#∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹lights out⊹ — ooc

[blondiexbiites]

I’m going to start reblogging gifs of VHS because Maddie has seen some supernatural shit during her long years as a vampire.

And I’m currently watching VHS Beyond. It’s jam packed with Maddie inspo and I love it.

[jubshead]

𝐌𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐚

Paring: Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary: The only person who could ruin a vacation in Italy was your stepmother, but what if she made it unexpectedly better?

A/N: Okay, so this was inspired by the second season of White Lotus and the title is in italian because I thought the english word was too crude.

I hope this isn’t too OOC, let me know!

This isn’t beta read and english isn’t my mother language, so bear with me.

Warnings: Face slapping, non-consensual spanking, dubious consent, unwanted arousal, degradation kink, face sitting.

I hope I didn’t leave anything behind, but if I did let me know.

Word count: 3.1k

Date: Nov 05, 2024

Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome!

Masterlist

Tag list: @jmkjournalblog @thecavalrywife @yourbasicqueerie @polaris-likethestar @riosslut @maevaofendora @yippie-kai-gay @w1theredroz3

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The sun shines through the blowing white curtains and into the bedroom. The last few days in Sicily were cloudy, and as pleasant as they had been, you’ve been longing for a day at the beach. The weather today was perfect for spending time in a bikini and staying at the hotel, not visiting any tourist spots or museums.

Italy is breathtaking. College was wearing you out, so spending a few weeks away from the student mentality is doing you good, it also helps that your father is paying for everything, even if it doesn’t erase the complicated relationship you two had.

Waking up early is mandatory in every vacation and today was especially easy. As soon as you had taken a peek at the open window of your room, you got out of bed. The constant tiredness you felt from your routine had vanished a few days into the city, and you were excited to make the most of it.

Skin glistening with sunscreen, you head downstairs for breakfast. The buffet was set up on a covered balcony with the chairs outside, where you could enjoy the view of the italian architecture as you ate. Grabbing a few fruits and a spoonful of eggs, you head out to find an empty table, only to catch sight of your father’s raised arm moving left and right to get your attention.

This vacation would be perfect if it weren’t for them. 

“Good morning.” You say, settling on one of the chairs.

Your greeting goes unanswered. Your father is back on his phone and your stepmother gives you a mouth pressed smile, doesn’t bother pretending she likes you. Every time you were in their presence, you felt like throwing up. Besides the fact that your father is 30 years older than her, you still hate both of them for the affair they had while your parents were together. 

You’ve always known your father was an asshole, but adultery was the final straw. The only reason you kept in contact with him was because of your mother. The saint she was, begged you to not distance yourself from him, scared you would be alone when she was gone, and how could you not grant a dying woman’s wish?

Rio was a cunt, but you couldn't deny that she was attractive. Your father wanting to stay with her wasn't a huge surprise. It was pretty clear, though, that the feeling wasn’t reciprocated. She was obviously with him for the money, and you were pretty sure she was cheating on him. Karma is a bitch, after all, and your dad’s time has finally come. 

Eating your meal slowly, you enjoy the light breeze blowing your hair back. Cargo navy blue shorts and an open white button shirt hide away your black bikini and when you stretch your arms up, you feel eyes on you. Turning towards your stepmother, you’re greeted with sunglasses covered eyes and a similar blouse to yours, her brown hair is down. 

“I have to get some work done, so I won’t be able to spend the day with you.” Your father tells you, finally looking up from the phone.

“That’s fine.” You reply, shoving a spoonful of papaya into you mouth 

Oh, thank goodness you wouldn't have to stay with them today. 

“Rio will go to the beach with you, though.” 

Your eye twitch at that. Glancing in her direction, you see her tongue poking into her cheek and a side smile, clearly enjoying your suffering. 

“I’m sure she would like to do something else. “ You try. 

“No, no. I want you to spend time together, get to know each other.” Your father and his need to make you two close, this whole trip was all about that and yet you still avoid her like you have done all these years. You’ve never wanted any kind of relationship with her and that wasn’t about to change. 

“Whatever.” You breathe out. 

“Come up to our room. Rio needs to change and I can give you girls some cash to go out and buy a few clothes.” Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. Spending as much time away from her as possible was one of your goals in this vacation.

He leaves his uneaten breakfast on the table and gets up. 

“Fine.” You concede. 

In the hallway, they walk ahead of you and you take a moment to watch them. Your father moves with the confidence of a rich white man with a plastic filled face. He’s in his 70's and doesn’t have the worst body, but if Rio was putting up with him because of money, it must be torture. She was clearly above his level, with black hair, slim body and defined arms. Anyone could see that. She had a powerful aura and walked with a sway to her hips. 

You look up when you realize you’re staring at her ass. 

The white door opens up with your dad's key card. Their bedroom is huge. The entrance leads to a living room with two couches and a coffee table. At the parallel wall to the entry, a large door opens to a balcony with a beautiful view of the mountains, the water constantly crashing against the rocks. Their bed is on the left side and is separated by a bow shaped wall, the other side of the room is the bathroom. It has a big counter with multiple beauty products. 

“I’m off. There’s a computer room downstairs, if anyone needs me, I’ll be there.” He hands you three hundred dollars and goes to kiss Rio. 

He holds her waist firmly and she turns her head before his lips contact with hers. She pushes him slightly back and pat his shoulders, you hold in your laugh. 

“Okay then.” He mutters embarrassed, ruffling your hair on his way out.

It doesn’t take 10 seconds after he leaves for you to turn to her and say. “Look, we don’t have to do this. I don’t want to spend time with you and I’m sure the sentiment is mutual.” 

She fake gasps at you, eyebrows raised and smirks. “You’re gonna hurt my feelings.” 

Rolling your eyes, you head to the bathroom to wash your hands, they feel sticky after eating the fruits from breakfast. You hear some movement in the bedroom and assume Rio is grabbing her bikini. The wardrobe door closes shut and you glance up in the mirror to watch your stepmother's figure walking behind you. You’re one step away from moving out of the restroom when she slips her blouse and shorts off. 

Time seems to stop as you watch her with her back to you, her ass is completely bare and you stare as she first ties the top knots of the two-piece. She bends to pull up the bottoms and you look down to your hands, your breath comes out shallowly, the image buried into your mind.

“Boo.” A voice says, her breath ghosts your ear and you try to hide your startlement. 

Looking up, you purse your lips. She’s standing a foot behind you and smiles smugly in your direction. When you turn around, her face is closer than you expected.

“What do you want?” You ask sharply.

“What do I want?” She repeats slowly, her fingers running through your hair ends. “You tell me.” She stares into your eyes and you squint, grabbing her shoulder and pushing her back.

“Fuck off.” You let out an incredulous laugh. “I always knew you were a whore, but this is beyond anything I’d have expected.” 

“Why? Are you still mad at me because of mommy?” She teases with a fake pout. 

Your entire face closes off and you take a step towards her. 

“Don’t talk about my mother. You could never be half of the woman she was.” 

“Oh, yeah? Your father would disagree.” 

The reaction is instantaneous. Your palm stings from the contact and you gape at her, surprised at your own slap. With your hand frozen in midair, you observe as her head turns back in your direction, her cheek is stained by red fingers and she lets out a breathy laugh, running her digits through it. 

“You are gonna regret that.” 

The apology that was about to come out of your mouth is cut off by the yank on your scalp, your body is forcefully rotated towards the sink and you hold the impact with your palms. The tug in your hair makes your back bend in an uncomfortable way and your neck aches as it’s pulled back. Rio pressed firmly against your arched ass and rested her chin on your shoulder, looking at your startled face through the reflection. Her nails sink in your flesh.

“What are you doing?” You breathe out, partially scared and slightly aroused. 

“Has anyones ever told you that you’re a brat?” She avoids your question with one with her own, you feel fingers running down your waist. 

“Has anyone ever told you?” You return. 

She scoffs as her mouth breaks into a grin, shaking her head left and right. The digits you felt moving through your covered skin grip you with full force and move to the front of your shorts, unbuttoning it. Panic flashes in your eyes as she pushes it down. You struggle against her hold and she pulls your hair harder. 

“Don’t fight it, sweetheart.” 

Breath catches in your throat when her fingers grab a handful of your bare ass. 

“Do you know how I tame a brat?” She whispers in your ear and answers her own question. “I teach her a lesson.” 

The sound of her palm colliding with your backside echoes off the white walls and your surprised yelp follows it. The slap doesn’t hurt, you could bet Rio didn’t put all her strength into it, the worst part, for sure, is that it felt good. The sting brings a delicious burn to your skin and you prevent yourself from asking for more.

The second time it happens, you grab harder into the counter. Words seem to fail you and you stand still, this whole thing feels like a fever dream. You look up at the mirror and see Rio’s eyes completely fixated on your ass, she smoothes her hands through it and you shudder. 

The one that follows is firmer and you groan, unable to contain yourself. Goosebumps mark your skin and your body reacts to the pain, shifting uncomfortably against your bikini.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” She asks, raising her brows and giving you a maniac grin.

“Fuck you.” 

She ‘tsks’ behind you and hums, slapping you three times in a row. The reaction is instantaneous and you hate yourself for pushing your ass back against her. 

“Who’s the whore now?” She asks in your ear and laughs. 

