#A lot and idk how to feel about it. I mean i like it i think but. Talking to people is weird. I dont mind. To be honest this is probably li

[dannyriccsystem]

I love your writing!! Could you please do the drivers being soooo angry at the world and everyone’s scared to approach them but they’re soft for you(idk if that makes sense)

YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SPRING HAS SPRUNG!

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS X READER

SUMMARY: When you’re the only one they can tolerate when they’re angry!

OVERALL W.C: 2.6k

WARNINGS: Mean drivers (soft with you), Y/N usage, not proofread

FEATURING: MV1, DR3, LN4, KA12, CL16, CS55, GR63, OP81

MAX VERSTAPPEN - MV1

When Max was mad, everyone in the paddock knew. After the outcome of the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, the air was undeniably tense. Your boyfriend was reasonably upset with his penalty— He didn’t want to deny and say it was unfair, because it wasn’t, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to be upset about it.

It didn’t help that the FIA had cornered him immediately afterwards and lectured him on his censorship. He could write four thousand paragraphs on that topic alone, but he didn’t need to get into it right now. The 2025 season had been undeniably shit for Max overall. With all the booing and the RedBull seat switching. It was a pain for everyone.

Everyone seemed to be walking on glass, unsure of how to approach the angry man, currently holding the title of 2024 champion. It was a lot to handle. The RB garage was scurrying around, trying to get things straight. Then you walked in.

One of the mechanics tried to warn you, but you brushed off the incessant complaining and walked right over to the Mad Max. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the surprise blow up, but it never came. He seemed to melt in his seat right then and there, staring up at you with such gentle eyes.

“Hi Max,” You whispered in that sweet voice he loved as you situated yourself to stand between his legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist, staring up at you.

“Lieverd,” He greeted, pressing a kiss to your clothed stomach. “Did you enjoy the race?” He asked it so casually, as if nothing was upsetting him and nothing went wrong. You were so capable of washing his concerns away, it astounded even Max.

“It was good, although a little frustrating.” Prying eyes figured now would be the time. You brought up his mistakes, so the only reasonable plan of action was to scold you like the mad man he was. But no, Max just chuckled and nodded.

“I know it better than anyone else.” You took a step back to let him stand up, his hand finding yours. “I’m just glad we get a week off now.” You both exited the garage, hand in hand. Meanwhile, the remaining staff members all locked eyes, unsure if anyone would believe them when they inevitably told the entire paddock about the astounding spectacle.

—

DANIEL RICCIARDO - DR3

It had been a really tough race for Daniel. He was typically a very positive and charismatic guy— Most people found that it was easy to love Danny, because no matter what happened, he tried to keep a positive attitude about it. This time was different.

He was approached by his engineer after his crash. Normally they’d discuss what went wrong, but instead, Danny brushed him off. He screamed in anger, clearly feeling immensely unsatisfied with his performance, as well as how the team was treating him.

You saw this. You saw him be angry and dismissive, but you approached anyway, because Danny needed you. You just knew it. Before he could even take his helmet off, you were standing before him. If you were anyone else, he might have shoved you aside or barked a comment at you, but instead he just pulled you into his arms, clinging to you tightly.

“Worst fucking race ever,” He’d mutter. He sounded harsh, but his voice was rid of malice. He slipped his helmet off and set it aside, allowing him to bury your face in your neck, inhaling your scent.

You ran your fingers through his curls, humming a low tune. “I’m still proud.” You could feel him smile against you. It was a seemingly slow process, but eventually his lips curved up into that grin you knew and loved. “It’s one bad performance out of many.”

“Yeah, I know.” He muttered, only audible to you. He was always like this, seeking comfort in your relaxing presence. When he pulled away, his hands were still upon your hip. “I think I’d be lost without you.”

“Glad you recognize that,” The two of you shared a laugh.

—

LANDO NORRIS - LN4

Lando had been pissed off all day. He showed up to the MTC in a bad mood, and it was very obvious to everyone. Nobody tried to ask why, because it seemed like every syllable directed towards him just put Lando in a worse mood.

He carried out the rest of the day feeling crappy. He didn’t seem to retain any of the information from the meetings, got nothing productive done, and ended up making them re-film a video for the Mclaren youtube channel like eight times. It was beginning to get uncomfortable for everyone else.

He was excused early, and told to go home and get some rest. When he arrived to the hotel you were both staying at, he still seemed fairly mad. He was just angry with the world, harboring a negative feeling from his performance at the last race.

Lando wanted nothing more than to scream and shout when he came back, but when he saw you lying on the bed looking so soft and sweet, it all melted away. You grinned at him, and for the first time all day he smiled back.

“It’s a little early, isn’t it?” You questioned with the tilt of your head. He didn’t answer, he just dived into the bed beside you, immediately encasing you in all his limbs. You laughed, your own arms finding his body immediately, and hugging him close.

“I missed you.” He finally spoke, his voice a whisper against your neck. He laid a few sloppy kisses there, just upon instinct.

“I missed you too.” You had never seen him behave in such a way. Lando was always somewhat clingy, but this was different. He seemed entirely dependent for a moment. Not that you were complaining.

You were just what he needed in that moment.

—

KIMI ANTONELLI - KA12

It was hard to imagine Kimi Antonelli truly angry. He seemed so happy most of the time, which is why it took everyone by surprise. Nothing should have angered him, either. He qualified quite high, especially for a rookie. But for some unknown reason, he was pissed.

The problem is, he had a hard time looking angry. He sort of just looked monotone from afar, but when anyone tried to talk to him, he’d get snappy and dismissive and the other person would eventually just leave him alone. It was weird. Even Ollie had trouble communicating with the guy.

“Kimi-” He heard your voice, and he immediately perked up. His head swiveled around the Mercedes garage, and his eyes immediately locked into you. You were talking with George, that sort of awed look on your face. He couldn’t hear the conversation, but he could assume it was about him.

When George finished talking you gave a confused look and shook your head, pushing past him. “Kimi you did great today!” Everyone watched, waiting to see what he would say. What sort of backhanded comment would he make this time? Hopefully someone had a tissue, he might even make you cry.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He had a boyish grin on his face, and he appeared somewhat dreamy as he stood up to greet you. He kissed your hand politely, and then both of your cheeks. “Did you see? I qualified P5!”

It was incredible. No anger, no disrespect, no snappy attitude.

“I did see! You’re doing so good this year.” Everyone claimed it was solely because of the team. He raced for Mercedes, of course he’d do good. Maybe that’s why he was upset, because whenever he received a compliment, it always seemed like it was directed towards the car rather than him.

But you… You were supporting him. He gave you a cheeky kiss on the lips, whispering in a soft giggle, “Grazie, cara mia…”

—

CHARLES LECLERC - CL16

The day had been especially rough for Charles. It was almost as if the whole world was pitted against him. The team strategies had been extra disappointed, he was continuously receiving hate for his performance, and the pit wall was being extra frustrating today. After the race, he seemed rigid and cold towards the rest of the team.

