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I still don't tolerate the Momo hate she's so very sweet! 🍑🎀

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I know it already has been done before but I’m asking again for a (I hope) future project of mine so another Mayuri poll it is

The question is for the Bleach community, whether you like him or not :

I only put the more well known ones but if you have one that you think is as iconic as them please tell me why.

Of course no makeup Mayuri is NOT included.

Thank you for your participation

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It takes Several Women to redeem a durge

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Looooving the Laios content!!!! If you have any nsfw headcanons for him we would love to hear those too👀

<3 i tried to keep it as gn as possible. reader is on the receiving end

laios wouldn’t really be interested in sexual things unless you ask him about it.

getting intimate with him would have to happen at random or unplanned.

he’s really just content with kissing and hugging you, he’s never once thought of sex. one kiss is enough to get him so high and happy.

please makeout with this man, it gets him going. he loves your lips, the way you hum into his mouth, and the gentle caresses you leave on his arm while you do.

your first makeout session gets him hard. normally, you two only exchange sweet kisses and touches, so he was shocked when you decided to crawl over his lap to hold his face better.

his mind explodes from there.

he’s a whimperer, please guys agree with me on this. a lot of quiet gasps and surprised voice cracks are gonna come out of him.

“mmf… nghh… mMph-!”

he loves it when you tug on his hair, when your fingers dig into his roots and firmly pulling it back while you grind down at him.

laios likes putting his hands around your body, he embraces you while moaning into your mouth, eager for more of your taste.

dont get me started with the whole “taste” thing.

this man loves to eat, we all know that. but he loves to eat you.

the first time is awkward, as he’s not sure where he’s allowed to touch you and he’s quite hesitant.

“i just… don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“laios, i’ll tell you if i don’t like it, okay?

you’re both learning each other’s bodies, and after much reassurance he leans in and nips at your neck.

he’s a… mouthy person. loves sucking on your skin, biting your ear (gently of course), moaning into your shoulder. one thing he loves to do, which isn’t inherently sexual, is to wrap his arms around you while nosing and kissing the skin between your jaw to your shoulder.

he trails his lips all over you, making you giggle and moan at the same time. he just likes feeling you out tbh

laios is def girthy, nothing extreme, just a bit thicker than you’d realize. he’s kind of shy at first, no one has ever seen him like this so he doesn’t know if he’s considered “sexy” or attractive

until now, he paid no mind to his body, didn’t care if people found him hot or anything, but he’s suddenly embarrassed when its you.

“i-is it good enough…?”

“you’re literally bigger than 4 of my fingers combined.”

but yes, please praise this man. tell him you love him and that he’s beautiful.

laios eats up the praise, he has a dopey smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks. he loves knowing that he can satisfy you, it makes him feel fulfilled.

once you actually get to it, his body was trembling from the heat and warmth. he moans shakily while nuzzling his face into your hair, murmuring about how good you feel and how much he loves you.

he’s really loud. he’ll moan in your ear with no hesitation and you tease him about it afterwards.

aftercare with him is comfy and cozy. you both are spent as you cuddle into each other, basking in the afterglow.

he has such a loving gaze, he looks so much like a big puppy that it makes your heart melt.

“that… was really good.” he sighs, lips nuzzled into your hair. pulling back from his chest, you rub his cheeks as you relax into the pillows, staring up at him with a smug face. “i can tell. with the way you came after 10 seconds.”

“please don’t.” he groans.

don’t worry, after a few times he will memorize all the sensitive spots in your body and get you to cum a thousand more.

laios has good stamina and he can go for at least 2 or 3 more rounds. if you’re too tired, he’ll use his remaining energy to carry you to the bathroom and wash you both off.

will unintentionally get hard while he’s cleaning you, so please forgive him for that. he’s just really attracted to you lmao

“next time maybe you can try pulling my hair.” you lean back against his chest in the tub. “or maybe a tug?”

“i don’t know… i wouldn’t wanna accidentally hurt you.”

“……”

“…”

“laios are you hard right now?”

“i’m sorry.”

after that, you both will have a relaxing routine of drying each other’s hair and brushing your teeth before sleeping.

laios is eager to learn more about your body and he’s genuinely excited to figure out what gets you going. 100/10 lover, he can’t wait to go again.

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(afab! MC)

Barbatos: MC...could you spare some time? There's a rather urgent situation at hand.

MC: Of course. When do we not have urgent situations at hand?

Barbatos: This one seems to be related to you specifically.

