolest pokemon designs ever.

In terms of behated pokemon, I don't have many that I personally despise. It's more so that I feel indifferent about them, and I would simply prefer not to use them on my teams. Usually I don't have any real reason to dislike the ones I do hate; I think it just stems from a gut feeling. The biggest one off the top of my head is the tepig line. I don't know what it is, something just feels off about them. I also dislike incineroar. I like litten and torracat a lot, but they really dropped the ball with the final evolution for me.

That's about all I have. This was really fun to do! Thank you so much for submitting this ask. I look up to you and your work a lot, and it made my night when I got the notification. I'm still pretty new to Tumblr, so I don't know exactly how I'm supposed to do things around here. I want to try to meet more people here, but my social anxiety and tendency to overthink online interactions usually shuts down anything before it can happen. Because of that, being able to answer something simple like this means a lot!! Thank you!! :D

#pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #squirtle #riolu #sprigatito

[galvanizedfriend]

Tagged by the lovely @morningstargirl666 to post an older fic. I was in doubt of what to put here, so decided to go with a snippet of Pendulum because I'm currently working on it, and it's technically maybe my oldest fic. First version of it was written for a different fandom, even before I was into KC. 🤷‍♀️

Tagging @definedareasofuncertainty, @howlingmoonrise, @livingdeadblondequeen, @austennerdita2533 and anyone else who might want to! Consider yourselves tagged.

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It's 9:47 in the morning when Caroline boards the train.

Klaus watches from his seat, his lips involuntarily curling into a smile. He knows the reason behind Caroline's panting and slightly disheveled appearance - flushed cheeks, damp clothes, wind-tousled hair - is that there are exactly two minutes and 26 seconds before the train is scheduled to depart. She was running late, almost missed it. She is always late. That is one of the things that never changes.

He can't tell how long it's been since the last time he was here, not in a way that an ordinary mind might be able to grasp. Days and months and years are too little a scale for Klaus. Months and years get blurred together so easily; it's impossible to keep track. He prefers to count in lifetimes. Makes more sense.

It's been fifteen lifetimes since he last watched this exact scene unfold before him, but the details of it remain crisp and clear, like it was just yesterday. It's been burned into his mind with excruciating precision. He recalls the little twitch of irritation on Caroline's lips, the pinch between her eyebrows, the indignity of the curse she mutters under her breath.

Nothing torments her quite like being made to lose the reins of control. Disorder is the ban of her existence. Personally, Klaus thinks she still looks as graceful as ever, certainly more than most people, even in a rare moment of disarray. He's never mentioned it to her before, however, and he certainly won't start now - for many reasons, most of which are just terribly heartbreaking, but the main one being that Klaus finds it fascinating to see her like this, untidy, not completely put-together, unaware that she's being observed. 

There's magic in this moment. It's absolutely glorious in all its imperfections. It's the single most precious moment of Klaus' entire existence. He wouldn't change a thing about it.

It's a lot like seeing a movie he's already watched a thousand times, but not in a while, and yet somehow can still recall every scene, every line of dialogue, every tiny little detail. It starts playing in his head the exact second she crosses into the train car, and he gets instantly caught in the familiarity of the old script. He can narrate what Caroline will do even before she has decided to do it herself.

She will comb a hand through her damp hair, fruitlessly trying to fix some of the mess, before giving up with a frustrated huff when her fingers catch on a particularly nasty tangle. Then she will fish her train ticket out of the pocket on the right side of her overcoat, check the number on it, and lift her head to look around and situate herself. Once she confirms she didn't accidentally board the wrong car in her desperate haste, she will take a step forward, lips slightly parted while her eyes roam the rows of seats, searching for hers among the numbers marked on the above panel.

It'll take her about ten seconds to locate it, which grants Klaus just enough time to face away and pretend he hadn't been paying rapt attention, dying a little bit on the inside as the woman of his life - of all his lives - walks down the train aisle to occupy the spot exactly in front of him. A small, narrow table is the only thing separating the two of them, but the gap feels impossibly larger. A gap the size of fifteen lifetimes, stretching between them like a rift that only he can see.

Klaus sucks the air in through his nose in a failed attempt to keep his heart from punching so violently against his ribcage. It has been a minute, and pretending that being away from her for so long hasn't been a slow death is harder than he thought it would be.

When their eyes meet - casually for Caroline, anything but for Klaus - she offers a smile to the stranger in front of her. Nothing if not polite, his Caroline. Miss Mystic Falls through and through.

Klaus' smile is discreet, but full of warmth. In different times, she would've instantly recognized it as an oddity. He's not a warm person, quite the opposite. But she doesn't know him, has no idea that she's an exception to a rule that's only gotten worse since the last time they met.

There's a possibility that his knowing grin will seem awkward to her - maybe too familiar, maybe just plain creepy - but it doesn't matter. Not this time, anyway. Klaus won't be sticking around, so whether she's thrown by his behavior or not won't make a difference. This time, he'll just be another face on a train ride that won't stand out to her for any reason other than how exceptionally annoyed she is. Just another unremarkable stranger to cross her path. In a few days, or maybe even hours, this random encounter will be completely forgotten, his face blurred into insignificance, obliterated from her mind as all trivial, unimportant things are. It will be as though it never happened.

If he says the bitter truth of that doesn't make him feel a bit of a sting somewhere, he'll be lying. But it is what it is, and Klaus has had several lifetimes to get used to their Shakespearean tragedy: the poignant poetry of this casual meeting on the 9:50 am train to Cardiff, and how it always, always changes everything, one way or another.

Klaus has been through all the existing steps of grief, and then some. Denial, anger, depression, disappointment, white hot rage. It sometimes comes in waves; other times all at once. Acceptance has never really stuck, but he was forced to learn how to soldier through it all. He didn't have a choice. He never has a choice. At last, he learned how to cope - not by making peace with it, but by walking away. 

Klaus has learned the hardest possible way how to relent before the things he cannot change, even if it kills him. And it usually does. There are forces in this universe that are stronger and more unyielding than even the love he has for Caroline Forbes, although it certainly doesn't feel like that should be possible. Life - or rather, death - has proved him wrong.

It’s been too long, and he just had to see Caroline again. One last time.

Klaus is here to say goodbye. This time, for good.

#yokan writes #klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #tag game #here's to me actually wrapping this editing up so i can post it again #circle of prayer

[dracolichbitch]

Reunion

So @lucien-lachance has a lovely dbh oc who i absolutely adore and I can't resist having an au where I smash him and jura together like barbies so this is just a tiny something i wrote where they get united after the dragon crisis is over and Jura's dealt with the threat the thalmor posed to her, having separated for a time for both their safety

Three hundred and forty two. Jura had counted the days since she saw him last, and every day she counted, her heart burned to see him again even more and more until it was all she could think about from the moments she laid in bed unable to sleep to wishing he was there, watching her back in the middle of combat, even as she loathed for him to be in danger, she knew he could handle himself. That was one of the things that first drew her to him after all, in addition to his calm charm, like an ice cold drink on a hot day in summer. She needed to see him again, and although half her heart was afraid to after all this time – what if he’d already moved on and found someone else? Would she have the heart to interfere in his life once again if he had? - she couldn’t resist searching for him.

Even though Faustus was an accomplished mercenary, he wasn’t famous. He didn’t prefer giving his name out, and for a while she helped him get jobs along with her, splitting the pay from the jobs he went with her on easily. Why was it so easy to split the vast amounts of gold she “earned”? Well, having a penchant for extorting people certainly helped. Generally, Faustus was a little too polite to do that himself. It was fortunate that he preferred to keep a low profile though, it meant that the Thalmor didn’t have a chance of finding him to use against her while they were a threat, but now that they weren’t it was time to find him again.

She was perched over her enormous, ever growing map of Skyrim in her scrying room where she kept track of all the various ruins and caves of Skyrim as she came across them, the delicately carved obsidian pendant held loosely between her fingers by the chain. Her mage light reflected off its polished surface, highlighting the arcane runes carved into each facet. The pendulum was a work of enchanting genius, containing multiple scrying enchantments, with each facet as a conduit for each function. Now she activated two of them. The first was to find where he was.

The second was so he knew she was looking for him.

Even though she’d been situated at Mistwatch since before everything with the Thalmor and the Volkihar went down, and he knew he could potentially find her there, as far as she was aware, he never came looking for her, and though the thought made her heart twist, she knew it couldn’t be helped. She was the one who suggested they keep their distance until it was safe. But now it was safe, and she needed to see him more than she needed air to breathe.