He stormed off to his drivers room, trying to seem as polite as physically possible when he was experiencing this sort of rage. He sat down on the sofa, burying his head in his hands. He felt like the next person he saw was going to end up getting decked in the face— Which was ironic, because soon after the thought crossed his mind, the door creaked open.

“What-” He spat out bitterly, but froze when he saw you. You looked surprised, mouth slightly agape. His demeanor melted away into something softer, his brows knitted together in an expression that was damn near pathetic. “Sorry, I didn’t know it was you.”

You carefully shut the door behind you, and then leaned back against it. It was silent for a moment, filled with comfortable eye contact as you let him adjust to your presence. He appreciated how understanding you always were. At times, Charles felt like he was taking you for granted.

“I know you’re upset,” You murmured quietly. You finally pushed away from the door and sat beside him, your shoulders brushing. He flinched at first, and then leaned his head over to rest on your shoulder. You hummed, following his lead and pressing your own head against his. “We don’t have to talk about it if you—”

“I don’t,” He spoke shortly and softly. You pursed your lips into a sad smile, nodding with understanding. “Thank you.” He shut his eyes, letting himself relax as he softened beside you.

—

CARLOS SAINZ - CS55

When you stepped foot into the Williams garage, you were faced with the unpleasantry of stares and quiet whispers. You glanced around yourself at the mechanics and other staff, who were acting rather shifty. It had never been like before; you were typically greeted with kindness, but right now you felt somewhat alienated.

You continued walking, brushing past the odd behavior, hoping that you weren’t the root of the problem. You figured Carlos was in his driver’s room, because he wasn’t present amongst the others. You put your hand on the door knob, but one of the mechanics rushed over to stop you.

“Wait-” They blurted out in a whisper-yell, waving their hands around. You froze, pulling your hand back as you pivoted, facing their direction. “Y/N, you probably don’t wanna go in there.”

This was starting to worry you. Your brain automatically jumped to the worst possible assumptions. “What? Why?” You questioned, looking uncertain as you began to reach for the handle once more. Was Carlos being unfaithful? These thoughts plagued your mind.

“He’s been super upset all day. Everyone’s made him angry.” They explained, shifting nervously. Your eyebrows furrowed as you hummed in thought. If Carlos was upset, you should be there for him.

“Thank you for the warning, but I can handle this.” You gave a polite smile, although you were somewhat frustrated with such unprofessional behavior. With a deep breath, you entered into his moody fortress. He was laying back on the small couch provided, his kneees scrunched up and one arm over his eyes.

Carlos slowly tilted his head, one eye peeking out from his makeshift blindfold. When he saw you, he didn’t say anything, he just sat up, manspreading and leaning with his elbows on his knees. “Hey,” He tried to force a smile.

“Hi,” You grinned sincerely, standing right in front of him. He looked up at you, and then tugged you down to sit perched on his lap. He leaned back against the wall, pulling you close to his chest.

You understood. He needed you— Your warmth and your comfort. You wrapped your arms around him, letting him safely bury his face in your neck. You both sat there silently, healing.

—

GEORGE RUSSELL - GR63

George was always regarded as the paddock’s mean girl. Regina George, of course. It was funny in theory, assuming it was just a silly joke shared between friends. It was funny until George realized people truly perceived him in such a way, disliking him for his “hateful ways.”

Most of the time he was just speaking the truth. There was lots of animosity between drivers on the track, and he was going to be truthful when interviewers asked him for his opinion. If he thought of someone as a bully, he’d happily call it out because sugarcoating it certainly wouldn’t help.

He was especially frustrated today. He was told to keep his peace and stay silent about any future conflicts, because his forward thinking caused a bad outlook on the team. That alone was enough to piss him off, but considering some unfair play that took place during the race itself, it was like adding fuel to the fire.

He knew you would be the solution to this issue. He always felt serene when you were around, which is why George immediately sought you out after the race. It didn’t matter to him that he came P4 and was supposed to celebrate— He wanted your comfort, and he wanted your praise and approval.

He found you on the sidelines, and he practically jumped the barrier to pull you into a hug, kissing you directly on the lips. He felt his anger beginning to fade as you smiled against him, whispering an “I love you” that was shared between only the two of you.

That’s all he needed to hear to know everything would be just fine.

—

OSCAR PIASTRI - OP81

Oscar rarely showed an emotion that wasn’t joy, or just his typical monotone expressions. Sure, he experienced rage and sadness just like everyone else, but he portrayed it differently. Like right now, instead of screaming at everyone to ensure his wrath was made known, Oscar was silent. Abnormally silent. Not a single thank you to the team, or a congratulations to his teammate, Lando.

He was quiet.

The absence of sound wasn’t abnormal, but it was usually when someone else was talking that Oscar remained so silent. This paired with his blank dissociating stare was enough to intimidate everyone amongst Mclaren. He was pissed, to put it lightly.

You walked in, and everyone stared at you as if you were a ray of sunlight, or as if you were their guardian angel. You greeted the team with a kind smile, calling a few of the people you were closer with out by their name. You were undeniably charming, and certainly a perfect match for Oscar.

He stood up to greet you, and he couldn’t control his smile anymore. There was a collective sigh of relief amongst everyone, who could safely continue their work without worrying about Oscar silently breathing down their neck. He kissed both of your cheeks and then finally your lips. “Thank you for coming to the race,” He spoke politely.

“Of course! You did great.” He only placed third, but that was clearly enough for Oscar as long as you were congratulating him. If not, he’d usually appear a little more grumpy, like he did moments ago. “Give me the rundown.” Of course you were watching, but you didn’t get to experience everything he did firsthand. It was always more entertaining to hear it directly from the source.

“Well,” He began his rant, and all was well with the Mclaren team.

[lastoneout]

@guess-ill-dye Okay so! No environmental hazards were involved, but essentially my fiancé and I started hanging out a lot after our friends introduced us, and we def had some feelings but we hadn't addressed them at all.

A few months into us hanging out we were about to go see a movie with the friends who introduced us, and before we left our mutual friend went "Wait, if you two start dating that means I won't be able to get into movies for free with [LastOneOut] anymore!" (Context, I worked at a movie theater and one of the perks is getting into shows for free with a plus one.) And I kinda freaked out internally because I knew I liked my fiancé but I didn't know how he felt about me, but we just kinda laughed it off and I tried not to think about it too hard.

Cut to a week or so later, and we're hanging out with said mutual friend again, and idk what we were even talking about but my fiancé said to me "You know, you might be the first girlfriend I've had who has a job." and uh. All hell broke loose. Our mutual friend started losing it about how happy she was we were dating, and my fiancé, bless his heart, was like "Wait are we not dating??" and I ran off to hide in the pantry like a real Adult because oh my god what???

I calmed down pretty quickly and we both talked and admitted we did want to date, and after I asked my fiancé why he thought we already were dating when I know for a fact we never talked about it, he explained that when our friend joked about the free movies thing and I didn't say we weren't dating, I just laughed, he assumed that at some point we had started dating and he just forgot that conversation, and he decided to roll with it because he liked me and didn't want to be rude or blow it.

Anyway we've been together for like 8 years and I love him so much. We both the dumbest bitches to have ever lived tho.

new trope just dropped

[wynn-43]

good a lot?