The taunting worsens your condition. Slick gathers in your underwear and you bite your lips, stressed by the way your body is reacting to your step mother. She doesn’t give you any type of relief and smacks you two more times. This torture seems to be going on forever, but you’ve only counted seven slaps. You had no idea how long it would last.

You’re about to speak when she strikes you one more time, with an open mouth, you aren’t able to contain the moan that escapes you and your face lights up like a christmas tree.

“You are so cute when you blush, sweetheart.” She tells you and licks your ear, her palm massages your sore butt and she adds. “Everytime we meet, I just want to have you all to myself.” She pulls back and looks at your pitiful position. Arched back, red ass and shorts bunched up mid-thigh, she runs tongue over her teeth. “When I saw the opportunity today, I just knew I had to take it. It’s so easy to rile you up and the fact that you hate me only makes it all the more delicious.” You shudder at her words. 

She is fucking mental. 

She surprises you for a second time with a spank. Tears well up in your eyes, the sting is worse than before and your arousal is burning you up from inside. The whole situation is making you dizzy, you feel like you’d fall down if Rio wasn’t holding you so tightly. Your neck hurts and you almost beg her to stop, but you couldn’t handle the humiliation, so you face it like a big girl. 

She delivers two more and you screw your eyes shut. One tear runs down your face and you feel Rio releasing the grip on your hair, turning you around to face her. 

“Ten slaps, that’s all. No need to cry.” She runs her thumb over your wet cheek. 

The sink presses against your backside and the cold of it helps with the burn, with your eyes still closed, you take a deep breath. You’re still in shock. 

“Did you learn your lesson?” She asks, her palms holding your wrist against your breasts. 

You stare at her for a second. Laughing at her smirk, you spit right in her face. She closes her eyes, whipping the dripping saliva with her fingers. Her entire face closes off, her patience seems to have run thin. 

She doesn’t say anything else, turns around and pulls you by the forearm. You struggle against her hold, but she’s stronger than you expected. Losing your balance when she throws you on the mattress, you don’t have time to get up before she’s upon you, holding your wrist above your head and kissing you roughly.

You hate yourself for it, but it doesn’t take 5 seconds for you to kiss her back. She’s in full control of the kiss and you writhe beneath her, failing to release your arms. Her tongue runs against yours and you can barely breathe from the intensity, your head spinning. 

One of her hands runs down your side to the bikini bottom. 

You suck in a breath when she separates. 

“I could eat you alive in this, couldn’t take my eyes off you at breakfast.” She tells you, licking your cheek. 

Her hand brushes the black fabric before pushing it aside, you are embarrassed by your state. Her fingers run through your wet folds, circling your entrance as you whine, desperate to be fucked.

“You are pathetic.” She says close to your face. 

Fuck your body for reacting the way it shouldn’t. The degradation turns you on even more and you feel your resolve crumbling. Rio chuckles at the intern battle she sees in your eyes. 

“Don’t worry, you won’t have to use that pretty little head of yours for long.” 

She rolls off of you. The opportunity to escape presents itself and you don’t move an inch, with your wetness sticking to your thighs, you just want Rio to have her way with you. She smirks at you and crawls up your body until she’s stradling your ribs. 

She doesn't put her full weight on you as she squeezes your cheeks and says. “Let’s see if this mouth is good for anything other than being disrespectful.”

You barely have time to understand the implication before her cunt completely shadows your vision. Her bikini is set aside and she pushes her hips down, making you grip her thighs in an attempt to control her pace. Giving up on your moral high ground, you lick a stripe up her lower lips. She hums on top of you and grinds down, her juices smear on your chin and you’ve only just begun. Apparently you weren’t the only one affected by the spanking.

Focusing your attention elsewhere, you leave a hard bite on her inner thigh, taking your hatred on her skin. She moans and sits completely on your face, making it impossible to breathe. 

“You better get to work, sweetheart.” She mocks you and amends. “Before you pass out.”

You fully believe she’d let that happen so with renewed energy, you grab into her butt and grind her center against your face. Your tongue circles her entrance before going in. Hearing her hand grab the headboard, you begin to move in and out. Your pace is rapid and she seems to enjoy it as she starts to ride your face. Sucking her lower lips makes her groan on top of you, so you repeat the motion and squeeze a handful of her ass, making her moan. 

With little breath, you stick your tongue out and let her chase her own orgasm. She slowly moves in circular motion and spreads her juices around your face. Her movement picks up speed and within seconds she’s bouncing against your mouth. You grip her ass tightly and feel your nose bumping against her clit. 

She becomes a moaning mess on top of you. 

For someone who can’t breathe, however, eternity seems to pass as you struggle to keep up with her. She is clearly on the edge and trying to reach her peak, so, in a last attempt to get her off of you, you run your tongue all the way up before sucking her clit as hard as you can. 

Her movement comes to a halt and you feel her body tensing up, her thighs tighten around your head and your ears ring from the pressure. Her orgasm finally hits and she shudders on top of you, breathing heavily and letting out unrestrained moans. 

She collapses beside you and you take the biggest gulp of air you can manage. Your breathing is as ragged as hers and you curse yourself for having a weakness for older women, this shouldn't have happened. 

Silence befalls you for about a minute as Rio gathers herself and you contemplate your life choices. As soon as her breathing is slower, she gets up on her knees in the bed. All your previous worries leave your mind as soon as she’s back upon you, straddling your waist and biting her lips.

She kisses you and grasps the wrists that hold her face, you press your center against hers and let out a whine when she pulls back and gets out of the bed. With a puzzled face, you sit up and ask.

“Where are you going?” 

“To the beach.” She simply says, grabbing a sun hat and putting it on. 

“What?” You rapidly blink.

“You heard me.” Her face breaks into the biggest grin you’ve ever seen in her sulking face. 

“Rio.” You whine like a petulant child. 

She comes towards you and gives you a long peck. Your mouth follows hers  as she pulls away.

“Brats don’t get rewards.” She states and heads for the door, exiting the room with a witchy cackle as you throw yourself back onto the bed. 

[kainuhsblog]

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ where were you ?

prompt it's well into the day/evening and you/piwon haven't responded to an invite to hang out

pairing various!piwon x fem!reader

genre bf!piwon, husband!piwon, whatever you want them to be!piwon

warnings light mode, some sort of worrying from both ends, ignored messages, mentions of food, sho's own is shorter but i feel like he'd get to the point quicker so i'm sorry sho stans, i head cannon'd the tropes for them but they can be whatever you want fr

a/n hi! my promised p1harmony content is here ! one of two actually. the other one is a secret.😉 i had fun writing these, and idk they might seem a bit ooc but let me know. as always, requests are open! hope you enjoy🩷

want more piwon from me ? click my other post ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ i should scold you ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ right here !

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Yoon Keeho

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Choi Taeyang

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Choi Jiung

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Hwang Intak

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Haku Shota

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Kim Jongseob

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Bonus: My Head cannons

Yoon Keeho ⤷Best Friends; bi-weekly shopping trips, always getting takeout, and loves teasing you. you're the younger sister he never had basically. keeho's the friend you can go to for literally anything, and you try to be that person for him as well. especially since you both find shopping to be therapeutic.

Choi Taeyang ⤷Childhood Friends; Met each other in 2nd grade, and you've been inseparable ever since. you know his entire family and he knows yours. your moms became besties because you guys are. they always ship you guys as well. such silly moms, hahaha

Choi Jiung ⤷Friends ... to lovers? you and jiung have been tiptoeing around each other since the sun hung up in the sky two years ago. one day you decided to just start pursuing him, so your advances are laid on really thick. i don't think he knows you're serious though ... you've always been a flirt

Hwang Intak ⤷Mutual Pining; it's no secret to the two of you that you're both helplessly in love with each other. you had asked him to hang out with intentions of it being a date ... thankfully he thought the same thing.

Haku Shota ⤷Best Friends; you two are the friends who love to go on random adventures together. shota's always down to travel with you, and you're always willing to follow him anywhere. he's always a joy to be around, so you tend to spoil him a bit too much.

Kim Jongseob ⤷Strangers to Friends to ?? you and jongseob met at a cafe about a year ago, and as a self proclaimed food critic, you both agreed on the fact that the pastries at that cafe were straight dog water. after talking for a bit, you exchanged contact info with him so you guys can hang out and criticize more cafes. somewhere along the way, he started to fall for you ... but you don't notice any advances from the guy. poor seobie

[sulumuns-dootah]

28. 10. Body worship - Lucifer

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Helltober '24☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

A/N: If priest kink is a crime, just send me to Abaddon :D

Warnings: Religius themes (Lucifer is wearing a priest robe thingy and they're in a church-like structure), and as always when it comes to me writing for Lucifer: I do not own any Lucifer cards so he might be ooc

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Something you'd never expected is that even in Hell were chapel-like structures. One – and possibly the most grandiose – was attached to the Paradise Lost hospital. You've been a somewhat frequent visitor and yet, you've never even noticed its entrance. You even doubt that some of the hospital staff even know about it. Lucifer must've probably had it created in case his father appeared again.

From what he's told you, nobody's allowed to enter or let alone even look and yet, here you are. Sprawled on the altar with the tall demon exploring all the curves of your body with his hands, like you're some extremely priceless piece of art.

The whole situation feels like some sort of ritual and you're not sure if that's a good or a bad thing. There are about hundreds lit candles scattered around the sanctuary, illuminating the space around you.

