#also yes i made them swap their clothes again

[caramelmochacrow]

the kaomisas and the kaorus :)

#crow's scribbles #bang dream #bandori #kaoru seta #misaki okusawa #kaomisa #they are soooo silly and they need more art #so i drew some more lol #i lob them <3 #also yes i made them swap their clothes again #will i do it another time? #perhaps so #i like drawing kaoru like a person dressing up their puppy #i make her wear a tie and i go 'ooh look at you ur such a handsome little guy :)' #cant help it #the last one i forgot to post w my last koms post #so i might as well post it here lol

[latteandjacks]

Good morning [Proceeds to post]

So swap aus amirite?

FORCOM HOTEL, Tried to look for an opposite of Haz-bin, am I aware of all the jokes that could be made with that name? Yes, which part of why it's staying

Adam, the first man, first soul in hell and prince of the mentioned, opens an hotel to help his descendants to go to heaven so he doesn't have to watch them fucking die again every year He may look bubbly but he is still kind of a bitch, however he just wants to help, believes everyone can be redeemed as long as they want to Not as naive as Charlie

Lute is very dedicated to protect Adam since, despite being more powerful than any other human soul, is still essentially a sinner Loosed her arm after getting into a fight with Agatha, she spared a couple and Agatha was just going to take her wings and halo, but as she fought back, she cut her arm to keep her at bay As determined as Adam, also all up for singing

Charlotte, she's normally referred with her full name but Charlie is okay too Younger Seraphin, not the daughter of Lucifer and Lilith but still close to them both to consider them as such Considers exterminations a mercy as she doesn't believe there's another option and thinks it's better than let them suffer an eternity on hell, thinks Adam's plan is giving sinners false hope Wdym her clothes looks like Saint Peter? Definitly no

Agatha, since Adam never named her after Vagina it just made sense for Charlotte to give her a normal name Since Charlotte is supporting her, she never had any doubts about what they were doing, convinced that this was mercy and that, anyway, sinners were in hell for a reason Tries to keep Charlotte from doing stupid things, but she normall doesn't listen

Adam and Lute are dating, Charlotte and Agatha are also dating, so not much changes

I designed the excorcist uniform with clowns and Charlie's full demon form as a reference and I really like them, imagine that thing coming down to kill ya I'm just now realizing I gave them the same mouths, but like that works Who is the Sin of Lust in here? Still figuring that one out sorry

FUCK I kind of changed the au again, not too much tho it's basically still the same thing Once I finish it all you will be able to see it here once I link it

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel swap au #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel vaggie #Chaggie #rainbowmoth #guitarspear #lute x adam #charlie x vaggie

[lucauali]

bob the builder - eustass “captain” kidd

warning: kinda suggestive, making out, groping, female bodied!reader (is wearing a skirt and revealing top), modern AU

I couldn’t think of a title LMAOO but it's subject to change, also I'm fs gonna write for ace next bc I'm on the alabasta arc rn which is also why I'm writing Kidd in a modern AU. Please ignore the fact that idk how to end these drabbles

"I'm home!" You were met with silence as you softly shut the front door of your new apartment closed. The numerous bags in your arms dropped since the weight of them had been straining you all day. After gently pushing them to the wall with your foot, you ventured towards the hallway. The open door to the bedroom you shared with Kidd remained empty with only the bare necessities inside.

Clank!

The sudden sound made you turn your head towards the spare room at the end of the hall. The door was closed, but it didn't keep Kidd's muffled groans and shouts of frustration shut in the room. You giggled as you turned the doorknob and opened the door.

"Eustass! I'm home!" Said man was hunched over something that was blocked from your sight. He whipped his head around and looked you up and down.

"Hey there, sweetheart. Didn't hear you come in." He got up and walked over towards you. Once he stood tall in front of you, he suddenly gripped you by the hips and pulled you flush to his body.

His eyes raked over the cropped denim top and white mini skirt that adorned your body. The plunging neckline and short cut of the clothing did wonders for your curves.

"You went out shopping for decorations like this? I'm going with you next time, then." He grumbled as his grip traveled all around your body. You let out a squeal when his hand smacked your ass in a teasing manner.

"I asked you to, but you said you were 'too busy' so I just went on my own. What were you so busy with anyways?" You pouted up at him as you started to rub your hands on his bare chest. The light sheen of sweat on his body and the fact that he swapped his usual grey sweats out with some shorts made you think he was getting around to setting up his at-home workshop.

Kidd smirked down at your hands and then at you, "take a look behind me, sweetcheeks. Hope you like it." With that, you peeked around his build and gasped.

Behind Kidd was a completed vanity. The white vanity came with two columns of drawers, along with the pull out drawer under the table top. The table top had crystal-clear glass that showcased the drawer beneath. The best part was the huge mirror with LED lights on the border.

You ditched the redhead behind you to closely inspect the brand new piece of furniture. The mirror even connected to your phone for music!

Suddenly, you felt Kidd press up behind you and circle his hands over your lower stomach. He hid his face in the crook of your neck as he mumbled, "I take it you like it?"

"I love it! Thank you so much, Eustass!" In the middle of checking the storage space, you remembered what room you're in.

"Wait, but baby, isn't this your workshop room? Where are you gonna put your table and all your stuff?" The room wasn't as big as the bedroom, but it could fit a few more larger pieces of furniture.

"Don't worry about it. I'm putting my stuff against one of the other walls. Thinking about putting a curtain or something so that the your side doesn't get messy." You looked up at him with a sweet smile that can make Kidd say yes to anything you ask.

"Thank you, I really mean it. It means a lot to me that you would gift me something like this." With that, you planted a sweet kiss on his lips, which he happily reciprocated.

Kidd hummed against your lips with a smug smirk, "yeah? Wanna show me how thankful you are?" A gasp ripped past your lips as he smacked your ass again.

"Mmm, I knew you would like this outfit. But no! I need to show you the decor I got first!"

"Babe, c'mon! That can wait." Kidd groaned as he tried to reach for you, but you simply walked past him and out the door.

"Nope! You're gonna fall asleep if I don't show you now, so come here!" Your voice echoed down the hallway while Kidd groaned.

Even though he can't take you to bed yet he still wouldn't trade moments like these for anything else.

#op x reader #one piece x reader #kidd x reader #eustass x reader #eustass kidd x reader #kid x reader #eustass kid x reader #I'm in my one piece era

[walrus150915]

Nimona headcanons part 3 bc I'm insane (out of order and disorganized so like- be ready) and bc it's my new year gift for y'all

• Nimona mostly talks like a normal teen but sometimes she'd use words that show her real age. "Sonorous", "vapidity" n stuff like that. Her vocabulary is INSANELY huge

• Ambrosius tries not to swear so he uses a lot of silly replacements instead. "HOLY S- golly!!", "You son of a b- bishop". Like I'm sorry but he's the type of guy to say fricking instead of, yknow, the intended word. Ballister finds it endearing; Nimona finds it stupid

• Yes yes he does replace sex with lovemaking. Yes he purely refers to him and Bal going at it as "making love". Yes he's a fellow like that

• Ballister doesn't drink alcohol. I know that's implied in the movie that he drinks (although I thought he drank, like, soda?? On the other hand he is a wholeass thirty years old man who's seen some shit so I wouldn't be surprised) but idk he strikes me as a type to refuse drinking out of moral code. He doesn't eat pork for the same reasons (pushing my cultural Muslim Ballister agenda)

• Ambrosius drinks only during celebrations or parties. Not much because he's a light drinker😭 one cup and he's already lying on the floor, crying and hyperanalyzing his life

• after Nimona came back Ambrosius was not safe from her jokes. Neither of them despised each other (not after Nimona saved the whole Kingdom and not after Ambrosius proved he really isn't a jerk) but boy does Nimona make fun of him on any given occasion. Ambrosius was taken aback by this at first but then he just got used to it

• Ambrosius is being kinda petty and jealous when Ballister spends more time with Nimona than him ("Although now apparently he's got a new best friend, what's that about?!"), not in a way that'd make it unhealthy ofc but still😭. Him and Ballister were tied to the hip for like the most of their lives and now there's someone ELSE Ballister likes to hang out with? Ugh🙄

• Ambrosius had a diary when he was a teen, he didn't write much there (one or two sentences a day). Once he became an adult he kind of forgot about it but after the whole... Hunting stuff started happening he found himself writing a ton of sentences there again

• when him and Bal started dating Ambrosius had a whole page in that diary filled with "Ambrosius Boldheart" HE'S A GUY LIKE THAT OKAY

• Ambrosius likes to attack Ballister's face with quick little kisses. If he pecked his forehead he must peck his cheeks and nose and eyelids and cheekbones etc etc

• Nimona sometimes speaks in rhymes. She doesn't know how she's doing it but her tongue just does it on its own. ("Let's go dunk on the punk in the trunk")

• Ballister has actually been a year older than everyone in his class, another reason why he was the black sheep™

• Ambrosius can play the flute and the piano due to his noble upbringing he HATES whenever someone brings it up tho

• Nimona and Ballister have those nights where they recall historical facts and situations and Nimona shows her perspective of the things. "The guy claimed to be a war criminal was the biggest sweetheart in the world what are you onnn". Ballister wrecks his brain trying to understand if she's serious or not

• Ballister doesn't get a lot of the jokes, they just fly over his head. Only after some time he starts getting them, like in the middle of the night randomly going "ohhhh that's what she meant"

• first time Ambrosius and Ballister made out Ambrosius threw his hands in the air and said "yayy :D"

• Ballister's haircare routine is better than you think it is he's just casual about it. Yes he uses coconut oil like his life depends on it

• Ambrosius's complexion is leaner but Bal's is broader. So when they exchange clothes it doesn't fit because Bal's shirts are too loose on Ambrosius but also kinda short and Ambrosius's are kinda long but too tight in the shoulders for Bal. They still think it's sweet to swap their clothes sometimes

#this one is kinda short #but still #nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #goldenheart #nimona headcanons

[yoshirage]

Body swap diaries: PETER’s CYOC

After months of training and studying, I stood there proudly with fellow agents and superiors in the lower levels of Area 51 awaiting for my first mission as a full fledge secret service agent. It was a grueling time to the point that out of 50 candidates, only 3 of us actually made it.