PT 6 of as much or as little!! this isn't the final part but... there is a lot that happens.

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bang chan x gn! reader wc: 2.7k warnings: kissing, heavy makeout session, very suggestive, they talk a lot at the end, reader has a little breakdown and heals a bit UNDER 16 DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE a/n: i didn't cry whilst making this idk what you mean. also... are y'all wanting smut at the end of this? bc i think i might be down

“Are you sure about this?” Chris asks, his voice gentle.

The two of you are sitting on the couch, your legs pressed tightly against his.

“Yeah.” You murmur, tentative but also excited.

You lean in, your heart racing as your eyes gently fell to his lips.

“Wait.” You pause, leaning back. His eyes flash with concern.

“What do I do with my hands?” You ask and he lets out an exasperated laugh.

He maintains eye contact with you, gently lacing his fingers with yours.

You feel as though your heart is going to leap out of your chest.

“How about, you leave this one here, and if you need to stop just squeeze my hand twice.” He murmurs and you hum, nodding in response.

“You can like uh… hold my face…? With the other one. Or play with my hair? I don’t mind.” He whispers, suddenly slightly shy.

You nod, trying to ignore how you heat up at how cute he is.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks gently, his eyes inquisitive but soft.

“Yes. Are you?” You ask, trying to take deep breaths.

“Yes.” He says, offering a small smile.

You nod, blinking rapidly as you try to calm down.

“Hey, just look at me.” He whispers, prompting you to look into his gorgeous brown eyes.

“I’ve got you, it's going to be okay. If you need to stop at any point we can, it’s no big deal.”

You hum as he gently strokes the back of your hand.

“Now, just trust me. I’ll lead you.” He whispers and you nod, breathing out slowly.

“Good job, baby.” He says as you lean in. 

Before you can short circuit, his lips are on yours- soft, gentle and steady.

Somehow, it isn’t awkward. There’s no bumping of noses or clashing of teeth, just his lips on yours and a gentle, pleasant sensation in your chest.

His lips move with a quiet certainty and his breath is warm on your skin as the rest of the world slowly fades away.

You hum into the kiss, shocked at how good it feels and you feel him smile against your lips in response.

You shock yourself by kissing him back, not perfectly, but your lips move against his as you feel fireworks explode in your stomach.

He leans back and you almost try to follow him, the feeling of his lips on your lingering.

“Everything okay?” He asks gently as you both regulate your breathing.

Your eyes are fixed on his lips as you nod, spacing out slightly.

“Lovebug?” He asks gently, squeezing your hand.

“Can we please do that again?” You ask, the words escaping before you can stop them as your eyes flicker up to his before going back down to his lips.

He chuckles at your honesty but you see a light pink dusting his cheeks.

He nods and before either of you can register it your lips are pressed firmly against his again.

The kiss is tender at first, tentative. But as he begins to kiss you back you begin to gain confidence. You reach up, entangling your fingers in his soft, curly hair, making him groan into the kiss.

You feel yourself smile against his mouth as his hand gently rests on your hip, somehow pulling you closer towards him.

The feeling of his lips on yours is oddly grounding- it makes you feel whole and real. It makes you feel safe.

You completely lose track of time, wholly unaware of how much time has passed. 

He pulls away again and you're suddenly aware of how out of breath you feel and how fast your heart is beating.

He looks at you fondly and you recognise the soft dusting of pink on his cheeks.

“Slow down, love.” He murmurs, rubbing soft circles where his hand still rests on your hip.

“M’ not going anywhere.” He whispers as he gently nuzzles his nose against yours.

If your head were any less fuzzy right now, you would be internally screaming.

But all you can think about is how good kissing him feels.

“How are you feeling, lovebug?” He asks gently as he squeezes your hand, his touch beginning to pull you out of your kiss-induced daze.

“I-” You hesitate, still reeling from the kiss.

“Want more…” You whisper quietly and Chris is so grateful you can’t feel how much he’s freaking out inside.

“Yeah?” He asks softly. “Like what, love?”

You feel as though your face is on fire. You hadn’t thought about what more might entail, but you felt an overwhelming and desperate desire for it.

The question lingers between you and you feel yourself hesitating and starting to overthink.

“Hey love. Don’t overthink it, I won’t judge you or anything. Just need to know how to help you.” Chris mumbles as he continues to trace circles on your hip.

“I think I want to keep kissing you…” You pause as your eyes flicker nervously between him and the wall. “But like… more?”

“Like making out?” He asks gently as he smiles and leans closer, making your breath catch in your throat.

“Y-yeah.” You mumble, your voice quiet as you feel yourself somehow blushing even harder. “But I don’t know how…”

Chris smiles softly, it’s the kind of smile that would make you melt if you were less anxious and overwhelmed- soft and reassuring but slightly shy, almost like he’s nervous too.

“Want me to show you?” He asks, his voice soft but playful.

You nod, subconsciously squeezing his hand a little harder.

“So, it’s like kissing but slower and more intimate.” He explains, his voice steady and reassuring. “It’s not about being perfect or anything, it’s about paying attention to your partner and how they react.”

“You can tilt your head, part your lips slightly, whatever feels right. You don’t have to do anything fancy, just do what you were doing before and I’ll lead you.” He continues, his voice calm, but you notice a soft blush on his cheeks.

“Do people actually use tongue when making out?” You interrupt, blinking owlishly as the question slips out before you can stop it.

Chris chuckles, hesitating slightly at your directness. “Uh, yeah. But we don’t have to.”

“Does it actually feel good?” You ask, your voice laced with uncertainty.

His face flushes a deep pink at your question. “Uh- in my experience yeah… But we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I think I want to at least know what it feels like…” You murmur, your voice soft as your heart races at the thought.

“We can go slow.” He murmurs, gently squeezing your hand.

You nod, still slightly uncertain.

“But what do I do? Like…what do I do with my tongue? And how do I know when to do it?” You ask, feeling that soft, safe and comfortable feeling, despite the fact that you were certain your face was on fire and that your heart was beating at a record pace.

“Uh-” He pauses, trying to work out how to explain.

“Well… it’s when it feels right, like just when you feel like it, you can try gently brushing your tongue against mine.” He explains gently, continuing to rub gentle circles on the back of your hand.

You nod, processing the information.

“You promise you’ll be honest with me if I mess up?” You ask, trying to breathe evenly.

“You won’t, but I promise.” He murmurs, squeezing your hand reassuringly as you nod.

Chris leans in slowly, giving you a moment to pull away if you need it. His lips brush yours, gently, and you feel the warm feeling in your chest again. You kiss him back, shyly, as the two of you begin to find a rhythm again.

You instinctively reach up, entangling your fingers in his hair, somehow pulling him even closer.

His hand stays entwined with yours, holding you gently and grounding you. His other hand gently trails along your jaw, guiding your face closer to his.

He opens his mouth slightly against yours, and you feel yourself unconsciously mirror him. You feel the slightest touch of his tongue against yours and you feel a new sensation flicker in your stomach.

It’s not overwhelming, he isn’t demanding anything, he isn’t even asking. He’s patient, letting you find yourself and set the pace.