Above Lucifer travels a cloud of lavender incense smoke. It's scent helping you relax in such situation. Being this exposed in such a holy-seeming place felt very wrong. But then again, you were lying underneath the first fallen angel himself.

“My, how divine you are. Truly created masterfully.” Lucifer muses as his eyes scan over every feature accentuated by the distorted shadows from the moody lighting.

“L-Luci~” you try to reach out for the demon to ground yourself back to reality. The smoke, low light and soft touches combined make you feel like you're in a dream.

Your hands manage to catch his biceps and without thinking they travel further, to his back. The muscles under your touch seem to tense, but you don't notice until your fingertips feel the much hotter skin around the base of his sensitive wing stumps.

All the wounds from his previous wings have healed almost perfectly, save for those two which he didn't already have the strength to fully rip off. Somehow, the remaining reminder of his past always found a way to keep bleeding despite the attempts of all the medical demons of his country.

“Y/N! N-no...” Lucifer's strong hands tear yours off his back and pin them on both sides of your head to the altar below you. The angry change in his voice tells you all that you need to know, and you're pretty sure that if there might be some blood left on your fingertips.

“Aw, I'm sorry. Are you still sensitive a lot?”

“Y-yes...” his voice is soft again, more sad this time. You can't even imagine the pain he's still in, after all those centuries, “But apparently my pain is mostly psychological. Or so I have been told by Buer.”

This hurts you even more. Him still mourning the disappearance of God and the loss of his brother must be still weighing him down. You wish you could make him feel better in some way. You wihs you could make him feel in some way better...

“Luci? Could you lie down instead of me?” you smooth your hands over his chest, now that he released them again.

“W-what do you mean, child of Adam?” a slight blush creeps onto his cheeks.

“Well, you always envelop me in all this love and attention and I want to finally give some back.” you impatiently sit up and start pulling him down, onto the marble surface.

“I-I..” he's unsure, but obeys and slowly lowers himself on the cold stone.

His body is still fully clothed in a fully black chasuble, adorned with his sigil down the front part, making him look like a Luciferian priest. The inside is lined with a steel blue satin, reminiscent of the likes that Papa Emeritus IV. wears during sermons.

As your hands separate the regal cloth and uncover Lucifer's bare skin, the cold fabric makes your hands tingle in parts where it touches. Just as expected, the fallen angel is fully naked and already half-hard.

Once he's as bare before you as you are, you straddle his hips and inspect his body just like he did minutes prior. His pale skin looks so soft, inviting you to lick, kiss and bite.

Up close, after leaning down to his heaving chest, resting against his elbows due to his painful wings, you're able to smell more of the lavender incense mixed with something that makes you feel immensely proud to be able to give Lucifer something no other demon, angel or human can.

The demon can sense this pride and smiles at you, feeding off of it despite him being the original source of it.

A quiet grunt leaves the man underneath you once your lips finally make contact with the skin of his chest. Your warm lips on his cold body send shock-waves throughout his whole being and make him feel tingly like rarely before. Is this what genuine affection feels like?

Kissing your way down, you arrive to one of his nipples and bite around it a few times before sucking the pink nub into your mouth. Just this bit of stimulation alone has Lucifer squirming underneath you and so you smooth your hands over his stomach to help keep him still.

“Nngh~! Y-Y/N!” he moans out, almost making it sound like a beginning of a prayer.

Making your way down the demon's torso, you try to leave as much bitemarks and hickeys as you can to serve as a reminder of your affection for the next few days to come. Once they fade you'll have to create new ones, but you don't mind that fact one bit.

The more kisses and marks you leave, the more prominent Lucifer's huge boner makes itself known underneath you and you can tell each slight move of your hips to lean further down his body only makes it harder for him to keep his composure.

“C-child o-of Adam... Do you not feel the arousal I feel at your advances?”

“I do, but there's so much more of you I want to adore!”

“Y-you've given me plenty of attention, so please, allow me to return that now as well.”

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Shhh... The prompt for tomorrow is Tentacles ^^

[its-weeping]

𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. | tsukishima kei

࣪ ִֶָ☾. synopsis. a small argument results in long-term consequences.

cw. light angst, insecurities, ooc, suggestive stuff towards the end

notes. did you guys know tsukki is actually really insecure about himself?

why did you ever think dating an outwardly rude guy was such a great idea?

there you were, sobbing into your pillow because the both of you had an argument. the whole thing was just idiotic in a sense; the argument started out with a discussion about something stupid but turned heated as you both went on and on.

of course, the two of you had had arguments before but they weren't to the extent that you had to press pause on the relationship.

that was the exact reason you were currently sobbing.

it was never excepted that this argument would have tsukishima impulsively pause the relationship.

you didn't get to cry for long as your eyelids felt heavy and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.

the next day was hell because you had to act like nothing was wrong—like everything was perfect in your life. the most popular student shouldn't have a flaw nor problem in her life. that was the standard you set for yourself to follow.

so with that, you put on a charming smile and proceeded to behave as though nothing was wrong.

it irritated tsukishima when he watched you interact with others in such a normal way, even he was acting more impolite than usual because of your fight. you, on the other hand, were acting as if everything were fine and dandy.

and he didn't like that.

"you know, you can go apologize instead of just watching from a distance like a stranger."

yamaguchi suggests but tsukishima only tells him to shut up, which the green haired boy happily complies to.

how would i even begin to apologize if she's treating things like normal?

the taller male doesn't voice these thoughts, though, as he feels it would be useless to get advice from yamaguchi.

even at practice he notices you're more chipper than usual. it was the calm before the storm, tsukishima concludes finally.

the first few hours of school you hadn't talked with your boyfriend and it was fine, but when the last hours of school ticked by you grew worried.

you knew tsukishima was a stubborn and prideful guy, and so it wasn't a problem when you two wouldn't talk for a few hours. but he would never go to the extent of straight up ignoring you for eight days.

at this point, you were close to breaking down in public because of this. other students have already began noticing your extremely happy mood these past few days.

friends would ask if you were alright and that you seemed off.

you denied answering any of these questions and only resumed with whatever you were doing because you didn't want to worry them.

in light of this, you reacted strangely and this caused students to be more attentive of you.

well, not everyone.

your boyfriend still ignores you—even if you make the effort to try and talk to him.

"oi, tsukishima."

tsukishima looks up from his seat on the floor of the gym and sees kageyama with that serious expression of his.

the blonde only raises an eyebrow at his sudden appearance.

"what did you do?"

kageyama asks which shocks tsukishima slightly, the king would never talk to him about anything other than volleyball—unless accompanied by the ginger.

"what?"

"to my sister."

not even about his own sister.

the raven points at you in the distance. you looked awfully gloomy—actually you've been gloomy all week, but you hid it with a deceiving smile.

tsukishima was annoyed at that, annoyed because you were behaving as though everything was fine, and annoyed because of your fight.

but why was he even angry with you?

it wasn't your fault to begin with.

"i would never do that."

you say, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. tsukishima scoffs at the answer you give him.

"i saw the messages, so don't lie to me!"

"what texts?!"

"the one with that friend of yours! that– that stranger you always text."

it was your turn to scoff at the ridiculous accusation.

"your just misunderstood, kei."

you try to explain the situation but tsukishima wouldn't have it, he was rambling at that point.

"i don't even know why you chose me. you could have chosen anyone at your disposal but you chose me out of what? pity?"

those tears feel hot against your cheeks now.

"no! i don't pity you, kei. why would i?!"

"i don't know, maybe because i asked you out in front of your classmates? maybe because i looked pathetic doing it so you just had to say yes as to not damage your reputation?"

you were shaking in bitter laugher.

"what reputation?"

"you know what i'm talking about! you're popular, you've always been so popular, perfect, likable.. so why? why, out of everyone, would you choose me?"

"because i–" i love you.

the words stumble in your mouth.

"because you're who i want, who truly sees me as me, who i can be myself around. that's why i chose you."

"well you chose wrong."

it felt as if a sword pierced through your heart when you heard those words.

"i need time to think."

"kei, wait please!"

the blonde distinctly remembers you leaving his home with red puffy eyes because of the argument.

"that's none of your business."

he finally answers, but it only makes kageyama more infuriated.

"you better fix it, fast."

is all he says, however, as he didn't want to make a scene.

"whatever."

tsukishima stands and steps to tower in front of the shorter student as he says,

"it's still none of your business."

you were watching the interaction happen with a glum look until yachi taps your shoulder. the gesture makes you turn towards her with a forced smile.

"what's wrong?"

the female student says before any words are spoken between you two.

"nothing, i'm just feeling a bit down today."

"i suppose you've been down for the past week as well?"

her words surprise you and, immediately, you glance at where tsukishima was in nervousness.

yachi also looks toward his direction and 'ah's knowingly—something she began doing instead of reacting loudly ever since you all became second years.

"relationship problems?"

"it's complicated.."

"tell me about it."

the events from that night taunted you, but you desperately wished to vent to someone—luckily it had been hitoka as she already knew about the relationship.

the second year sits on the polished wood floor and pats the space next to her.

you sigh, following her actions and sat on the floor.

"it was a fight. kei, he accused me of cheating and i tried to explain that it wasn't like that but he changed the topic to why i was even with him. he told me that i pitied him, and that i was only in a relationship with him because i didn't want to damage my reputation."

your thoughts become incoherent, unclear, and hard to follow so you pause to try and collect yourself.