We hear a gruff raspy voice from the intercom. “Welcome new agents and congratulations. You all are now officially part of the secret service which; as you all know, deals with more covert missions regarding this country. So please meet up with your superiors to discuss your first mission.”

All of the agents dispersed and so did I, and made it to Mr. Carlson’s office. I open the door and see a half naked man with curly hair frantically trying to put his clothes on.

“Ahh dammit looks like i forgot to close that damn door again. Lock it for me will you Peter.” I locked the door behind and sat at one of the office chairs trying not to look and stare at my supervisor’s body. “Hahaha come on now Peter, don’t be so shy. This isn’t the first you’ve seen me in another body.” He was right, but the usual bodies he’s in are the bigger hairy daddy types.

“So i guess you took my advice huh”

“ yeah. Went with someone younger and chose this guy named Jon to take for my time off. Gotta say its a different feeling.” He flexes his arms.

“You look great sir”

“Hahaha thanks Peter. Now since you were the highest achieving agent we have, i decided to assign you as a personal guard for a past president. As may know, any two term US president that finishes their service gets assigned a lifetime agent to help with safety and security, and they are also enrolled with the ‘reincarnation program’ which…

“Gives the ex president and their partner, a choice to have their consciousness transferred to another person’s body.”

“Very good Peter!” He claps his hands “now of course they can opt out of it if they choose to, but we at least wanna give them a taste of it and see if its for them.”

“Isnt it too early for Mr Obama to be in this program?”

“Yes you’re right which is why I’m assigning you to George W bush.”

“Wait isnt there someone already assigned to Mr. Bush?”

“There was, but we are reassigning Gary to a much more… lets just covert mission.” I just nod my head knowing exactly what he means.

“Now Mr Bush has been living in his current body Bruno for almost a year in Brazil.”

“How about the real Bruno.”

“He’s living life as Mr. Bush. We programmed him to practically BE George Bush… memories and all” i nod my head. “ now Mr Bush has been alerted of the change in staff but I would like you to travel to Brazil and introduce yourself”

“No problem sir. Will do”

“I also gave the guys at the lab the Ok to swap you with someone else for this mission, of course you don’t have to.”

I thought about it for a short while and decided to swap. “ Thank you sir. I will go right now.”

“Sounds good. Here is a catalog of the guys that are available.”

I look over it and saw Jon’s body with the amount of $10,000 right by his name. “Damn! I cant believe this kid is getting paid $10,000 to swap bodies with an agent” i thought to myself.

“now if you’ll excuse me. I think its officially time for me to start my Time off.”

“Have fun sir and Ill see you when you get back.”

I leave his office and made my way towards the all the while looking at the catalog.

“Hey Peter!” I waved at Vinh “ Mr Carlson told me all about your mission. So have you thought about which body you want.”

I looked over the catalog one last time…. “This one” I said

(Which of these guys should Peter switch with. From top to bottom: Joey, Christian, Larry, Leon).

#male body swap #body swap diaries #body switch #body swap #bruno moraes cunha #joey swoll #christian deguzman #larry gao #leon yaki #jon skywalker

[panspy-draws]

hello and welcome to my attempt at fixing whatever it is they gave us for reverse adrien and marinette aka the bare minimum of alternative fashion.

for those not familiar, the first pic is the canon character designs for the miraculous world paris special.

details and changes under cut!

it was really hard to come up with something for adrien bc what they gave us is............... lacking. the hair, the white leather jacket, the jeans, the stripes on his turtle neck are not doing it for me. if adrien was alt he would 100% be altering his own clothes and leaving behind the expensive shit (also his father) to be punk. he wouldn't wear such pristine clothes (back again at the WHITE LEATHER JACKET). i did give him a version where i swapped the white jacket/black turtleneck to be a black jacket/gray turtleneck. i also made the jacket a bit less form fitting and gave him some accessories like the belt chains and the unnecessary belts on the jacket arms. the hair was hard cause i did like the side shave, but wanted it to be a bit messier. lastly i pretty much just tweaked the eye makeup a bit.

marinette was easier bc i do like her and outfit, but the helmet bangs and regular pigtails combined with the saturation of her blue/pink hair was throwing me. i think if she comes from a world where she looks this angry, she wouldn't have made the character growth to move from a bun to pigtails like Socqueline. So ofc I had to make two versions with pigtail braids, and a braided bun.

i also changed her eye makeup a tad bc i thought it made her eyes a bit too oval (and gave her another eye to begin with. I elongated her jacket and oversized it a bit, as well as added some more tears to her shirt (i noticed just 1 at her collar) and gave her a chain belt. Her shoes looked too much like rain-boots so i painstakingly turned them into creepers with little roses and thorns on them (the rose motif is really cool i think). lastly i changed the saturation of her hair to be more black than blue....... and YES i did fix her head shape it was just too tall.

im still upset they went with just vague alternative rather than a specific subset(i want punk/grunge adrien and pastel goth/scene marinette), but honestly why would we expect any different

#my art #miraculous ladybug #miraculous world paris #shadybug #clawnoir #emo marinette #emo adrien #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #chat noir #miraculous edit #miraculous character design

[in-the-shadow-of-the-blog]

We’ll Keep Each Other Warm

Summary: Sebastian wants to swap scarves with MC. Also kissing. (Sebastian Sallow x Hufflepuff f!MC)

Rating: PG

Warnings: None!

Word count: 500

A/N: inspired by this post by @witchywriter18, I combined the scarf bit with another idea I had. I think they’re stronger together just like Sebastian and MC. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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Their empty butter beer glasses clinked as MC and Sebastian set them down on the table. They were celebrating the end of a rather lovely Christmas break, like all the other students that had crowded into the Three Broomsticks, and had spent the better part of the day talking about, well, everything.

“Back to Hogwarts, then?” Sebastian nodded to the darkening sky outside the window.

“Probably best.”

MC reached across the table and picked up her scarf. She almost had it halfway on when she realized the colors were wrong. “Sorry Sebastian, I-“

She looked up to find that Sebastian had taken her Hufflepuff scarf, and already settled it around his neck. He grinned at her over the stripes of black and yellow. “Go on then, wear it.”

Grinning despite herself, MC wound the green and silver scarf around her neck, draping it over her shoulders. She breathed in, letting his Slytherin scent fill her nose. A mixture of Feldcroft pine, library books, and dittany. It made her wonder what Sebastian was smelling on her scarf now… probably niffler.

Snow covered the roofs and lanes of Hogsmeade. More fell around them now, though it had slowed a great deal. The fresh powder was hiding patches of ice, which MC discovered quite by accident. One misplaced step sent her reeling, but she righted herself before she could fall into the snowbank beside the path.

Sebastian took her arm, laughing. “I think someone had one butterbeer too many tonight.”

“Nonsense! I just slipped on some ice.”

“That delightful flush on your cheeks says otherwise. Rather a good look on you.” The lightness in his tone and mischief in his eyes made MC’s stomach flip.

Or maybe she did have one too many butterbeers.

Sebastian cupped her face in his gloved hands, thumbs tracing the curves of her cheeks. They leaned closer, lips about to touch, when one of them found the icy patch again. With nothing to grab onto but each other, Sebastian and MC tumbled into the drift of snow. MC grunted as Sebastian’s weight pressed her into the ground, and he quickly raised himself up on his arms.

“Sorry,” he said, the flush in his cheeks matching hers.

MC grabbed him by the scarf - her scarf - and pulled him into a kiss. For a moment she thought they might melt the snow piled around them. When their lips finally parted, icy flakes still surrounded them, clinging to their hair and clothes.

“Sebastian?”

“Yes, MC?”

“It’s really cold down here.”

“That it is.” A little reluctantly, he stood and offered her a hand up.

They were more careful of the road as they trekked back to Hogwarts. That wasn’t the only thing that kept their arms linked and their shoulders huddled close, though.

Sebastian insisted on walking her back to the Hufflepuff common room, even though his joke about her overindulgence in butterbeer was long forgotten. They stopped to say goodnight at the top of the staircase that led down to the kitchens.