In a burst of confidence, you try it, you gently brush your tongue against his, hesitant but eager. He hums softly in response, a sound of quiet encouragement that further sparks the sensation in your stomach.

The two of you fall into a soft rhythm, a slow and unhurried give and take of lips. His lips gently part again, and this time you take the opportunity without thinking too much. It’s easier now, less scary. You still feel a little shaky, but he’s right there, holding you, soft but firm.

When the two of you eventually need to breathe, he leans back, smiling at you gently as you regain your breathing.

“You okay?” Chris asks quietly.

“Yeah.” You nod. “Just… a lot.”

“Good a lot?” He asks, a quiet hope evident in his eyes.

“Good a lot.” You reply, still trying to regain your breathing.

He looks at you, almost like he wants to say something but is stopping himself. Instead gently squeezing your hand, there’s a soft invitation in his eyes, a quiet inquiry.

There’s no more thinking, no more second guessing. You’re not sure you’re even thinking anymore, you just do.

All of a sudden your lips are on his again, it’s still soft, still gentle, but there is an apparent need in the way you touch and hold each other. 

One hand still stays intertwined with yours, but the other wraps around your waist, pulling you closer, until you're almost sitting in his lap.

Your confidence grows, you wrap your arms around his neck, threading your hands into his hair as lips move against his.

This time, you open your mouth first and when he mirrors you, gently brushing his tongue against yours, you follow him. It still feels new, and slightly strange, but slowly a quiet confidence overtakes your initial hesitation, and the feeling melts away into something warm and sweet.

Your fingers curl tighter in his hair, drawing a soft sound from him that causes that sensation to flicker in your stomach again.

His grip on your waist tightens slightly, holding you close, anchoring you to him and this moment.

There aren’t any real thoughts in your head, just a sensation and a quiet, desperate need for more.

Slowly, your kisses turn from gentle brushes of the tongue to something more intimate and warmer, something wanting.

When your tongue slides deeper and your touch turns more deliberate, he groans, soft and needy in a way that makes that sensation in your stomach curl into red-hot.

Your lips part wider, your tongues lathing against each other in a slow deliberate rhythm. As his tongue presses against yours, you begin to understand the appeal of this. The sensation of his tongue gliding against yours, the taste of him, the warmth of him, the way you’re pulling each other closer like you can’t quite get enough.

You tilt your head a little more, chasing him and this feeling, a soft moan escapes you, quiet and desperate.

Chris pauses, just for a moment, his lips hovering against yours.

His eyes flicker open, finding yours, concern evident in his gaze. Worry that he had gone too far.

“I’m okay.” You murmur, your voice hushed and breathless as you gently squeeze his hand.

“I just… liked it.” You whisper, feeling yourself flush as you try to breathe evenly.

“Yeah?” He asks, a playful smirk gracing his lips as his concern fades away.

You nod, flustered by his confidence.

“D’you wanna keep going?” He asks, softly squeezing your hip.

“Please.” You whisper, your lips already gravitating towards him.

There’s no hesitation this time, your lips crash into his and your tongues slide together like they were made for this. 

You drag your nails along his scalp, making him groan into the kiss.

His free hand slips just under the hem of your shirt, not in a way that asks for more, but in a way that tethers the two of you to this moment.

You shift closer, you’re sitting in his lap now, you wrap your arm tighter around his neck, pulling him even closer.

He gently drags his teeth along your lip, making you whine. 

You feel his lips curve upwards slightly into this kiss, and your noise only seems to spur him on.

The kiss somehow turns deeper, the drags of your tongues grow more deliberate, more slow and intimate as you pant into each other's mouths.

Your fingers twist slightly in his hair, pulling his body flush against yours. He responds almost instinctively, parting your lips even further with his tongue, drawing a ruined, almost desperate moan from your chest.

He continues kissing you, like he’s trying to memorise every part of you with just his mouth, like he’s starving and this moment is enough to keep him going forever.

Slowly, your kisses slow down, turning into gentle presses of his lips against yours.

Finally, he slowly pulls away, smiling when he notices you instinctively following him.

“Hey.” He murmurs, his eyes soft as he looks at you. “How are you feeling?”

You blink at him, dazed from the life-changing sensations you just experienced.

“Good.” You murmur, flushing as you start to process all that happened.

“Yeah?” He asks tentatively, his eyes searching yours- just in case.

“Yeah.” You murmur, gently smiling at him.

“Was I okay?” You ask a moment later, the spiral of overthinking slowly kicking in.

“You were perfect.” He responds, earnesty evident in his eyes.

“Why’d you stop?” You ask, quietly, as if you’re afraid of the answer.

He takes a deep breath.

“Because I don’t want to turn this into something you’ll regret. Into something you’ll look back on and feel like you weren’t ready for.” He murmurs, gently rubbing soft circles where his hand sat on your hip.

You feel that now-familiar sensation glowing in your chest, safety and comfort.

“I could never regret you.” You whisper, your voice almost silent as you sniffle slightly.

“Wait, why are you crying? Are you okay?” He asks, slightly panicked.

You nod, emotions piling up and beginning to spill out.

“I’m fine. It’s just- it felt nice. And I was beginning to convince myself it never could. Thank you.” You say, your voice barely above a whisper as tears begin to fall down your cheeks.

His eyes soften and he gently wipes away your tears, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You don’t have to thank me.” He whispers as he pulls you close. “I love you more than anything and I’m always here for you and whatever you need.”

Upon hearing his words, you break- years of anxiety, of shame, of feeling broken and wrong crumble and you sob.

You sob for all the nights you sat there pondering if you’d ever feel whole, the years of relationships that didn’t work out because they just didn’t understand, for all the times you’ve ever cried about being broken and for all the times he’s been there to reassure you you’re not.

You sob for all of the night you laid there, tears in your eyes as you wondered if you’d ever feel whole. You sob for all the relationships that didn’t work out because they just couldn’t understand. You sob for everything you felt like a horrible person for flinching from peoples touch. You sob for every time you desperately craved to be held, despite knowing it would hurt. You sobbed for every night you cried, curled up in a ball and feeling like you were broken. And you sobbed for every night he told you you’re not.

“I’m glad I could make it good for you.” Chris murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your hair as he holds you close, tethering you.

You bury yourself in his chest, like being close to him is the only thing keeping you safe and connected to this world.

And honestly, right now, it feels like it is.

This is a work of fiction, based entirely on my personal perception of him, and does not reflect his actual character or actions.

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[satocidal]

✭Brat Tamer Who!? (ft.Suguru Geto)

warnings: sub! suguru x afab! reader; not proofread; implication of jealousy; implication of anal play; implication of spanking; almost mean dom! reader; oral (m! receiving) a/n: idk but i got hot and bothered thinking of this <3 based on a request here! if you guys do want a kento...i could...because this was just me being horny for suguru word count: 1k

I’ve spoken about this time and again on my blog and honestly - this man is meant to be submissive, he revels in it, he adores it - you would adore it, and both of you need it. Suguru, even just in daily life has a constant adherence to serve you - to make sure you, his pretty little partner are always and always at comfort so what better way than to express it in the most carnal way right? I do like to think it would take some coaxing him into it (maybe cult Geto is more…horny, more open 💀 ). The default for him is definitely to make you have pleasure and that he knows what’s best for you and thus it requires a bit of work around that, planting small seeds of your dominance in his head before he gives in and when he does, oh boy.