The runes along two facets of the pendulum began to glow gold and slowly the pendulum searched the map before her, trying to attune to his location before settling on a spot in Dawnstar. The corner of her lips curved into a smile.

Found you. But will you wait for me there? Faustus…

Almost as if in answer, the pendulum began to move on its own, without any input from her, and she made no move to stop it as she watched it circle the map once more before landing on another location.

Nightgate Inn? So you’ll meet me there?

She knew that it moving like that was in conjunction with Faustus using his own to communicate with her. The pendulums were easier than sending birds with letters. After all, with a bit of magicka and know how, it was easy to send simple messages of where you were going next by focusing it on the map. The only trick was it required both people to have a map open at the same time. Luckily in this case, they both did.

The runes dimmed their light before fading altogether, and Jura’s heart leapt into her chest, pounding at an almost painful pace as she backed away from the map and returned the pendulum to its spot around her neck. The thought of seeing him again filled her with trepidation and yet she wanted it more than she could remembering wanting anything for a long time, and that included her revenge. She left the scrying room in a flurry of robes as she hurried to pack what she needed so she could be off as soon as possible.

After realizing it would take him longer than her to get to Nightgate from Dawnstar, Jura decided to stop by Windhelm first for a few reasons. She wanted to see how the reconstruction on her parent’s house was going as well as to visit Wuunferth, who still wasn’t happy about how she helped overthrow Ulfric, but was begrudgingly accepting the new Jarl. She stayed at the inn there for a two days, although she kept diligent track of where Faustus was in relation to Nightgate while she did so and when it looked like he was only a day or so away, she finished her trip to the inn. She knew she’d be waiting for him for a bit still when she arrived so she went ahead and rented the basement room for a few nights and settled down to wait.

The waiting was torturous.

All she could think about was him. Seeing him again. Would he be happy to see her? Did he miss her? Was he only coming just to tell her that he wasn’t interested in continuing where they left off? Her mind was cruel and treacherous as she had nothing else to fill her thoughts now. She forced her mind to quiet down as she sat in the bed.

She breathed in deep through her nose and exhaled through her mouth, focusing on clearing her mind and thinking of nothing at all. She’d never been much one for meditating. She never saw the point of it. Just sitting there quietly and thinking about nothing? It was an exercise in futility for her overactive mind, but she made an effort at it now. She wasn’t able to erase him from her thoughts completely, memories of their time spent together floating to the front of her mind the more she tried not to think about it.

Their first meeting. Their first kiss. That first night they both stayed into the morning, rather than leaving before the other woke. Jura’s heart clenched in her chest as if someone wrapped their fist around it and squeezed.

She wasn’t sure how long she spent in silence, reminiscing on her memories, but too soon, and not soon enough, she was drawn from her reverie by the nearly silent sound of footsteps against the basement’s stone floor. Indeed, whoever it was walked so softly, that if it weren’t completely silent down there, she never would’ve heard them. The faint sound made her heart soar in hope.

She knew few people who could walk so softly.

It wasn’t until she heard his voice say her name, barely above a whisper, the sound so sweet, that she opened her eyes.

There, standing in the doorway, was Faustus.

She couldn’t even make a show of feigned calmness as she scrambled to her feet, nearly throwing herself from the bed in her haste to reach him. Five steps away. Three. One. She was in front of him and before she could stop herself, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

She crashed her lips into his with bruising force, her fingers tangling into his hair, and she couldn’t help how she leaned into him as she did so. She kissed him fervently, like she was suffocating and he was the air she needed to breathe, but even as she did so, her heart sank in her chest at how he froze under her touch. The thought of putting space between them, of pulling away from him already, was torturous, but she did so anyway.

If it wasn’t what he wanted then she would by no means force it.

“I missed you.” She whispered as she stared into his eyes she loved so much. Cold as a blade and just as sharp, though they always seemed to soften when he looked at her.

Faustus stared down at her in silence, the look in his eyes like he was contemplating something, but whatever it was, he seemed to disregard it as he took her face in both hands and brought her back in for another kiss. His lips were soft and plush against hers but they were just as hungry and demanding as he kissed her as hard as she had kissed him. His fingers trailed into her hair as he kissed her, gripping at the back of her head and pulling her closer to him.

Jura didn’t resist his touch, instead leaning into him and the kiss more. Her own arms tightened around his neck and she clutched at his hair like she was drowning in the ocean and he was the only piece of driftwood in sight. She never wanted to let him go.

And now that they were reunited, she had no intention of doing so.

#oc: jura rhapsodos #my writing #friends ocs

[silversiren1101]

Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

💦-Best place for their partner to cum on/in?

Oh YES now for the fun prompts ❤️[From here]

NSFT under the cut.

Á: Is your muse loud in bed?

Minovae: So very loud when she's fully into it. Her past life as a bard gave her some real powerful vocal chords and boy are they more than willing to show themselves when she's overwhelmed. It's not like she's yelling or screaming, no, just the moaning and gasping and panting tend to get away from her control😏

I've mentioned before that it spreads like wildfire when she and Regill get together because of it. During that time, Greybor had been on counter-assassin duty (future Order of the Scar member if there ever was one) in the night for her, and neither of them thought to let him know his services wouldn't be needed that night. It's pretty... obvious... what's going on when he arrives to take watch close by, which of course amuses him to no end.

The morning after at breakfast, he shows up well-rested due to not having to stay up all night and remarks how it was nice to have someone take over for him for the night, and "It sounded like you were having fun, Commander. The kind that you really, really needed."

She nearly dies on the spot, instead running from the hall mortified as a delighted gossipy Daeran chases after her for details.

Morolai: Sex is all about power to her, and so her voice is painstakingly controlled. She moans and growls to make a point, like punctuation to her actions or those of her bed-partner.

Until she actually needs the relief or is into it herself, that is.

Then her sounds are quiet, almost cute. It's mostly gasps and breathing, not really moaning or groaning. Little stolen noises that are genuine as much as they are embarassed to be so. They don't really become a thing until much, much later in the weird relationship-not-relationship she has with 'Varn'dekai, mostly after The Lantern King is defeated and he spares and saves her life in the burning ashes. He has a strange obsession with them, along with feeling her pulse.

💦-Best place for their partner to cum on/in?

Minovae: Inside. She likes it absolutely inside, and her tail is only too happy to facilitate that happening. It'll wrap tightly around her partner and pull them in close when she herself is coming, keeping them from pulling out (which usually makes Regill finish too lol, unless he deliberate decides not to and wants to keep things going).

Doesn't matter what position, the tail will find a way. She doesn't consciously do it, either, but the appendage has a mind of its own and reflects her true thoughts and feelings... And it's saying "you better fill me up."

Morolai: The opposite of Mino: "you better NOT finish inside me." She hates the cleanup and the feeling of... 'claiming', with it. No she much prefers her partner finish on themselves, lmao. She absolutely loves the sight of a man with his on cum on his front, and especially when it's an inexperienced and desperate one like her favorite toy.

That's not possible really when she's not topping, though. In which case she demands any cum be caught in their own hand or, if they can't manage that, her thigh or ass since they're easy to quickly clean.

#oc: minovae arangeir #oc: morolai valduin #nsft #pwotr pals #prompt game #ask game

[bluexiao]

👀das alot.. any recommendations?

