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comatosebunny09 · 3 months
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When you say he (Astarion) is nervous about initiating a kiss with you/Tav, I see him pacing back and forth by the fire clearly not acting like himself until you/Tav tell him to call his tits.
Lmfao at the “calm his tits.” 😂😂😂
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The deer you’re whittling is no longer interesting.
Instead, you’re intrigued by your love, wearing a path into the soil around the fire with how much he’s paced back and forth.
Your lips twitch into a smile. Whatever’s bothering him, you’ll get to the heart of it. It’s unlike Astarion to be so anxious. The knit between his brows doesn’t suit his handsome face.
You set your carving knife down, leaning back on your hands, feet dangling from the log. “Astarion,” you caution over the crackling fire.
His shoulders tense. It’s like he’s been caught indulging in a naughty secret. He doesn’t meet your gaze, too busy running jittery fingers through his hair. He dons that mask of nonchalance. You see right through it.
“Yes, love?”
You pat the space beside you. Your tone leaves no room for argument. “Come sit.”
Silence stretches between you, save for the ballad of the katydids inhabiting the forest around. The air is so tense, you could cut through it with a blade.
You raise a brow when his lips tremble around a reply. It never comes. Your stomach plummets. Maybe something truly is troubling him.  
With a drop of his shoulders and a sigh, Astarion wanders to you, plopping down on the log. A good bit of distance rests between you. He’s rigid, avoiding your gaze at all costs. It’s hard not to when you look at him like that. A mixture of hurt and curiosity that makes something twinge in his chest.
Did you do something? Say something to offend him? You browse through the catalog of your mind for answers. Other than your usual banter, you can’t think of a single instance where you’ve done something to set him off.  
You’ve called him beautiful. Touched him with explicit permission. Acknowledged his boundaries. So…why?
Warily, you inch closer until your thighs brush. Astarion stiffens even more, a strained sound pinched from his throat. You contemplate backing off, but…well, something tells you to press on tonight. At least with subtle advances.
Maybe he needs this.
Absently, your pinky smooths over the back of his hand on his thigh. Some silent encouragement. Something is eating away at him, but you’d rather he reveal it in his own time.
No sense in trying to squeeze blood from a stone.
“I—” begins Astarion, wheedling through the mess of your thoughts.
You turn hopeful eyes to him, quizzically tilting your head. Grow a little bolder, gently placing your hand over his. Angle yourself closer, urging him to continue.
He wears something of a pout. Looks at the ground, a little contemplative, a little annoyed. It’s cute. Better than the somberness he wore before.
His eyes flit back to you, and the air is siphoned from your lungs. You’ll never get used to those eyes. The beauty they possess, the love they seem to exude only for you.
Astarion engulfs your hand with his. Takes a deep breath, as if he’s about to reveal all the world’s secrets.
Finally, he ventures, “I…want to kiss you.”
You blink. Relief surges through your chest. The rigidness you once held sloughs off, replaced by a pitying smile.
Is that all?
“Alright,” you say. Quickly shift to angle your cheek towards him.
You anticipate the brush of cold lips against your skin. Something chaste and abrupt to make your body hum with affection. To leave it aching for more.
But it never comes.
Instead, you’re met with a chuckle. An arctic finger slips beneath your chin, encouraging your gaze to return to your beloved.
“No, darling,” he softly chides. “Not like that.”
You stare at him, bemused.
There’s a humored crinkle in his eye. Sluggishly, he etches a triangle between your eyes and lips with his darkening gaze. Thumb cruises over your chin, and your lips instinctively part.
Realization settles on your shoulders. Your mouth forms around a quiet oh.
It would be your first time kissing like this in a very long time. You’ve never pushed him further than the graze of your lips on his cheek, knuckles, or the crown of his head. So, pardon you for being a little out of sorts.
A little giddy.
You find your wits scattered amongst the clouds. Feel like you’re dreaming as the forest and campfire dwindle into beautiful bokeh around you.
“A-Alright. I would…like that,” you wistfully murmur. Unconsciously, you crane your body closer, your lids drooping under the weight of his spell.
Astarion sifts through the haze and leans closer, your cheek cupped adoringly in his palm. Your hand clasps around his wrist, the other scrunched in your lap.
You’ve but milliseconds to admire the curl of his lashes before his mouth descends on yours. Pillow-soft and gentle, and you pour the deftest sound into his body.
He breaks away before you’ve any time to lose yourself in the suppleness of his lips. You whine softly, chewing on your lip whilst he chuckles. You yearn for more. Always do.
But you’ll settle for this, idly stroking his wrist with your thumb as he presses your foreheads together, appearing weightless with a youthful smile rounding his lips.
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carmyboobear · 24 days
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Did I see you say that you have? Lip fics??? GIMMIE
ALRIGHT MAN here’s some filth I had sitting in reserves just for you :)
tags: dirty talk, oral (f receiving), lip being mean, dom/sub dynamics, edging (sorta), gratuitous descriptions of oral as per usual🔞
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Lip’s right where he wants to be—head in between their shaking legs.
They’re so wet that his chin is dripping with it. Not that Lip’s doing himself any favors. His face is buried in their pussy, lips and tongue molding into them without abandon. There’s something in him that’s feeling particularly hungry tonight.
Their gasps come out tight, constricted, moans small and strangled. Like they’re straining to hold on. It’s fun seeing them try to contain themselves and fail every single time.
When he pulls back, strings of connecting saliva drip and break. Lip takes a moment to admire his work, eyes following the gloss of spit and come smeared on their swollen pussy. He always makes sure to go the distance.
“Fuck, look at you. I know you’re enjoying this, baby. Even though you’re trying to hide it,” Lip adds quietly. He drags the tip of his finger through their seam, collecting slick. They’re impossibly soft and hot to the touch.
“I’m, I’m not trying to hide it,” they mumble between heavy breaths. Lip makes a mock contemplative noise at that.
“No, I think you are. You’re embarrassed, aren’t you?” Lip smiled wickedly. They inhale sharply when he pumps a finger into them, once, twice before pulling out. It comes out coated in wetness, and he pulls it into his mouth. “You know how easily I can make you come.”
When they don’t respond, instead just glaring at him, he takes his victory with peace.
He leans down and sucks their clit between his lips. Their quiet voice instantly snaps, and an sharp whine bursts from their lips. He can’t help the way his lips curl in a smile, pinched around their hard clit.
He aggressively yanks more moans from them, keeping that clit properly sucked. He swears they’re about to come until two hands yank him by the hair and pull him off. He poorly stifles a moan at the way he’s tugged.
“Stop,” they gasp, heaving for air. “P-Please… oh…”
“What’s wrong?” Lip asks instantly, switch flipped.
“Too close,” they admit instead, breathlessly. They’re throbbing in the open air, struggling not to come. “So close…”
“I thought you liked getting your needy little clit sucked off,” Lip whispers, egging them on. They make a strangled noise at that. His face is still close enough that his hot breath still fans over their pussy. “Don’t you wanna come for me?”
“Shut up, I’m gonna come if you keep talking,” they gasp, rushing the words out. He sees their clit twitch. Lip’s smile grows more mischievous. He loves having this much power over them, knowing that he’s the only one that could make them finish by just talking.
He blows lightly on their clit, and he watches it pulse. They make a protesting, barely contained noise at that. They really are so close, anything could tip them over. Their eyes are squeezed shut, head leaned back against the pillows. They’re trying so hard not to come.
Carefully, because Lip just can’t help it, he sneaks his hand between their legs and gently swipes his thumb over their hard clit. They let out a broken moan as soon as he touches them.
“Oh fuck—Lip—!”
That’s all it takes.
“Mm, that’s more like it,” Lip murmurs in delight.
With just one touch, they’re pushed over the edge. Quiet moans pour from their mouth as they come, little whines to match the repetitive pulsing of their pussy. Lip watches their cunt as they come. Watches the way their clit throbs heavily through their orgasm. The way their hole leaks.
Lip returns his thumb, rubbing slow circles against their clit. It twitches back up against the press of his finger. Their whines get louder now, unable to hold back from his touch. Seeing them unfurl like this for him…he’s so hard it’s almost painful.
He’s suddenly facing the issue of whether he wants to keep watching their pussy come or if he’d rather feel their contractions on this tongue. And as he’s thinking it through, the answer quickly becomes obvious.
He delves his tongue into their hole, rolling the flat of it over their entrance. They make a weak, punched out noise at that, and two hands quickly root themselves in his hair. His cock aches at it, so hard that he can’t not touch himself anymore.