“Don’t you want your scarf back?” MC asked, fingering the wool at her throat.

“Nope,” said Sebastian, grinning. “I’m keeping yours. We’ll switch for a while.”

“But…”

“We can keep each other warm even when we’re apart.”

Speechless and blushing, MC noted the satisfied grin at her reaction. He turned and headed toward the Slytherin common room, calling over his shoulder in a singsong voice, “Good night, MC.”

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Masterlist

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy fic #hufflepuff #Sebastian sallow x Hufflepuff #they are sleeping with those scarves #dreaming of the other #I live for it #sallowpuff

[the-travelling-witch]

May I ask how would your ocs react to their partner needing attention? Cuddles etc! Or possibly just annoying them until they stop what their doing to focus on them *cough cough a certain streamer bird demon*

yes you may!! though i think i accidentally went on a side quest and wrote drabbles instead, sorry ^^;

summary: coming to them for affection and attention

pairings: dantalion :: valefar :: stolas x gn! reader

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𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍

You turned to your left. You turned to your right. You cursed Belphie.

Stretching your hand out towards the cold side of Dantalion’s big bed, patting around for good measure, you sighed when you found it just as empty as when you went to bed.

You sat up at the resignation that sleep wouldn’t find you anyway and detangled yourself from the silky blankets. Just as you had guessed, light was still filtering in from underneath the door and when you padded along the pristine hallways of the demon’s home, you found Dantalion sitting in a plush armchair, his normal clothes already swapped for a luxurious robe as he pored over the upcoming issue of “Devil Style”.

“You’re still working?” Rubbing the nonexistent sleepiness from your eyes, you watched him tilt his head up, bright eyes trailing from what he was reading to your figure in the doorway. “Aren’t you going to sleep?”

“I could be asking you the same thing, darling,” he mused, already extending a hand towards you and inviting you to join him.

“I can’t sleep without you there,” you admitted as you slipped your fingers into his slender ones.

“My apologies,” the blond murmured, lifting your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles in an effort to make it up to you. “Unfortunately, this review can’t wait. But you are welcome to join me as I wrap up, I’m nearly done anyway.”

“Sure,” you agreed and slipped into his lap, your back supported by his chest as you studied the magazine in front of you. “Oh, I saw a lot of demons wearing something like that recently.”

“Hmm, it seems to be very popular lately, especially on Devilgram. I believe we have Asmo to thank for that,” Dantalion offered and as always you were in awe that he just knew these things off the top of his head. “Perhaps you should come and try on some of the new arrivals. I believe the style would suit you well.”

The two of you kept going through the magazine together, Talion taking notes here and there. The scratch of his pen combined with the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest and his arms loosely curled around you, enveloping you like the scent of his body wash, weighed heavy on your eyelids. Soon thereafter, your breathing evened out and your head fell against his shoulder, your cheek pressing into the silken material of his robe.

Careful not to wake you, Dantalion closed the magazine after reviewing his notes again, then whisked it away with magic. Gently tracing a finger over your cheekbone, the demon smiled to himself at how peaceful you looked before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

Lifting you up, he made his way over to the bedroom so you could finally get some rest, already looking forward to waking up next to you in the morning.

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑

The door to Valefar’s private office creaked open as you poked your head in, looking around the room before your eyes locked onto the demon’s figure at his desk. His focus was entirely on the documents in front of him, so you decided not to disturb him and slowly went to close the door again.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Val still hadn’t looked up from his paperwork, yet you could tell one of his eyebrows was raised in that typical way of his.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to bother you,” you mumbled into the quiet room, heat rising to your cheeks at your own fumbling. “You’re busy right now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I can also be busy later,” he said, finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. His dark hair was tousled as if he had run his hand through it a couple of times, his suit jacket and tie slung over the back of his chair. “So, you’re gonna tell me why you’re here?”

“It’s nothing important, really. I can just come back later–”

While you were trying to backtrack, Valefar had crossed the room to stand in front of you, arms crossed and expression unimpressed as he towered over you. With measured strength, he pulled you fully into his office and shut the door, his hand resting beside your head.

“Now, let’s try this one more time, little lamb,” the demon said, head lowered so you could look straight into his amber eyes. “Is there something you need from me?”

“I– It’s really dumb,” you sighed. “I just wanted to see you because I missed you.”

There was a beat of silence in which the thought you had angered him crossed your mind. Then, Valefar’s amused chuckle filled the room before you felt weightless, your demon’s nails digging into the fat of your thighs as he lifted you up.

“Val–!”

“How did a sweet little thing like you fall into my claws, hm?” There was a smug glint in his feline eyes at the squeal you let out when he dropped backwards onto one of the couches, pulling you down on top of him. 

When you tried to sit up, his arms wrapped around your torso, keeping you flush against his chest and making you inhale his cologne. There was a rumble in his chest as he lazily drawled his question. “Weren’t you the one who asked for this? Then also stay still.”

“But is it really alright for you to skip work?” You wondered, not wanting to get him in trouble because of you.

“Don’t sweat it, I’m my own boss, remember?” One of his arms was propped up under his head while his other hand had settled on your waist, tracing his pointer finger over your skin. “Besides, you’re much more important than some paperwork anyway.”  

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒

Stolas had been streaming for a while already, just getting around to wrapping up the stream by talking to chat when he received your text asking how much longer he’d be live. Near immediately, he excused himself and waved chat goodbye saying something important came up.

This was by far no uncommon phenomenon. And at first, you had felt pretty guilty when he quickly ended his stream when you actually just wanted to ask if you could still hang out afterwards. But Stolas had very adamantly assured you that it was alright and that his audience was used to him timing lives based on his mood anyway.

Considering you caught most of his streams, you could estimate pretty precisely how long it would take the winged demon to make his way to the House of Lamentation. So when Stolas took longer than usual, you were growing a little worried. Maybe he was more upset over you interrupting his streams than you thought?

There wasn’t much time for you to get into your head though, a familiar knocking pattern against your window ripping you out of your thoughts. Waving at you from outside the glass was Stolas, the dark strands of his hair askew from the angle in which he was cocking his head.

The night air grazed your cheeks as you opened the window to greet him, only to be immediately swept up into his arms and twirled around, flashes of blue darting in and out of your vision as his wings steadily carried you.

“I missed you!” Stolas exclaimed, pressing an excited kiss to your temple. “C’mon, let’s get out of here before your guard dog catches us.”

“By now I think Luci has caught on, to be honest,” you snorted, locking the handle from outside with a handy magic trick Asmodeus had taught you.

“I was talking about Mammon, actually,” the demon grinned back before whirling the two of you high into the Devildom night sky.

As always, the adrenaline was racing through your veins at the playful dips and turns Stolas made while you took in the scenery underneath you. Nightlife was always bustling in the streets here and it was fun watching the demons bustling around the illuminated paths.

You landed on the small balcony outside of Stolas’s apartment, which has become as much of a safe haven to you as the House of Lamentation. Offering you his hand, the demon helped you into his living room, only to pull you towards the couch immediately.

It was only after the dimmed lights were flicked on that you realised the couch had become a cushioned landscape of pillows and blankets, your favourite snacks and drinks sitting on the coffee table.

“C’mon, get comfy,” Stolas encouraged you, one hand in the dip of your back. “We need to catch up on the series we’re watching. Plus I know the game you wanted to play just came out. Chat was begging me to stream it but I wanted to play it with you first.”

“Looks like we’ll be busy then,” you mused, dropping onto the cushions, waiting for Stolas to crowd into your space as he always did.

And no sooner had he pressed play on the latest episode of the show he swore he wouldn’t get invested in, he was already lying between your legs with his head on your chest and arms wrapped around your middle.

“Sorry for being so busy lately,” he mumbled halfway into your shirt. “I didn’t mean to skip out on our time together.”

“It’s okay, I understand,” you smiled down at him, twirling his dual-coloured strands between your fingers. “Besides, Satan ran me through a military-style study routine for the exams anyway, so I wasn’t any less busy. Guess we just have to make up for lost time then, huh?”

Stolas hummed, before grabbing the hand that was close to his face and turning his head so he could flutter a lingering kiss against the skin of your wrist.

“Oh, I fully intend to, if you haven’t noticed.”

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[fountainpenguin]

Your fic "Shut Up and Fish" got me thinking... are you implying that Grian's snail is a spark?

"Shut Up and Fish"

"That's hard," Grian concedes, not looking up. The pink snail's watching, its tail patting the dirt. Grian cradles the turquoise snail's limp eyestalk in his hand. Snails are tricky creatures… They don't signal their injuries with the crook of their tails like dogs do, and they're not immune to fall damage like cats. Gingerly, easily, he brings the snail's neck to his chest and gives it a little hug. He makes a little noise. This world is beautiful if you know where to look. "Please," begs the voice in the wrinkles of his damp and dripping clothes. "You'd be a better dad to Tim. You'd be a better husband- I want what YOU have… That's MY life. Give me back my body!" Grian ignores this, peppering sloppy kisses on the snail's sweet head. It nudges into him, cuddly and sloppy and alive. Beautiful, sparked son of a thing. He'll tell Grumbot sometime, but Grumbot might not love to know he's got a snail for a younger brother now. And he laughs again, because it's stupid. It's just… It's really stupid. But he nuzzles the snail and the snail nuzzles back, and the voice in his head wails and scratches at him in the strain of Gem's boat anchor against the pebbles and sand.