"but i don't, i don't pity him– i wouldn't. i just care for him so much and i don't want to lose him. i don't know how to make this right, i don't know how to apologize because this wasn't even my fault! i just.. i just want everything to be ok between us again."

tears form in your eyes but don't spill, the agony of having to hide the frustration seemed to be reaching closer to the surface everyday.

yachi, who had been quietly listening, extends her arm for a hug.

"it's going to be alright, he'll come to you when he's ready to apologize."

"i hope it'll be soon because i don't know how much longer i can put on a fake smile."

you laugh sarcastically and stand up, holding your hand out for hitoka to take.

that was tsukishima's queue to leave the area. he overheard the conversation you had with the second year, and it made him realize it doesn't matter if his insecurities were giving him doubts.

"my duty is my heart."

he would always hear you say. he thought it was stupid, who would make their heart their duty? it was idiotic to follow your heart, that mindset would only get you hurt in the end.

but maybe, just this once, he would follow his heart.

he would follow his heart all the way back to you.

you were bidding some school friends goodbye as it was the end of school when tsukishima approached you.

the tall male looks at you and gestures to a more private place to talk.

"what do you need, kei?"

you ask. you already knew why he needed to talk, but having been ignored for a week straight, you wanted to hear him apologize.

tsukishima hesitates before speaking.

"last week i reacted poorly and irrationally. i accused you of things i know you didn't do, and i.. i'm sorry. can you forgive me?"

you cross your arms over your chest in annoyance.

"you're an asshole, you know that?"

the blonde clenches his fists at the comment as he stares at you in slight desperation. the annoyance in your expression fades as you smile brightly—which confuses tsukishima.

"you're an asshole, but i forgive you. i forgive you, tsukishima kei."

you watch as your boyfriend sighs in relief and relax at your answer.

"you aren't mad?"

"oh, i'm very mad. you ignored me for a whole week and accused me of something i would never do. of course i would be mad."

tsukishima tenses again, but you hold his hand to reassure him.

"but, i still forgive you. i care for you, kei, a lot. i don't even think i could go two days without a good morning or goodnight from you, that's how much i like you."

"i care about you too, so much. i was just feeling insecure and seeing you with other people much better than me.."

you shut him up with a squeeze of his hand and a gentle smile.

"you have every right to be insecure but trust me when i say you are more than enough for me. sure, you may be an asshole but you're my asshole, and i'm not going to replace you with anyone else for as long as i live."

"so you'll get together with someone else in the afterlife?"

kei jests and you lightly punch his arm in response, a smile growing on both your faces.

"i might if you keep talking like that."

"good luck finding someone who's more of a pain in the ass than me."

arrogant as always, you roll your eyes at the comment jokingly.

"it won't be hard."

the words come out as a whisper as you pull him towards you and lean in close.

"that's believable."

tsukishima replies in a sarcastic tone, moving closer until your lips touch.

it was light and soft, like a feather brushing your arm, but soon it felt like a fireplace's heat as the desperation for each other seeped into the gentle kiss.

it had only been a week but that seemed like one week too long for the both of you without each other's touch.

the next day you were layered with familiar purple bruises around the upper part of your body. it was a joy tsukishima decided not to cover your jaw or areas on your neck that were visible.

after all, he was quite generous with them yesterday.

still, your body ached from the fast and needy pace your boyfriend had marked you in—that same boyfriend who was currently eyeing you down.

"what?" you ask in suspicion.

"maybe we should have heated arguments more often if i get to do this to you."

"kei!"

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can you write the sfw alphabet with percy? hihii i thought it was so cute and i really love ur writing style!!

- b 💖

A/N: AGHH OF COURSE I CAN. This is my first request and I’m so excited. I'm so happy you enjoyed my writing :3 Thank you so much for request B 🫶🏼

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PAIRING: Percy Jackson x Reader

WARNINGS: Established Relationship, Swear Words, Possible spoilers for TLT, Kissing, Making Out, OOC Percy.

W.C: 3.05k

A/N: I have not read the books only knowledge I have of Percy is from the movies, TV series, and multiple fics I have read. While making this I have Logan Lerman Percy Jackson in mind but feel free to imagine him as you wish. With that being said this is purely for fun and these are just my headcannons. You are more than welcome to disagree and leave feedback.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Percy is the personification of affection. Whenever he's around you (which is always) he has to have your attention directed towards him. His love language is obviously touch so numerous hugs and countless kisses throughout the day. He's not afraid of PDA hell he's proud to show you off as his. He'll kiss you like there's no tomorrow when he leaves. Only to be back an hour later. When he's with you he will always be touching you in some sort of way. Hand on the small of your back, holding your hand, arm wrapped around your waist any way for him to remind himself that you are not going anywhere.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You would be at camp before he was, it would be similar to his and Luke's dynamic (Minus the betrayal). You would be friends with Luke, meaning he would introduce Percy to you. Percy being Percy would go straight into his usual sassy self. Seeing as you and Percy were much closer in age you and him would hit it off. He found himself as protective, as loving, as sarcastic towards you as he was towards Grover.

After being told that someone he calls a friend would betray him he didn't think it would be you or Luke (He was definitely wrong about one of those) and when it was found out to be Luke he kinda ices you out. He thought that considering how close you and Luke were you had to know. When he finds out that you really didn't know about Luke he lets you back in. Slowly as if he's still on guard and worried about you suddenly also being with Kronos.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Percy is touchy in public when it's just the two of you he practically lives and breathes in you. If you are in his cabin (Which is always because he has his own cabin) then he'd love to lay on your chest, arms secured tightly around your waist, and your legs wrapped securely around his waist. Like a koala on a branch.

Sometimes when Percy has had a rough day he likes to cuddle with you in his lap. Having your hands tangled in his hair while his hands drift from tracing your spine to caressing your hips. Your legs are on either side of his thighs as his legs are slightly bent pushing you further into him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

When it comes down to settling, Percy would love to be with you for the rest of his life. However, the idea of having children with you would concern him a little. Not because he doesn't want kids with you more rather because he wouldn't want to put you or the children in danger. If you guys did have kids he would certainly wish for all boys but the second your baby girl was born he'd adore her with every fiber in his being. She'd so be spoiled and reign over her brothers.

Percy sucks at cooking but at least he's better than Luke. He knows how to cook the basics eggs, spaghetti, blue cookies, etc. He'd always try though. For you, he's willing to learn loving the way your eyes light up when you eat whatever concoction he made up with. Even when it's not edible.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

No. Percy would rather be dragged into the depths of Tartarus than break up with you. Oh lord and if you tried to break up with him. Good luck.

"Percy I think we should break up" "No" "No? What do you mean no this isn't your choice" "You're right it's OUR choice and I said no" "Percy this isn't up for negotiation" "I know I said no and that's it, sweetheart you are not getting rid of me that easy nice try tho" " I hate you" "You know you love me"

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

From the moment Percy saw you he knew you'd be the end of him. He'd be anything you'd want him to be. A friend, a best friend, ..... a lover. He knew that if you just wanted to be friends he would be by your side through everything, If you wanted him to be a lover he'd probably run through camp cheering then run back to you and twirl you around. He'd be yours from the moment you saw him.

The only marriage he saw growing up was his mother's and Gabe's. He knew he would be nothing like Gabe. He would want to marry you whenever you were ready. He would be the best husband he could possibly be.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically Percy is strong. Like really fucking strong he killed a minotaur by himself at age 12 During training sessions, he goes easy on you unless you tell him not to (Even then he's still holding back). Other times Percy would try his best to be softer around you in fear of hurting you.

Emotionally Percy is deflective. Percy isn't the type to sit down and talk about his feelings. When his feelings get too much he tries to ignore them. He asks about your day, he's overly active in camp activities, he's up and about. When it comes to your emotions Percy tries his best to comfort you. He is not entirely sure how to handle emotions too well but he tries.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Percy hugs you as if you are going to disappear. He hugs you any chance he gets. He'll come up to you and wrap his hands around your waist while yours go around his neck. Stupid grin on his face while you and him rock back and forth. Or sometimes when you're busy he'll come up and hug you from behind head resting on your shoulder watching you as you do whatever it is that you're doing. His hands always soothingly slip under your shirts the feel of your skin on his makes him feel at peace.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Percy knew he loved you since he first saw you so of course he would say it rather fast. Most of the time it was a quick "I love you" before he ran off to do gods know what but on your first date he looked into your eyes and practically bared his soul to you and said in the most hushed voice "I love you" as if this time he feared you would disappear or would suddenly realize you deserved better.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Percy wasn't the type to get jealous. Only because he didn't have a reason to be. Everyone in camp knew he was your boyfriend. No one dared to make a move on you especially when your boyfriend killed a minotaur at 12 and is the son of Posiden. However, when an old friend of yours showed up in camp things went a little sour. The newcomer was not only gorgeous with his wavy blonde hair, beautiful tan skin, and piercing honey-brown eyes but he was naturally funny, talented, and really fucking flirty. He'd always be with you and seeing as you were an old friend you felt obligated to show him around. When Percy found out that this hunk was an ex of your good gods was he beyond jealous. He immediately stuck to your side and made sure Mr. Supermodel knew that he was yours and was not going to be replaced.