He pulls himself back for just a moment, just to push two fingers into them to lube up his hand. The sound they make briefly makes him consider keeping his fingers inside, but he doesn’t. He’d rather keep his mouth there, and he needs his hand at the moment. His fingers come out covered thick in slick. He doesn’t even need the extra lubrication, not with the pre cum dribbling out of him, but it certainly helps.
It feels so fucking good to touch himself that he moans into their pussy, eye fluttering shut as he quickly works himself. Their hands are still tight in his hair, and he’s losing himself in their smell and taste.
He luxuriates in the feeling of their entrance clenching down on his tongue, the feeling of their slippery folds against his face. Between that and their sweet little moans, Lip can’t help but come.
He lets out a long, deep moan when he comes, cum shooting out of his cock and dribbling down his hand. He moans into their cunt, gasping against it.
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ohno-the-sun · 4 months
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Greetings
I am on a quest to discover who has the deadliest Moon. So I have some quick questions to ask to determine just how bad he is
Has Moon ever hurt or killed anyone before the virus?
How many people has he hurt or killed after the virus?
Staff
Guests
Children
Does he have any control when he kills? Is he aware of his actions?
Thank you for your time
Oh my Moon is just a sweetheart!
He’s a little awkward but wouldn’t hurt a fly
Look at him!! He’s so friendly!
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Seriously though in my headcannon universe Moon’s biggest sin is just being a little too jealous of Sun
He’s just an awkward guy, not really malicious
But when he gets the virus most of his worst most intrusive thoughts get brought up to the surface and leads to him helping with the kidnapping of children for Vanessa and almost murdering someone Sun is close with.
Worst of all he’s very aware of his actions, as they are all technically his own thoughts, just amplified and uncontrollable
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estrellami-1 · 5 months
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Keep You Company
So this happened because 1) I was babysitting and the little girl wouldn’t sleep until I laid in bed with her and my heart has NEVER been more full and 2) my dad’s an audio engineer with a home studio and my mom will just???? Sit in there with him????? He’s got a couch for when clients come over but 90% of the time if I can’t find either of my parents they’re both in there. I love my mom but I swear she’s tone deaf. Not to mention if any of you have heard someone else work on pitch correction you KNOW how annoying it can get after roughly .3 seconds. But she sits in there completely content because they just???? Want to be near each other????? After close to 30 years of marriage????? Where can I find someone who loves me the way my parents love each other. And the way Steve and Eddie love each other. Please.
Also side note if any of yall read Little Love I’m tempted to make this a future excerpt 👀 different name bc who knows if anything’s gonna come of this. and Joanie’s name comes from Joan Jett anyone who got that gets a gold star ⭐️ also Joanie is either 4 or 6. Idk which. But she’s one of those ages. Which if you know anything about kids you know there’s somehow no difference and yet every difference in the world between those two ages.
“Night, Daddy,” Joanie says, moving into Eddie’s studio to drop a kiss onto his cheek. “Love you.”
Eddie startles away from the computer screen, blinking as he realizes just how late it already is. The clock on his desk blinks 9:08 in red, incriminating flashes.
He smiles at his daughter and throws his arms around her as he stands, hugging her to himself and whirling them around the space, careful around the low coffee table. “Goodnight, my little rockstar!” He crows, peppering kisses to her cheeks and forehead, feeling laughter bubble up inside him in response to Joanie’s giggles.
“Daddy!” She shrieks, but doesn’t try to pull away. He laughs and finally puts her down, pressing one last kiss to the crown of her head as he kneels in front of her.
“Night, Joanie-bug,” he murmurs. “Sorry I’ve been stuck in here all day. I wish I could just play with you all day instead.”
He boops her nose and she giggles. “What are you doing?”
Eddie hums and picks her up, moving closer to the computer to save his project. “Well, y’know how Daddy’s in a band?”
“Yuh-huh.”
“Well sometimes, Uncle Gareth gets a note wrong.”
Joanie giggles. “Only Uncle Gareth?”
“Only Uncle Gareth,” Eddie agrees in a super-serious way that they both know he doesn’t mean.
“And sometimes Daddy forgets how not to be a perfectionist,” Steve adds from the doorway with a smile.
“Also very true,” Eddie nods, putting his computer to sleep. “But I did a lot of work today, so hopefully I should be done soon. How about for now, I do bedtime clean-up routine, and Papa can read you your book?”
“M’kay,” Joanie says happily, because she’s a heathen and prefers Steve’s storytelling skills over Eddie’s. Eddie wants to bite her cheeks, she’s so cute, so he does, takes a big chomp and makes a dinosaur noise that has Joanie shrieking and laughing.
“Okay, munchkin,” he says, swinging her around onto his back and trotting through the house, purposely jostling her. “Beddy-bye time, which means it’s time for teeth brushing!”
“Can you sing the song?”
Eddie fights back a groan. Somehow, he’d forgotten this was coming. “Sure thing, Joanie. Let’s get some toothpaste on that brush, alright?”
They do, and Joanie looks at him expectantly. “Sing it, Daddy! Sing it!”
“Brush your teeth, up and down. Brush your teeth, ‘round and ‘round. Brush your teeth from left to right, brush your teeth in the morning and night.”
He goes through the entire song, helpless to the smile that grows as Joanie bops happily along to his singing. “Okay, baby bug,” he says finally, standing behind her with a brush. “How d’you want your hair tonight?”
Regardless of the rat’s nest it will be in the morning, Joanie refuses to sleep if her hair is at all in her face. Steve and Eddie started with simple braids until she discovered the magic of YouTube tutorials, which makes the bedtime routine both longer and less mundane.
“Two Elsa braids,” she says, resolutely not learning the proper name and instead using the one Eddie had jokingly said once.
“Two Elsa braids, coming up,” he says, because it’s cute and he’s not going to dissuade her.
“Can we do beads?”
“Beads are a daytime hairstyle, ‘member, munchkin?”
Joanie pouts at him in the mirror. “But they’re pretty!”
“They are pretty, but they won’t stay while you sleep. They’ll fall out, and then you’ll wake up in the middle of the night ‘cause you’re laying on beads, and you’ll wake us up, and then we’ll all be cranky.” Not that that exact thing had happened.
She narrows her eyes at him, trying to find a way around it, then finally huffs and agrees. “Okay.”
“You’ll look pretty even without the beads,” Eddie promises her. “And Elsa doesn’t have beads, remember?”
“Yeah, but Daddy, Elsa’s got magic powers!”
“That she does.”
Joanie pretends to shoot Eddie with her Elsa powers, and Eddie freezes in the middle of the first braid. “I can’t move,” he says, not moving his lips. “You froze me!”
Joanie giggles. “Unfreeze, Daddy!”
He dramatically relaxes and sighs. “Oh, good! Thank you!”
He finishes doing her hair and chases her into her room, where she picks out her pajamas: a pink shirt with ballet-dancing kittens, and a neon-green pair of leggings. “Bold choice,” Eddie comments. “You wanna do it yourself? Or do you want me to help you?”
“I wanna do it,” Joanie says, just like Eddie knew she would.
A few minutes later, she huffs, frustrated. “Daddy, help,” she asks, just like Eddie knew she would.
He helps rescue her from her shirt that had somehow become sentient long enough to wrap around her head, then gets her pants on and tucks her into bed before pressing a long, loud kiss to her forehead. “Nighty-night, Joanie-bug,” he murmurs. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
Joanie giggles. “Only Joanie-bugs allowed in my bed!” She declares, and Eddie chuckles. “That’s right.”
He moves toward the door where Steve’s waiting to press a kiss to his husband’s forehead. “Sorry I was so busy.”
“You were working,” Steve murmurs. “It’s fine. I’ll come join you when I’m done, m’kay?”
“I’m gonna be in the studio for at least another hour tonight, babe,” Eddie says apologetically.
“Then I guess I’ll come keep you company.” He presses a quick kiss to Eddie’s lips before shoving him out the door. “Go work, I’ll be there in a bit.”
“Sir yes sir,” Eddie salutes, marching back to his studio.
The next time he surfaces, it’s to a tugging at his sleeve. He blinks, glances at the clock—10:37—and turns, ready to apologize to Steve, only to see Joanie.
A quick look reveals no Steve anywhere in the studio, so Eddie thinks he’s probably in bed. “Hey, munchkin,” he murmurs, picking her up and setting her in his lap. “We put you to bed an hour ago, what’s going on? Bad dream?”