In the Pixels Imperfect canon, a creature or build that is portrayed as having sentience beyond that of its basic mob AI (if applicable) needs an AI spark. Grumbot and Jrumbot are perfect examples of "portrayed as sentient" vs. "offhand joke about the build being a child, but not followed through with." Jrumbot is a non-sentient build and Grumbot is a sentient one.

Grian's snail is played as sentient - Grian even makes a huge deal about Scar "not playing the game right and making the snails do things they wouldn't do" - so in the Pixels canon, the snail is a sparked build.

Sparks don't have to be perceived as offspring- they simply embody whatever the intended roleplay was. Grumbot initially referred to Grian and Mumbo as Creator 1 and Creator 2 in Hermitcraft canon, then swapped to addressing them as dads after a certain point (to their surprise), which underscores the idea that in-universe, he is sentient and making his own decisions.

That said, Grian considers the snail his biological son, yes. His baby boy who does crime.

I have some news about Box from Double Life, wheeze...... BigB made it VERY clear in canon that Box is sentient enough to "say its first word," and Ren jumped up and down all giddy exclaiming that he was "such a proud papa," confirming that he sees it as his child.

When they're in couple's therapy, BigB explains that he "knew Ren would like it if Box had a hand so it could reach out and give him a hug." Also, special spotlight on BigB bragging about how "Box is going to need to find a soulmate" because that's so funny. I like how after BigB goes red, he invites Martyn to Box, he says "We look forward to seeing you. That's 'we' as in me and Box."

Shout-out to Martyn and Cleo getting "We will take care of Box in your absence" signed and agreed by Ren and BigB "by law and by will." Sorry you two are horribly broken up, but congrats on ur giant son. They will not nurture it, but they will definitely look at it and go "... Huh."

Guess who has one thumb, canonically wears a monocle and walks around looking like it's been "punched in the face," is technically in the Clocker family tree via Martyn, rocks he/it pronouns, and is heir apparent to Dogwarts in the Neighborhood Watch AU.

#hermitfic #trafficfic #hermitblr #Grian #Box Boys #I'm sorry to everyone who had to read this post #trafficblr #ridwriting #ridspoilers #Pixels Imperfect #traffic soulmates #bigbst4tz2 #Renthedog #divorce quartet #ZombieCleo #Martyn InTheLittleWood #Double Life #Neighborhood Watch #asks #Anon #Hermitcraft #Zombiewood #apparently art #Pix Impf worldbuilding #Grumbot #waffle duo

[marinersubmariner]

AU looks for Rey and Ben

Commentary under the cut

I initially conceived of this as being solely about the hairstyles, but then I couldn’t just make them wear one outfit because different outfits go with different looks, so it increasingly became a very high effort video game character customizer. It’s just too much fun to play dress-up, and what better time to indulge my love of space fashion than with a custom template of my favs!!

I actually do have a longtime dream of making a paper doll set because I love outfits, I love canonverse AUs, and the lack of significant variety in their looks throughout the sequel trilogy has obviously driven me to madness, but. drawing clothing on entire head-to-toe figures is a whole thing. These busts alone took so much time I don’t know if I’d ever finish something more extensive.

Miscellaneous notes and thought processes from staring at this for way too long:

Short-haired Rey/long-haired Ben 4ever

Rey wearing green and Ben wearing blue is my ideal configuration so it’s what I will always default to. They are simply the correct colors, sorry I DO make the rules

Of course this whole thing came about mostly because I wanted to give Ben a Leia hairstyle. OF COURSE. And the outfit is stolen from Bail—I previously made a photomanip of this but didn’t quite complete it (yet?? ehh. why bother at this point). Funnily enough in that manip I had turned Bail’s grey ROTS cloak blue for Ben, and then in the Obi-Wan show they did that same color swap and gave Bail an actual blue cloak. Curse my gift of prophecy

I played with giving Rey Ben’s exact same scar—which also looks rad—but because I overthink everything it seemed more fitting to make it a mirror image instead. Dyad things

The EU did already have a guy with Jason Todd hair, but setting that aside I’m still pretty attached to Kylo Red Hood parallels. And a while ago as I was thinking about the white streak again I realized it would make sense to extend it from where his scar is, symbolic of how death and resurrection would be experiences that stemmed from that initial injury. I’m not a huge fan of his scar being completely healed in canon because I’d rather things have permanent reminders instead of erasing them (which is generally a whole problem with TROS!!!), so I like the idea that it would change rather than disappear. Anyway the cost of resurrection is: looking extra cool 😔

Sci-fi women with shaved heads are very special to me, but specifically in the history of Star Wars I have a deep fondness for Natalie Portman’s buzz cut during the ROTS press. She looked so good, RIP bald Padme

Rey’s black cowl is modeled on Kylo’s TFA cowl, but I also imagined it as the good boy sweater. Either way, she’s wearing his clothes

I know Ben in the standard white shirt is pretty boring, but I needed a low collar to showcase his hair (ostensibly the point of this entire exercise!) and I liked pairing a white outfit for him with a black outfit for Rey, because reversals are the best part of their whole deal. Also: casual space Gandalf the White. Also also: I think I just ended up making him the transformed Beast from Beauty and the Beast. APPROPRIATE. It was kind of tough for me to settle on a look to go with the long hair because it was the Ben hairstyle that I thought worked best with every outfit.

Rey’s green wrap/robe is the most improvised clothing here, just aiming for something nice and green without getting overly fancy. I sort of vaguely pulled from the Chandrilan formalwear we saw on Andor, but I mean, the kimono wrap is a pretty standard Star Wars wardrobe staple regardless. The white mock neck undershirt is definitely inspired by Mon. So you can maybe say she’s dressed in Chandrilan clothes because it’s Ben’s homeworld, and he helped her with the braid because yes I subscribe to Ben hair braiding fanons, I’m so sorry, I’m in too deep!!!!!!!

Puffy jacket! Even more colorful!! To be honest I have throw pillows with these colors and I love them, but I was also thinking to give Ben a yellow accent as a nod to Rey’s lightsaber color. This is where it gets to a point that I could spend days switching out color combos, a dangerous game

This was way more time-consuming than I expected it to be, but that seems to be true of all art projects for me as I get older. Now I gotta try to sustain some productivity and move on to the next one of my billion WIPs. Being obsessed with a dead ship and character for which there is vanishingly little hope of ever getting new canon material is so much work

#star wars #rey #ben solo #reylo #my art

[sunekichi]

My Recommendations For Doraemon Episodes (2005 Anime Edition)

if u know me u know i'm far from being the biggest fan of the 2005 doraemon anime. howeverrrr i don't hate it either cuz i'm a fan, so here's my fav episodes from the series!

p.s. one of my old posts contains many episodes from the new anime, so they won't be listed here bc i don't wanna be repetitive, not bc i don't like them enough!

☆ The Horrors Of Gian's Birthday (2007)

this episode is a birthday special as u can tell from the title and it's also about 20 minutes long, orrrr if we're being precise, it's made of two 10-minutes-long episodes. at the beginning it pisses me off cuz nobita and shizuka initially forget gian's b-day and once suneo reminds them, all 3 of them and doraemon do the most to avoid attending his party. gian isn't the best person on the show and he's full of flaws but having fake friends is horrible...

「恐怖のジャイアン誕生日」 #91

☆ Nobita's Survival Trip (2010)

this episode is longer than usual, about 20 minutes long and it's about a school trip who suddenly turns into a nightmare for doraemon (don't ask me why he was at a school trip just watch the episode) and the 5 kids (yes, dekisugi was with them, too).

「のび太の遠足サバイバル」  #207

☆ Swapping Bodies With Everyone (2010)

nobita needs to finish his homework faster, doraemon wants longer legs, suneo wants his arms and hands to be ladylike, gian wants to know what it's like to be skinny. so they respectively switch head, legs, arms and torso with shizuka. she rightfully gets her body parts back in the end, but i wish doraemon did something about suneo's arms, he seemed truly unhappy with 'em. 💀

「みんなで体をとりかえっこ」 #221

☆ The Indiscriminate Fad-Causing Virus (2014)

the episode starts with suneo and a model (or a woman who works in the fashion industry) talking about current fashion trends and then suneo starts laughing at nobita for not knowing shit on the subject. obviously, nobita initially claims he doesn't give a fuck and a couple minutes later he's crying to doraemon cuz he wants to copy suneo's hobbies, and he obviously needs some gadget to do so cuz he's not good at the things suneo does. 🥱

p.s. suneo and his mom are so cunty, no other family duo is seeing them, ever!

「流行性ネコシャクシウイルス」 #371

☆ Muscular Body Clays (2014)

this is another funny but cursed episode where they change their body parts: nobita, doraemon and gian get muscular, shizuka asks for a longer nose and suneo wants longer legs.