Child: Momma! *runs and hugs MC's legs*

MC: ...What?

Barbatos: That...is in fact the urgent situation at hand. That child wandered through my time portal. I assume they're from the future.

Child: I am! Future momma gave me permission to come see you!

MC: *notices the physical similarities and holds them up gently in their arms* I see... well you're adorable. I'm really glad to meet you.

Simeon: This is a rather wholesome situation.

Levi: Did I die and get reincarnated into a slice of life anime with MC as the protagonist?!

Belphie: A child that looks no older than 10 successfully time travelled to the correct time and place?

Satan: Indeed. The child seems to have inherited MC's strong magic.

Lucifer: Exactly, we could expect nothing less from MC after all. Their child is as exceptional as them.

Asmo: And just as adorable too! MC, look this way I need to click pictures!

Beel: Is the little one hungry? We should get some food for it.

Diavolo: This is rather wonderful! Yet it feels like a calm before the storm...

Luke: The child is so cute, I wonder who the father is.

Mammon: *blushes*

Mammon: It- It has to be the Great Mammon. That kid has white hair like me.

MC: *chuckles* Say, little one, is your father here in this room?

Child: *looks around and frowns* No he isn't.

Solomon: Hey everyone! Sorry I'm late, I heard there was an emergency-

Child: Papa! *points to Solomon*

Solomon: ...

Mammon: WHAT?!

Solomon: Okay I'm definitely missing some much needed context...

Solomon: But the sight of a child that looks incredibly like MC calling me Papa has delightful implications.

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"Is it true that you had 700 wives?"

Solomon looks up from his book, to where you're laying on his bed, homework in hand. He'd convinced you to take the class "Rhetoric 101: How to win any argument with an angel using biblical quotes" because he'd figured it'd be fun to watch you try to spark up an argument with Simeon. It was a nice perk that you could study together. It hadn't even occurred to him that he might get mentioned in the coursework.

You read over the pages, eyes brimming with amusement. "What could you possibly need 700 wives for?" you ask and he shrugs. "Mostly politics and gaining land," he says but you don't seem entirely convinced. "Might I remind you that this was happening during a period of 80 years?" he says but you just raise your brows at him. "That's still like 9 wives per year, though. How on earth did you have time for that?" you're laughing now, really laughing and Solomon has to fight a smile.

"What, they'd get like a month and a half each before you were on to the next one," you say, wiping the tears on your cheek. "Actually, I never even met most of them," he says, hoping to help his cause, but it only causes you to laugh even harder. Solomon huffs and pretends to read his book again, letting your laughter subside, but once you read the next line of your homework you're laughing again.

"You had 300 concubines? How is that even possible?" you cackle and Solomon rolls his eyes. "That was a rumour. I did not have that many," he says but you're far gone, clutching your belly as you gasp for air. "I'll have you know that having a pact with the Avatar of Lust gives you a very high libido-" he begins.

"Oh, trust me, I know," you wheeze.

He's on you in a second, pushing you down on the bed, a hand on each side of your head. You giggle, when he presses kisses to your face, any surface he can reach, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose.

"Stop" kiss "teasing" kiss "me!" kiss, he whines, but you've only just begun. "Oh, I'm sorry, my lord, it's just I haven't seen you in three years, you've been so busy with all your wives-" Solomon shuts you up with a kiss on the lips and you bury your hands in his hair, leaning into it. He lays down on top of you, using your chest as a pillow, refusing to move an inch. "Sol, you're crushing me," you complain and he grumbles. He presses a kiss to your collarbone and grabs your homework, throwing it into a corner of his room, before getting comfortable again, this time crushing you a little less. You run your fingers through his hair, humming softly.

You both know that it doesn't actually matter how many wives or concubines or past lovers he's had. Sometimes Solomon thinks that it's all just been a build-up, that none of it actually mattered. His real life didn't begin until he met you and he's completely fine with that.

"Sooo, did you have a favourite? Or perhaps 30 favourites?"

"Oh, shut up."

a/n: thanks for reading! find my other stuff here <3

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(Mentions/descriptions of minor injuries, present and past.)

“There, all good.”

“Thanks, Satan.”

Your leg looked much better now that it had been disinfected and bandaged. Not that it was in bad shape to begin with.

Anyone would have thought a dire medical emergency occurred by the way everybody had leaped into action when you fell. Six of the brothers somehow managed to carry you together - one for each limb and another two on the sides to support your back - because they couldn’t pick just one person to help you back to the classroom.