Joanie shakes her head before resting it on Eddie’s shoulder. “Papa’s snoring.”
Eddie blinks. Steve does snore, but not loud enough she should be able to hear it from her room. “Oh,” he says quietly. “Did he fall asleep before finishing the story?”
Joanie nods against his shoulder, and he sighs as he cuddles her closer, once again saving his project before completely shutting the computer down for the night. “M’kay, Joanie-bug, let’s go get Papa into his own bed.”
“Daddy?” She asks on the way to her room.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Why’s Papa so tired?”
Eddie sighs. “He’s a teacher, sweet pea. He does a lot all day. And he loves his job, but it is very tiring. Then he comes home and cooks, ‘cause he’s better at it than I am. And there’s a lot of stuff that needs to be done around the house.”
Joanie’s quiet for a second. “And me?” She finally asks.
Eddie’s heart stutters painfully. “No, baby,” he murmurs. “Your Papa and I love you, so much, okay?”
“Okay,” Joanie agrees, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you too, Daddy.” After a few seconds of thought, she says, “Are there cooking videos on YouTube? Like for hair?”
Eddie blinks. “To learn how to do it? Yeah, I think so.”
Joanie nods. “You should watch those. And cook for Papa.”
Eddie chuckles. “Maybe I will,” he agrees, stopping short in the doorway to smile at the sight in front of him.
The bedside lamp is on and Steve, glasses askew, is halfway on the bed, on top of the covers. The book is open in his lap, hands still holding on to the sides. He is, as Joanie had said, snoring.
Eddie kisses Joanie’s forehead and puts her into bed beside Steve before taking the book from Steve’s lax hands, shutting it and putting it on her bedside table before kissing Steve’s forehead. “Stevie, baby,” he murmurs. “Wake up.”
Steve’s eyebrows scrunch and his eyes flutter beneath his closed lids before he takes an extra-deep breath and his eyes open. “Eds?” He murmurs. “What’s wrong?”
“You’ve gotta get up,” Eddie murmurs. “This isn’t your bed.”
He watches as Steve processes his words then looks around. He sees the confusion morph into understanding when he sees Joan. “Oh,” Steve murmurs. “Sorry, Joanie.”
“‘S okay, Papa,” Joanie answers. “You should go to bed.”
Steve chuckles tiredly and kisses her forehead. “I am, right now,” he promises. “Night, Joanie.”
“Night, Papa. Night, Daddy!”
“Night, Joanie-bug,” Eddie answers, wrapping his arm around Steve’s waist, half as a hug and half to help his husband stay steady.
“Sorry, Eds,” Steve murmurs. “Meant to join you.”
“It’s alright,” Eddie promises. “How about tomorrow I take Joanie out early for breakfast and let you sleep in?”
Steve frowns. “But you have work.”
“I’ve done the majority of it already,” Eddie answers. “You could take her out tomorrow afternoon if you want. Or just have a movie marathon here. I’ll finish up what I have to do. Tomorrow’s Saturday, right? So I’ll finish tomorrow, then Sunday I can make waffles for all of us. How’s that sound?”
Steve hums. “Good, ‘sides the you cooking part of it.”
“Oh, you little shit,” Eddie says delightedly, pressing a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Just you wait, you’ll understand the power of YouTube tutorials.”
Steve chuckles, quiet, tired, but no less full of love. “I can’t wait.”
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harbingersglory · 2 months
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I'm not sure if multiple requests are allowed (if not please feel free to ignore), but can I also request Lisa kink hcs?
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{☆} characters lisa minci {☆} notes drabble, hc's, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings 18+ content, drugging (consensual)
{☆} pet play
lisa adores breaking in brats just as much as she loves obedient pups– either works for her, really, but seeing you on your knees with a collar and a leash around your throat..oh it gets her going. she won't even let you talk unless you need to stop– dogs don't speak, after all. if you've been really bad she has no problem muzzling you, too. hearing your panting and whining muffled by the leather as she constantly edges you, pushing you to the edge just to pull you back..it's her favorite part. if you've been bad, anyway. if you were a good pup, she might just overstimulate you instead, see how many times you can cum before those pretty eyes of yours roll back.
{☆} bondage
bit of an expected answer but she definitely enjoys every aspect of it. she certainly doesn't mind coming home to you already restrained, but theres something especially intimate about doing it herself. it let's her tease you, too, making sure the restraints aren't too tight by making you instinctively tug on them when she suddenly touches you or moans in your ear..shes not opposed to being restrained, either, don't get her wrong. leather, ropes, silks..she's got something for every occasion. just be careful to choose something she can't squirm her way out of, because she's surprisingly flexible, and she might just turn the tables on you mid session.
{☆} aphrodisiacs
i mean. this is pretty self explanatory. her passive literally helps with potion making, she's absolutely made something of this variety before. whoever takes it depends on the mood– sometimes it's just one of you, sometimes it's both. she just loves seeing you so needy and warm, barely able to keep your hands to yourself. when it's just her taking it, it's more of a means of..relaxation. no stress, no worries, just being taken care of by you for a bit where she can turn her brain off and enjoy it. but her favorite is when you both take it– let's you both just..let loose and fuck like rabbits for a bit, get out a bit of pent up energy. especially if you haven't seen each other for a while. if you thought she was insatiable on a good day, it's so much worse now.
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paimonial-rage · 3 months
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Ask meme - 6 and 9 for the dragon men (zhongli and neuvillette) please!
This took so long I am so sorry, but here we go!
[Character Analysis Ask Meme]
What is Neuvillette's biggest insecurity?
Neuvillette’s biggest insecurity is not something he's ever tried to hide. Anyone that has spent enough time with the Iudex has probably heard him mention it before. Simply put, Neuvillette doesn't understand the emotions of humans very well. He never has and sometimes he doubts if he ever will? How many times has this flaw of his costed him dearly in the past? How many mistakes has he made? And how many are there yet to come? How he dreads the thought.
What can’t you trust [Neuvillette] with?
To chase after you - Iudex Neuvillette is many things—polite, kind, intelligent—but he is not a man without faults. Only a few know him well enough to realize he holds many regrets upon his shoulders, majority that were never his burden alone to bear. Should you ever become the source of one of these regrets, you can surely expect to know. With somber eyes and a weight upon his shoulders, he will apologize to you. But don’t expect anymore than that. Not understanding human emotions is not only his weakness, but a prison. He will not attempt to make things up to you nor will he try to make things how they used to be. You’re best off where he can hurt you no more, even if that means he will be left alone to the rain.
What is Zhongli's biggest insecurity?
Who knows lol.
What can’t you trust Zhongli with?
With mora - As knowledgeable and talented Zhongli is with many things, it is a surprise to many to hear that businessmen don’t exactly enjoy making deals with him. How can they when contract discussions always leave them with the [shorter end of the stick]? How many [unforeseen business expenses] do they end up incurring in such a short amount of time? In the end, they always lose more than they gained. What they don’t know is this unfortunate occurrence happens with any Mora dealings with the man. But what can you expect for someone that, by contract, has the Traveler liable for all expenses during his outings with them? It's simply best to leave all matters of mora out of any relationships with him.
With your heart - If there's one thing true about Zhongli, it's that, while he may withhold the truth, he does not lie. So when he speaks of a person warmly, they can very well believe his words to be true. That being said, it is important that one does not mistaken his warmth with depth. One cannot simply entrust their heart to him and expect his in return. How could anyone hope to understand the weight of many a millennia, after all? So while the desire may be cute, it'll never be something he would even consider to reciprocate.