I KNOW !!!!!

well it’s difficult to really say since i got a lot but do you have any genres you prefer?

i have my favorites tho i can list them down here with a bit of info (this is in no way in order they are all my faves, plus most of them have powerful fl’s so yep those are my style)

Into the light once again - typical fl dies and has a new life (and btw it was brutal so i have to just warn you about that) but the ART and the way her new family is is just soooo refreshing !! unknown ml yet but so far im betting it’s the spirit king

Honey I’m going on a strike - absolutely adorable ml i just gotta say. this is kinda diff than those typical plots where the fl dies and goes back time since the fl and ml are already married, so the story kind of revolves around their married life

The Villainess Reverses the Hourglass - ABSOLUTELY ONE OF MY FAVORITE FL’S!! she’s just so badass and amazing and beautiful. plus the ml listens to her and i like their dynamics a lot

Seduce the Villain’s Father - VERY CUTE COUPLE ! I adore them !!!!!!! The fl wants to save ml so he won’t die a horrible death with his future son with another woman so she does this by continually asking him to marry her (and it works ok)

The Princess Imprints the Traitor - oh my god another powerful fl (PLUS THE ML LOVES HER EVEN IN THE PAST ISTG IM CRYING I NEED MORE CHAPTERS) and can i just say she looks so beautiful as an Empress okay

The Way to Protect the Female Lead’s Older Brother - the most beautiful art and the most beautiful FL I HAVE EVER SEEN !!! And btw one of the characters reminds me of scara but moving on, the fl is in a bad and brutal family (there will be blood here and there be warned) who she cleverly protected the ml from, and she is actually the most cunning of them istg. Ml is way hotter in the past but hey they both look good together but hey im continuing this bc of the absolutely beautiful fl

When the Villainess Loves - I have been waiting for the update for the longest time but hey this deserves a spot here. The fl has a thing with handsome men and protects all of the side ml’s in the original story tho the real ml of the manhwa is probably the other male villain. Anyway i remember liking this very much and if you are comfy with a sickly!fl go for it

I became the wife of the male lead - Oh my god? Wtf? Why is this not being updated???? Because the art!!! The plot!!! The father-like figure of the fl !!!??? Like srsly i absolutely adore the father-daughter ish relationship the fl has with the ml’s teacher. Plus she’s probably the most powerful fl i have ever seen (in terms of magic,,, oh wait ive seen an archmage fl too but well this one can use her powers freely) the fl draws a certain line between her and the ml but ml clearly loves her istg. and the original fl of the story is also in love with her :)

I feel like i would list more if i dont stop now but if you guys want more just send an ask

#📨

[sunnydaysunshine]

And then, there was the second Sunshine >:)

While her main story has not yet begun yet, I’m currently in the middle of trying to finish up a preview for what is to come. Mainly involving her and Ian’s story. If you want to check it out, here’s the link https://archiveofourown.org/works/46184566/chapters/116270185

Mona Blue (affectionately known as Mo, Sunshine, and Sunspot) was born on My 17, 1999. She’s the life of the party. Well, once her and her third boyfriend to count (now ex) Ian broke up. Unlike in her previous life (ooops, spoilers but it shouldn’t be if you follow the series lol), Mona likes to draw in her free time. She was born in Tampa, FL, but moved to Chalmette, LA. Though she struggled with the wanting of being a cartoon animator someday, she also wanted to pursue a career in nursing. Mona isn’t really a patient person, nor does she necessarily have a good financial background, so she settled to become a Medical Assistant for now until she could work her way up to at least LPN status. She works Dr. Ashmir’s Family Medicine clinic, where she is free to explore the benefits of all fields and techniques. She gets along well with her coworkers, who finds her personality amusing and brightening. Though, that’s inside of work. Outside of work is a whole different ball game.

Its like ever since her and Ian Duff split after the scandal, there was always a black cloud hanging over her. Hidden by smiles, outrageous jokes, and silly antics. During her free time (the weekends mostly), Mona spends her time drowning herself in alcohol and partying with her friends. She used to wear clothing that would cover her up (not necessarily from head to toe, but some decency would be nice huh?) but now, her friends convinced her to show off some skin to attract a new bae. Her hair done up as nicely as possible despite it being short and make-up caked upon her face whenever she stepped out. Desperately trying to forget her breakup with whom she assumed would be the love of her life three months prior. Though, her world changes when suddenly, she stumbles across a strange VHS tape that NOBODY could explain ended up in a clothing store.

Well, her best friend Shaun is supposed to be coming to stay with her for awhile. Might as well buy him some kind of cool trinket that he would find neat.

Well, shortly after a night on the town with her friends at a hot spot club on Bourbon Street, throwing it back on some hot guy she was tempted to take home with her and decided against for the night and getting absolutely shit-faced, she goes home to take a bath and decides: hey, there’s this cool ass VHS tape in the living room with possibly some nostalgia shit on it. Lets watch it!

Only to find out that there’s really nothing on the tape. Except static and loud noise in and shit. In defeat, Mona decided to down one more glass of Rose wine. Just one. Or two. Maybe three. That turns out to be a bad idea as she collapses, passed out from too much booze. Nothing but the TV watching her now. And perhaps...someone else.

Someone else who’s spirit was forever binded to the tape. Until now.

And when he sees her...ohhhh..how she looks so much like his Sunshine all those years ago. But it couldn’t be her...was it?

Mona, unlike her previous counterpart is a spit fire. Easily irritated, never backs down from a fight, can be sweet a lot of the times, but also very blunt. She likes to party and have fun, but there’s also times where she’s cool with just staying home and chillin. As stated before, she loves to show off what she’s got when she’s out. But when she’s home? T-shirt and panties people. MAYBE socks. She likes any color, but she prefers the color blue, just like her last name. That’s why she colored in the butterfly tattoo blue. Not just in memory for the sister she lost who ALSO had a blue butterfly tattoo, but because she likes the color blue. She hopes to get more tattoos in the future. She also likes to vape. A lot. ESPECIALLY when she’s stressed out (no worries, no nicotine is in any of them), and when she’s bored and alone, she likes to keep busy. Anything to keep her mind off of HIM. But when she gains a new roommate that’s annoying, childish, yet somewhat interesting, she doesn’t need to keep herself busy as much. As he ALWAYS finds something for them to do.

Again, while Mona’s MAIN story with Jack hasn’t started yet, you can at least read His First on A03 to get a better feel for Mona and her relationship with Ian.

#sunnydayjackoc #sunny day jack oc #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #somethingswrongwithsunnydayjack

[honeylikewords]

happy headcanons with steven grant, marc spector, and jake lockley!

(for my works, i write Steven as being somewhere on the autism spectrum and Jake as a protective alter, and i absolutely refuse to entertain any hateful, ableist, or racist ideas about who Jake is or how he behaves (though, of course, that statement extends to all members of the Moon Knight system!). all the alters are beloved and important to me, and if i say anything wrong about D.I.D., please let me know, as i’m always looking to educate myself and make my writing more accessible and accurate! also, in my works, all the alters in the Moon Knight system are in a relationship with one person who knows all three members and loves all of them equally, as they all equally love her. perfectly balanced, as all things should be.)

[prompts come from this list and requests are open!]

Which type of cereal is their favorite?

Out of all the members of the Moon Knight system, Steven is the most health conscious, so his cereal choices reflect that. As a nearly life-long vegan, Steven tends to gravitate towards those crunchy, chunky health cereals; he loves himself a good bran flake breakfast. He likes to slow down in the morning and enjoy his cereal and watch a little telly, smiling with full cheeks over at his sweetheart as she attempts to join him in his soy milk and organic whole wheat flakes with zero added sugars. If he finds out she finds those foods repellent, though, Steven will immediately apologize and run out to get something she likes, even if it’s chock full of artificial colors and corn syrups and hydrolyzed whatevers; her happiness comes first to him, and he’s happy to cast aside his typical choices to make room for her enjoyment. Hell, he’ll even break veganism if it means sharing a nice breakfast with her!

Marc is not a breakfast person. He doesn’t like the heavy, nauseous feeling he gets when he eats in the morning, so he tends to skip breakfast and go for a slightly more dense lunch. That said, while he hasn’t touched the stuff since he was a kid, he used to have a soft spot for sugary cereals, particularly Captain Crunch. It was something he enjoyed in the mornings, watching cartoons and running loose around the house, and while accessing those memories can be... painful, to say the least, sometimes he finds himself wandering the cereal aisle at the grocery store and letting his gaze linger on the myriad hypercolor General Mills concotions lining the shelves, smiling to himself a little before he remembers that oh, shit, he has to go get the bread and the vitamins--

Jake is more of a hot breakfast guy; eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, a nice omelette if he has time. That said, he’s been known to snag more than a few of those to-go cups of cereal they have in piles at the continental breakfast at the hotels he’s in and out of, keeping them in his cupholder in the limo to snack on during stakeouts. He tends to gravitate to the most sugary and brightly colored cereals, preferring Trix and Lucky Charms. He eats them by the dry fistful while he keeps his eagle eyes peeled for his target, though slows down to eat the freeze-dried marshmallows one by one, popping them in his mouth and savoring them as best a man with his limited patience can.

What outfit do they wear when they need to feel confident?

Steven is, to say it gently, “fashion challenged”. He usually wears whatever he’s grown comfortable with, specifically baggy shirts and jackets that at least meet the benchmark of barest presentability, trousers he’s worn in to a familiar fit (that are now far too short around his ankles, but it’s not like he would notice), and the most clunky orthopedic shoes you’ve ever seen. But they’re comforting to him, soothing. A uniform that still allows for some expression of individuality (I mean, have you seen those printed button-ups?). That comfort brings its own level of confidence, but to see him truly come into his own, one would have to see him become Mister Knight.