It was incredibly embarrassing. You closed your eyes to avoid making eye contact with any of the other students, but you still heard the hallway whispers and Thirteen’s loud laughter.

Once back inside, Lucifer immediately evacuated his seat behind the podium at the front of the room. You were placed down like a precious glass ornament. Each brother played a different role in patching you up, but you would have been fine on your own.

“This cut kind of reminds me of one I got as a kid.” You twisted your leg around a few times to look it over. “It’s in the same spot.”

Mammon leaned against the back of the chair and grabbed your shoulders. “Are you tellin’ me you cut your leg before?”

“…yes?”

“First time I��ve heard that.” Beelzebub frowned.

Satan nodded thoughtfully, hand on chin, “you’ve never told us this before.”

“Yeah, ‘cuz I just remembered it.” It happened so long ago that you completely forgot.

Asmodeus buried his face in his hands. “How could you be so irresponsible?”

“I was a kid! Kids get scrapes all the time. I probably got it the same way, too.”

“You fell? Well… At least it didn’t scar.”

“Asmo, how d’ya know that?” Mammon asked.

“Because I know every inch of their skin very intimately.” Asmodeus smirked.

Mammon gripped your shoulders tighter. “Ok! Well! So do I!” he growled.

Leviathan came to sit on the floor next to you, looking worried. He fiddled with your pants leg to make sure the hem wouldn’t roll down over your bandage. “So there were other times you got hurt as a kid?”

“I mean, yeah? Bruised my arm pretty badly one time, right here.” You pointed to the spot.

“How come you never told us?” Belphegor asked. He was craning his head up to look at you while laying on the table, which Lucifer hadn’t noticed until that moment. The eldest gave him a push.

Belphegor muttered some choice words and slunk off to get a chair of his own, which he relocated closer to you. It screeched loudly as he dragged it along the floor. Beelzebub just stared and the others flinched, but Satan and Lucifer looked ready for violence until the youngest finally plopped down.

“We’re supposed to know everything about you,” he stated.

“Since when?”

“Since forever,” Leviathan was quick to clarify. “You have to tell us everything, and don’t spare any details.” His sentence ended there, but you swear you heard “the lore…” whispered almost imperceptibly.

“You better not be holdin’ back on us.” Mammon shifted a bit. He appeared to be getting tired of standing, but didn’t want to give up his prime real estate by your side.

“So I have to tell you everything? Like… when a butterfly poked me in the eye?”

A couple of them winced.

“Did it hurt?” Asmodeus asked.

“Did you tear it apart?” Belphegor asked.

“No, I think I was more shocked than anything? Maybe a little? And no!” You glanced down. “Levi, stop taking notes about me.”

Leviathan tutted and swiped out of the notes app on his D.D.D..

These demons and their theatrics. You couldn’t help but smile. “You’re all just overreacting, as usual.”

Satan shook his head. “No, I think you’re under-reacting. There are lots of dangers to humans in the Devildom. You could have gotten a nasty infection.”

Asmodeus gasped, “you could have lost your leg!”

”Or attracted predators,” Beelzebub added.

“On school grounds? Please. At worst I’d only attract Mephisto sniffing around for a scoop for his newspaper.”

Lucifer crossed his arms. You had faith he was going to say something sensible. “At least this isn’t as bad as that time you bruised your rear in the bath.”

There were seven scandalized gasps, including your own. “I told you that in confidence!”

Mammon was yelling in your ear, “how come I wasn’t the first to know about this? Hah?”

Asmodeus lept forward, “show me where!”

“Is it still there?” Satan inquired.

“Do you not trust us anymore?” Beelzebub looked deflated.

“That’s not it, Beel, I just- ack, Levi!” You shouted and shook your bandaged leg as the third-born clung to it desperately.

“It wasn’t my bathtub, right?” he practically sobbed. “Aahhh, I knew I needed to fill it with more pillows. Ahhhh.”

“Why would they be anywhere your tub?” Belphegor took hold of Levi’s collar and wretched him back. By the way he fell, it wouldn’t be odd for Leviathan to get a butt bruise, too.

“If it happened in your room, you would have been there,” you assured, knowing this would start another round of arguing.

The bell signaling next period mercifully rang. You’d never been happier for class to start again. All that was left was to get to your usual seat, which you stood up to do.

“Woah, whaddya think you’re doing?” Mammon put an arm in front of you.

“Going to my seat…?”