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#zhongli#neuvilllette#zhongli x reader#neuvillette x reader#character analysis ask meme#my writing#i am so sorry this took so long anon i have no excuses#not the happiest with these set of responses either#neuvillette’s insecurity answer is severely lacking#it’s so obvious that it feels too easy but like#the reason why i feel that way is because the answer doesn’t answer WHY tha5 is his biggest insecurity. WHY does it matter to him so much?#the obvious answer is that it is because he cares about humans but why??#the answer i came to is that deep down he wants to be accepted by humans which is why he seeks to understand them but i am not sure#granted that’s just my gut answer. i need to do way more research but i already left you waiting too long#as for zhongli like….. ugh#my first answer for what you can trust him with was a cop out but like!!!#that’s because my second answer is like something i talk about alllll the time when i talk about zhongli OTL#i have a whole series surrounding it orz#i didn’t think anyone would want me to talk about it again so i came up with the cop out answer#but the cop out answer was such a cop out i ended up typing my original idea haha#so you get two answers that are kind of mediocre. i’m sorry. ;v;#all of my other answers for him would be more humorous#you can’t trust him with: common sense… bringing appropriate party cups… arriving to events on time#tho there’s no proof for it you gotta admit that he gives off the vibes of someone tha5 is chronically late to everything#and as for his insecurity like… typically old and ‘spiritually actualized’ people are of the hardest to analyze in terms of insecurities#he has no chinks in his armor#i will be working on your next ask though! hopefully it takes less time ;v;
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eshithepetty · 1 year
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LISTEN. I KNOWWW that the polls haven't even started, but I'm impatient, ok, I'm just putting this out there now cause I can't take it..... anyways - I've seen people do powerpoints as a way to campaign for their blorbos in the various polls that have been going on, so!! I thought I'd do one of my own for the @autismswagsummit ^^ as I simply can't pass on any chance to be brainrotted over this series, it seems...
ID under cut, as it's very long!
[ID: a powerpoint presentation campaigning for Mob from Mob Psycho 100. It's formatted in dark purples and pinks.
The first slide is the titlecard, differing from the main slides by having a pink holographic aura, like the ones from the show, as the background. The text says:
"#MOBSWEEP 2023
Aka why you should vote for Mob in the upcoming autistic swag summit. Please
(JK follow your own heart ^^ but for your consideration:)"
The second slide is titled: "Who is Mob, aka Kageyama Shigeo?" and below the text lists:
"Source: Mob Psycho 100, which is also where Reigen comes from;
The protagonist! Only with background character syndrome (which is why he’s named ‘Mob’ – it’s kinda like naming your protag ‘John Doe’ lol);
A 14 year old with the psychic strength to destroy the world. Which he’s not very happy about actually;
Cause really, he’s just a nice, gentle boy who simply wants to improve and impress his crush by getting swole :) Oh, and he also experiences the horrors. Btw."
On the right of this text, there are two images: One is a zoomed in screenshot of Mob, his face blank and confused, and the other is an official art of the show, depicting Mob in the center, aura glowing, with many of the show's other characters around him, with the show's title at the bottom of the image.
The third slide's title is "Ok but tell me more about the autism", and below, the text says:
"Gladly ^^
Ok, first off – symptoms:
Bad at reading social cues, detecting sarcasm, lies, etc.;
Struggles with recognizing/expressing emotions. Has what could be called psychic meltdowns;
Very honest and blunt, sometimes appearing ‘ruthless’ as a result;
Explicitly low empathy, in that he can’t feel what others are feeling;
Actually very compassionate, and follows a really strict moral code;"
There are no images in this or the next slide.
The fourth slide is a continuation of the previous, with the text being:
"Abnormal reaction to sensations, but instead of overreacting, he underreacts, rarely responding to physical touch and disturbing imagery. Has shown to be at times sensitive to loud sounds, however;
Prefers following a routine. One of his biggest conflicts with Reigen literally arise from the man often calling him out of the blue and making him suddenly adapt, which Mob finds really annoying/upsetting;
Struggles in school. Explicitly bad at math, japanese and PE (really passionate about the latter tho), which could be for a variety of reasons, autism related conditions (like dyscalculia/dyslexia/dyspraxia) being one of them;
Has felt like an outcast for most of his life. Even if he grew up in a pretty loving environment, he recognizes that he is different to others, and people sometimes treat him as such (in a /neg way);
His main arc is about overcoming trauma and… just masking (and how to stop doing it), pretty much, lol."
The fifth slide, in contrast, is mostly just images, placed upon a white background. The title for this one is "Alternatively, just look at him:"
The images, from top to down, and then left to right, are:
Three cropped subtitles out of screenshots of the show, which say:
"I'm sure I just got the wrong idea again. How embarrassing."
"He's detached from urban legends, fads, and other hot topics among people."
"You just can't lie, can you?"
The fourth is a cropped screenshot of Mob's explosion meter. Both in Japanese and English. Specifically, it says: "Progress towards Mob's explosion: 92%". Additionally, there is an annotation above this image, saying: "Literally has a meltdown meter ksfdks"
In-between these and the next column of images, there is also a transparent image of Mob, him standing stiffly, faced towards the camera, his standard, blank expression with a small smile on his face.
The next column of images goes like this:
A screenshot from the show, done in paint on glass, of various kids towering over Mob, who's standing in the middle of the image, small. Their expressions wary, from sneering, to frowning, to looking disgusted. The subtitles at the bottom say, with one part blocked out due to spoilers: "[spoilers] didn't treat me any differently even though I could use psychic powers."
Next two are cropped dialogues as well. They say:
"This version of him was created from being suppressed and locked away."
"Social skills like that are beyond you."
And on the right of the slide is one vertical image, showing one of Mob's books, with the subtitles translating the Japanese title of the book as "The Proper Way of Reading the Room". Next to this one, there is also an annotation, saying: "He has a book on learning social cues :’)" That's all for this slide.
The sixth slide is titled "Is he good rep though?" Text below is:
"Well, to answer the first thing relevant to this question… no, he’s not actually confirmed canon autistic. But c’mon.. it’s so obvious. This kid is not fucking allistic like c’monnnn
Of course, what people consider good and bad rep is gonna vary from person to person. But to explain why a lot of people see him as very positive rep:
"1) He’s the main character, so he gets the most spotlight, and the narrative is formed around his pov, in that we only see things that are relevant to Mob, and visually things are often represented in the way Mob sees them as well (take the body improvement club or Tsubomi, for example), which puts all viewers soundly in his shoes and makes him easy to relate to and sympathize with, and makes it clear how important his emotions and view of things really are;"
On the right of this are 3 images against a white background. The first one is a screenshot of the Body Improvement Club - 5 very buff and large dudes - standing against an explosively red and yellow background, with all of them enthusiastically flexing. The caption below that is "The body improvement club! ...they're supposed to be middle schoolers lol".
The next two, below the first one, are two screenshots of Tsubomi. The one on the left has her smiling, her eyes wide and bright, the background being pastel pinks and yellows. The one on the right, however, has her frowning, the background turned black, her eyes dark and disinterested. The caption below says: "Tsubomi :) And how her design subtly changes alongside Mob’s view of her".
The seventh slide is a continuation of the previous, with the text being:
"2) He’s a very well rounded character, with well thought out strengths, flaws, motives, and his overall story is very cohesive and satisfying; 3) His autistic traits are portrayed neutrally – in both where they help, and where they can cause conflict. It balances between him learning what things he would benefit to address and deal with, and what things he shouldn’t be trying to change at all, and as the whole message of the show emphasizes – he is no more or less special than anyone, no more or less of a person – he is simply human, and his autistic traits are just part of what makes him himself."
This one has images next to it as well. The first one is a screenshot of Reigen looking towards the camera (at an off-screen Mob), hand to his chin, eyebrow raised and smiling, some food crumbs still stuck to his face, as he says: "Today you happened to save some people that only you could have saved." Next to it is the annotation: "Reigen reassuring Mob about how his inability to read the room and feel empathy actually can be a huge benefit sometimes :)"
The next image below is a zoom in of Mob's face, his eyes shadowed by his hair, the scene's lighting dark, as he says: "I'm not being mocked, nor am I easily taken advantage of." The annotation next to this one says "Mob learning to recognize his emotions and assert himself better as the story goes on!"
And the last two images is a screenshotted dialogue, saying "You don't think changing yourself for someone you love is natural?" "I don't. At least, not when we're talking about [spoilers]" (The last bit is blocked out again).
The eight slide is also a continuation. The text says:
"4) He is loved. Loved by his friends, his family, his allies… even most villains come to take a liking to him. In fact, he’s something I haven’t seen many autistic characters be – he’s admired! So many characters, and even viewers of the show I’ve found, really admire him and want to be more like him. And not because he’s a perfect person, or super smart or anything, but because he sincerely tries his best. And I just really appreciate that, personally,, 5) And more than just loved, he is accepted – the whole main arc and the resolution of his story centers around that, around how important it is to feel accepted by the people around you, in all your entirety, no matter how strange or destructive you may feel yourself to be. And how you need to come to accept yourself in the same way as well. I just think that’s a really sweet in a story centering around a neurodivergent person :’)"
And the images next to it are as follows:
A screenshot of dialogue from the show, saying: "At first glance, Mob may seem unreliable, but his strength is undeniable." The annotation clarifies with: "The ‘strength’ in question, in this case, being Mob’s ability to reach out to people ^^";
A screenshot of Teru placed against a blindingly white background, him grinning widely, looking down, eyes shining, as he says: "I knew it, you really are amazing!". Next to him, there is a small caption of "Lol gayass /pos";
And a screenshot of Mob, in the bottom center of the image, small, as he is surrounded by various characters. Most of them are smiling encouragingly, with the ones closest to him, like Reigen, Ritsu, Dimple, Teru and Tsubomi, being bigger and placed in the front. A small caption at the top says: "He has so many friends and allies ueueeueueue.."