「ムキムキからだねん土」 #382

☆ Halloween And Nobi The Frog (2015)

i feel like this is one of those episodes that every hard-core doraemon fan knows, even if u haven't seen it, u have prolly heard of it if ur here. it's the episode that confirms suneo is one of those (although it's been hinted at for decades).

「ハロウィンとのびガエル」 #418

☆ Outfit Just Give It To Capanna (2021)

after the animation update in 2018 the titles just kept getting weirder and the episodes more boring, are they even making original episodes anymore nowadays? cuz they're always making those horrible remakes of classic episodes... but this is the exception, it's cute as fuck. yeah, once again nobita is jealous that suneo has a passion and is good at doing what he loves, so he asks doraemon for help. it's annoying bc he doesn't want it as bad as suneo does, he just wants to keep up with him (he can't), but all these episodes with the fashion designer thing are nice so i'll focus on that. also it's cute that suneo's mom lets him wear and borrow her clothes!

「コーディネートはスネカパで」 #675

#doraemon #anime #2000s anime #2010s anime #nobita nobi #suneo honekawa #takeshi goda #gian #shizuka minamoto #dekisugi hidetoshi

[tg-pilled]

Touka/Yoriko

Okay this isn't fanfiction (yet) but just little thoughts on their day to day lives :)

Even once Yoriko officially knows Touka is a ghoul and they're dating, Touka still goes to restaurants (not Anteiku Café) and will feed Yoriko food and buy her as much food as she wants

Touka makes Yoriko coffee every morning before they leave for work

TOUKA AND YORIKO SWAPPING CLOTHES AND SKIRTS

Yoriko incorporating cute rabbit patches or rabbit designs into her outfits

TOUKA AND YORIKO GETTING THEIR NAILS DONE TOGETHER (also them teaching Kaneki and Hide how to paint their nails)

This one especially hits hard but at home, Touka eventually becomes comfortable enough to eat in front of Yoriko and so they start having dinner together :( (this is like. WAY in the future.)

At their wedding (yes they get married because I say so) they wear opposite colour schemes. Touka's dress is black with silver linings and a purple lace while Yoriko has a more traditional white wedding dress

When they first start dating, Yoriko not-so-secretly loops pinkies with Touka or will 'trip' so Touka will hold her hand or hold onto her. Touka knows what's happening but decides to embrace it anyways and only calls Yoriko out on it once they're married

Since Touka can't eat human food, most of their dates consist of them staying in watching movies and falling asleep on the couch together. Yoriko LOVES running her hand through Touka's hair and uses it to reassure her whenever Touka might become anxious about Yoriko leaving or PTSD strikes

Touka trains Yoriko for battle in case anything similar happens to them like what happened to Nishiki and Kimi (although Tsukiyama would be hunted for sport if he ever tried anything like that again)

Okay I know by anime law none of the characters dye their hair BUT Yoriko dyeing Touka's hair and rebleaching it (in the same breath, Touka buying Yoriko cute headbands, head scarfs, hair pins, etc. and doing her hair before work)

Touka and Yoriko having lazy days where they just lay in bed reading to each other :(

Anyways I'm insane and I love them more than life itself! If anyone and I mean ANYONE says I made Touka 'too feminine' or 'she wouldn't wear a dress blah blah blah,' I will ignore your incorrect opinion and bite your ankles. Idk why the some people make Touka so masculine all of the time like she's a strong fem lead but she's also a girly girl who likes pink and rabbits like? Be fr

#tokyo ghoul #yoriko kuroiwa #touka kirishima #touka kirishima solos #touka is a lesbian idc argue with a wall #tokyo ghoul headcanon #touka kirishima headcanons

[written-in-flowers]

I’m sure it’s been requested already but Otto Hightower x Rosebud!reader x Emely threesome fic when 👀 👀 👀

A/N: ahhhh actually no, nobody's asked until now but I was gonna do it anyways lmao I absolutely love this old dilf (coincidently I was watching one of his other films when I wrote this). Hope y'all like it! The ending is a kicker.

Warnings: threesome sex, bisexual!reader, oral sex (m. and f. receiving/giving), sloppy kissing, nipple play, breast play, multiple orgasms, slight edging, overstimulation (m. and f.), cum swapping, loads of dirty talk, facials, voyerisum, pantie sniffing (sort of? it's really a cloth she used), Daemon being a creep and Otto being a horny old man.

Summary: It's Otto's nameday, and you have a special surprise for him.

Pairing: Otto x Fem!reader x Fem!oc

***

Otto normally did not make a big deal about his name day, not at his age. But, you did. You started it with a quiet breakfast in your dining hall together; then a stroll through the gardens with your son, Cedric, who’d just learned how to walk. You both spent time with his grandchildren and great grandchildren in the royal apartments. You knew he loved spending time with his loved ones, and you made sure his name day was full of it. Otto never felt so grateful to a person before. Finally, the day ended with a family dinner. All of his favorite people sat together at a table full of his favorite dishes, talking and laughing. The atmosphere remained light and cheerful throughout the evening. 

You’d promised him a special gift later on, and he couldn’t wait to have you alone to unwrap it. You left him at the dinner to ‘prepare’ it, telling him to come to bed in a few minutes. Otto counted them down. His mind whirled with the possibilities. Perhaps you’d found a new position to try or a new place you’d like him to take you. He already knew he’d remove the pale pink gown you’d worn for the occasion; the innocent, light color gave you an aura of purity and innocence he knew you didn’t have. Maybe you’d pretend to be a maiden again, eager for him to take her virginity. When the dinner ended with lots of well wishes, thank yous, and kisses, he walked up to his chambers in the Tower of the Hand. There, he discovered your present. 

Naked on top of dark green covers, you rested horizontally on the bed so he saw every inch of your body. Emely, your handmaiden, laid on top of you, also nude and grinding against you. She was a breathtaking beauty. A girl from the Riverlands, she had dark curls that went down her back and heavy-lidded eyes. His jaw dropped seeing you both locked in a passionate kiss. Emely’s delicate hands groped both your breasts while you kissed; yours grabbed at her bottom, firm and round in your hands. You both must’ve sensed his entry, because you broke your kissing to look over at him. 

“Surprise,” you grinned, head turned so Emely could kiss your neck. 

“A surprise, it is.”

“I remember what you once told me when I asked you about your fantasies,” you said, “When you said you’d like to have two women at once?”

“Gods be good…”

“Well, Emely here is quite experienced in matters of love making,” you planted a few kisses on the woman’s lips, “With men and women.”

“Y/N…This is…”

“Would you like to watch for a while, my lord?” Emely asked him, “You can watch me pleasure your pretty wife or you can watch her pleasure me.”

“Oh yes…yes, I would.”

Kisses silenced both your excited giggles. This time, you made sure he spotted your tongues sliding over one another and rolling around. He walked to the edge of the bed, untying his trousers and sliding his hand inside. His eyes landed on both your chests. Your tits pressed into Emely’s large, supple ones. He saw your nipples brush against one another every time she grinded into you. It became clear why you’d chosen Emely, a lowborn prostitute, to be your handmaiden instead of a girl already in the castle. Her ass, round and firm, looked good enough to eat, and she had large, supple breasts. He ran his hand over his crotch as you spread Emely’s cheeks wide, showing him her ass hole before letting them clap back together. He envisioned the things he could do to that hole; no doubt she’s done it before. She began kissing down your neck to your chest, where she took one nipple in her mouth. Emely looked back to see him beside you, and pointedly flicked her tongue on you. A tease. Otto imagined the small hints of arousal you must be feeling right then. You always grew wetter when doing the naughtier things during sex; the more taboo things court ladies grimaced at. You spotted him playing with himself and reached a hand up to his crotch. Emely helped you tug them down enough to see his cock. 

“I never guessed you’d be so big, my lord,” Emely commented, cupping his balls while you rubbed the front. “No wonder her ladyship rides it so much.”

“It tastes good too,” you told her, “I love swallowing it when he shoots it in my mouth.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait to taste it then.”

Hearing such dirty talk aroused him even further. Separating from each other, you knelt up on either side of him to start undressing him. He kissed you first, your lips stoking a fire deep in his loins, before turning to Emely. Her kisses tasted as sweet as yours. He worried for a moment; he worried he might snap his eyes open and you’ll be gone. It seemed unreal. He’d have two of everything tonight: two pairs of breasts, two asses, and two cunts. He could do whatever he wished with either of you. Otto never guessed you’d want to share him, which is why he didn’t push for a third partner. The moment you both had him naked, you tossed him onto his back. His excitement folded over on itself seeing the two of you crawling over to him on the bed. He rested against the pillows, bringing one woman to each side of him to continue kissing and fondling. However, you and Emely had different ideas. You both rested your breasts right in front of his face. 

It was heaven. Emely and you giggled seeing his marveled expression, then squealed when he started kissing them. He didn’t know where to begin. He couldn’t believe it was happening: two pairs of gorgeous breasts in front of him, slightly bouncing and pressing to his face. He stuck his tongue out for nipples to drag over it; he sucked at whichever got closest to him. Emely squeaked particularly loud when he latched his mouth to one of her nipples, sucking firmly and moaning against it. She jiggled them over his lips to tease him; never letting him fully take it back in, but not moving away so that he couldn’t lick at it. He gave a low groan when you grabbed one of her tits and held it for him to suck on eagerly. He sensed your fingers massaging it as he did so, much to Emely’s delight. 