“You’re in it, sit back down.” Lucifer said.

You hesitated, giving them a puzzled look. For a moment you considered running past them. A simple cut wouldn’t hold you back, but there were no scenarios where you could outrun them without magic. You narrowed your eyes and sat down as the seven surrounded you again. You got a bad feeling.

“Just make it quick.”

Other students were already starting to filter into the room. You didn’t particularly want to be seen being relocated by these overly doting brothers. You grabbed the edge of the seat as four of them lifted it up, with the others griping about there being insufficient space for them to grab hold anywhere.

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I colored it!

I did it!

HE'S SUCH A LOVELY AND GORGEOUS MAN I FEEL SO FULFILLED! I love him to the edge of galaxy and back!

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Skyrim Saturday Ask Game

hey everyone! since its saturday, i decided to throw together some skyrim asks! go wild, i can't wait to see how ppl respond to these <3

Helgen - Who was your first Skyrim character? Do you still make anything with them/play as them now?

Riverwood - Hadvar or Ralof? Why?

Whiterun - Do you tend to do Bleak Falls Barrow before or after meeting with Farengar?

Ivarstead - How do you feel about the Greybeards and Paarthurnax?

Morthal - Do you enjoy exploring dungeons and ruins? Why or why not?

Kynesgrove - What's your favorite non-major city/town/settlement?

Solitude - Who's your favorite Jarl? Who's your least favorite? Why these?

Riften - What's your favorite guild? How do you feel about their questline?

Markarth - If you could rewrite one questline in Skyrim, which would it be?

Blackreach - What's your favorite enemy in the game? What's your least favorite? Why?

Throat of the World - How do you feel about "Season Unending"?

Skuldafn - How do you feel about dragon priests?

Sovngarde - How would your Last Dragonborn celebrate after the battle with Alduin, or would they celebrate at all?

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My neck and back are SCREAMING in pain, but oh is this worth it. I give you...

Punk Brynjolf

Please do not repost, use, edit etc.

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Your last post but also Erandur. Erandur who loves tld so much more than hes ever loved mara it's honestly a little scary. Erandur whos torn between "i should love mara most of all" and "no, mara would want me to find a love like this its what shes all about." Erandur who, when absolutly and totally and completely lost in fucking tld, doesn't even realize his moaned words of praise have become "rewritten" prayers to mara, in which he's saying tld's name instead of mara's.

I need this priest so bad he's doing something to me

oh fuck you're right!!! again, this one's nsft. minors shouldn't read or interact. i just wanna fuck that priest so bad man.

"This is not right," Erandur groaned the words against your skin, damning himself yet fully unable to stop. He was intoxicated on the scent of you, enraptured by your hips rolling against his and the breathy sounds you made with each new touch.

"Is this wrong?" You asked and the priest knew he should cease this. He'd long ago pledged his heart to Lady Mara - she was his savior, the guiding light that had kept him sane on his darkest days. He had vowed to hold no other above her but the sight of you spread before him, limbs wound together and promises whispered in the dead of night, he found proper prayer difficult.

"Yes." Erandur agreed, though it did little to deter him from tasting your skin once more. Lips danced over your chest and he marveled at your reaction; back arching, fingers digging deeper into the back of his robes. He knew you wanted more of him and gods, he wanted nothing more than to give you every shred of himself.

"Should we stop?" Peering at him through your lashes, he knew. Despite the thick haze of arousal you were offering him an exit. Erandur's eyes wandered along the expanse of your throat and the soft swell of your lips and found that damning himself once more was fairly easy.

"Lady Mara, forgive my transgressions."

"You can pray if that would help," your kind words did not ease the guilt, though Erandur was fairly sure he was beyond salvation. Lady Mara would want him to find a love like this, but how would she punish him for daring to hold you above her? Would she strike down a pious believer for loving you so dearly?

"It is only you that I want." Your lips on his skin, your hands pressing him into the soft mattress, your body clambering upon his. Your little gasp was far better than any hymn when your hips settled against his, a gentle rhythm dragging out every filthy sound he was capable of.

"By your words I am renewed, now and forever." He babbled a sacrilegious version of the prayer he'd repeated for so many years. Surely loving you could not be a sin, there was nothing a priest could do more to honor Lady Mara than love so deeply that it hurt. "Sacred love of mine, it is through you that I am remade."

Thank the gods you were slow with him, allowing Erandur to fully savor every second with you. Your head fell back in ecstasy and his own voice rang through the room, a steady and reverent mantra of your name. Not once did he consider Mara - all that he knew was you.