Suguru would also not be a brat - I just know this, yes of course, he will tease you and he wants constant, and i mean constant attention - the perfect kind of clingy. But he also respects you a lot so he tries his best to not frustrate you, and this he achieves by being the best boy for you. 

However, he is very very very mouthy, always challenges you and his eyes are always begging for you to put him in his place - to gag him is the only way to go sometimes. But this side only pops out after you pissed him off, so of course he sees it fair that he achieves something from you too (a rise) before you let out the steam.

A thin layer of sweat coated him, sprawled below you he lay - a lazy smirk on his face, infuriating.

“You can try harder than- ah!” words cut off instantly with a gasp as your fingers squeezed his tip - so swollen, pre-cum already leaking out - sensitive. 

“I can, what?” you pressed - a low drawl, as you rubbed his tip with the pad of your thumb, enjoying his little moan, the way he bit his lip in attempts to mask his pleasure.

“Try harder - it’s barely hav- having any effects,” a writhe, a struggle - a smile slowly spread across your features as you stared at him hard - Suguru simply stared back, too afraid to do anything else.

The room was scattered - somewhere your clothes, somewhere the lube, a vibrator - your favourite pulled out - Suguru’s clothes too, though a neat pile compared to the rest.

“Let’s try with this,” you murmured, inching closer to him now, to his cock - you sunk to your knees while he shifted to the edge of the bed - “I’ll play with my favourite toy and you can think of reasons for all this brattiness, yes?” an exhale, he eyed you carefully as your lips moved closer and closer to his length.

“There’s no reason,” he mumbled calmly - at surface, you were fully aware though - evident in the twitch of his cock in  your hand, evident in the buck of his hips - he craved your touch.

“Oh?” a sharp slap you landed on his inner thigh, a grunt was all he passed - hips bucking still to feel you, your lips - a smile crawled up your lips, adorable.

“You sure you didn’t want attention from me, baby?” you cooed at him - and oh how he hated just how much he loved it, how much he loved when your voice raised a pitch - so condescending, he loved it.

He shook his head sharp - sharper the fall of his head when you finally attached your lips to his tip, smearing his filthy juices across your lips - all Suguru could now manage was a low moan.

“You’re such good boy for me Suguru, always,” you licked a stripe of his length, a sharp suck of air as he held back - all his self-control drawn in to not shove your face into his crotch - to face fuck you; he could, so easily - but he wouldn’t.

Because Suguru was your good boy.

“And yet…you act out,” a small tutting sound you made as you squeezed his thigh, watching him fall for you - “you can always and always have it all, can’t you?” you handled him with ease - cock tugged as you pulled our tongue out, slapping the hard length - plap plap plap - obscene.

Suguru simply whine - he hated this more than anything, when you reminded him everything he could have if only he weren’t a brat, “You could have been…” and finally you took his entire length in your mouth - hot, it felt so hot - you bobbed your head, fondling his balls slowly - once, twice – his hips bucked wildly, pausing only when you pinched his thigh.

“...have been fucking my cunt, could have worshipping it, right? You love worshipping my cunt right baby?” so pathetic he seemed, head bobbing so fast, a whine and a groan - eyes pressed shut.

“But…” a dramatic sigh you passed, pumping his cock, “you decided to be an attention whore, and now we can’t have any of that…” 

“Sorry,” he mumbled, so shy  - so so shy, you knew he wanted to just hide his face in a pillow - especially when you looked at him like that, like you wanted to ruin him.

“Sorry for what?” “Sorry for…” a small pause, a mischievous smile finding it’s way on his lips - (man, if he smiled like that near me, i’d get him pregnant) - “for grinding against you at the dance floor and…” the smile only widened, “and stuffing myself with my- our favourite plug because you weren’t doing it for me,”

You could only chuckle at the small pout that followed next, “mm’ don’t think you are Suguru…” you sucked his tip - practically made out with it, making him gasp again, “but don’t worry, i bet you’ll be sorry enough when i have you over my lap, this cute cock,” a light kiss to the base you pressed, “nestled right between my thighs and my- i mean, our favourite hairbrush turns your ass a pretty shade of red.”

Needless to say, you edged him all night because duh.

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[notarmedandnotdangerous]

+18 mdni! sub!bucky talks to reader in a rude way, and reader teaches him how he should act.

warnings: sub!bucky, dom!mean!m!reader (kinda mean but honestly idk), binding bucky's wrists (silk ties), edging, bucky almost cries, whiny, desperate bucky

word count: 2.5k

a/n: i have such an irregular posting schedule .. it's either late at night or at the ass crack of dawn .. i feel like i've been writing a lot these days and they might have a similar-ish style but i still hope u guys enjoy ;;

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you were sitting on the couch, waiting for bucky to get home. this was only his first week as congressman, so he couldn’t afford to fuck up. you were watching a show on the tv, before the front door opened abruptly.

“hey.” bucky leaned against the wall, taking a good look at you.

“hi” you stared at him in confusion. “what?” he looked at you with an intense gaze, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as desire ignited within him.

“nevermind, just get undressed. i’m not in the mood for conversation right now.” he stated bluntly as his eyes roamed over your body with a mix of lust and need. he stepped closer to you, his erection starting to strain against his suit pants.

“wh- what are you talking about!?” you raised your voice slightly, shocked and flustered by bucky’s words.

“don’t play coy, you know exactly what i want.” bucky said with a sly smile, his hand reaching over to drag a finger down your chest. “unless you’ve got a better idea on how to use your tongue?” oh, he was challenging you now? that’s new.

you clicked your tongue at him, and you could see how his eyes widened in regret almost immediately. he regretted trying to be ‘bold’ as he scrambled to get on his knees to apologise.

“fuck, i- i’m so sorry, prince. i don’t know what’s going on with me, please, just, help me..” bucky got on his knees in front of you, it was adorable how hard he tried to apologise to you.

“weren’t you bold just now? with that sharp fucking tongue of yours?” you pressed your foot to his erection, making him start to ramble apologies.

“mm.. m- maybe a little impatient..” bucky muttered, nuzzling his cheek against your knee. “it’s just been so long, i can’t help it..” his hands tentatively reached up to stroke your thighs, seeking permission to proceed. as he looked up at you with pleading eyes, a hint of vulnerability pierced through his cocky persona, exposing his need for you.

“please, i need you, prince.. just- just use me however you want, i’ll make it worth it, please!”

“you could’ve asked nicely from the start, buck. i don’t think i can treat you that nice now.” you grumbled, making bucky’s eyes widen in regret.

“oh god, please- please don’t.. i’m begging you..” he practically whined, his voice cracking with need. his hands grasped onto your thighs, squeezing gently. his face was now mere inches from your erection.