The ninth slide is titled "Additionally:" and the text lists:
"Psychic powers as a metaphor for being nd/othered, if that suits your fancy;
His design is iconic and versatile;
The boy has. Issues;;
There are many other characters in mp100 who can be read as autistic. Not a single neurotypical in this show /hj
Mob has more than just autism swag. I’ve seen people with bipolar disorder, ADHD, anxiety and those who are plural (etc.) also relate to him :)
He is simply the Boy ever"
Next to the last line is a small, low quality image of Mob smiling from the manga. The rest of the images, on the right, are:
The meme "I can be your angle....or yuour devil", with images of Mob instead - on the left, him smiling brightly and blushing, placed upon a colorful magenta background, and on the right, a panel from the manga: Mob in one of his explosion states, surrounded by fire, face shadowed, hair pushed back by his powers and waving in the air, and his eyes, wide and eerie, being the only features on his face that are visible.
On the right of these images, there is a smaller one, of Mob in another one of his explosion states (the one from episode 3, season 1 of the anime). He is facing to the side, aura surrounding him, hair pushed back by his powers and his eyes a glower. His pupils are red.
Below these, there are three images of, in order, Serizawa, Tome and Ritsu. Serizawa is sweating, nervous, Tome is sweating even more and yelling into a phone, and Ritsu is simply glaring towards the camera. The annotation pointing to them says: "A few of the other autistic blorbos in question :] (as I personally see them at least)".
And the last is a panel from the manga, of Mob sobbing, tears and drool dripping messily down his face, his hair waving in the air. His expression is somewhat blank despite the clear distress, and the text boxes next to him read: "His tears won't stop. It's an emotion he has never experienced before."
And the tenth, final slide, is formatted the same as the titlecard with the pink aura background, and says:
"Thank you if you got this far <3
Have good days everyones, and remember, the true win for autism is the fun we had along the way :]
Buh bye!! ^_^"
Around this text, there are various images of Mob. Counter clockwise, starting at the left corner:
A low quality screenshot of Mob flying in the air;
Mob, in his puppy hoodie, sweating in distress as he points at a vase;
Mob caught mid smear frame, his leg kicked high in the air as he jumps, his school bag swinging to the side, his expression comically flustered.
A panel from the manga. Mob's eyes are shadowed, chopsticks held to his face, as he stares to the side and says "Tch... Shut up and eat.";
A Mob in an alleyway from the anime, smiling, pointing and looking up and to the left (the center of the slide);
A photo of a Mob plushie tucked into bed;
A low quality screenshot of Mob, standing against a wire fence, facing forwards, his eyes appearing a bit angry due to his hair cowering them.
End ID.]
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djmorn · 2 months
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God that wing care was so good. I love this warlock Tav scenario. I hope you write more of them in the future. Thank you for your work!
Thank you kindly, dear anon, and everyone else for your sweet responses to the ‘Wing Care’ bit.
You know, you are the second person to suggest a continuation of this and when writing it I honestly did not even think that there could be more to this little ficlet but I am very willing to provide. Thanks for the inspiration and giving me opportunity to return to these two yet again.
So here is a part deux for you all who enjoyed the first one. I hope this will serve your ‘pampering the devil’ needs once more.
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You arrived home satisfied at a job fulfilled. And fulfilled quite well you might add, granting you the opportunity in feeling pride at your skill as a warlock and an excellent debt collector, the bane of negligent contractors. Raphael was lucky to have taken you under his wing. You smiled at the memory of your meeting in the Devil’s Den. The fiend had been obviously pleased at you taking care of his… damaged goods. It was easy to tell by the way he had been so eager to quickly fill you in on your assignment, the intended reason of his visit.
Now that that had been dealt with you could finally indulge in some relaxation of your own and let yourself fall onto your bed, legs dangling down by the side since you still had your boots on. You shifted to untie the laces when suddenly your gaze fell upon your desk at the edge of your chambers. On it you could spy a parchment and something that looked like a small vial that had not been there when you’d left this morning.
With a sigh you got up again, unable to quench your curiosity. Upon closer inspection you immediately recognised your master’s elegant scrawl:
I HOPE your assignment went well and that my unfortunate debtor has been dealt with accordingly and as I should expect of a warlock in my services. It just so happens that I require them again. As soon as possible. Be sure to bring the vial with you.
See you soon
R
You squint your eyes at the letter. What could Raphael possibly want now? He did have other warlocks at his disposal, why yet again pester you with more work? After you handling his bruised wings with such care you at least expected him to be a bit more negligent with you with any further missions.
Returning the parchment to your desk again you took a closer look at that vial. Turning it around in your hands you spied a small label attached to the glass. Your Infernal could still use some work but you were sure the text read ‘massage oil’.
The portal took you straight to the House of Hope. Raphael was already awaiting you in the entrance hall.
‘Ah. My dutiful little warlock. How considerate of you to aid my call so soon.’ He spread his hands out wide in welcome. As well as his wings.
You were delighted to see they had returned to their former glory. By the Nine, did the devil heal up fast. Even for a cambion.
As usual you bowed to him respectfully. ‘When my master beckons I answer.’
‘And how wise of you to do so,’ he said. ‘I presume our heedless and pitiful customer has been taken care of?’
‘Just as you wished, Raphael. Yet another poor unfortunate soul added to your gory collection.’
He beamed at you. ‘Good. All the better to move on to your next task with haste. How is your Infernal these days?’
‘Well enough to have read the label on this.’ You held up the vial containing the oil. ‘Although the meaning behind it still escapes me.’
The devil threw you a conspiratorial smirk. ‘Be a good little mouse and make a clever guess.’
‘Well, this is far from the ointment I applied to your wings the other day. And I can see they are bereft of any fissures tonight. Do you want me to force this down some other contractor’s throat to leave them unable to escape a terrible curse of their bowels?’
Raphael chuckled. ‘No, you silly goose,’ he said with amusement. ‘By your enthralling display of care in Sharess’ Caress I’ve come to the realisation that I have been quite negligent of my own comfort and welfare lately. I don’t allow myself to indulge myself as often as I should. After all, you do want your sweet master to stay healthy and vigorous to take care of you, don’t you?’ And he tilted his head questioningly.
‘So,’ you began carefully. ‘You want me to do what now? Do it again but this time make it a proper massage?’
Now Raphael frowned at you and you could feel yourself tensing up at your patron’s patience wearing thin. ‘Is that not far better than sending you out through the mud and undergrowth of a stinking swamp? You should know that the next debtor on my list is quite the hermit.’ He examined his nails languidly. ‘But I guess if the prospect of spending time with me – taking care of your master is such trouble I might as well draft you a map of his abode in just a minute.’
You quickly threw your hands up in defense. ‘No, no, no,’ you said, throwing him a disarming smile. ‘I apologise, Raphael. It’s no trouble at all. I’m just surprised is all.’
His eyes roamed over you, still sparkling with skepticism. ‘Mhmm. All right. Then follow me.’
Raphael led you to his boudoir. You had never been invited inside. Before you unveiled the most lavish bed chambers one could imagine. The middle of the enormous room hosted a steaming bath which the devil approached. Quite obviously he wanted to take the same approach as last time, sitting down together at the edge of the pool while you would work your magic on his wings. Confidently you followed the steps of your patron but came to a sudden stop when he went to remove his belt. With a snap of his fingers his doublet and shirt followed suit. And so it was that the devil you had sworn your loyalty to stood right in front of you, upper body laid bare for you to worship.
‘I figured since you don’t have any fissures and bruises that need taking care of tonight I might offer you some more playroom.’
How very kind of him.
Raphael sat down and pat the space next to him. You heeded his unspoken instruction.
‘Well,’ he said. ‘Do you have everything you need?’