He'd call you baby, love, and doll in literally everyyyyy sentence. He'd take your hand and interlace it with his and examine your hands together very visibly while you talked to your friend. He'd stare at your friend as he kissed your cheek. While you were mid-sentence he'd whisper something in your ear that would either make you lose focus by giggling or turning bright red while being speechless.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like?)

Percy can hold his breath for quite some time so his kisses are so long you feel as if you'd faint. Percy kisses with his all. Trying to get in your skin basically. He'll wrap his arms around you or pin you to a wall and push himself impossibly closer to you. He loves to kiss you anywhere he can. Your hands, your lips, your arms, your legs, as well as other places of course.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Percy can not be trusted around children. Swear if you left a child with Percy they would learn enough curse words to make Hades himself gasp in shock. If they're older and a bit more hardheaded leave it to Percy to knock em around. With the younger kids at camp, he'd definitely scare them a few times while training.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Percy is not a morning person. Most of the time you'd wake up, manage to get ready, have breakfast, and have at least 2 training sessions before he even stumbled out of bed. On the rare occasions when Mr. D dragged Percy out of bed and into the mess hall Percy would manage to say at least 2 sarcastic comments to and behind Mr. D's back and sneak in a least 3 cuss words before promptly falling asleep with his head smashed into the table.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Since Percy has his own cabin you and him often spend the nights together there. The two of you are entangled within each other grasp. Since your cabin was fuller than Percy's you would stash some of your belongings in his cabin per his request of course so that it felt more like your place too. You had a mushroom blanket that you crocheted years ago that Percy had draped over his bed. It wasn't at all symmetrical or pretty since it was the first one you ever made but Percy cherished it nonetheless. You'd often times sneak out of his cabin with him and go to the lake. He loved to be in the water and you loved to be with him. You'd stay out way past curfew and swim until your legs burned and your fingers were prunes.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Percy would unknowingly say things around you that made you wonder out loud about his past. It took him some time to open up but after you guys got together he'd tell you all about his life over a short span of being together. You'd be in the lake with his arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he told you about his mom. He told you about her smile, her hugs, her famous blue cookies. His eyes would sparkle brighter than the stars themselves as he talked about her.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Percy is impulsive but he does not lack patience. If anything he has more patience than most. He knows this and he uses it to his advantage. Seeing as he makes everything around him into some kind of joke he loves to antagonize his enemies into attacking first so he can learn more about them. The only times when he'd lose his patience is when someone would talk about his mother. his friends, or you in a negative tone.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Percy's mind is all over the place. He doesn't remember which Disney princesses you were obsessed with in 4th grade but he does know the story behind your name. He seems to forget the bigger details and rather latches onto the smaller the ones that others seem to forget about. He doesn't remember your favorite artist but he does remember the beat of that one song you loved as a child but were never able to find the name of.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Percy's favorite memory in your relationship was the moment you said I love you back to him. Percy would always say "I love you" before running off. This time you had told him you were going to sword train with Annabeth and he said that he loved you and that he would find you later he had to see Grover. Percy was shocked when you pulled him back by his armor and kissed him deeply before almost breathlessly whispering that you "loved him too". He practically skipped his entire way to Grover and was blushing the whole time.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Percy is extremely protective over you. Not in an overbearing way because gods know you can handle yourself but Percy would rather be there for you and keep you safe than find you in a position that would require you to protect yourself. In Capture the Flag when you are on the opposite team he finds ways to flirt with you instead of fighting. When he and his teammates stumble upon you and your teammate he tells him that he has you when in reality you most likely end up holding a sword at his throat while you straddle him playfully of course.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Percy will gift you the moon if he thinks it will make you happy. Every morning you'd wake to a single flower from him. Every day was a different flower. It surprised you how he even managed to find so many. Every time you'd receive a flower from him you'd book press them. Yes, it took a long time but they looked beautiful once they were done and framed.

On dates and anniversaries, Percy would tell you the night before to be at his cabin at 10 pm and to dress comfortably. The next day you'd wake up and he'd be gone. That whole day you wouldn't see or hear a single peep from him. The first time he did it you freaked kinda worried that something had happened to him. Grover told you he was doing Percy things and just to be at his cabin. Of course, Percy would be there and he'd take you for a stroll through the forest that led to a lighted picnic area. He'd leave camp to personally get you your favorite takeout, a new book to add to your forever-growing collection, and a new pack of Polaroids for your camera. How he got the money he'd never tell. All that mattered was that these were gifts that he knew you'd love. After the forest, he'd take you to the beach and you guys would swim till well past curfew. Having to run away soaking wet, clothes in hand, giggling manically as Mr. D almost catches y'all.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Swearing. Look swearing is fine we're young adults and there's nothing wrong with it. However, Percy has a really bad habit of dropping curse bombs all the time. Around your peers, the younger kids, hell even Chiron. The face he makes when he realizes he very loudly said "what the fuck" around Chiron is always funny.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Percy has some self-esteem issues deeply rooted in him from his childhood. He'd never consider himself to be jaw-droppingly gorgeous. Not like you of course. You'd tell him how gorgeous and he'd just blush your words making him feel prettier. Eventually, you'd have to knock him down a few pegs or else he'd turn into a bobblehead.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Percy is attached to you. Like deep-rooted attached. He wouldn't be able to focus on anything if you were gone for a long time. He'd constantly think about you and become worried the longer you were gone.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Once you and Percy start dating and he's more comfortable with you he's so gossipy. He will literally be so involved in the tea you tell him and vice versa. When he hears something really juicy from the other campers he practically runs to you to tell you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Dishonest and Disloyalty. Loyalty is Percy's biggest moral. If you were disloyal to him it would sever any friendship/relationship with him (Luke). Along with honesty. If you are loyal to someone, truly care for them, or even just mean well then why would you lie.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

When Percy first joined camp he couldn't sleep too well the nightmare of his mother getting crushed replaying over and over in his head. Eventually with you by his side, he was able to have a better sleep schedule.

He tosses and turns a lot in his sleep oftentimes accidentally bruising you in the night. You'd have small bruises on your legs from where he'd kick you and smaller ones on your arms from where he would accidentally elbow you as he turned. He'd also have bruises from where'd you kicked him back of course he was such a heavy sleeper he'd never wake up and wouldn't notice till days later.

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Isn’t It Romantic?

(Pairing): Miguel O’hara x gn!Reader

(Synopsis): You can’t fall asleep so you decide to look out the window

(Tags/Warnings): Fluff, non sexual nudity, you’re naked in front of a window (no one sees you though), implications of boinking, Miguel is taller than reader (he’s 6’9/205 cm), ooc Miguel?, Miguel uses some Spanish words, and some foul language (lmk if I missed anything)

(A/n): First time writing for Miguel, well first time writing something other than Genshin. But I hope y’all enjoy this

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Lights from neighboring buildings instantly make you regret opening your eyes due to them not being used to the light, but after trying and failing to go back to sleep you decided to occupy your time with something until you start to feel drowsy. Your hand feels around the nightstand for your phone, remembering you threw it on there in a haste. After a good while of helplessly feeling around you grab your phone, you could have just lifted your head up and have the lights coming from outside to help you see where your phone is, but that’s too much work for you right now. You tap the screen and wince at the sudden brightness

A bit past 3…

You put your phone on the bed, screen down and turn your attention towards the windows. Mainly the view right outside

You carefully slip out of your lover’s warm embrace and let the blanket fall off you, leaving you completely bare. With the how high up your apartment is you don’t have any reservations to being naked while looking out of the window. You did a lot more than this in front of this window, like what transpired just a few hours ago

The street below, once filled with cars and city buses now empty with the exception of a single car passing by. “The city that never sleeps?” That’s some bull, but it is nice to see the streets that are bustling in the waking hours be in a state of serenity for a good several hours. With this peace an unusual stillness hangs in the air, an ambiance one would see only in the dead off night. The mood helps amplify a sense of romance you get when looking at the buildings. It feels as if the world has stopped and the only people around are you and your lover, Miguel

Bad romance novel type cheesy, you know. But you just help but think that way

Sounds of rustling sheets and the creaking of the bed brings you out of your thoughts

“What are you doing out of bed?” Miguel asked with his voice husky from lack of use as he wrapped his muscular arms around your chest

“I couldn’t fall back asleep, but I’m fine. You should go back to bed, you barely sleep enough as it is.” You lightly scolded the towering man as you began to caress his arms. No matter how many times you committed his body to memory, you were still mesmerized by each groove, bump, and dip you felt

“Tú sabes, I can’t sleep without you by my side.”

“Damn, now I feel bad.” You chuckled

“Not your fault, mi amor.” He kissed the top of your head. “Pero, why are you looking out of the window?”

“I was thinking this view feels like something out of a romance novel, think about it. You and your lover lay in bed as the lights from the outside acts as the only illumination?”

“It does.” You felt him smile against your scalp

“And the city is beautiful at night, don’t you think?”

“Sí, pero… I would rather look at something more beautiful.”

“God, Miggy…” You mumbled as you buried your face into Miguel’s upper arm. You know he’s referring to you which makes you want to hide your flustered expression from him despite him not having a good view of your face

“I mean it, but in all seriousness you need to go back to bed.” You hummed in acknowledgment as Miguel unwrapped his arms. “Vente, culo grande.” He said while playfully patting your butt

“Hey! I should be calling you that, your ass is bigger than mine!!” You laughed out

God, how you love this man

[6feathered6siren6]

Overworking till sickened

Tigger warnings

Death near the end

Ooc??