“He truly loves tits, doesn’t he?” she said, eyes closed as he licked her nipple directly in the center. 

“He does,” you replied, “Why do you think my gowns are so low cut? It’s because my husband is extremely fond of them. I like to tease him.”

“I think I’m going to enjoy teasing him too.”

The thought of having two pairs of tits at his whims made him grow harder. You must’ve noticed his cock twitch, because then you reached down and grabbed the shaft. He started attacking your nipples next, making you moan as he did it. Emely must’ve noticed his cock twitch, because she then reached for his shaft. He whimpered, feeling her hand caress his hardness. She pulled it to his stomach to cup his balls again, and he bucked his hips into her hand. 

“But, Gods, this cock,” she sighed, leaving his side for his hips, “I’m envious. I wish I had one this nice to play with whenever I wanted.” Otto looked to see her take him in her hand and licked the tender head slowly, “I hear you two when I walk by at night, and wish it was me my lord was fucking so senselessly.” 

“He does fuck me so incredibly good,” you whined as he went back to sucking your teats, “He knows exactly what to do to make me…Otto, oh gods…”

His tongue found the middle of your nipple and brushed over it rapidly. His hand found your sex between your thighs, and instantly started rubbing over your slit. Smears of your wetness touched his fingertips, making him spread it over each nipple to lick it off. Emely continued licking his cock down below, flicking her tongue on the sensitive underside then sliding down to his balls. He almost felt his cum churning inside them, wanting to be shot over each of you. The moment he stood straight up, you joined your handmaiden in her teasing. Otto watched the two women take turns sucking on his shaft and head. You both kissed each other over his member, sometimes with the tip in between your mouths and tongues. The light brushes made him half insane. Soon, you both began stroking him together, your tongues lapping against his balls to tease him further. He thought he might lose it right then, but he forced himself to keep hold on it. He didn’t want to finish right away. 

“Put him between your tits,” you instructed her, giving her soft kisses over his ballsack. “He loves that.”

Emely giggled in delight, and squished her breasts around Otto’s stiff member. He moaned at the sight of his reddening dick between her large breasts. It was made better when you licked at the head poking out from the middle. He reached down to pinch one of her nipples, making her whimper every time he rolled it in his fingers. Otto then noticed your hand sliding down her back to her bottom, then disappearing behind it. Emely gasped then laughed when your hand started caressing her pussy. Otto groaned. 

“Would you like to watch me lick her cunt, Husband?” you asked him, sucking greedily on his head when Emely sat her tits on him. “Or would you like her to lick me?” 

“Watch. I want to watch.”

Resting on her back, Emely spread her legs for you immediately and guided you towards her pussy. Otto knelt beside her, his cock finding her mouth right away. Fully in her mouth, he groaned when her lips started sucking him. Otto continued pinching one of her nipples as he looked down to where you were. You’d pulled her glossy lips apart and licked a stripe up her middle. Judging by how your tongue swirled around her clit so expertly, the woman moaning around his member, he guessed you’d done this before. He wondered how many times you’ve pleasured your handmaiden, and how many times she pleasured you in return. 

“Tell me,” he huffed, pushing his dick into Emely’s warm mouth. 

“Tell you what, my lord?” you asked innocently, lapping at Emely’s swollen clit. You sucked up the wetness surrounding her lips, taking each one in her mouth. 

“How often do you two do this to each other?”

Your shared laughter answered his question. “Not often,” you replied, “But we have.”

“When? How?”

“When my lady bathes,” Emely answered, stroking him when not using her mouth. “I can’t help it. I love feeling her gorgeous body, and hearing the little sounds she makes when I run the sponge over her privates. Many a time I’ve warmed her little parts up for you to fuck later on,” she suckled on his leaking tip, humming softly around it from your mouth pleasuring her. “And she returns to favor very eagerly.”

“She arouses me so much,” your voice was muffled by the clit in your mouth, “I can’t help but eat her pussy right after.” You looked up at him, not taking attention off Emely’s pussy, “I’m sorry I never told you. I felt ashamed for keeping it from you, but…I couldn’t help myself. It felt so good.”

“I bet it did,” he moaned. “I don-don-don’t bl-blame you, sweetling. Keep eating her. I like wat-watchin-g-g you.”

He kneeled there, Emely’s mouth working his dick while yours suckled on her cunt. The pleasure coursing through his body to his center made him pulsate on her tongue, which teased and traced the throbbing veins. He turned to see glimpses of your tongue brushing over her glistening clit, whirling and flicking it to hear Emely’s muffled moans. He grabbed Emely’s dark curls and pulled her closer to his groin so he slid further into her throat. Her hums tickled the head, causing him to nearly cum before he stopped. He nearly did again when he saw Emely’s body begin to tense and tremble at your tongue. She pushed her hips into your face, moaning and panting heavily while you hungrily feasted on her. Otto slipped out of her mouth and jerked over her. She locked your head to her body with her thighs, grinding and squirming until she came hard and loud. She only released you after she’d finished, panting on the bed. 

But you all were far from done. 

He rested flat on the bed, and you both straddled him. Otto watched you take hold of him, and press him to Emely’s pussy. She whined from the tingling feeling her sensitive sex felt, but did not shy away or protest. You reached from behind her to rub her wet clit, spreading it open so he could see his head brush over it repeatedly. 

“You’re going to love his cock,” you said to her, kissing her neck and poking him inside her, “I knew once I fucked it I wouldn’t get enough.”

“Gods, I hope so,” she moaned, angling her hips so his tip prodded her entrance, “I hear him fuck my mistress and want so badly to have it too. When she asked me to join, I couldn’t help but say ‘yes’.” 

“Then, why don’t you have a seat?”

Otto plunged himself fully into her, and both of them moaned loudly. Emely started at a steady pace as she rode him; you grabbed her tits to tease and pinch in the meantime. Otto held onto her hips, eyes rolling back at the tight hole squeezing his cock. 

“Come here,” he ordered you, reaching for you before you came over to him. “I want to hear you moan.” 

“Otto…”

You took your place on top of his face, your sex lowered onto his mouth so he could greedily suck on it. The amount of arousal inside you made you so sensitive to his tongue. The combination of your delicious pussy on his tongue and Emely grinding on him caused him to growl. He heard the sounds of lips smacking and the two women began moaning together through lip-locked kisses. He wanted so much to buck his hips into Emely, use her body as he wanted, and feel her cum around him again. But, he stayed put to focus on the hard bundle of your clit, flicking and sucking hard on it the way you liked. He let the both of you use him to your hearts’ desires. At one point, Emely slipped him out of her and you’d put your sweet mouth around his length. You rocked your hips on his tongue, moaning and sucking Emely’s cum off his cock. 

“How do I taste, my lady,” Emely asked, “On your husband’s cock?”

“So delicious,” you replied, kneeling up to kiss her deeply. “Keep fucking him.”

He felt her tightness once more, and this time pushed into her hips. Emely kept still as Otto thrusted up into her and slid his tongue in your pussy. By the way you bent down, he imagined you wagging your tongue over her clit, making her shudder and quake on him. 

“Ooh, Husband,” you called to him, “I think our pretty whore is going to cum again. I think she’s ready for that.” 

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” Emely panted, “Yes, my lady, yes.”

“Then cum. Cum all over my husband’s thick, hard-”

Your words were cut off by Emely’s orgasms. You and Otto groaned at the sound of it, knowing it was you two making her come undone a second time. A few pushes later, Emely slipped off him and laid beside him. It was your turn. Otto did not even have to ask how you wanted it. You rested back on the bed, and let him settle between your thighs. Emely took the spot beside you, and her lips instantly met yours. You shared a deep, passionate kiss as Otto slid himself inside you. Your legs around his waist, he stayed on his knees as he pumped into you. Emely and you kissed and touched each other’s pussies in front of him. It was an erotic sight he never wanted to look away from. In that moment, the world only consisted of three people, and he wished it stayed that way. 

“Your wife has such beautiful tits, my lord,” Emely went from your lips to your chest, where she sucked one of your nipples. “I love touching them when I give her baths. I love her hard nipples on my tongue…on my pussy…”

“Your…Your…” he nearly lost his mind watching her suck on them and listen to her dirty stories, “You do that?”

“Sometimes,” you answered, “On the night you left for Oldtown to see your brother? I let Emely in my bed to keep me warm, and she told me a story about a woman who came on her chest. I asked her how, and…she showed me.” 