‘Um, yes,’ you said. ‘Only… Where… Where would you like me to start?’
‘Oh, I find myself to be just a little tense in the neck and shoulders. Why don’t you start there and work your way further down, hmm, little mouse?’
‘All right.’ You removed the cork from the vial he’d left you and poured a good bit of the liquid onto your hand, then put the container carefully aside, mindful to not knock it right into the water next to you. Smearing your hands thoroughly with the oil you began to wonder at this admittedly ridiculous situation you had found yourself in. Taking care of your master’s wounds had been an act made out of duty, and Raphael had been so opposed to the idea when you had first suggested it that it now seemed almost dubious of him wanting to return to this scenario again, and so soon at that.
Oh, well. The whims of the infernal, you thought to yourself, then put your hands to your master’s back.
You hadn’t thought it possible but Raphael’s shoulders were indeed quite tense. The way he always carried such an air of confidence about him there had not been a doubt in your mind that his limbs would be more slackened. How he continued to prove you wrong tonight.
Oil coated hands brushed over his warm skin and you let your fingers dig into the parts from where his strong shoulders protruded, massaging him in a way that was a blend of firm and gentle. The sigh coming from the cambion told you it was the perfected mixture.
‘Yes,’ he said, encouraging you on. ‘That feels good. Don’t stop with the shoulder just yet.’
Continuing your attention at his desired spot you could not help but ask: ‘Say, Raphael. I am quite flattered that you would invite me to… do this for you, but I cannot help but wonder why. Why me?’
Of course you knew about his incubus. Raphael knew that you knew. ‘Haarlep is not nearly as talented in the arts of pleasure as they’d have you believe. No, anything that goes beyond one’s carnal needs is out of their expertise. Big hands and claws? No, thank you. This is much better.’
You beamed when Raphael practically purred as your palm found its way towards the back of his neck, rubbing it with care. The oil was dripping and you were in need of replenishment but barely dared to remove your hands from him. Truth be told – with Raphael nothing short from a moaning mess, this massage had turned into quite the sensual ordeal.
‘I’m gonna need some more lotion,’ you said apologetically. ‘Your skin is so warm it pretty much turns the oil into thin air.’
The devil said nothing, patiently waiting for you to reapply the liquid to your loving palms and continue. When you put your hands back onto your master an odd little smile flitted across your lips, satisfied at having him so pliant under your touch.
‘There is nothing that could make me keep you from doing whatever that magic is.’
You bit your tongue wanting to tell him this is what the dirty mortals he thought so beneath him called basic affection, not wanting to risk an outburst of temper and saddened at the thought that he truly just might be unaware.
Finally you moved onto the base of his wings, lovingly curling your thumbs around them, then moving over to massage the joints of his left wing once more.
‘It is incredible how well you’ve healed up. There’s not a bruise to be seen.’
‘My dear, us devils do have a knack for this kind of stuff, you know?’ He paused. ‘Although, I do believe I also have you to thank for it. In parts, of course.’
You thought back on the battles of his youth he’d told you about and wondered if there had been someone there for him too. Taking care of him. This time you dared to breathe your musings to him: ‘Has anyone else done this for you before?’
Raphael was silent again, and for a moment you thought he would simply refuse to answer. Then he gave away a quiet ‘No,’ quickly followed by ‘Just be careful with the skin there, yes? It is a little sensitive still.’
With the tips of your nails you gently caressed the membrane. The wing twitched. But this time not from pain. Maybe Raphael was a bit ticklish?
‘Where did you learn all this?’
‘Well, I have given massages before, you know? Never to someone with wings, mind you. I’m just doing what I think would feel nice.’
‘It does,’ Raphael said. ‘It does feel nice.’
You smiled to yourself again, proud that you could lend him your services as more than a warlock. As you moved on to his right wing you could feel something wrap around your ankle. It was his tail! Holding you tight. Was this something that happened unconsciously with devils? You could not imagine your patron showing his appreciation for your ministrations like that.
Deciding to give it no further thought because you could feel your cheeks blushing you poured out the rest of the massage oil into your palms and went to rub it all over Raphael’s back, eliciting the most delightful groan from your devil. You went on stroking, caressing, and kneading his skin until your hands were all but dry, then you finally removed them from him.
‘Well,’ you said. ‘I guess that’s the rest of the oil.’
The cambion quickly removed his tail from your ankle as if awakening from a strange dream and turned towards you. ‘I’ll make sure to get a bigger bottle next time.’
He drew his hand closer to your face, and lightly brushed his claw along your jaw. ‘Thank you, little mouse. If you should ever find yourself tensed up yourself I might be generous enough to return the favour.’
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takami-takami · 1 year
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/smut/
mean!hawks walking into the apartment you share and hears you using a toy and he just.. snaps? He throws open the door and yells, degrading you, asking if his cock wasn't enough or if you're just a slut, grabbing you by the hair and mocking you as you whimper for stimulation as he throws the toy. "Look at that, you're such a little slut beggin for orgasm that maybe i should just fucking overstimulate you into oblivion."
Baby, I'm All You Need.
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includes— hawks x fem!reader. minors dni. smut.
warnings— a bit of toxic!keigo. he's clingy. <3. a smidge of yandere. dirty talk. abandonment issues. rough sex. degradation. mirror sex. reader is way too into it.
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Keigo wants to believe in you.
He wants to believe that his sweet, blushing mess of a girlfriend wouldn't lie to him. He fights back the seething, green rage that stirs in the depths of his chest, channeling it into each stomp of his steel-toed boots on his way to follow that damned buzzing sound. It grates his ears, cracks his composure with each passing second.
You still love him, right? You still need him, you wouldn't replace him. Would you? The tips of his gloved fingers trace the rails of the stairway, gliding with the turn of the corner as he stalks up the stairs. With each stride, the buzz pierces closer to his ears, picks at the recesses of his sanity.
Nah, you couldn't. Poor thing, you'd just about die without him. You're always reminding him of how perfect he feels, always fuckin' whining about how good he dicks you down, pawing at his cock, how oh, oh, Keigo– ah! Don't need anything but you, clamping down on him like a dumb bitch in heat.
Liar.
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This is Keigo's favorite part of the morning. Seeing him off by the doorway, your delicate fingers fluff the cotton details of his hero costume's coat, fussing over each little imperfection. He watches you with rapt attention, with a lovesick crease around his eyes. Your fingers pull at his clothes with a delicate yet firm touch. It drives him mad.
"Let me sew some buttons on your coat one of these days," you insist. "What if you get cold, Kei'?" The pout of your lip is too irresistable, practically inviting him to give one peck on the lips; one that quickly devolves into countless. It's always like this between the two of you– your friends coo at the public displays of affection, lamenting about how lucky you two are to have found each other.
You'd be inclined to agree. He's sickly sweet as fermented toffee, totally attached at your hip and absolutely refusing to let go. It's endearing; the way he pouts and paces outside the bathroom door as you brush your teeth in the morning, how he whines and drags you back to the couch with him the second leaving even crosses your mind, how your phone blows up more often than not each day with texts full of declarations of his love. His most recently used emojis are just about every heart you can type.
Spoiled puppy. You indulge his every whine, unlock the doors of his kennel cage, let him pounce on you and pull you along by his leash. It's not your fault. How can you resist eyes like those?
He plants a chaste kiss to the crown of your head as you close your eyes in contentment. "Be good for me, yeah?" You feel the pads of his thumbs rub circles in your cheeks as he cradles your face in his palms.
"I will!" You chirp back.
Pleased, he walks out the door, before he  remembers one last thing. His coat flows with his little spin around to face you again. He beams a smile at you, heels clicking against the floor as he walks backwards with an innocent wave.
"And don't touch till I get back. 'Kay, sweetness?"
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Your flinch is palpable, jumping out of your skin at the slam of your shared bedroom door against the wall. You lift the sheets to cover your shame, blinking wide-eyed at the unhinged sight that greets you at the doorway.
His wingspan flares, flapping once like he's attempting to make his already imposing presence even larger. More possessive. He stalks toward you with rapt focus, sending a single feather to slam the door shut behind him.
"K-Kei', what're you–"
"Up. Now." He orders, gripping you by the hook of your arm and pulling your trembling legs to stand. The now forgotten toy clinks as it hits the floor, rolling beneath the bed. That damned buzz finally ceases, switch flicked off with the swish of a feather.