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For this past week, it seems like almost everything is after you. First, your boss is giving you so much more work, making you work overtime to just complete them. It’s been pouring constantly, and just today, you forgot it as it said that it would be clear by the time you left your job. Feeling your clothing stick onto your skin as you walk over to the convenience store. You sighed as you felt your back crack along with the breath in. You really just want to grab an easy dinner and go to sleep.

As much as you wanted to annoy Ronin back with revenge, that could be saved another time. You honestly felt too tired to do much after you got home. And after getting yelled at so many times, you were glad you have tomorrow off. As you got to the food isles, you got a text from your boss. 

Boss: <Need these files worked on by midnight, I know you left but get them done at home.>

You immediately wanted to bash your head in. This was the third time this week. You did not want to do this. Like you wanted him dead… wait no, you’re not a killer…  not yet, at least. And you know that you won’t make a hit for Misaki to pick up, as much as you would want to see her in person for the first time. You did not want your boss dead yet. You still have to be paid for your work. 

As you grab some frozen dinner and walk over to cash out for your items. Tying the bag to make sure your food wouldn’t be wet, you walked out back into the dreadful rain. As you walked your way back home, you were in thought, not paying attention to where you were walking and bumped into someone. 

“Watch where you are going, Dumbass— Well, well, well. If it isn’t you, Darlin’?” Speak of the fucking devil. As you looked up, it was Ronin, drenched in the rain as well. When he saw you, the smirk you always associated with Ronin was on his face. As much as you would like to bother him like any other day, you so much wanted to leave and finish up the work. “Damn, Darling. You looked like you just died and came back to life.”

You wanted to roll your eyes, but it must have been the fatigue setting in. All those late night workings and energy drinks must be kicking in. You watched your world almost black with a figure trying to catch you. 

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As you open your eyes, you see a white ceiling and red walls covered in slashers and knives. At first, it felt foreign to you. You swore you didn’t fall asleep here. Heck… You know that Ronin hasn't invited you to be at his house yet. As you sat up on his bed, you felt like your head was splitting into two. 

As you groaned, holding your head, a chuckle was heard from the door frame. “Mornin’, sleeping beauty.” You tried to look at him but with your headache, the light from the hallway felt like it was stabbing you. You groaned in pain when you looked away from him. “Damn… that's bad, huh? But what do you expect walking in weather like that. Or, working for corrupted capitalism and not giving the devil any attention. Could result in you being stuck on my bed.” 

“What… what time is it?” It hurts to speak out just a few words. With your sore throat and splitting headache, you regret walking in that storm, and those overtime hours you put in with your boss. You absolutely felt like shit. 

“Witchen hours, Darlin’.” So it was 3 am… wait… Your work! The assignment that was due at midnight! You tried to climb out of Ronin’s bed, but your limbs felt too heavy to move. As you shakenly stood up, your vision went black again, feeling hands on you, helping you stand for a bit as your vision went normal. “You already fell once, don’t need you to fall for the devil again. Now you need rest, no way, a snowflake in hell, letting you go. Knowing your hellborn stubborn mind, you are just gonna work while you’re like this until you drop dead.”

You were about to speak, but as you tried to say the first word, your throat rumbled into pain. Ronin sat you back down on his bed, and crossed his arms. 

“Serous, darlin’. With the way you seem right now, might as well kill your boss to make you take a week off.” You gave him a glare, and he knew what it meant. He just gave you that smug look you always received when you are peeved. Looking down at your lap, you were somehow in your own clothing on his bed, which was dryish. But you could feel the wrinkles on it. 

As you pulled your shirt, feeling uncomfortable, a hoodie was thrown onto your head. “Those can’t be comfortable, ain’t it?”

You pulled the hoodie off of your head, seeing the black hoodie in your hands. A soft sickly smile was pulled onto your lips. Then some light pink sweatpants were thrown onto the bed. Must have been one of Angel’s. At least she was closer to your size than the over 6 foot man. “Go and change here. I got some meds around here to help.”

He shut the door behind him. Leaving you alone in the red dimmed room. Changing swiftly, now out of the wrinkled clothing, you sat back on his bed. As he walked back in with a knock, he put meds into your hand, a cup of tea in the other. “Drink up and rest, Darlin’. The moment you are better, we are gonna talk. Don’t need you dying just yet.” 

He put his hand onto your head and shifted some of your hair out of your face. Then sat into his desk chair, staring at you as you took the meds and drank the tea. It was able to soothe your throat. 

“Thank you.” You looked at your cup. Knowing that if you fall, you have a devil to catch you and bring you back up.

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A week after you got better, you were at your desk, working on you novel once more. You see a notification on the server. Specifically, “killer chat”, with your boss’s dead body there. He apparently didn’t take ‘No killing my boss’ seriously. Well, at least the email you got the next day said you had a few weeks off to mourn his death since you worked under him. 

The butcher got you the break you needed. Even if you told him no.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Alright, after like a few days, I got stumped and had to rewrite this. But I finished the overworked saga with a sick reader. I'm probably gonna work on oc x Ronin or Misaki next unless I get a request. Anyway, don't be like reader and overwork yourself. Get some rest, drink smth, eat smth.

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[drunkenpixie23]

Ꭲꮤꮖꮪꭲꭼꭰ Ꭱꮎꮇꭺꮑꮯꭼ: Part I

Warnings/Tags: Female! Cenobite! Reader, occasional flashbacks to human Alastor and reader, possibly ooc Alastor, Reader already has a Cenobite look that will be brought up occasionally, mentions of death, torture, pain, manipulation, blood and gore. (Anything in italics during the story is a memory of their past life). Not proof read!

⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

“You’re joking, right?” Vaggie spoke, a hint of disbelief being evident within her voice as she stared at her girlfriend, blinking slowly. Charlie seemed confused as to why she’d say that, soon tilting her head, “what’s the issue? What’s wrong with having a meeting with a Cenobite?”

That conversation seemed to pique Alastor’s interest, who was sitting on the couch there, newspaper in hands whilst he looked over to the two females, his ever present smile seeming to widen.

“Charlie! It’s a Cenobite for goodness sake! They feel no emotion, nothing..what makes you think this one is going to help us in any way? For all I know, she could try to harm you!” she groaned slightly, pinching the bridge of her nose, clearly getting agitated by the whole ordeal. Why would the princess of hell want to be associated with those..things? Thoughts like that ran rampant within Vaggie’s mind until Charlie’s hands found leverage upon the other woman’s shoulders, “I’ll be fine Vaggie, really.” The blonde smiled brightly towards her girlfriend, soon gesturing towards Alastor with her head, “besides, I’m going to be taking him with me.”

That confused the male ever so slightly, and soon enough he disappeared into the shadows, only to reemerge behind Charlie, “I don’t recall that being ran by me!” he spoke, laughing slightly whilst tilting his head, his ears seeming to fall back on his head. Charlie blinked a bunch, looking at the male from over her shoulder before smiling once again yet laughed nervously, “well..I thought maybe you’d want to tag along?”

Alastor laughed at that, shaking his head as well but didn’t argue against it. Perhaps this could be “entertaining” for him.

~~Meanwhile at the Cenobite Realm~~

You were stood there whilst the blue light and fog seemed to swirl around, your pitch black eyes were fixated upon the opening to your realm. You were awaiting the princess of hell’s arrival, hands held directly in front of you. You were confused as to why such a being would want a meeting with one of your kind, but that didn’t matter. However, you didn’t have to wait much longer until she was there, accompanied by a demon clad in red. Oddly, you felt as if you knew this man. As if there was a strong connection between the two of you but..you couldn’t figure out what it was.

Soon enough, a chipper voice pulled you out of your thoughts as you looked towards the blonde female stood beside the male, “hello! Thank you for..actually taking the time to have this meeting with me. Um, I tried to speak with heaven to prevent the exterminations in hell and such but they just..made it come sooner.” She began explaining. How pitiful.

You simply stared at her, face and eyes devoid of all emotion as you listened to her little sob story. As she continued, you sighed, “do I look like the type of being to care about this?” you spoke with a monotone voice. Charlie felt as if your eyes were boring into her, making her shift uncomfortably before her gaze landed on Alastor. The male sighed, still smiling however before holding both hands behind his back, “what the princess is trying to say is that she’d like your help.”

You let out a cold and hollow laugh at the ridiculous idea, shaking your head before taking slow steps towards the two. Your eyes landed on Alastor momentarily, observing him..why did he seem familiar?

You had just gotten home from shopping to restock the food in the house you lived in with your husband. Your gaze shifted around, in search for the male you’d grown to love but there was no sign of him, causing you to sigh, “looks like he’s still at that radio station.” You shook your head, walking past the radio in the living room then approached the kitchen, placing your bags down on the counter there. It wasn’t too much longer before you began putting away all the things you bought then your eyes landed on the strange puzzle box you had found along the walls outside. You looked down at it, picking the cube up in your hand before turning it around as if to get a better look at it. You’d been quite the puzzle “enthusiast” since a young age and yet..you’d never seen one made like that before. Which is what piqued your interest to pick it up.