“please, just give me a chance, show me how i’m supposed to treat you..” without waiting for a response, bucky leaned in and parted his lips, as if he was waiting for you to shut him up with your cock.

“that’s so fucking nasty, i can’t believe you actually said that.” you rolled your eyes at him, making him practically whimper in anticipation. “get to the bed, you’d better be undressed by the time i get there.”

bucky scrambled to get on his feet as he tried to get to the bedroom as soon as he could. in a flurry, he stripped off all his clothes, hardly noticing as he flung the articles of clothing all over the room. he leapt into bed just before you came in. you were now met with a completely nude bucky, sprawled out on the bed.

“look.. look what you do to me, prince..” he breathed shakily, reaching down to give his cock a slow stroke. “i’m already so needy for you, please just touch me..”

“oh, so you do listen. see how it isn’t that hard to be obedient, buck? or are you only good when rewards are involved?” you spoke while reaching into the drawers in your closet to pull out silk ties.

“oh- uh.. i listen just fine.. when the reward is as amazing as your touch..” he spoke, a hint of defiance still in your tone. “and yes, orgasms do play a big role, but that’s just because you make me feel too good.. if you wanted to, you could make me beg for it all night and i’d still obey every command you give me..” he boasted, trying to hide the quiver in his voice as he pictured the delicious torture you could inflict on him.

you binded his wrists to the bedpost. he could easily escape, but he chose not to.

“don’t fucking move, i’ll bind your hips to the bed as well, if you do.” you kissed the tip of his cock, teasing him. he whimpered in delight, finally getting some friction on his cock. oh, little did he know, you were planning on edging him.

“oh fuck- mmh.. don’t stop..” a shiver ran down his spine at the sensation of your lips on his sensitive tip. he whimpered, his hips bucking slightly against your mouth as he tried to grind into the pleasurable friction.

“you.. you know i’m close already.. please dont tease me.. i’ll be good” he tried to control his movements, biting his lip as he focused on staying still.

“just- just tell me what you want me to do..” he whined. “i’ll do anything- anything i swear.. just please..” his words were muffled by a moan as your tongue swirled around his tip.

you knew he was close the moment you saw his thighs tremble, so you pulled away with a chuckle, leaving your mouth just close enough to his tip. you breathed out just to tease him and he whined in disappointment, before trying to convince you to let him cum. bucky’s entire body practically jerked forward, eager to chase the pleasure, but the bindings held his hands firmly in place, leaving him at a disadvantage.

“that’s unfair, prince! you started this, so finish it.” he complained, his voice cracking and rising in pitch as he slowly got more and more frustrated. “let me cum, i promise i’ll be so much more fun after..” his struggles only intensified, his thighs clenching and unclenching as he fought the urge to break free and just fuck his cock into your face.

“as if you know anything about being unfair, this is me being reasonable.” you slapped his cheek once, making him wince. “don’t act like you’re not into this, buck.” the sting of the slap sent a jolt through him, and it went straight to his cock.

“it- it hurts.. when you do that..” he whimpered, his voice as quiet as possible as he searched for a hint of mercy in your eyes. “i- i’m not resisting because i want to, i swear.. this is just.. so much h- harder than i thought it would be..” he admitted, his face flushing in embarrassment and arousal.

“can’t we just.. come to some compromise? i- i’ll do something for you.. if you let me cum, please..?” he pleaded. trying to bargain with you to find a way out of your sudden sadistic behaviour, before he lost his mind to the overwhelming pleasure-pain you were feeling.

“don’t bullshit me, buck.” you began to stroke his cock, at a tantalizingly slow pace. this made you lose your train of thought almost immediately. at this point, you were just grateful for any friction at all.

“a-aah.. fuck, please, prince..” he groaned, his words trailing off into incoherent moans as your fingers wrapped around his cock. “dont- please, i can’t take it..” his hips twitched involuntarily, trying to press into your grip for more.

“please, you’re gonna.. mmh.. drive me crazy..” bucky complained, his eyelids fluttering shut as he tried to process the overwhelming stimuli. “just- just let me cum already, god damn it!”

“that’s not possible, handsome. not when you’ve been rude to me.” you watched intently, the moment his eyes rolled back, you slowed down once more. bucky’s reaction was priceless, his hips stuttering as he let out a choked groan.

“you.. you sadist..” he spat through clenched teeth. his whole body was rigid with the effort of holding himself back from cumming as your fingers playfully teased his tip once more. “fucking hell, i- i’m so close..” bucky hissed out.

“don’t- don’t you dare stop.” his thighs clenched as he fought the urge to rut against your touch. he cut himself off immediately, panting heavily as he tried to think of ways to bite back at you. “fuck.. fuck, please just, just let me cum already..”

“don’t you dare cum, buck, or else.” you glared at him, making him snap out of his trance almost immediately as he nodded in response. “good boy, now let’s continue, shall we?” you started to stroke him once more. bucky’s brain was practically mush by now, already fucked out from being edged.

“yes- yes, please.. just- mmh, so good, like that..” bucky started to babble, his words slurred and incoherent as you worked your fingers on him.

“i- i’ll be good, trust me- just, just let me cum.. aagh..” he whimpered. oh god. he whimpered? “c- can’t hold on anymore, prince, p- please.. pretty please..?” before he could finish his sentence, a gush of precum flooded your hand, the warm slickness dripping down your fingers.

“really, buck? pathetic.”

“d- don’t mock me.. i’ll- i’ll do whatever you want, prince, just please..” he pleaded, his hips jerking erratically. his voice was a desperate whiny tone now. “please- i’m begging you.. mmh.. just- make it happen.. aah.. fuck, yes.. ah ah ah, please..” bucky’s entire body trembled as he came, his eyes rolling back as he saw stars in that pretty little head of his.

bucky shuddered through the aftershocks of his orgasm. his body was slick with sweat as stray hairs clung to his forehead. his lungs burned from breathing too heavily.

“f-fuck, prince.. you.. you really know how to ruin a man..” he panted, his voice hoarse from being vocal earlier. “i think i’ll be walking funny tomorrow, but it’s totally worth it..” he spoke with a weak chuckle.

“i know what you are..” you playfully slapped his cock, making his eyes roll back as he moaned in pleasure. “painwhore.”

bucky did in fact walk funny the next day. he blamed it on going too hard in the gym.

[fy-soukoku]

Not an incredibly novel perspective on my end, but I think this approach also lends itself to BSD (as a media) and its commentary on what defines good, bad, evil, and all the shades in between. It's actually really interesting to hone in on Chuuya and Kunikida especially to drive this point home, because neither is precisely the comic book definition of "good" or "bad" or even plain grey morality. (I do think Kunkida is good but like you said, by his definition of what makes someone good, what forms his own morality and rules. And ugh I love Kunikida for this in particular.) Kunikida, as a person, is good and he has a belief in what is morally good and is not afraid to get his hands dirty to complete his duty. Kunikida I love you

I think contrasting that with Chuuya, who is good in his own way (more in character and his approach to his direct peers and coworkers) but resoundedly commits morally bad acts (albeit I think there is a justification to be made there for how bad it is or isn't but uhhh Chuuya is in the literal mafia it's pretty safe to say he is toeing the ethics code on a good day, and he's probably on vacation.) and almost clocks out of it at the end of the day. We don't see a lot of Chuuya's downtime, but he does change when he's not in mafioso mode, so it's intriguing to consider his function as a mafia head against his personal life. Once again, that idea of what a person is (morally and personally good or I'd attribute Chuuya as being kind and impeccably loyal) versus what they do to get things done and their motivation behind it. (I could speak more on that but this is like a whole thing now.)