The vision of his beautiful wife’s handmaiden using her breasts to cum made him pound into you harder. Emely began running circles around your clit, which heightened your pleasure even more. The sounds of your slick sex on her fingers, and his body slamming into yours coupled with your cries defeaned you three to the world. He tried keeping a simple rhythm to not bring his climax too quickly, but he couldn’t help it. Your tight walls clenched from all the pleasure attacking your body, and he needed to hear you cum. He wanted to make you quake like he always did. Like with Emely, he pulled out to let her taste you on his member; she switched between both you and him, so neither was without stimulation. The slight pause made it easy to come down from the edge while still allowing you pleasure. She audibly sucked the juices leaking out before bobbing her head on his cock and sliding him back into you. Soon, you gripped Emely’s hair and kept her mouth on your clit as your orgasm rocked your body. Otto withdrew simply to stop himself from joining you. This move let Emely drink from your quivering sex, and when she looked up at him, he kissed whatever juices remained on her lips. 

“She’s delicious,” he muttered, continuing to kiss her. 

“Very,” she agreed. “But, you taste equally good, my lord.”

“Even better, in my opinion,” you added, sitting up with her. 

The both of you took a hand and started stroking him again. You each took turns licking at his tip for the droplets of precum leaking from him. Pain struck his balls from trying to withhold his orgasm from them, but he didn’t want to disappoint them so soon. His entire life he dreamed of having two women, yet the values and morals he’d gone by said a man only took one woman. To indulge in such carnal acts was considered sinful by the church. Perhaps this was why he loved it so much; men often craved forbidden things. The fact that his wife enjoyed these things as well only aroused him further. 

“Please cum,” you pouted, playing with your breasts and sucking his tip after Emely, “I want Emely to taste it. Please, Husband? For me?”

“I-I-I don’-”

“-Please, my lord,” Emely said, cradling his balls for extra pleasure, “We have all night to take things slowly.” 

You each continued goading and whimpering until he finally let go. In a sudden crash, Otto gritted his teeth as streaks of white shot out of his cock. He kept his eyes on the two women sticking out their tongues for the thick substance dropping in their mouths. You kissed Emely with a mouth full of cum, giving her what you’d collected for her to swallow. He continued cumming until he ran out of steam, admiring the women at his hips. He let you each continue stroking him while you swapped cum until it was gone. Otto only went down on the bed when you two let him collapse between you. He took deep breaths to collect himself, yet you two continued. Emely and you laid on either side of him again, never letting go of his cock and balls. Small sparks of pain came from the hands stimulating his softening member. He placed soft kisses on each of you, tasting himself in every kiss. 

“Mm, as delicious as I expected,” said Emely, going down his body to suck on him softly. Her lips brought out a newfound sensitivity that made him jerk slightly. “May I please have more?”

“I don’t see why not,” you answered. You joined her below again to slide your mouth over his flaccid shaft. “It doesn’t take long for him to get hard again.” 

“I see,” she nodded, “Especially hearing the number of rounds you two go on any given night.”

“Ladies,” he chuckled, “Please…That’s a bit-”

“-Sensitive, my love?” you suggested. “That’s how we want it.”

“I’ve never had a man give me more than one orgasm before,” she hummed on his head, “I want my lord to make me do it over and over again.”

“Girls, please.”

It became a vicious, pleasurable cycle he never wished to escape. You both continued pleasuring him until he grew hard, then you sat on it. Otto watched Emely play with your breasts while you bounced on his length, unable to fathom how it could be happening. After having a leg shaking orgasm on top of him from Emely’s teasing and his cock, the handmaiden took your place and rode him again. This time, she put her breasts in his face so he could suck and grab them while you licked the space between his cock and her pussy down below. He could feel the flat of your tongue tease his base every time Emely lifted her hips off him. When she came hard and loud again, Otto flipped her onto her back and continued. You sat on her face in front of him, so he could see her pink tongue on your pussy again. He reached forward to touch your breast: one hand groping yours and another on Emely’s. Feeling her about to cum a fourth time, he withdrew so you could finish her off with your mouth. Meanwhile, he hurriedly went around and shoved himself into your leaking sex again. He switched between your pussy and Emely’s mouth, enjoying the mess and sounds coming from both of you. Two naughty, delicious sluts who wanted nothing but his cock drove him into a frenzy. He pulled you off Emely and onto the bed, where he rammed himself inside you until you screamed from the feeling of him pounding you. Emely sat on your face again, letting you tongue fuck her into another orgasm. 

He came down Emely’s throat after he finished fucking you, surprised he could produce more cum after the first time. She swallowed every drop and then watched you suck out whatever was left inside him. Sweat, semen, and slick covered your bodies. His muscles started to ache and weigh heavily from all the activity. He fell back on the bed again, panting and shutting his eyes. You and Emely laid with him but avoided touching his crotch. Neither of you complained when he instantly succumbed to exhaustion and passed out. 

****

Emely waited until both the lord and lady fell soundlessly asleep before making her exit. Normally, she’d stay and let her body rest, but there was money to be made. She’d originally turned down her lady’s proposal for the lord’s nameday present, but when the prince convinced her otherwise, she “changed her mind”. She had no idea it’d be as good as it sounded. The night proved enjoyable for everyone involved, and she knew her patron would be pleased with her report. She tiptoed around the bed to where you’d tossed your cloth after wiping yourself. A small white scrap of cloth, it was embedded with your scent now, wet patches started to seep into the fabric. Yes, he’ll be very pleased. Emely typically stayed away from her clients’ stranger requests, but he’d told her this one piece would keep her comfortable for a long time. Wiping herself quietly, she slipped on her chemise and bodice before sneaking out of the bedchamber. She passed nobody on the way down the stairs, or on her way to the servants’ quarters near the tower. He should be waiting for her in her chambers like he’d said.

When she entered her room, bare except for a bed, table, and dresser, she found Daemon Targaryen sitting on her bed. Black leather doublet over a red shirt and black pants, he rubbed a soft white petal between his fingers. His long blond hair down his shoulders, he looked like the dreamy prince all the women swooned over. He turned to her slowly as she appeared, an eyebrow raised, “Do you have it?”

“Right here, my lord,” she handed him the washing cloth. 

She watched him put the petal away and take the small white square in his hand. He absentmindedly handed her a small leather pouch which was heavy with gold. Daemon walked a few paces away from her, feeling the cloth in his hand and putting it to his nose and lips. She heard him give an audible groan, which was then muffled by the wet fabric. 

“How did she taste?”

“Not like much. Most women don’t, but she tasted good. I didn’t mind it.”

“How many orgasms?”

“I think about four? Five? I lost count, to be honest, my prince,” she laughed sheepishly. “She can go for a while, that’s for certain.”

“Her tits?”

“Warm and soft.”

“Her nipples?”

“Hard and sensitive.”

“Her cunt?” he growled into the cloth, sniffing it some more. 

“Tight, hot and extremely wet.”

“Will you fuck them again?”

“Dunno, my prince. They passed out afterwards.”

“Will you fuck her again?”

“If she wants,” she shrugged. “She’s a horny little vixen, I’ll tell you that much, my prince. That rose loves to sit on thorns.”

It was true. Yes, you were a graceful, elegant, proper lady in front of the King and court, but behind closed doors, your true nature revealed itself. Emely thought it was odd when you’d come to Madam Lottie’s brothel and asked to see her selection of young females. Noble ladies never went into whore houses or even into the city, if they could help it. You told Lottie you were looking for help with ‘personal matters’, and paid twice what a man would. Emely did launder your clothes and sheets. She did help you bathe and dress. She brought you your meals and poured your drinks. She even helped you with Cedric, your toddler. But, Emely served another purpose as well. You worried Lord Hightower might grow bored if he bedded you too often, so she filled in the holes on the nights he couldn’t. She didn’t mind in the slightest. She’d rather serve one horny mistress who was kind to her over a bunch of hairy, greasy men who barely looked at her face. When Prince Daemon learned one of Lottie’s girls left the Street of Silk for the Red Keep, he questioned her about your sexual exploits. The coin came in large bags, and you were none the wiser. 

It’s only business, after all. 

Emely watched Daemon keep the cloth to his lips as he thought. “You’ll bathe her tonight, won’t you?” he asked. 

“She bathes every night, my prince.”

“Good. I want to watch you pleasure her; get her out of the tub somehow so I can see her pretty, pretty, pretty parts…” his voice trailed off as he sniffed the cloth. It started to unsettle Emely. 

“My prince, if you want the woman, why not take her? You’re the Prince. What is she going to do?”

“No,” he shook his head, “I don’t want to rape her. It’s not satisfying if she doesn’t want it.” He licked a spot on the cloth and closed his eyes, “I want Lord Hightower’s slutty wife to beg for my cock before I give it to her.” He put the cloth in his pocket, “Good evening, Emely. Until next time.”

“Until next time, Prince Daemon.” 

With a soft shut of the door, nervousness sat inside her stomach. Prince Daemon was known to get what he wanted regardless of the consequences. She didn’t mind giving him articles of clothing or cloths with your pussy stains on them, but she hated the thought of him taking it a step further. What if he assaulted you? She didn’t want to be a part of that. Emely cleaned herself up properly from her water basin, and then went to sleep. She only hoped you’d exercise caution around the prince. 

Only The Seven know what he’s up to.

***

A/N: Dun, dun, dunnnnn, wow, this was a ride! I really like what I'm doing with Daemon in this series, and I thought of adding him into the mix. I won't give details, but I was wondering if anyone wanted to see rosebud!reader give into prince daemon's creepy desires or a whole ass fic of him pining over her somehow because I'm in a daemon phase atm lmao lemme know!