A few hours had passed and you were sat on the couch, trying to find a way to solve the puzzle box but..no combination seemed to work. Soon enough, your beloved husband came home, “darling!” he called out and it was as if you could just hear the smile he was wearing. You chuckled at that, tilting your head back over the back of the sofa and your eyes trailed to Alastor, “come look at this,” you spoke, smiling before quickly lifting your head back up so the blood wouldn’t flow straight to it and make you dizzy. What you had said seemed to intrigue the male, to which he stood behind where you were sat, hands propped upon your shoulders whilst his eyes landed on the cube you held, “may I ask what that is? Is it another one of those puzzles my dear?” he soon spoke, technically answering his own question before laughing softly.

You nodded your head in an almost enthusiastic manner, one hand soon moving to rest atop of your husbands, “it is! But..I’ve never heard of one like this before, isn’t that strange? Usually any puzzle made would be wrote down in a book. Perhaps a skipped past one..” you muttered soon after, your attention being back upon the puzzle box and a concentrated expression crossed your face. Alastor shook his head a little, tapping your shoulders shortly afterwards before removing his suit jacket, hanging it up on the rail nearby, “well..whilst you figure that out my dear, I’ll prepare some food.” You smiled at his words. In that time and day, it was mainly the women who were made to do all the housework and you were even brought up to do the same. However, your husband was quite happy to make dinner every now and again. You sighed in appreciation, you truly found someone amazing. You decided to place the cube down on the couch, standing up after doing so before walking to Alastor and wrapped your arms around his waist, “oh alas-“

You snapped out of whatever thoughts you just had, a strange emotion creeping upon you. One you didn’t know you had. Who was that man in the memory? Who was the woman? You soon shook your head, not wanting to dwell upon it before your gaze drifted back to Charlie again, “if I do help you with this little problem you seem to have, what will I get in return?” you asked, your voice still holding the monotone sound to it. It was as if you felt nothing again.

However, unknown to you, Alastor seemed to have recognised you. He knew who you were..but why didn’t you recognise him? What was going on? He frowned faintly, although his smile was still as present as ever.

Stay tuned for part two~

@haleypearce

[zhonglicious]

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬 - 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 (𝐡𝐜𝐬)

☾✧ ft. rin itoshi x reader

☾✧ warnings. please take note that this is set after blue lock! rin's a professional player now. mentions of chubby reader. emotional ineptitude, familial issues, child neglect (on rin's part). light angst (itoshi brothers angst included). fluff!

☾✧ a/n. finally writing for blue lock. like most of my works this is done bc i procrastinated on something i rlly don't want to do. god. well either way this might be a bit ooc or not as Exact to rin's character. bear with me here <///3 i may have gone a little overboard. can u tell i love rin itoshi. lowercase intentional :D

⋆ rin itoshi... our dearest rinny... where do i even begin with him :((

⋆ to be completely honest with you, it took you quite a while to get him to even remotely warm up to you. rin thought he didn't need anything or anyone other than soccer. after all, it was the only way he could be by sae's side again, as his brother

⋆ the itoshis grew up in a very neglectful household. sure, their parents fed them, clothed them, sheltered them, educated them, but they never really took care of them. not in the way a child needed to be taken care of

⋆ so all his life, rin has never known affection, not in the way everyone else does. the closest thing he's ever had to it are walks back home, stopping by the convenience store to get ice cream. a hand ruffling his hair gently, a few comments about their last play

⋆ when you were trying to get close to him at first, rin's walls were an impenetrable fortress. his time in blue lock mellowed him out just a little, but at the same time, sharpened his sharp edges even more. rin is blunt and curt with everyone on the team, and that behavior extends to you

⋆ so for the first few weeks, rin is cold and unfeeling towards you. as the team's manager, this was an obvious problem because you needed to know at least just a little about him to be able to do your job properly

⋆ rin viewed your attempts at interacting with him to be... odd. which is the mildest way to word it. he didn't know why you were trying to be so friendly with him, always there to hand him water or a towel after practice. you did it for everyone on the team, but something about it just rubbed rin's brain the wrong way

⋆ he didn't need your help, god forbid your pity. he would rather die than be pitied, which is why your relationship started off on rocky waters

⋆ but over time, rin found himself softening. yes, rin found himself adjusting, and sometimes even looking forward to your interactions

⋆ not just you, even the team noticed how rin starts being less harsh around them. his shoulders are no longer squared, jaw no longer set, and no tension pulling his muscles taut. this, ultimately, is how you start worming your way into rin's heart

⋆ now, as i've said, rin isn't accustomed to affection. he doesn't know how to show it, and he doesn't know how to receive it. however, whether he's aware of it or not, his main love languages are quality time and physical touch

⋆ when rin isn't on an overseas game or whenever he has free time, you guys spend it cuddled up in bed. usually, it's with the curtains drawn and the lights dim or completely off, your laptop on the bed playing a horror movie

⋆ sometimes, rin gets caught off-guard by really well done jumpscares, or he's tense when the movie is particularly suspenseful and/or eerie. he's holding you close to him, your back against his chest, and you can feel how his muscles are tense, almost as if ready to grab you and make a run for the nearest exit

⋆ of course, you've also taken a liking to teasing him

⋆ "are you scared? hehe" "i am not. shut up"

⋆ his answer is a low, embarrassed mumble, and you just laugh and burrow yourself further into him, knowing you're right and that you won

⋆ while all the characters love all body types i just know ong there's a special place in rin's heart for soft, bigger people

⋆ like. look at him, it just makes sense???????

⋆ he would love cuddling you. he's all hard ridges and solid muscle, and your plush skin offsets that. hugging you makes him feel safe, like he's being given a warm embrace that he never got in his childhood

⋆ yes this is me coping and self projecting but anyways

⋆ rin isn't really a big fan of pda. the furthest he'll go is hand holding as you guys walk, or a kiss to the top of your head or your cheek. however behind close doors i know he's the type to just absolutely cling to you everywhere

⋆ cooking? clinging to your shirt or hugs you with his arms around ur abdomen. about to sleep? cuddling the everloving shit out of you, sometimes even puts a leg above yours. just. he's surprisingly very clingy when in a relationship

⋆ he also likes to randomly gives you kisses. you're gonna be doing nothing and then suddenly he's padding over to give you a kiss anywhere he can reach

⋆ now, like all relationships, your relationship with rin has... ugly sides

⋆ rin isn't very in tune with his emotions. due to him emulating sae's behavior, he didn't dwell on his emotions, pushing them aside to find a more logical reaction

⋆ so because of that, rin never really learned to process his emotions. so he has a lot of difficulty sorting out his head, where you have to help him do so

⋆ at times, he seems cold and aloof. this was a point of conflict between you two at some point, because you felt like he didn't want to spend time with you or that he didn't love you as much anymore

⋆ this is especially true when it comes to soccer. sometimes, it's as if you'll always be secondary to his love for the sport. you know that's not the case, but sometimes you can't help but think that because of how absorbed rin is with it

⋆ rin loves you with all his heart but the problem is that he doesn't know how to show it, how to tell you. so you're going to have to be patient with him. he's trying, he really is, because he really really fucking loves you. he's trying his best because you deserve to be given as much love as you give him. so while he may not be the best at communication, by god does he try

⋆ on that note, rin has severe abandonment issues. he needs to be constantly affirmed that you love him, you want to stay with him, that you won't leave him, because he's scared he'll lose the most important person to him again

⋆ rin isn't exactly the "ideal" or the "best" boyfriend, by traditional means. but that just means there's more room for him to grow, so much more room for him to engrave your touch and entwine your existence with him

⋆ rin is unfamiliar to affection, much less love. but now that you've shown him what it's like... maybe he'd be fine with accustoming himself to the feeling

tags: @softbajis (lmk if u wanna be tagged for future works!)

[potatosoupe]

_🌧The Question🌧_

GN!Whitney x F!PC:D

PC has something to say... Note: Whit may sounds a bit OOC because of my writing... ;w;

🌧‧₊˚ ☁️⋅𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Raindrops flew on the air, forming a white curtain to divert PC's attention away from her reality. Yet, she remains anxious, her fingers habitually twirling around her umbrella. It was a rare day when she couldn't find the person she expected to see beside the fountain in such bad weather. She stood there, her gaze distant. Her soul lost in her own thoughts.

"Can't wait to see me, aren't you?"

Something nudged PC's umbrella and brought her back to reality. Right, she came here to say something important to that person. She stepped under Whitney's umbrella and closed her own. They offered her a cigarette, but she declined. There was only silence between them.

"...Will you hear me out on what I have to say?"

She spoke after a long pause to gather her remaining courage. Mumbled while looking down at her feet, tried to hide her uneasiness. Yet her voice portraited it all.

Whitney looked at her, puzzled. Their slut has always been so vocal about her needs and ambitions, but she appeared so small and ponderous today. Whitney didn't force it. Instead, they simply gave her a moment to reassure herself until she was ready to discuss. Still, a light teasing tone came out of their mouth, as it was difficult to resist the urge to bully the slut in some way. Who could have dared to blame them?

"If you wanted to give me a job, you could have just said so." Whitney said as they lightly brushed their hand through PC's hair.

Their silly joke brightened PC's mood. She clenched her fists in determination, motioned Whitney to crouch slightly, and whispered into their ears.

...