That suit embodies his confidence, what he thinks of when he percieves power and competence and strength; lines trimmed to the contours of his body, accentuating his best features, giving him the might he needs to protect himself and others. It makes him feel like this cool, sleek, James Bond-type man, able to sweep in and save the day, and he doesn’t turn his nose up at the fact that those trousers really bring out the bounce in his behind!

Marc is more grounded in his style. He likes the masculine, athletic look, and feels comfortable and confident in sporty, flexible clothes that lend themselves to both field work and the city streets. He loves a comfortable pair of jeans, a breathable tee under a rolled-sleeved button-up, a baseball cap, and his favorite running shoes. He loves to accentuate his strong arms by highlighting his wrists with those rolled sleeves and watches, and feels confident in himself when he knows he can move freely while still embodying that “did he just come from a hike or his really cool uptown office?” energy. 

Like Steven, though, there’s something about his suit that brings out the full, complete portrait of Marc, bringing to the surface all the parts of him that he hides, allowing them to unify into one being. Moon Knight releases him from his shame and lets him tie together his torn self, so there’s a confidence in that; his body strengthened, mind focused, contained inside the man he sees himself as in those ceremonial bandages.

Jake loves to take specific care of his image, proud of his competence in styling himself, bringing out his handsomest features while still managing to remain inconspicuous and hidden from prying eyes. He has the most refined style, preferring a very genteel manner of dress; he likes suits, overcoats, gloves and scarves, his cap a preferred accessory. Taking time to lay out his outfits and compose himself in them makes him feel on top of the world, like he can control anything that comes his way. He has a bit of that CEO swagger to him, too, and enjoys accenting himself with the occasional slice of the finer things, like nice watches, a ring, polished cufflinks. He feels that it gives him a bit of that serpent beneath the flower handsomeness.

All three agree on one thing, though: their Star of David necklace. It is a reminder of who they are, as a collective, a part of their identity, something they love about themselves, both individually and as a whole. Having that piece of their past and their personhood on them brings an assurance, a confidence. Plus, they know that a nice chain really highlights the comely shape of their neck and now gorgeous it is. Feels nice to agree on something so pleasant!

What is their bath or shower routine?

Steven is very, very sensitive so he tries to shower every day and in a very specific way. The water pressure has to be gentle enough that it doesn’t roar in his ears and make him feel like he’s going deaf, but firm enough that he’s getting clean, and he likes to keep the temperature at a moderate warmth; he hates cold showers, but doesn’t much care to get scalded, either, so warm enough to make steam feels just right! He’s careful with his soaps to go for something that isn’t tested on animals and doesn’t smell very strongly (he suspects he’s allergic to artificial perfumes, but that might just be psychosomatic), and makes sure to really wash himself to get that all-over clean feeling. He uses a sulfate-free shampoo because he’s heard that’s healthier for hair like his, but he’s not super knowledgable about haircare, so it’s mostly just a wash to get rid of the grime and then off to towel down and get into bed. 

He prefers to shower at night because for one, he always oversleeps and never has time in the morning, and two, it’s something to do on those long nights where he can’t or, more aptly, won’t let himself sleep. Taking a long, warm, comforting shower is nice and calming, but he used to have to be careful because if he got too cozy in the shower, he might drift off and that’d defeat a lot of his goals. Now that he’s more at ease about sleeping, he’s fine drifting off after a nice, warm shower, though!

Marc’s all business. He uses whatever soap’s around, no fussiness, and even brushes his teeth in the shower to save on time and water. He’s in and out as fast as possible, and tends to shower first thing in the morning because Steven is a sweaty sleeper and always wakes up covered in the residue and muck of a man who has just sweated his way through countless nightmares. It’s also why his hair is a little nicer than Steven’s; he combs it right out of the shower and actually manages to style it, and isn’t walking around with bedhead sweat!

Jake, out of all three, tends to bathe the most specifically. He’s the one that buys the nice, high-quality soaps for himself and his beloved. He actually knows what the body’s hair type is so he buys good shampoo and conditioner and cares for his gorgeous curls. He loves a scented shower and will cover himself in a well-scented body wash to really enjoy the experience. He also loves to pout out loud that showering alone is oh-so-lonesome and he’d feel so much happier if his little pretty one might join him.

“Come on in, amorcita, the water’s great!”

She often can’t resist that cute, broad smile of his or just how incredible that golden-toned skin looks all warm and shiny from the shower, and while Jake can get, ahem, handsy, he’s also very sweet and will offer to wash her hair for her, wash her back, et cetera. He likes to use very gentle, moisturizing, sweet-scented soaps on her, as he appreciates a delicate perfuming on her, and takes his time to work out the knots in her shoulders as they’re showering. 

Ever the gentleman, he’ll towel her off, too, and likes wearing nothing but a robe after his showers, having gotten one for himself and one for his beloved, so he’ll hold hers open and guide her into it, tutting to no one in particular that it’s an awful shame to cover up something so divine. 

What is their love language?

Steven’s is quality time, no doubt about it. He loves being able to spend as much time as possible with his beloved and just... be together. He loves to talk and share interests and read together or go exploring and find out new things about each other, and it makes him feel so whole and loved to just be by her side, even if they’re not doing anything. He loves that she lets him talk her ear off. He loves that she talks his ear off, too, when she’s excited. He loves that she doesn’t ever look at him as annoying or strange or unwanted: she looks at him like being right there in front of her is the most natural place for him to be. Like she wants him there. It swells his heart with love to be able to be around her.

When she goes out of her way to spend time with him, like cancelling plans with someone else or just plain staying with him for hours on end, he feels like he’s going to pop. His face grows warm and his tummy feels light and he swears he’s falling more and more in love with every passing moment. Steven adores her, and the time they spend together.

He’s also drawn to giving her gifts-- things he thinks of as traditional romantic gestures, like flowers and chocolates and, if he can ever afford it, pretty pieces of jewelry-- but does that less frequently because he worries it’s too forward and, well, because he’s broke. And that’s perfectly fine, because the best gift she can recieve from him is his undivided, lazer-like attention, and he loves, loves, loves to give that to her.

Steven also just naturally is an affirmer. He doesn’t even think of it as a love language or a behavior he does to express anything other than the truth: every word he says to her is genuine. He really believes she’s amazing. That she’s so intelligent. That everything will be okay. That she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. He says these things with such sincerity, such warm intensity in his sweet, deep eyes, that she knows they’re nothing less than his universal truth. He believes, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she is the most incredible woman he’s ever met and will ever meet, and he’s so proud to call her his. And he’ll keep telling her until she believes him as fully as he believes it.

Marc is more an acts of service guy. He’s bad with his words, always somehow managing to accidentally say something hurtful when he’s just trying to be helpful or honest. He’s a bit too brusque and blunt, a bit too unpolished, so he leaves the “romance” to the other alters and does the doing of deeds. He figures that if he can’t win her heart, he can at least earn his keep, and he does his best to fulfill whatever she needs in a practical, objective way. 

Is there a faucet leaking? He’ll get it without being asked. Did she forget something at the store? He’s out picking it up. He’ll handle the laundry when she’s out of the house. He’ll restock her soaps-- he knows exactly which brands and scents she uses-- and try to have something planned for them to eat so she doesn’t go hungry. And that’s not even to mention the intense lengths he’d to go in order to keep her safe.

Whatever needed to be done, no matter how painful, physically, mentally, or spiritually, in order to keep her safe, Marc would do without question. There are no hurdles he would not jump, no torture he wouldn���t endure if it meant she was protected, safe from the dangers of this world and the danger he percieves is inside himself. 

It’s why he can come off as distant, or cold, at times; he wants to keep her at arm’s length from anything that could harm her, and there are so, so many things in his life that could. So many things inside his head that could. He’s afraid of what would happen to him if she suffered anything; how much further could he be broken? What kind of animal would he turn into?

But it doesn’t matter how hard he tries to keep them separated, for her percieved safety: as much as he tries to break that selfish tie he has to her, he can’t. She loves him too much, and he is so wrapped up in loving her that he can never, ever be pulled from her. They’re part of each other, now, so he does everything in his power (and even within the power of things beyond himself) to keep her safe, keep her happy, keep her shielded from all the darkness this world has. He will be her shining moon in the blackest night. Always.