He drags you up, walking you backwards until your rear collides with the cold expanse of the sliding mirror doors on your closet. A heavy mix of fear and arousal heats your body, makes you whine into the crash of his lips against yours.
"What did I say," he asks, muffled against your mouth as he refuses to pull away. "What did I fuckin' tell you? Is my cock not enough for you, or are you just that greedy?"
His hands are all over you, pulling you impossibly close, like something could rip you from his grasp at any second. You huff in realization. "You... You're jealous," you breathe out. Your smile reflects your singing blood, the adrenaline coursing through your veins at his vicious actions. You greedily drink in the sight of his furrowed brow, the twinges of rage and sexual frustration that tense the veins of his temple.
He leans back with a giddy, knowing smirk plastered across his face. He eyes your squirms, dragging a single finger through the slick that pools between your thighs. He pants, "what, are you fuckin' enjoying this? You actually like this kind of shit?"
In his moment of surprise, his moment of weakness, you sink your teeth into the skin of his jugular. His masochistic, shocked moan urges you on, feeds your hope that your behavior will get to him. Instead, he throws his head back in breathless ecstacy, barking out a laugh.
His eyes are lidded when he locks his gaze downward on you.
"God, you're such a freak."
The air is suddenly knocked from your lungs with the way he spins you around with a speed only he can attain, shoving you forward and pressing your front flush against the mirror. He grins and rolls his eyes at your squirms of discomfort, pleased with the sight of your tits and pretty face pushed up against the reflective surface in front of you.
Your fingers claw and grapple to keep a steady grip on the glass, failing miserably to his delight. His sigh is full of smiles. The thrumming anger he feels is soothed bit by bit with each wave of pleasure he gets from seeing you struggle.
He kicks your legs apart, bends the arch in your back to his liking. He's so nice to you, shoving two slick fingers inside to prep for his cock. Even through the grit of his teeth, he scissors his fingers to stretch you out. You're so lucky, aren't you?
But that's all you're getting. All you deserve.
The last thing you hear is the clink of his belt being undone before inch by inch, he buries his thick cock inside, shushing your gasps and whimpers. Though, it's not like anyone could hear those precious little moans over the obscene, wet sounds between your legs anyway.
You're perfect for him.
"Bet you spend all your precious time while I'm gone tryin' to get your pathetic cunt off. But you just can't, can you? Not without me. Not without my help."
He spares no time setting a steady pace, pulling out to the tip and plunging inside, over and over. He gnashes his teeth at the tight vice of your pussy gripping his cock, blinking the white spots in his eyes away. Each chant of his name from your lips steals his breath, steals the blood from his head and makes him lightheaded. You say his name like a goddamn title. Like a prayer to your God.
Yeah, he decides. This is exactly where you belong.
"No one else, nothing else can make you feel like I can. Aint that right?"
You choke out a broken moan in response, fogging the glass with your desire.
Cute, but not what he wants to hear. He fists the roots of your hair, a silent demand.
"Say it. Fuckin' say it," he growls. Anyone less aquianted with his mannerisms and quirks would fail to notice the desperate nature underneath his tone; how it's less of an order and more of a beg, an unspoken 'please' hanging in the air between you.
Your whine is pathetic, moaning your agreement into the palms of your hand. With your eyes squeezed shut, you miss the eye-roll he gives in response.
"Awww, babydoll, don't be shy now," He coos with faux sympathy, mocking the way your lips purse into a pout. His taunting, lilted hmmm devolves to near-sadistic chuckles. Of course you'd play dumb now. You're probably holding on to whatever scrap of dignity that hasn't dripped from your pussy at this point.
"Quit whining, you know you fuckin' love it." He rips both your hands from your face, pinning them behind your back with just one of his fists. Your own wrists are used to pull you back onto his punishing thrusts.
"See that, baby?" A firm hand pulls your head back, forces you to make eye contact with the dishevelled, drooling mess in the mirror. "My pretty little whore."
"Mm-hmm! I-I'm yours, your whore," you choke. His smirk is crooked, high on endorphins and fueled by the power dynamic he so graciously established for the both of you.
"See, was that so hard?" His coarse, thick digits begin to rub circles on your clit as a reward, dipping down to collect your slick and back up to continue the tight circles. He winds you like a toy. "My baby's so honest when they're getting fucked, huh?" He plants a too-chaste kiss on your cheek, condescending and smitten with your submission. Still, he mocks, "that all it takes to make you admit the truth, sweetheart?"
"Yes! Yours, yours, yours," you pant in response. You drown on his cock, tight threads coming loose with every slap of his hips against yours. "Need you, only you. Gonna– Keigo, gonna, I'm–"
Close? Yeah, he knows.
His fingers keep the same pace on your clit, drawing higher and higher pitched moans. You crash over your high, squeaking and hiccuping his name through your tears.
Reality hits you when you realize he hasn't slowed at all, that he isn't giving you even a single second to cool down– no, he chases his own high and ignores the fit you pitch, completely disregards your cries of overstimulation.
"Since you like cumming that much, why don't you keep doin' it for my entertainment?" He jabs at your crumbling dignity.
This is your fault. He'll fuck that into you for as long as it takes.
"That's right. I'm all you'll ever fucking need."
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emry-stars-art · 6 months
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i am FERAL for the royal au and i am curious, what is neil and andrew's first kiss like in this au? all the art you drew is giving me thinky thoughts
[The thinky thoughts art in question] and THANK YOU for this ask!! (sorry about making u feral pls take care 🙏)
I don’t even remember how the scene idea came to me but I do remember thinking that royal au andreil first kiss would in fact be pretty different than canon only because Andrew, knowing Abram’s had bad experiences with touch beyond violence (I believe unlike canon), would somehow be even more careful about how he approached it (coming from the one “I want to see you lose control” is directed at. Impressive)
And also we’re in the middle of these two’s fun game of “is he trying to court me or am I making inappropriate assumptions” so that’s super cool and fun TT
Anyway read it here and have a little taster (but first go look at @astridsbirdskulls drawing of their kiss bc it’s SO sweet omg)
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Find the royal au masterpost here 💕
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ganondoodle · 7 months
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i often really do feel like an .. unwanted part of the fandom, i dont draw beautiful landscapes, i have unpopular but strong opinions im constantly annoying about and rarely change, dont like/dont draw the pretty young popular twinks and hot gurls to fanboi over nor do i turn characters into one, the opposite moreso, draw only one ship no ones heard of really, got little energy to interact with the few people that are nice to me and send me asks so it probably looks like im ignoring everyone and unfortunately but still rarely get so stressed i get overwhelmed and emotional about pehaps seemingly minor things and spiral almost into a breakdown feeling super embarrassed about it afterwards but the damage is already done and i look like a freak or agressive weirdo
#ganondoodles talks#also probably sounds like self pity#but this feeling hits everytime i see a super popular artist be the popular cool artist#i am a little weird i know that and thats not somethign bad i think#but the internet never gets to see that much of me#i tend to write posts when i am at my worst bc it has to go somewhere#so the image it tells people is that im a weirdly strong opiniod freak that gets breakdowns over nothing#i also dont feel like im otherwise -cool tm- enough to balance that out#i dont think my art is as stylized or as inventive as others nor am i cool to interact with bc idk how to be cool to interact with#i feel double bad when i misstepped with someone i used to talk to bc of something stupid ... or just dont know what i did wrong#im guessing its especially when i am in that spiraling state of mind where i really am not myself tbh#it still feels very bad bc i feel like i can never make it up to anyone again#sorry i acted like a jerk my brain was exploding in emotions in a desperate attempt to deal with something idk how to deal with-#-and made me not act like myself but now i feel really dumb about it#doesnt sound like a good excuse#... i want to thank those that do stick with me#even if i acted strange sometimes- even if i disappointed sometimes- even when i couldnt keep a promise#there are little things that still make me angry at myself#like that one time i asked in the tags whod read as long as the end of them and if someone did shoudl send me an ask so id draw a lil thing#and i got two#and i kept trying to remeber oh shit i need to do that and forgetting again/not having energy for it in a loop#i still feel like a jerk about it but now its probably too late#i wish i could answer all asks i get but man my energy for that is always rock bottom#no matter how much i enjoy the ask#and i love getting asks!!!#im sorry :((
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x-gon-give-it · 2 months
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🍐 your fics are simply a m a z i n g and I wish I had more spideypool published so I had an excuse to chat with you / run into you online / be mutuals!