The rain seemed louder than Whitney expected, or it was wielding a storm inside their head as a result of what she said, preventing them from thinking about anything else. Whitney looked at her in amusement, clearly not expecting anyone to say that, even if that was one of the few people they truly trusted in their live.

"Well, isn't my little slut full of surprises? No idea you wanted to tie yourself to me that much."

Whitney barely managed to conceal their contentment and excitement while maintaining their usual composure. It's always enjoyable to see their girl drowning in embarrassment, redness took over the tip of her ears, eyes shut in nervousness waiting for an answer. Who could have thought someone would go so far for another person? Not Whitney of course. People feelings always change, so Whitney refuses to believe when anyone wants to make a promise with them. However, in contrast to the haziness of cigarette smoke, they felt a warm sensation fill their lungs to the brim. It convinced them to put their trust in the person standing right in front of them.

Something gentle touched PC's forehead. Before she could even process, Whitney asked.

"What would you do to carry out your wish then?"

That was a confirmation.

[blondiexbiites]

Maddie loves Halloween simply because she can be herself. What do I mean by that? She can turn into her true form and mingle amongst the humans without fear. They'll take one look at her winged, wraith-like appearance and automatically assume that she's wearing a well-made costume. Why, she'll even beckon you to follow her in a dimly-lit area with no eyewitnesses just to take a closer look at her "make-up". Fun right? :)

[rp-guzi]

(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)⸝♡ This Good Son Welcomes You!

H-Hi!

Um...

Most of you will probably end up with my dad having you for dinner, but uh... until then! We can be friends, can't we? •ᴗ•

Let's talk! I'll tell you stuff about me, and you can tell me stuff about you! Maybe we can play some games before you have to... uh...

ᵍᵒ ˢʷⁱᵐᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳ

Never mind! It will be fun! Just don't tell dad I let you out of the cell, OK? Or I can't promise what he'll do... Oh! No no no! To you, I mean. My dad loves me more than that!

I guess I have to get used to some stuff if I'm going to be a cool ghost king like him someday, huh? *nervous chuckle*

I picked out a uh... a name for when I... after I die and become a cool ghost, I mean. You can call me Emerald Gleam Lighting Dawn right now if you want to, though! I don't mind! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

I don't have any powers yet, but I'm learning!

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My shrine paintings:

I hope I do look this cool when I'm a ghost!

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((-OOC

Mod uses They/Them. Gu Zi uses He/Him

Mod is an adult, but character is a child, don't be creepy pls.

CN: Some posts will imply past child abuse that's no longer happening

DMs are welcome!

/OOC-))

[luneariaa]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢. ( 𝐚𝐮 )

❥︎ - ; x fem! reader

❥︎ - 𝐭𝐰 : nanami might be ooc, you both are agents, mentions of alcohol drinking at a private bar but not overly specific. no romance, but more into how i imagined you both meeting each other for the first time.

❥︎ - 𝐚/𝐧 : was listening to some songs by lana and randomly got inspired at 2 a.m.. i might make more of these if i wish to.

☾︎ - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

-✰-

"You must be Sir Nanami. Pleased to finally meet you; I was assigned to partner up with you for our upcoming missions and further."

You begin to introduce yourself briefly upon arrival at the private bar, the place where you were asked to meet up with him by your current boss. Your hair is styled beautifully, yet neatly in a classic type of bun-- along with a rather casual, yet presentable suit outfit.

The man before you is quite handsome, tall and blonde. He definitely possesses a certain charm to him.

"Ah, evening, miss (L/N)." Nanami acknowledges your arrival by the moment you approached him, taking in your overall appearance and beauty. "It's a pleasure, indeed. I was told beforehand."

He extends his hand out for a formal handshake, to which you returned the gesture with such ease. His whole demeanor truly radiates professionalism; a strong, gentlemanly aura, even.

"I'm sure that we'll make a good team on our missions together."

To which you earned a small smile from him while you took a seat next to him on the reserved, vacant chair.

After ordering your desired drinks at the bartender, a short silence surrounds you two, causing you to observe his side profile for a while.

Oh, this man-- surely, countless women or men alike would be swooning over him. Even more so, the reputation that he currently holds.

"I've got to say; you somehow give off some serious lady energy. One that means business, strictly."

Nanami was the first to break the stillness around the air, chuckling slightly. While doing so, he adjusted the glasses that were settled on the bridge of his nose.

He even mentally thought that you look quite gorgeous. "In a good way, that is."

"Oh really?"

You momentarily caught yourself off guard, but you were able to pull yourself together with a tiny smirk on your face and a head resting on your now-upended palm. "How so?"

He sends a brief glance though. "Let's just say, they've told me good things about you-- your record in general. And I must say, I'm impressed."

"Huh, I see." A short laugh was elicited from you, shifting your gaze at the bartender who's starting to pour drinks for two.

"I'm flattered actually. Likewise, sir."

You half-jokingly stated, bringing one cup closer to you as you looked into the drink for a bit. You just ordered a light one, since you can't possibly risk yourself and gotta stay sober at least.

"Just call me Kento, if you wish." He smirks slightly, while his mannerism changes a little as well. It's more casual and relaxed in a way that's quite easy to miss. Slowly, he's getting comfortable.

You merely chuckled, yet didn't say anything for now other than a small nod.

"Well," he begins shortly after, raising his own glass close to yours. "Shall we drink now?"

You agreed, letting your glass clink against his own lightly.

"To us."

The two of you finally took several sips from your drinks with no problems as for now. Everything seemed to be going in the right direction so far.

-✰-

© 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜.

[guardianofthegrimoire]

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

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⋆˖⁺ I am 25+ and refuse to write smut with anyone under the age of 21. 18+ writers are welcome but I will not be shipping with your muse.

⋆˖⁺ I don't often write Due to Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (DDDNE) content but I do explore dark themes. I do not want to claim this is DDDNE free because I will explore it under the right circumstances and I want to help everyone curate their online spaces so they are safe. Therefore, I don't want any minors to even consider interacting with this blog and for those sensitive to DDDNE I do not think we are going to be compatible as writers.

⋆˖⁺ Stolas is homosexual. It does not mean he is closed to interactions with female muses. I ADORE female muses, we need more of them active in fandom spaces. Please throw them at Stolas. Let's get something platonic going. Stolas and I are Stella friendly and open to verses where they attempt to work out their problems so they can co-parent or threads where she knows and accepts Stolas homosexuality and they are friends. We will not accept repeated abuse from Stella muses without OOC conversations about it first.

⋆˖⁺ Ideally, NSFW sexual writing will involve character psychology, relationship development, and be plot relevant. If you have discord I would prefer to write NSFW sexual content privately in a server. I will not require this from writing partners but if we are writing smut here posts must always include read more breaks.

⋆˖⁺ I like writing about dark themes with troubled characters, this is not going to be a light and airy blog. If this isn't for you, please just unfollow. You need to curate your online space, I don't need to change mine for you. That said, if we are writing together and something makes you uncomfortable please talk to me about it!

⋆˖⁺ Communication is very important, and I will gravitate naturally towards muns who are open, honest, and transparent about their needs and what they enjoy. That said, I don't block lightly. If I follow you, it's because I want to write with you. I do not follow for the sake of following someone. Chances are I will approach you fairly soon after you follow me back. I am likely to come to your direct messages because I'm too scared to send memes right away. I will unfollow you if you ignore my attempts to communicate with you. That is a soft block. It doesn't mean we can't follow each other again but it means you will need to make a move to contact me if you want to foster some kind of roleplay relationship/have me follow you again.

⋆˖⁺ Once again this is a side blog, follows will come from @sicariusvoit

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[starletdust]

૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა dwada ratio tawking care of a sawd ftm lil? /nf (nibblez ur arm :3 /silly)

cg ratio + ftm little ( ◜𖥦◝ )

owwwwwww my arm………. aaaaaaah….!!!!!

did only a few but they’re longer than the usual

kinda ooc but isn’t that the point of headcanons

cw // gender dysphoria, talks about chest area

☾ — a lot of the time it can be super exhausting just being… and he knows this, even if he doesn’t really experience it often; he’ll cuddle with you in the mornings with you tucked under his chin while he reads, so he can stay productive but you can enjoy some more rest

☾ — would let you wear one of his shirts, especially when more dysphoric about your chest — he gets the comfort you may get from being somewhat wrapped around him and having a bit more coverage

— this or will be sure to get you comfy clothing in general!! even more stereotypically boyish stuff (jammies…..) if it makes you feel better

— also perfectly okay if you want to stay under the covers all day, he won’t judge you for getting comfy

☾ — if you can, he’d still encourage you to bathe, both because it’s something he enjoys and it’s a way to feel a little less gross. however he knows that it’s probably unwanted to be so exposed, so he’ll dim the lights with maybe a few candles or put some bubbles to make your body less visible!! if it’s too bad to even think of bathing though that’s okay too <3

☾ — if you vent, his first thought will always be how to solve it… he’s trying his best to remember sometimes it’s best to just let it out and leave acting on it for a bit later when feeling better ^^ logic will never fail to be at the front of his mind though

— even if he can’t solve the whole thing, he’ll try and find a way to solve your sadness ( *ฅ́˘ฅ̀*) readin u a bedtime story to get you cozied for a nap or distracting you with some coloring

[“DNI with this post if your blog is: NSFW, transandrophobic, anti-xeno, pro-israel, proship, basic DNI”]

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