In return, Marc feels so loved when she looks at him-- really looks at him, square in the face, no facade, no pretense-- and tells him the honest truth, stands by his side. When she sees him for what he is and loves him anyway. It goes beyond words of affirmation, for him; he’s being saved. She’s telling him he matters. That his life is good, and he is good, and she needs him. That he isn’t the monster he’s been so afraid of becoming.

When he hears her say that, it feels like that hole in his chest that’s been burning, bleeding, rotting away at him, that it’s closing up. Small, small inches towards healing. But she stays, and she loves him, and she sees him in all his ruin and sees him as whole anyway. And he finally starts to feel whole.

Jake is such a fascinating man, and his love languages reflect that. Being driven more by Id, by passion, by the fire of anger and desire equally, Jake is often the one most open to following his impulses and thus expresses the full scope of his intense feelings for his beloved much more than any of the other alters do.

He isn’t afraid to shower his beloved in praise, praise that he feels is well-earned and true. She is a fucking gorgeous creature, so why shouldn’t he tell her? She gets him all hot under the collar, so why keep it a secret? Why not let her know exactly how it makes him feel when she bats those pretty little eyelashes and pouts those soft lips? If he feels it, why not say it, in lurid detail?

Beyond his silver (but truthful) tongue, Jake is also much more physical than his other counterparts. He is comforted immensely by her touch, and it doesn’t have to be sexual (though he has a great and storied love for their intimacy, to be sure). He loves when she runs her fingers through his curls. When she strokes his face. When she sits on his lap and they watch television together. The weight and pressure of her affirms to him that she is not only real, but so perfect for him. It’s like she’s the most beautiful weighted blanket in the world. A weighted blanket that he can also make out with. And that has very squeezable boobies. And--

Jake’s love language being touch just makes sense to him. It’s innate to him. It’s part of his DNA, built into him from birth to want her to hold him. He wants her softness wrapped around him, squeezing him tight to her chest, and it’s all balanced, too: for as much as she touches him, he’ll touch her more. A love visited sevenfold upon her, brought down by a wrathfully enamored angel.

Jake is fond of holding her face in place by her chin, fingers softly smoothing over the delicate jut of her bone. He loves to stroke his fingers over her lips, feeling the little ghosts of her breath against his skin. He kisses her as often and as deeply as she allows, regardless of the decency of the venue. He walks with his hand firmly on her back and, when he’s feeling cheeky (which is often), it wanders lower, playful squeezes being delivered to her backside. He cuddles her in bed, the biggest possible spoon, arms caging her to his chest and strong back shielding her from the dangers of the night. When they cross the street, he instinctively holds her hand or places his behind her shoulder, ushering her safely to the other side. 

He’s naturally protective: it’s what he was made to do. He defends not just the body, the system, but her, now. He’s her protector, and his physical attachment to her, the aura he presents by hanging off of her and marking her with his touch, makes him feel confident that no one is going to come close to her. She’ll be forever safe as he wraps himself around her, her strongest line of defense, and he’ll be forever soothed by the solid, grounding pressure of her against his body, a reminder that he is a human man and not something ephemeral; he is Jake Lockley, man in love.

What did their high school love letters look like?

Honestly, none of them wrote any. Marc was in way too much pain, too confused and torn apart to possibly turn his attention to any girls, much less write them any letters. He’s always been a bit too brusque and, though he hides it, too shy to write love letters. 

Steven attempted to write some, but always got way too anxious and would withdraw them, crumple them up and throw them away. He cribbed a lot of florid language from poets when describing the girls he liked in his journals, his writing teetering on purple prose when he was shooting more for Shakespearian, but, hey, he was just a kid! 

Jake? Love letters? During one of the most tumultuous times in the system’s entire life? Not a chance. 

That’s not to say the boys aren’t writing any now, though! Now that they’re with someone they all love, Steven loves to write ooey gooey sappy love letters as often as possible and stick them in various nooks and crannies around the flat; under her pillow, in the cabinet where she keeps her mug, in the butter drawer of the fridge, in the bathroom mirror, and these aren’t just sticky notes we’re talking about, but full, folded, multi-paragraph letters telling her how sweet she is, how beautiful, how intelligent, how kind, how rapturous her eyes--

What is their bedtime routine?

We’ve seen what Steven’s used to be: the elaborate setup of tape and sand, the ankle restraint, the phone calls and Rubik’s cubes and books and puzzles, but now that he’s made his peace with Marc and Jake, it’s a little easier for him. Not a lot, but a little. 

He still gets worried that his body is going to get up and perambulate without him if he falls asleep, but now that he and Marc are able to co-front more easily, they both tend to get tired around the same time and so both want to go to sleep. It’s Jake that can tend to be the wild card, swapping out when they’re asleep and taking advantage of the night to do his work or, often, to have some alonetime with his beloved where he doesn’t have to share fronting space with the other boys. He can be a bit selfish like that.

Now, as for the actual routine, Steven likes to watch a little telly before bed with a warm mug of tea and a blanket over his and the sweetheart’s lap, keeping them cozied together until their program ends and they sleepily shuffle to the bathroom to brush their teeth, wash their faces, and slip into bed. Steven likes to spoon her, whether as the big or little spoon, and loves burying his face into her softness and inhaling her scent to go to sleep. Sleeping is so much easier when he has the assurance of her nearby to calm him and to keep his body in check if he should start to wander. Steven’s a bit of a night owl, so it can be hard to coax him to sleep, sometimes, but his tiredness often gets the better of him and he collapses, drooling, into her shoulder and sleeps like a damn log.

It’s adorable.

When Marc is fronting and it’s time for bed, he’s usually a little agitated. Nighttime is when most of his “work” has to happen, so he’s gotten used to running on very little sleep, but now that he’s able to more personally control when he is and isn’t “on the clock”, so to speak, he’s taken a liking to having nights where he gets to just... sleep. Not run through the streets chasing jackals and beasts from the beyond or obeying the screams of the ancient god taking up residence between his eyes, just sleep. And, God, is it satisfying to lay down in bed, arms spread wide, and have her cozy up to him and actually go to sleep with her there.

It’s so nice for Marc to take time to unwind, and while he’d never, ever ask for it, he adores getting a nice, deep tissue massage all along his back before he does to sleep. She’s figured out when he wants one because he’ll sort of noisily start rolling his shoulders as he gets into his pajamas, extending his groans and tugging at his aching back in a manner so pointed that it’s nearly impossible to miss. She’ll play along and coo, asking if his poor back is hurting him, and he’ll flash her those big puppydog eyes and say that oh, no, he’s fine, it’s just an old pulled muscle acting up and she’ll get a little tired of playing pretend and just guide him onto the mattress, face turned so he can breathe as his chest goes flush to the sheets, and start digging at the hard knots of his back and shoulders.

He loves her for it. So much.

Jake’s the most active at night and often doesn’t go to bed at an at all reasonable hour. As mentioned before, he’s either “working” at night or he’s using the time to get some personal one-on-one in with the beloved, and it’s actually very sweet how much time he spends at night just trying to... be with her. On nights where he isn’t working or out on the town with her, and instead just keeping the body up late to be alone with her, they stay up late, talking, flirting, kissing, and, ahem, more, but he mostly just enjoys whatever it is she wants to do.

Sometimes they cook a new recipe together, late at night, having to run and get ingredients or substitutions from the nearby 24-hour convenience stores, giggling in the aisles as the cashier judges them for trying to buy spices and meat at two in the morning. Sometimes they watch a movie together, something unusual that the other boys wouldn’t care about missing or something so off their usual fare that it’s totally alien. Sometimes, they just sit together, holding hands and talking about nothing in particular or everything under the sun. 

She usually falls asleep before he does, still wrapped in his arms on the sofa, warm cheek pressed to his chest. He’ll gaze down at her and softly, tenderly, brush his knuckles along her skin, reveling in just how real she is. How wholly and completely she exists, and she’s his. He’s hers. What a strange thing to think. 

In those moments, he always bends down and kisses her. Sometimes, not on the lips; more often, he kisses her forehead, her cheek, her chin, her neck, even the backs of her hands. He just feels an overwhelming rush of love, and pressing her to his sensitive lips lights a fire in his nervous system: affirmation that she is real. The pressure proves it. The warmth. The scent of her. And nothing can ever take her from him.

He falls asleep holding her, then, and relinquishes his hold on the body, but he’s happy; he may never get his fill of her, but he’s been satiated enough to ebb his passion into a smoother form, and he’s ready to rest. 

Steven or Marc wake up the next day with deliriously tired eyes and breath that smells like paella.

Describe their happiest birthday.