Not to push all this, but I think surveying the perspective on morality and what Bungou Stray Dogs has to say about what makes a person good, and what their actions mean against their motivation. Kunikida and Chuuya pose interesting contrasts to one another in that regard, as at their root they are very stubborn, loyal, and unafraid of engaging in acts of questionable morality to fulfill their end goal.

Maybe they should kiss about it idk This was too serious on my end, I apologize. Once again, I think Kunikida is fucking intense and Chuuya's almost "when I'm off the clock I don't need to do shit" mentality (probably linked to him not feeling like a person and reclaiming aspects of this, and maybe that's how I interpret his overall mentality and how he's portrayed in his work persona) and it'd be really fucking funny to see them interact because the second Kunikida pulls his whole "I need to do the right thing no matter what I have to do to achieve my goals" I just know Chuuya is booking in, punching in the time card, and getting the fuck out because whatever Kunikida blows up this time is not his problem. He is done with suicidal maniacs.

I always find it funny when in Kunichuu/SKK/other Chuuya ship fics he sees the Agency (specifically Kunikida) as 'do-gooders' or whatever because both times Chuuya has met Kunikida he has attempted to solve a problem by blowing himself up and one time he tried to do so while trying to murder a guy. Every time other time Chuuya has come into contact with the Agency a) Yosano and Kenji fought him and Yosano threatened to tear him apart, b) Ranpo trapped him in Poe's book while facing the Port Mafia's most dangerous member as a non-Ability user with zero fear. I don't think Chuuya thinks the Agency are do-gooders, I think he thinks they're all absolutely insane and Kunikida is one of the least sane ones.

[velveteenoutlaw]

people that say Arthur and John hated each other were not playing the same Red Dead i did. i don't think they even disliked each other.

like there’s concern on Arthur’s face when he hands John off to Javier once they find him. sure he's being a smart ass the whole time, but the second John's back is to him, he's got these damn puppy eyes.

at the start of Who the Hell is Leviticus Cornwall? Arthur's checking on John. the only people in the cabin are Swanson, John, and Arthur. they have a few lines of dialog before Dutch comes barging in, A: "You're still here, then?" J: "I owe you." A: "And you'll pay me...but for the moment, just rest." there was literally no venom in Arthur's greeting to John. like at all. was it sarcastic? sure. but that's all it was. and the way Arthur says just rest is so damn soft. i would have loved more than three lines of dialog between them, but alas. Dutch. just found it of note that Arthur will check up on John, but only when there's no one else around. can't let the others know he still cares about that dumbass.

some of their exchanges can be read as "mean-spirited", but i think Arthur is just...kind of mean. every time Arthur takes a jab, John ignores it and continues their conversation like it's normal. i think that's just how John and Arthur interact. which honestly makes sense for two guys that have known each other for ~15 years.

Arthur is a grouchy bastard for the whole duration of Paying a Social Call, and John even comments to Kieran that if Arthur treats his friends like this, imagine how he treats his enemies. i think Arthur was acting like a banty and puffing out his chest to intimidate Kieran more than anything.

BUT (ok this may be a reach here) Arthur didn't deny him and John being friends, which is something Arthur has absolutely no issue correcting if he feels differently. and here would have been an opportune moment to get one last jab in on John, but he didn't. it was almost like John and Arthur were playing off of each other in the moment: Arthur throws the initial punch, John brushes it off, instead of changing the subject/tone to more joking—Arthur keeps going, John does get a little heated but then makes the remark about friends and enemies. it felt like a show, ooh look how big and bad our enforcer is.

i think the best display of their relationship is the mission The Sheep and the Goats.

John could have gotten Javier, Bill, hell maybe even Hosea to rustle some sheep, but he chose Arthur.

there's a bit of a power play between them the whole time, John is being cagey and evasive about what exactly the plan is, and at the first opportunity Arthur is taking control over the job.

they argue, but it's short lived and neither seem to put much heart into it. Arthur even voices something that could be seen as doubt in Dutch's abilities to John. J: "Dutch says that we—" A: "Dutch says a lot. Now, that's his gift...saying things." J: "Oh yeah? What do you mean by that?" A: "I was the prize pony once, now I'm the workhorse. Listen. Dutch is...but...but, well...you was at that thing in Blackwater."

overall the job goes smoothly. they work well together. even when dealing with the man at the stockyards they work well together. Arthur tries to throw his weight around, and John shuts him down before Arthur can push a little too hard.

i've said it before, but the scene where Cornwall's men have Strauss and John, the way John looks to Arthur—gets me every time. there's irritation on John's face, but not panic. he trusts that Arthur won't let him die.

idk i think a lot of it is that Arthur is the ultimate grudge holder. and i think that John turning tail and running made Arthur face the fact that he isn't any better than John. Arthur was a garbage father, that did pretty much the same thing. only Eliza and Isaac didn't have an entire gang to fall back on, it was probably just her providing and the few bucks Arthur would give her every couple of months.

with how comfortable Abigail is with asking Arthur for things with Jack, i would assume Arthur took on a role that could loosely be labeled "father" in John's absence (and i doubt any of the other men [except Hosea] would be willing to do that).

ok i got off track.

i never felt like their relationship or interactions were anything other than sarcastic banter between old friends. old friends that aren't as close as they used to be, but still they trust each other with their lives.

there might be a little rivalry between them, but i think it's mostly because they're both stubborn, arrogant bastards. and i'm sure Dutch helped fan the flame with their rivalry when it suited him, shifting his favor from Arthur to John.

there's a rift there, and Arthur doesn't let John forget it. John can hardly get a thank you out when Arthur helps him get Jack back, so something like an apology/heart to heart with Arthur is out of the realm of possibility. so they're stuck in this awkward in-between.

friends, but not really. close, but not too close. rivals, but only on the surface.

[rotting-ink]

the game that you recommended on itch.io (the bastard of camelot) was really good !! do you have any games that you would recommend ?

Oh a few! I do recommend looking on my Itch.io, I keep a collection of games I'd recommend and like on my creator page. I keep on updating it with games on Itch.io specifically.

NOW! SOME THAT STAND OUT TO ME AS THE CREME DE LA CREME!!!

Bastard of Camelot by @llamagirl28

Fucking superb. Makes me go a bit insane each time I replay. I love my Morded so much and replaying and having two saves, one for perfect times and the other for angstier ones.

We Wretched Creatures by @darkfictionjude

Ngl, I got to start playing while during a dark period I was going through and it was so so cathartic. It makes you feel like a wet blob on the floor, looking up at the world with big wet eyes and then you bit the hand that tries to help. It's amazing. I'm the worst, I'm the best, I'm TRYING to finger Imre. Emotionally. Ahem.