Feedback's always appreciated too, thanks! <3

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[minquiec]

the ways in which you talk to me jia shows love to hb specifically

Hey god

It's me

Y'know

Again

I'm rlly going crazy w these lately and I don't Know Why but uhhmmmrhrm these were just scenarios I thought of that I think is cute so 🧍

I'm really obsessed!1!1 with this sleeping theme recently?? But anyways here we goes

Imagine if like hobie can't stand sleeping in the heat

Like he hates sleeping in hot temperatures and it drives him insane he hates it so much that it makes it hard to sleep and makes him even more restless than usual (ref my last post that I made)

and he also hates it cause he can't cling to jia as more cause EUEUUGEHH ITS TOO HOT but gf is too far ☹️☹️☹️💔💔

But anyways the scenario was he accidentally slept over at jia's and caught the summer heat in her world at it's WORST (cause I think china summers are hotter than eeenngland?? Idk it was a 2 minute google search don't trust me)

Bro was fucking going thru the motions

Actual suffering it was badddd for him and he thought it was bad back at home

And so it's like maybe 1:26 am in the morning and he's feeling way delirious and semi asleep but also not cause he feels like literal shiet with half a foot in hell

low-key sulking in his semi sleep cus it's so uncomfortable

And jia can't stand it!!! She hates seeing him so uncomfortable it makes her ☹️ awe

So what does she do except start quietly rummaging thru her drawers and closets to finddddd

A fan 🎉🎉🎉 yayyy

And if ur wondering no it's not those folding fans

IT LOOKS LIKE THIS

The design is very human, much wind very good

But anyways while he's marinating in his own sweat she also tiptoes to the bathroom to get a basin of water and a cloth

And armed with a fan and a basin she returns back to bed

And then,,,,ueueueueu UEGRHEH SNJFJEBJE

she'd start fanning him while up at 1 in the morning, occasionally swapping to the basin of water to wipe at his wayyy over heated skin like his face or back etc

(not rlly related but YKNOW WHO SHE LEARNT THIS FROM her grandma pwfhshsh y'know the ones who's DEAD cause she did the same for jia when she first arrived)

This isn't as big as the other one but it's still cute to me is she peels fruit for him

(the way she shows love is jsut very,,asian 😭😭😭)

I thought this cause to me ngl the idea of peeling fruits is soo

It's soooo

💔💔

Cause like imagine a mandarin right (or clementines or oranges idk the difference I'm not a fruit)

Usually when you peel for yourself you'd wanna remove the white fibers in between just because it's nicer to eat that way

If you were to offer bits of your mandarin to someone you're not that close to, you'd probably lowkey half ass it or even just give them half with the peel still attached 😭 (I'm jk)

BUT if it was for someone u care abt

You'd wanna put in the same effort you put into peeling as if it was for yourself

AND ITS JUST THE IDEA OF LOVING SOMEONE IN SUCH A MUNDANE AND SIMPLE WAY

I'm gone ugh

But yes jia peels fruits for hobie

That's it for now I'll probably wake up at one again some other time to add to this

#jipunk #lorerambles

[sleepy-seal]

{hi gale!! this'll be coming in waves so I don't flood your inbox too hard lmao. anyways part 1}

LORE Gale

What was the inspiration for his blue arc?

How was it putting ocean through every trial imaginable lmao

Not exactly LOREgale but why was Swap!Gale's hell Walmart. secondary why was shell in hell in the first place

At what point did the car dealership/rental service/whatever in Nebraska realize that something was Certainly And Extremely Wrong with Gale

Is he ever able to get therapy

Do you think when it was all calm he got some shitty storemade cake to celebrate

Did you ever want them to Go Insane?

Gale and Acher. can I ask about ocean's thoughts on the strange tiny murderous robot turned silly not-so-murderous robot throughout the arcs

Did anyone from Gale's old town wonder where they went?

Does he ever casually turn into a cat and then both people for a day

Has Gale ever gone to the ocean. because I think shell might like that. what was it like for them during Ocean Trip TM

OH BOY!!!!! MY FAVORITE

- the inspiration was partly inspired by, well, the pawn promotion. by becoming a queen lore gale became much more powerful than acher, and therefore much more dangerous. blue was kind of an improvised decision, as one of the main articles of clothing gale was wearing was . well, blue. so i kind of leaned into that a bit. the other part was well. the magnus archives. i made lore gale's character way more jarchivist coded than i intended so i leaned into it a bit, especially with gale progressively Losing their sense of humanity and their struggle trying to accept it.

- it was very fun lmao. they are my webkinz doll i am soaking with milk and throwing against the wall.

more answers under the cut because this is Long and i have a lot of things to say

- swap!gale's hell is walmart because 1) my partner moth goes there frequently and laments about how much of a labyrinth it is and 2) have you Seen walmart?? also the reason why sale is in hell is. um. fraud?? and also being a willing accomplice in and also enabling some of moth's war crimes.

- probably the moment gale walked into the dealership. they were glowing and sweaty and looked like they just got out of a fight (which they did) and immediately asked for a rental which. uh. definitely set people off. also their fingers were blue.

- maybe! once they are financially capable of it at least.

- probably! it would probably be a time when gale isn't in Stress Baking Mode but also too fatigued to make anything so they just buy a single cake slice and eat that. it tastes terrible but it's probably the most comforting thing they've had in a while

- yes. absolutely. 100%

- okay so i will try to simplify it enough in a way that Makes sense but also gives some insight to their thought process.

> gale under the belief that acher Really Is Moth or close to it and treats them as such, upset that "moth" is not really moth. they are also afraid of her

> they abandon "moth" and cut them off for a brief while, sabotaging its plan

> pure fear. they don't want to die to "moth". they briefly consider murder but quickly write it off

> truce. a calm period where gale thinks there may be a chance of redemption and rekindling

> moth comes back. he takes his eyes off acher and focuses more on shell's friend

> neutral, almost unfamiliar. acher asserts that they don't Actually care about anyone and gale believes them. since the real moth came back they can focus on them instead of the doppelgänger of the friend.

> rocky. they are on uneven ground and since the truce is technically off, it doesn't take much for acher to get on their bad side. this is probably the stage where gale is at their most unstable and willing to hurt back.

> truce, but better. gale hasn't quite forgiven acher yet. they can't. but at the very least they trust him enough to try again.

> trust. acher is a friend. they put their full faith in acher on improving and growing, even if forgiveness is not in sight yet.

- sorta? there were people gale knew before they ran away that considered gale a friend, but not the other way around. some of them think that they probably died, and some of them think they ran away because life was just too hard. their family misses them technically, but they also blame ocean for being so selfish.

- YES. 100%. turns out there are multiple benefits to being a cat. 1. is nobody will question you when you are annoying, because that's Just Cat Things.

- THEY HAVE! gale visited gem's cousin jeremy once or twice. he lives in california with his boyfriend, and they occasionally come by for family reuinions. mostly to see gale. but gale LOVES the ocean. they didn't get to see it much but it's always so big and they don't stop talking about the phenomenon that occurs in the sea.

#LOREVERSARY QNA

[bigb-enthusiast]

(Bigb and etho swapping clothes :p I had too many ideas so I’m gonna split up the ask into two. Think of it as an apology after leaving you with pain. Starting with bigb) Etho and bigb are relaxing at etho’s base. Etho left a while ago to go get them some snacks, and you want to know what he left behind? His jacket. :3 Bigb’s conflicted at first when he spots the jacket laying there. Etho doesn’t usually leave without it. Was he really forgetful earlier? Did he need to wash it or something? Wait no, if he needs to wash it, he would’ve put it on his bed or something. Many questions zip back and forth through bigb’s mind until one separates itself from the rest: What if I put it on? That one gets him thinking. If he puts it on, he’ll have to make sure he takes it off quickly too. He doesn’t know how long it’ll take until Etho comes back from the shopping district. Etho doesn’t need to know about this little… experiment. Fueled by a need to wear his boyfriend’s clothes, bigb snatches the jacket up and puts it on. It’s… so… fluffy! It’s like a cloud is hugging you, but jacket! The outside feels nice to touch with its smooth surface. It just… feels nice to wear. Too wrapped up in his comfort, bigb doesn’t hear footsteps or the sound of his name behind him. The thing that snaps him out of his fantasy is when two arms wrap around his chest and a head nuzzles into his neck. Oh. “You enjoying yourself in my jacket?” Bigb can just feel the smirk on Etho’s face. “…Yes.” Bigb admits. He grumbles, “I didn’t think you’d come back so soon.” He was expecting for Etho’s shopping addiction to kick in. “I had someone important to get home too, so I stopped myself from purchasing the entire shopping district.” Well, he barely held himself back. But Bigb doesn’t need to know that. He also doesn’t need to see how beet red Etho’s face is, which is why he’s hiding on bigb’s neck. Bigb hums and the room falls into silence. Before he breaks it again. “I can tell you’re blushing you know.” “Dang it.”

+ Sparrow

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Would you(my followers) still love me if i made bigslab semi canon to my hermit!bigb comics /ref /j

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