They don’t like accessing those memories. It’s hard, painful work, and they’re not entirely ready to do it, yet, but, if they try, they remember Randall still being alive. They remember being smaller and holding his hand on a Ferris wheel. They remember their favorite birthday cake, and their father, and a blurry shape that they assume represents their mother. But they mostly remember Randy smiling. That’s all they want to remember, right now.

What makes them melt romantically?

Steven becomes a gooey puddle whenever his sweetheart asks him to go on. He’s become so accustomed to cutting himself short, shutting up, becoming abruptly aware that he’s being obnoxious, that whenever she reminds him that she actually is as excited to hear what he’s talking about as he is excited to say it, he liquifies. He’s wrapped around her finger, dreamily gabbing on, gazing at her with hazy, lovestruck eyes, hands reaching out to touch her face and hold her still as he breathes a giddy “I love you”, punctuating his sentence with a kiss before managing to find his focus and keep talking. He’ll tell her every thought in his head, unfiltered and unfettered, because knowing she cares at all about what he thinks and feels and knows about is so humanizing. She doesn’t ask him to make himself smaller for her, and for that, he’ll be endlessly grateful. 

Marc can’t keep his staunch frown in place any time his girlfriend gets worried for him and starts to play nurse. When he comes home bruised or cut or bleeding, even though the suit should take care of most of it, she’ll rush to him, always anxious, scolding him for getting into danger. Knowing that she not only values his life but his comfort and pleasure, that his pain and suffering hurts her as much as, if not worse than, it hurts him makes him feel so... cared for. When she brings down the box of gauze and bandages and hydrogen peroxide and softly warns him that it may sting as she dabs it against his wounds, he thinks to himself that he’s been shot, stabbed, gouged, sliced, burned; how could her hands and a tiny splash of alcohol possibly hurt him? She cares so much that even such a tiny discomfort is something she wishes she could spare him, and that fills him with everything. 

Jake melts like chocolate under the summer sun any time she calls out for him. Hearing her voice as she asks for “Jake? Baby?” makes him feel utterly feral, dizzy with happiness. He’s so unused to being wanted around at all that the mere idea of her actively seeking him out makes him feel like heaven. Knowing that she even recognizes him as a person, after so many years of being a secret, an afterthought, a shadow, that she wants him? Not one of his headmates, not some other man, but Jake? Oh, God, he just wants to rush to her side, pick her up around the waist, and spin her to give her even a tenth of the light-as-air dizziness she inspires in him. Any time he hears her say his name, he’s honey in her hands, sticking as close to her as possible, giving her all the sweetness he can. He’s her Jake, he’s all hers. If she ever says something in the family of “my Jake” about him, oh, he’ll be molten. 

What is their favorite ride at Disneyland? Favorite food?

Steven LOVES Disneyland. He’s got guidebooks on the place and loves to chatter about it, infodumping all day long on the history of the parks and the rides and the IP and the attractions and the costumes and the-- well, he could go on for days, but suffice to say that he loves to share his interest in the parks with anyone who will listen, and his girlfriend LOVES to listen.

As for his favorite ride, it’s hard for him to choose! He likes Indiana Jones and the Temple of the Forbidden Eye, but also loves Rise of the Resistance and the entirety of Galaxy’s Edge! He kinda sorta loves the roleplaying element of Galaxy’s Edge and inhabiting his own Star Wars-sona. He would absolutely come to the park in costume, if he could, but Marc keeps being a sourpuss about it.

Steven’s the one that’s most into dark rides and rides with animatronics, and will sit through Great Moments With Mister Lincoln just because he loves the history of that attraction. He also, surprisingly, likes Ariel’s Undersea Adventure, the dark ride that retells The Little Mermaid, as well as Snow White’s Magical Adventure, the re-done ride for, obviously, Snow White. He loves the beautiful new animatronics for Snow White and her Prince, and fancies himself a bit of a Disney Prince for his sweet Princess, so seeing their romantic little scene at the end of the ride puts Steven in a mood to smooch on his princess, too!

That said, Steven isn’t big on rollercoasters. They’re loud and give him a lot of anxiety, even if he knows they’re safe, so he can’t do major thrill attractions like Tower of Terror or the California Screamin’ (now IncrediCoaster). He’s also not super into getting wet on rides, so that strikes out things like Splash Mountain or the Grizzly River Rapids. But he adores any story rides, especially rides that other people overlook as “boring” or “for babies”. He’ll stand up for Roger Rabbit’s Cartoon Spin even when everyone else is ragging on it. Long live ToonTown.

His favorite food? Dole Whip. He loves those things. Could plow through thirty of them just waiting to get into the Enchanted Tiki Room! He also loves sharing them with his sweetheart, sitting next to her and gleefully feeding his bites from his spoon. He’s also a big fan of the vegan Ronto Wraps from Galaxy’s Edge!

Marc is... less enthusiastic about Disneyland than Steven is.

He’s not necessarily a hater, to be sure, but he more goes along because it makes his girlfriend happy (and his alter). It’s not really his speed. He’s perfectly happy to follow her around all day, though, and pay for things, and, hell, if he can hop on a couple roller coasters and see her smile, it’ll be a day worth the effort.

Interestingly, Marc loves the fireworks best. He doesn’t have a favorite ride, really, but he absolutely will go out of his way to see the fireworks shows. Knowing this about him, his girlfriend will try and find them the best possible seating for the nighttime spectaculars, or, if they’re especially going in for a treat, will pay for one of the Disneyland dessert packages, where you get to sit in a special area and have dessert in the most prime viewing areas for the shows. It’d be her special gift, just for him. 

He likes to wind his arm around her and hold her close, staring up at the skies as they fill with beaming light, shocks of red and yellow and green and blue, grinning as the crowds bubble with oohs and aahs and applause, children squealing with delight as the music swells. If he’s feeling particularly sappy, Marc will lean down and hover above her face, waiting for the soundtrack to crescendo, and finally, finally, kiss her right as the song culminates. He loves a little theatricality, what can he say?

Marc isn’t a particularly snack-y guy, but he does have a soft spot for those massive turkey legs they sell there. He thinks they’re absolutely insane and very, very funny so he’ll pick one up while Steven whines in his ear about how he’s poisoning the body with meat like that. It takes him a hot minute to work through the entirety of the leg, but he carries it around and teases his girlfriend with it, saying it makes him feel like a medieval lord and she his fine wench.

She will smack him on the chest if he calls her a wench again, though.

Jake seems like he’d be too good for Disneyland, but actually has a certain level of affection for it, especially if it makes his beloved happy. He wants her to have the best possible experience and so may spring for some of the more expensive indulgences the park has to offer, like guided tours, passes to skip lines, reservations at the nicest dining establishments, pieces of the more pricey merch. 

If she loves Star Wars, he’ll gladly accomodate her and pay for the lightsaber building experience at Savi’s Workshop. Does she want to go on Rise of the Resistance twice in one day? He’ll find a way to make it happen. Does she want to take home the expensive replica jewelry they sell at Dok Ondar’s? It’s all hers. 

Maybe she’s more of a princess fan, and he’ll peruse all the stores to find something just right for her. Does she love that replica of the Beauty and the Beast stained glass? All hers. He’ll pay to have it mailed to their home. A plushie Pascal will find its way into sitting on her shoulder. A replica of Aurora’s cape slipped over his arm to warm her as the night begins to cool. 

It can be a little hard to actually discourage him from overspending on her (though overspending might not be the term, as, out of all three members of the system, Jake has access to the most funds and they seem to be rather deep pockets he’s plumbing to pay for these niceties), so if she starts to feel embarrassed about the lengths he’s going to in order to spoil her, she may have to pull him aside and carefully explain that he doesn’t have to spend anything on her for her to be happy.

Jake will try to be less ostentatious about his spending for her sake, then, but probably not be able to entirely curb the impulse; I mean, those pins are so cute, and she’s eyeing them so wistfully, he just has to do it! And she’d look so precious in that little tiara, so his pretty princess must have it. He’d try to limit himself to “normal” purchases that “normal” guests can make, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t also slipping a few special surprises into her already overstuffed souvenier bags for later. 

Interestingly, Jake also is a fan of the dark rides, loving Pirates of the Carribean and Haunted Mansion the best of all. He likes their more ominous tone that’s offset by the joviality and playfulness that comes in the second half of the show, but also appreciates their dedication to atmosphere. Plus, since they’re a little scarier, and all take place in the dark, he can snuggle his beloved up to his side and coo that she’s alright, he won’t let the bad ghosts or skeletons get her. And, well, maybe he takes advantage of the dark to push his face into her neck and give her a few love bites.