"Glory be yours forever. I will be yours forever."

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You're probably safest with one of the Morag Tong members, but idk

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Slight NSFW warning? Another Ancano headcanon:

If you play your cards correctly with him, you’ll see just how… eager he is. It’s going to be difficult to turn him on at first, as he resists it all - because he’s an itsy bitsy (very) self conscious - but if you can get him to fully trust you? Hoo boy.

He’s frightened of looking stupid and also frightened of being naked, hence why the prospect of sex frightens him, but once he gets over that fear, he’s damn near insatiable.

Done something he approves of? He’ll ambush you into a little alcove as you’re walking through the corridor to tell you just how much he’s approved. Find yourself with your back against the wall and a breathless Thalmor pressed against you, ready to be kissed senseless.

Caress his ears and watch him absolutely fall apart. It’ll be a “Bedroom. Now. Please?” Situation ™️

Also his hands shake a lot when he’s excited. He trembles so much. You can tell how turned on he is by how tightly he’s holding you and how much he’s shaking (amongst other things). His pulse skyrockets.

I also headcanon that he’s very well endowed. There’s plenty there to wrap your teeth around, plenty to stroke. Plenty to ride, if the mood strikes. He prefers bottoming, and enjoys being a brat about it, but he also enjoys topping occasionally and being praised.

PRAISE HIM. Tell him he’s a good boy, that he’s doing so well, that you want to hear him, that you think he’s beautiful, that you want to make him feel good. Give him plenty of praise and validation. He’ll be wrapped around your little finger.

Sex with Ancano (for my ocs at least) is very him centric. It revolves around wanting to give him a space to be loved and experience indulgence, to introduce him to new things. Of course, that’s not to say he’s a pillow princess - not by any sense of the phrase. He merely does as he’s instructed until he’s told to let loose.

And when he lets loose, you’d better hold on tight. 🥴😂

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Skyrim Ask Game

Feel free to answer either as the player or on behalf of your original characters!

Atronach: If you could summon any character or creature with a Conjuration spell, which would it be? What would they do?

Barb: Do you ever complete the College questlines? Which one?

Cistern: Which Guild Hall is your favorite? Why?

Dunlain: What is your favored type of magicka? Least favorite?

Eldergleam: Describe your favorite obscure location in Skyrim.

Forbidden: If you could choose to betray any Guild Dark Brotherhood style, which would you choose and how?

Grimsever: Which Daedric weapon do you obtain most often? Is it because of the reward or simply a love for the associated quest?

Honeyside: Which house did you buy/build first? Is is still your first choice?

Imperial: In your current story, are you including the Civil War questline?

Juniper: When you need to heal, do you reach for a potion or an entire wheel of cheese?

Kolbjorn: When fast traveling, how do you visualize your character moves from place to place? Do they magically appear or is it a time skip while they walk or catch a wagon? Perhaps something else?

Lakeview: If you have a preferred romantic partner, who is it and why?

Moonstone: What do you do during downtime between quests to unwind? Do you even take a rest?

Nightingale: If the player character was not the Dragonborn, what would your character be doing? What would their life look like?

Oghma: Which deity would you gladly forge a pact with? If able to set the terms, what would you gain or lose in this deal?

Pinewatch: If you could rewrite the backstory of any character, who would it be? What would it be?

Quill: If your character is the Dragonborn, how do they want their story to be told? Sung in a song, penned in a poem, written in a lengthy tome, etc.

Ruin: Is there anywhere in Skyrim you refuse to enter? Why?

Stalhrim: When adventuring, do you prefer robes or armor? Do you change into a more casual outfit between quests?

Thane: If thrust into a position of power such as a Jarl or a particularly influential Thane, how would you react? What kind of ruler would you be?

Understone: Do you respond to summons sent by the Jarls as you become more well known? To you, are the requests for your aid respectful or demanding?

Vigilant: Are your characters religious? Which deity do they follow, and how do they worship? If not, why?

Windstad: If you could join any enemy factions (bandits, necromancers, etc) which would it be?

Xylo: If you use melee/ranged weapons instead of magicka, how did your character train to use that weapon? Where did they learn?

Yngol: Does your character have any tattoos or use any cosmetics (war paint or traditional make up)? What meaning do they have?

Zephyr: What is your character's favorite meal? Is it from the base game, a DLC, or something not included that you feel they'd just love?

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