I do have more planned though, so... maybe it's possible in the future :)
༼ つ ಥ_ಥ ༽つ This is so sweet T.T
I'm crying tears in the club tonight.
You don't need to write Spideypool as an excuse for us to chat or do anything else! Being Spideypool fans is more than enough ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ ) That's fandom community, baby!
Although, I'll never say no to more fanfic.
Please accept this lil Spideypool pic as a token of my love <3
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nunalastor · 15 days
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Forget Alastor x Resder... Vox full on self inserts
He writes the ones that are tagged reader inserts but then when he describes the reader it's very descriptive and the only person it could even be is him. He just wants the hits on his fic and the self satisfaction that he feels that in at least his fantasies they're together.
It's like this:
The room was aglow with pools of midnight light and softened blushes of artificial light, the floors creaked as Alastor crept in. Unplugging your charger as he climbed knee first on the plush bed that had only ever heard whispers and moans of the man's name but never acquainted until now. Light taps of his claws caressing your face brought you out of sleep mode, you would be glad later that you invested in a screen protector as he scratched a light line across it, and slowly his face became bathed in your beautiful blue light. He placed a hand on the corner of your screen, and the other on your shoulder, pushing you back into the bed. "Shh..." Alastor whispered, changing your settings to dark mode, his touches sending shivers and shocks through you body as if you were glitching out. Normally, you wouldn't lets somebody access your settings menu, but it was Alastor The Radio Demon! And he... "I need you." Needed you.
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literallyjusttoa · 8 months
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Could you tell us more abt ur au where Apollo doesn’t come back exactly right after surviving being so close to chaos 👀
Yes!! Actually I had a fic that I really wanted to write about this, and I am planning on still doing that but I will tell y'all the gist of it bc I cannot contain myself. (Also this is a bit different from some of the things I've said before about this so I hope you still like it lol)
Ok so, the fic was gonna be a 5 + 1 fic, where Meg and Apollo both realize that something's ... off about him after the trials. His powers and abilities are fluctuating for seemingly no reason. Sometimes he's just a normal god, but sometimes it's like he's still a mortal. And he's also having times where he's way stronger than a god should be, like, near primordial levels. It's causing him a lot of issues, for example:
Gods don't need to eat or sleep, but mortals do. If Apollo doesn't realize his energy levels are going down, he will just end up crashing from lack of food/sleep. This leaves him perpetually exhausted and shaky.
His blood is now all kinds of crazy colors, and it changes based off of where he is on the mortal/immortal scale.
When he's in a "mortal" state of being, he's pretty similar to a demigod. Meg and Apollo learned this when Apollo accidentally did some lightning bending one day. This is not something Apollo has ever wanted to be able to do, and he freaks out appropriately.
One day, Apollo woke up sick and tired of this whole situation. He jokingly wished that someone else could just take over the sun for the day. However, Apollo hadn't realized that he had just gotten a huge power boost overnight, and his harmless little wish just created a second sun. Haha whoops.
Eventually, Apollo ends up breaking his father's rules and visiting Asclepius just so he can get some answers about this, so here's a little rough comic based on the scene I wanted to write explaining this whole mess.
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blindmagdalena · 9 months
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I was rereading the reader breaks up with homelander fic and it got me thinking 🤔 . What if homelander and his partner are hanging out or something and homelander is talking and his partner isn't paying attention or misunderstands him and thinks he's breaking up with them and they're like what? You aren't breaking up with me! You arent getting rid of me buddy that ship has sailed and there's no receipt! How would he react?
Homelander blinks several times. "What?" "It's not happening," you tell him, audibly swallowing a lump in your throat. He can smell your anxiety, and yet your head is tipped back in pure defiance.
He has to bite back the smile that threatens to form. Christ, you think he's dumping you. Admittedly, he probably could have phrased this whole plot of his better than I think we need a break.
"It's not?" He asks, carefully talking around his amusement, keeping his tone even.
"No," you say firmly. You take his hands, and knowing what he knows, he can't help but find the anxious purse of your lips deeply endearing. You always do that when you're trying not to cry. "We'll talk, and we'll-we'll figure out the problem," you say, squeezing his hands.
He almost feels bad keeping you on the hook like this, but fuck, you're so goddamn cute. "You think so?"
"Yeah," you say quietly, heart thudding loud and sweet in his ears. You sure got worked up quick. It's almost mesmerizing to watch how rapidly your demeanor falls into this frenzy, desperate to fix what isn't even broken. It's like yanking a direct line to seeing just how deeply you love him.
"Just... Just please don't... don't-" Your voice catches, eyes turning glassy.
Oop, too far. Now you really look like you're going to cry.
"Okay, okay, okay," he says, untangling his hands from yours so that he can pull you into his arms, stroking his hand up and down your back in firm, soothing sweeps. "It's alright, okay. I hear you. No vacation."
There's a long pause. He tries desperately not to laugh. Slowly, you press your hands to his chest, and lift your gaze to meet his. Your eyes narrow. "What?"
"You know, a break. I was thinking we could use a break, get out of the city. Check out Hawaii or Italy," he says, practically chewing each word. He can't keep the Cheshire cat grin off his mouth any longer.
Your jaw slowly drops. "You..." Even though he sees it coming a mile away, he does nothing to prevent you from whalloping your fist against his chest. "You evil man!" You gasp, striking his padded chest again. "You wicked beast! You creature!"
Homelander's outright cackling now, impervious to your strikes. He catches your wrists and yanks you into a gleeful kiss, humming a devious little purr against your lips. "C'mon," he rumbles. "You didn't really think I'd let you get away that easily, did you?"
"Stop kissing me, I'm kicking your ass," you say, stubbornly twisting in his grasp, kicking ineffectually at his shins. "You scared the shit out of me."
"I don't see how this is my fault," he says, backing you up against the wall, maneuvering both of your wrists into his one hand, pinning them above your head. His grin is downright wolfish. "You're the one jumping to conclusions."
"You said we needed a break!" You say, but when he presses his body against yours, you practically melt into it. He kisses you until you stop biting at his lips, until you cease those meager attempts to twist out of his iron clad grip. He kisses you until your heart beat settles, and you're kissing him back.
"Italy," you say, warm breath mingling with his.
"Hmm?" He hums, in a little daze all his own. He feels intoxicated by your visceral response, by your possessiveness and desperation to keep him.
"I want to go to Italy," you clarify, kissing him again.
He smiles.
"Anything you want, babe."
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toshidou · 1 year
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ok i know ghost is most likely experienced but i cant stop thinking about virgin ghost and teaching him stuff
18+ obviously <33
tags // afab reader, virgin!ghost, cumming in pants, loss of virginity
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oh my god. maybe simon back when he was still a recruit? mid twenties and still relatively new to the military. thanks to his past, the last thing on his mind was sex, but then he sees you in his squadron and it's like he's experiencing that first rush of hormones all over again.
virgin!simon is who curses himself out under his breath when his pants start tenting again, a phenomenon that only seems to occur when you're around, stirring the arousal in his guts so ferociously he's sure a sideways glance from you is all it would take to make him cum in his boxers.
virgin!simon who actually does cum in his pants when you corner him in the vacant gym locker room, your eyes gleaming as you list every time he's popped a boner in your presence, before ever so casually asking if he'd "like any help with that particular problem".
imagine pushing him down onto a nearby bench, not wasting a second before dropping to your knees to pull his flushed cock from where it strained against release stained boxers. he'd lose his fucking mind as you curl your tongue around the base of his shaft and drag it upwards, collecting every last drop of cum on your flattened tongue before swallowing it down, along with the near purple tip of his cock.
and if the blowjob was overwhelming, nothing could have ever prepare him for the feeing of your cunt. tight, soft, warm, and so, so fucking wet. he'd be at your complete mercy, defined hips canting up towards your pussy with no clear rhythm, spurred only by the primal need to keep his cock as deep within your sopping pussy as physically possible.
of course, he's jacked himself off before, is all too familiar with the the sensation of climaxing. at least, he thought he was, because the feeling that builds in his gut as you bounce on his cock has him genuinely worried for a second that he might pass out. he's left with little other option than to groan and whimper into the expanse of your skin, dropping a hand down to clumsily rub at your clit, the additional stimulation sending you hurtling over the edge. and it's that feeling alone, the soft velveteen walls of your pussy clenching sporadically around his overstimulated cock, that has him releasing a pathetic spurt of cum against the barrier of your cervix, wrung positivity dry.
so yeah anyway i have some thoughts about virgin!simon ig
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