More than a few.

Okay, maybe a lot of love bites and some hickies and maybe he starts nibbling her ears and she has to tell him to behave himself because this is a family establishment, for goodness’ sake--

Jake’s favorite Disney snack is a big ol’ caramel-chocolate apple. He likes the ones with the way overdone designs, and likes sharing them with his beloved as they admire the park, sitting on a bench somewhere and feeding each other bites of apple. It’s not the most ornate dish the park has to offer-- and he will try those with her before the day is out, make no mistake-- but it’s simple, and sweet, and sometimes, that’s all he needs.

Add to that the fact that he gets to have caramel-flavored kisses for a good while after; what’s not to love?

How do they like to provide for others?

Steven likes to provide comfort and lightness. When his sweetheart is in a hard place, he wants to be there to support her, to lift her up, to remind her that she isn’t alone. He may not be the most powerful, most rich, most handsome, suave man in the world, but he’s hers, and he’s so sincere, so caring, and he wants to give her everything he’s got. Being there for her feels like his way of providing for her, because even if he can’t give her the world on a silver platter, he can give her all of himself. All of his world.

If she needs to cry, he’ll be there to cuddle her and shush her, promising that everything will be alright. If she needs to rant and rave, he’ll be a listening ear, adding in a “yeah, tell that guy to eff off!” or a “no, what?! That’s so out of line of them, I’m so sorry!” so that she knows he’s on her side and listening. If she needs to be held and reassured, his arms are open to her, always. Steven will gladly go to the ends of the earth, and the the ends of the realms that lie beyond, to stand by her side and remind her that she’s never, ever alone. She’ll always have him; in this life, the next, and everything that comes in between.

Marc provides by offering protection, security. He keeps a level head and focuses on accomplishing tasks. If he can get something practical, tactile, concrete done for her, he feels good about it. Whether that’s helping with paying the bills or kicking a criminal square in the jaw, Marc’s there to do anything and everything he can to give her the safe, comfortable life she deserves. 

He feels like he’s providing for her when he installs security systems into their home. He’s providing for her when he keeps a watchful eye through the night, perched on a rooftop. He’s providing for her when he punishes evil, stops it in its tracks, keeps it far away from her. 

He also provides for her in quieter ways, like making sure there’s always enough water in the fridge for her or setting out her medication in plain sight. Putting the dishes away so she has one less thing to stress about. Plugging her phone in when she’s forgotten to. Pulling the covers up warm around her shoulders, kissing her forehead before he goes out to do his work. 

Marc will always keep her safe, and seeing her alive and happy is such a brilliant, beautiful reward for every broken bone and sleepless night. 

Jake, too, provides by protecting her. His protection is even more intense, as his sense of danger can be much more heightened. If someone looks at her wrong, makes her squirm, makes her lean closer to him, he’ll make it that person’s problem. If someone makes her feel small and frightened, they’re about to be cut to size (whether literally or figuratively). Nothing, no one, anywhere, will ever come to harm her, and Jake intends to make bloody well sure of it.

He also loves to provide stability and pleasure in their home life. He likes taking the worry of finances off her shoulders, accessing his (perhaps immorally filled) coffers to make sure she always have a safe, comfortable place to live, all the resources she could ever need, and plenty of frivolities and luxuries to boot. He’s not necessarily a “sugar daddy”, but he feels like he’s doing the right thing when he makes sure she’s content and comfortable. Her quality of life is of the utmost importance to him, and knowing that he’s providing a real, substantial good for her makes him feel more at ease in their relationship. She brings so much good into his life, and he fears that he brings so much bad: surely, providing for her comfort and happiness must balance the scales somewhat.

What game do they always select for game night?

Steven is the only one who likes doing game night, and his suggestions are always... unusual. He’s a Settlers of Catan guy, but you can’t really play Catan with just two people, so he’d have to let Marc and Jake front if he wanted to play a full game, but neither of the others like board games at all, much less something as drudging as Catan can be. 

Steven also owns several senet sets, the ancient Egyptian board game, (one of them is homemade, and it’s very cute) as well as a replica Hounds and Jackals board, and he’s always trying to get someone to play with him, and his sweetheart frequently indulges him. Thankfully, neither game needs more than two players, so they’re able to just slow down and enjoy the game, often as Steven infodumps about the history of each. It’s really, really adorable.

Marc can play a mean hand of poker, but it’s not really something he likes to play; being good at something doesn’t automatically make it fun. He can be a little stuffy about “fun”, since he’s got a bit of a thing about what he percieves as “wasting time”, but has since started to relax about it. Now, he’ll even settle in for a few rounds of Mario Kart, provided he’s been sufficiently teased that he’s probably too slow to catch up to her character and given reason enough to prove her wrong.

Jake keeps suggesting Twister. Jake keeps being told to stop suggesting Twister.

Which household chore do they privately love?

Steven loves doing the dishes. There’s something so rhythmic and calming about it, so he puts on some quiet music and descends into a meditative state as he gently washes each plate and mug, every tine of the forks, the curves of the bowls. It’s oddly grounding, and he likes to take his time and do as much as he can by hand. Plus, it saves him on water! It’s also a chore he likes to do with his sweetheart, hip to hip, him washing, her drying. They can do it in silence, listening to their tunes, or singing along, or talking about their days, or anything at all; he just likes the closeness, the cooperative nature of it. And God, is she pretty, standing next to him, smiling at him over some stupid joke, putting the plates back in the cupboards and bumping her hips into his when they need to move around each other to get at something or shuffle around the tiny kitchen. It feels like coming home, somehow.

Marc isn’t much of a guy for chores but keeps his living areas extremely neat. While Steven’s a bit of a clutterbug, Marc’s the opposite, loving to streamline and organize shelves, tables, rooms, anything you’ve got. It’s almost instinctive, not something he plans out or intentionally does. He just wakes up, tightens the sheets to the bed. Clears off the kitchen counter. Puts books back on the shelf. Straightens out the closet. Something about everything being back where it belongs, neat and orderly, calms a bit of the internal chaos, slows it down and quiets it to a tolerable volume. It’s also immensely helpful, because that natural inclination towards organization helps keep a lot of the whirlwind that is Steven in check, at least in his home life!

Jake, strangely, loves throwing open the windows, letting some air in, and cracking out the ol’ vacuum so he can get to dusting off shelves, cleaning out the couch cushions, getting those cobwebs out of the hard to reach corners of the flat. He plays music LOUD and sings along in his surprisingly gorgeous voice, shaking his hips and playfully chasing his beloved with the vacuum cleaner, threatening to get the nozzle stuck on her clothes. When he’s done, he lets out a contented sigh and collapses onto the couch, wrapping his arms around his lady, pleased with the fruits of his labor. There’s something just so satisfying about a job well done, isn’t there?

What sappy nickname do they give their loved one(s)?

Steven adores using pet names. He uses the typical ones like “love”, “darlin’”, and “sweetheart”, but also experiments with all sorts, and just lets them flow. “My sunlight,” “baby biscuit,” “wee little thing,” and, if he’s feeling particularly rapturous, “my goddess”, because he’s a little bit of a sap and completely, utterly devoted to his girl. He’s tried things like “my river”, trying to invoke the healing, fertile, growing power of the Nile and its importance to his favorite historic culture, but that one’s a bit silly, even for him, and “our world” is a sweet but sparingly used one, as he does know that all three of the members of his system utterly adore their partner, but sometimes feels embarrassed speaking on a collective behalf.

Marc tries to keep it simple because he’s utterly convinced he sounds like an ass using pet names. That said, he finds himself often calling her “baby”: it just feels right. “Oh, baby, are you doing okay?” “Baby, did we get milk at the store?”: the variant “babe” is also used, but surprisingly less often. Something about “baby” just sits better in his mouth and on his heart, and she’s just... his baby. Sometimes, if he’s feeling playful, he’ll drag it out as “baaaaaabe-eeeeey,” a long, languid sound that is usually the precursor to him trying to finagle her into doing something for or with him. What that is will be left to the imagination!

Jake is very, very fond of pet names, and pulls from a variety of languages. “Mon bebe,” “amorcita,” “lapachka,” “mon petit chou”; anything goes! But the three languages he tends to most enjoy pulling from are English, obviously, and his other two native tongues, Spanish and Hebrew. He’s very fond of little Yiddish names for his beloved, like “mamele,” “ketsele,” “ tayerinke,” and so on, but also things like “little bubble” in English and its counterpart in Spanish, “burbujita”. There are genuinely dozens more-- “princess,” “gatita,” “my darling”-- but he loves to dole them out as often as possible and let her know just how precious she is to him. It’s more rare to hear her name come out of his mouth than it is to hear literally any other possible substitution, and it’s not because he has any aversion to her name, but rather just because he adores drowning her in these little signifiers of his affection.

I was planning to do all of the prompts, but then saw how HUGE this post was getting, so I’m leaving it here for now! I’d love to do them all, so feel free to request the Moon Knight boys and any of the prompts I didn’t get to here, or send any other requests you have in mind! 

Thank you for reading!

#moon knight #marvel #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #this is so goofy I AM SO GOOFY i havent written in so long and you can see my special interest in disneyland JUMP OUT #i really was going to do ALL THE PROMPTS for them but then realized i was writing for THREE DUDES AT ONCE so the list would be #THREE TIMES LONGER so i thought for the sake of you poor reader that i would spare you such a long piece #but if you guys want to see more i am more than happy to write the rest of them as they're requested!

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Please tell us your Thots on Barok and Gina for the ask game!

I'm going to do Gina first bc. you'll see.

Gina

Sexuality Headcanon: Bi as well as demiace/demiaro

Gender Headcanon: Girl but also in a v loose sorta agender sense. I think it really boils down to - she honestly just doesn't care. Being gendered is fine, not being gendered is also fine, but she doesn't feel strongly either way

A ship I have with said character: Goulstrade! Ginasusa & ginasusahao are also noice, but I don't have any preference here

A BROTP I have with said character: I already mentioned her siblinghood with Iris when answering previous ask, but Kazuma worsties are the funniest thing I've seen in some time and I love it. Also her found-family-ism with Herlock is super cute and just...!!

A NOTP I have with said character: Can't rly think of anything specific, so just apply the same NOTP rule as Susato

A random headcanon: Ever since she was v young she loved horses and when she had a chance she would sneak out even to just look at horsies. Even now she hopes one day the Scotland Yard will asign her a horse (or she manages to buy one)

General opinion: V good character, but divines i wish she had more screentime!! One of my faves ever since my first playthrough and yall make me like her even more <3

And now. Barok my... yes <3 (anon what did you do. now i wont shut up for a week)

Barok

Sexuality Headcanon: Aspec first and foremost. He's definitely grayace with strong leaning on ace, but what flavoring of aro is he? Nobody knows and certainly not him. Don't even ask him what gender he likes, he'll bluescreen

Gender Headcanon: Guy... maybe. I think he never really questioned it bc he didnt need to, but at the same time he also wasn't raised with strict gender roles so he has a vague understanding of what a 'man' even is. Also considering everything that happened in his life gender is just so, so low on his thinking-about list. I can absolutely see him just realising he's agender as well as being just guy[tm] and everything in between.

A ship I have with said character: Vanlock my beloved,,,,, thank you for making me rotate them in my mind again (I mean this in a good way!). Both Barok & Herlock are such strong personalities that I can't help but love it. There are just so many aspects of them that i love!! Starting from the very surface level opposites (sad vampire - essentially a sunshine) to the more complex stuff like the fact that they're balanced just right to be able to find support and solace in each other without one of them auto devolving into a 'i-can-fix-them' state. I mean it - at the very core they're both flawed or even broken people. Barok's is just way more visible because he's all 'mysterious' and angsty and Herlock is mostly masking it with being silly. Anyway if I write any more this will turn into an essay,,, Also DLC case English side my beloved

A BROTP I have with said character: Aside from the canon friendship with Albert probably Runo post-canon whatever kinda friendship thing they have going on. I mean with how big-hearted Runo is and with Barok showing that he can change & repent for being, well, collosal asshole I can easily see them being friends. I can imagine something similar for Susato but she should be allowed to throw him to the ground first

A NOTP I have with said character: Him and Kazuma is probably the clearest "no" for me. Worsties turned cordial turned maybe eventual friends sure, but I feel like there is too much grievances and trauma between them to result in any sorta healthy relationship

A random headcanon: You even wondered how he's still so flexible? Barok is still practising ballet. In secret of course!

General opinion: Easily one of my favorite DGS charas and by a landslide my favorite prosecutor (I know my avatar say otherwise lol). He's incredibly complex and honestly I just have a soft spot for characters that are just so trauma ridden. I have opinions about that part of his arc and I would just rewite it to hating Asogi's specifically and Runo by extension since they're associated/friends. But at the end of the day and what really solds Barok to me is that he shown that despite being fucking awful he can change. He's not an immovable rock, he can understand being wrong, hell, he can apologise. Try to be better person. I can't help but adore that But yeah he absolutely should have his ass handed to him once or few times, no denying that (I could say also much more but divines I really dont want this to turn into an essay lol)

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#Kestrel Ramblings #tgaa #gina lestrade #barok van zieks #ask game #as you can see. i have opinions. many thoughts. sorry this turned out to be so long sjkfhasj #and sorry for the wait!! #another small edit i forgot the link to the ask game again lol

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What's for dinner tonight? Too soon to tell, it's only 8 AM; I don't even know yet what food I'm craving today haha. I'll be in BGC this afternoon for an event though, so I'm already thinking of picking up Shake Shack – either that or Salad Stop.

Do you prefer cold or room temperature drinking water? Cold.

How many different things have you had to drink today? Just water and coffee.

When you read a book, do you use a bookmark or simply dog ear/fold the top of the page? I remember the general range of the page number I stopped on – like if I paused on page 67, I'll mentally bookmark it as simply the 60s – so I can read a bit of a recap and remember better where I left off the next time I read again.

What's the nearest city to you with a population of at least one million? QC.

During the pandemic, did you use reusable or disposable masks? Disposable ones.

What is your favourite local restaurant? It's a spot that serves Korean food. Authentic-anything restaurants are hard to come by here because *everything* is in Metro Manila, so I'm really happy we have this lovely nearby Korean spot where the owner is actually Korean, so everything is super quality.

Have you ever been harassed while minding your own business walking down the street? Yeah of course, by men.

Do you own a gun? Have you ever thought about getting one? Um, no. And no.

Do you know anyone who owns a gun? As far as I know, no. I'm better off not knowing.

What year is/was your 10 year high school reunion? Will you (or did you) attend? It should be next year, 2026, if we're even organizing something. I might! It depends if my friends from the batch wanna go though.

Do you cut your sandwiches into triangles or rectangles? I just keep the square sliced bread as is.

Have you ever seen a panda in real life? Where was it? I don't think I have.

Are there any postcards hanging around the house? If so, where are they from? Nope.

Does it snow where you live? No.

When was the last time you took a flight? Where did you go? Discounting the flight back home, it was a flight to Kuala Lumpur last June.

Is there a flight path over your house? Yes.

Does your neighbourhood have a lot of hills? No, it's gotten very urbanized here and you'll want to go to the provinces if you want to chance upon hills.

Have you ever had Covid? What was your experience like? Yeah it finally caught my ass last year, around October. My case was nastier than most others' – started off with a fever, then I started losing my voice, my sense of taste, then my throat started to stage a fucking rebellion and raised absolute HELL for a week. The throat was the worst part. At the peak of it my body felt like a combination of being composed of glass + an actual corpse and I was like 30% convinced I might actually die lmao.

It definitely took its sweet time hanging out, so it was a relief when my throat started to feel normal again and when I realized I could already sit up.

Do you have any alcohol in your house right now? We have a few bottles of wine.

Do you tend to keep alcohol around the house for when you might want it? Yes, or when I have friends come over.

Has a romantic partner ever given you a pet as a gift? No.

Do you ever talk on the phone with friends? I really only ever do this with Angela, and even then it's not all that often. I ultimately prefer just texting/messaging each other.

What was the last thing someone said to you in person? "I don't know, I'll need to ask" after I asked my sister if her friends like anything from Starbucks. I'm driving her and her friends for their little get together/lunch out today, and since I plan on getting coffee to-go, I asked her to ask her friends what they'd want too so I can include in my order.

Are you hungry right now? What would you like to eat? Tbh not really, right now I just want coffee.

How far away are your parents right now? My mom is like 20 feet away, in the other room. My dad is 15,000 kilometers away.

Do you believe in aliens? Yes.

Have you ever been bitten by a spider? I don't think so!

Do you own any clothing made from animal products like leather or fur? I don't think so.

What's the best vacation you've ever been on? Thailand with my friends :)