Wayfarer by @idrellegames

The coding alone is fucking insane. INSANE. I will never get over it on any level. It stresses me out but also the story is SO good. I can't even start to cover it.

A Tale of Crowns by @ataleofcrowns

I am TRYING to kiss Dara so hard. Honestly, it was so refreshing. I and so many others are guilty of fantasy based in Europe or America, and even if they do take place in the Middle East, they VEER right into some Orientalism bullshit like we're playing the Phantom of the Opera fanfic book. This, however? Fucking ART. It also reminded me a bit of my childhood in South Africa in a very good way. ALSO YOU TRY THAT WHITE Y/N BULLSHIT OR BEING THE ONLY ONE THAT HAS SILVER LOCKS AND BLUE EYES AND AND AND well its not working. Xelef/Xelara call me a brown eyed beauty <3 Idk, it is just done so well and written beautifully and fully SUCKS YOU IN WITHIN MOMENTS!

God Cursed by @wings-of-ink

They just have a demo out but I have a soft spot for it! The dads especially. If you can't tell I love games were God or some other such mean thing pointed at you and said "Fuck that thing". Hence BOC and WWC and God Cursed and-

Debt of Deception by @debtofdeception-if

Though it's not on Itch, I do wanna give a shout out. I get to play being the milf/dilf of my dreams and then? And then I try to kiss V Delgado. I'm aiming for a divorce babey. Because I'm terrible. BUT ANYWAY! It's really unique- I've never played a game where you play as a parent, already married and now your life is upside down! Refreshing and fun <3

THEN SOME QUICK VISUAL NOVELS I DO ENJOY:

Andromeda Six by Wanderlust Games: Really good plot, REALLY fun cast, get to kiss my body guard, amazing. I don't like a lot of Sci-Fi but I LOVE this.

Scarlet Hollow by blacktabbygames: GENUINELY gave me the spooks. You know how hard that is? Also amazing plot, fun cast, AND THE POWERS YOU GET TO PICK AT THE BEGINNING? WOWA!!! i LOVE chatting to the animals and being hot, its just like real life <3

BUT YEAH, Please, check out the What Ink Likes collection on my itchio page, it is updated whenever I find a really good game that I really enjoy and WAY more than I could talk about on here!

[k3n999]

TS 2.0 demo spoiler

About a minor change to one of Ais' line that I wish they'd left it as it was🚶...

Just want to talk abt it because it's been bothering me a bit. (warning; it kinda long..I didn't mean it......)

In previous version, when MC said smth a long the lines; Ais threatened them and had the gal to kick them out just so he could go drinking, he'd reply with this:

but in this update they changed to this :

Which at first, I found it..cute..like, ohoh~ he's being being flirty with me now, so much so that I shamelessly got off my chair, giggling and kicking my feet and all. Because again, it was cute.

But then I realized that- oh.. they took the 'I was lonely' line which- honestly...makes me sad. Because that single completely changed my perspective on what kind of person- monster Ais is.

It's the second thing that made me go 'awwhh...' and at that point I started to have a soft spot for him. (The first one was obviously how soft he is towards princess *sobss*)

The line is so short and simple, you could easily brush it off. But to me it says a lot about him.

I played this game completely blind at first. I didn't know a single thing about it, or Ais. (Mind you I played before RSS drop the lore abt Ais and his gang) So it caught me off guard a bit that this big scary demon guy, also a gang leader, who threatened me with his soulless + with whatever tantacles thing he had going on in the background hours ago is...lonely? Why would he be lonely when he has his own people. No way his gang took a walk that long, right? Why didn't he have his gang at the bar, drinking with him?

These question kept playing in my head. So I did some digging, maybe I could find answers; he dislike isolation, his flower is Red Spider Lily which symbolizes Mourning, goodbyes and lost memories. In his character summery said smth like; "...he was once a seasoned leader, but now he's alone...".

So all of these made sense a bit of why he might be lonely. Then RSS finally dropped the lore oh what happened to his people. It still doesn't answer much but I think we all kind of get the idea now.

Okay now I think I’m already starting to blabber goodness gracious. What my point is that, I much prefer the original line; it kind of gives a hint to the player abt who Ais is (welp not a lot, but yknow). He's not just some big scary dude that smashing ppl's skull, but there's something going on with him that make us think. I think it’s a great detail to include in the demo/prologue. It makes you more curious and question more about the character. Than just simply flirt with you.

Or maybe this whole thing its just me *shrugs*

Hoping for them to change it to original it's...eh..useless? Unless they rethink over it or something. Idk.

But yeah this. This is what I feel. And it's already that time where I'm gonna put my head on a pillow and hopefully I don't cry myslef to sleep thinking about this.

Have a good day everyone <3

[dootznbootz]

@superkooku

Okay soooooo...

I DO HAVE THOUGHTS.

But I wanna state that while I do have thoughts, I don't want OP to feel like I'm "arguing" or like, trying to undermine their take ;~; I'm just stating my own and OP doesn't need to agree with me and/or even entertain this as like, this is YOUR post and I'm rambling all over it.

I agree that OdyPen are "not normal". To me, however, they are "not normal" in the "Morticia and Gomez Addams" way. As in "deeply devoted, adoring, loving, understanding couple who are obsessed with each other but who are also simply a lil fucked up as PEOPLE". Sorta thing. basically never toxic to each other but can be fucking scoundrels to others.

Funny enough one of my first posts about odypen on Tumblr was like, this exact comparison. Even including a scene from the Addams family that feels like what they'd do lol

Basically hey'll be nuzzling noses and snuggling after swindling some poor sap out of more wealth than what was owed sort of things. Loan sharks, used car salesmen, type of people.

And I DO agree that I think these two's flirting is a lot of banter (I don't agree with bullying. I think you meant "banter" or "teasing" or just being competitive, more than "bullying".) I don't think their banter would ever demean or insult the other, at least not in a playful teasing way. their foreplay is so fucking weird probably

One thing with the terminology of "simp" has idk, I feel it's changed a lot? like Simp originally DID mean "A guy who is going above and beyond for a woman who is not interested" but I think now most people NOWADAYS use it as in "this person would do anything for them" sorta thing.

Which yeah: Odysseus literally goes above and beyond for Penelope, even throwing aside his own comfort and his own station. letting her have their fancy treebed and instead suggesting to sleep in a cot despite being hurt and the fact that he COULD kick her out of their fancy bed, especially as he's basically been sleeping in DIRT for a few days at this point and the fact that he compares her to a king and calls her flawless, etc. like he's very much "Penelope is above me and I will bend over backwards to make her happy"

Regardless, idk, I'm still gonna call him a simp ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It's a funny word and with how the meaning has changed somewhat in that it just means that it's someone who goes above and beyond for the one they love, I think it still fits. They simp for each other but yeh :3

Odysseus the simp this, Odysseus the simp that... Stop it!

Odysseus doesn't simp for Penelope, he bullies her. Bullying is their love language. Lying to each other and outsmarting each other and treating everything like a competition is their love language.

Stop trying to make them normal, they are not.

[writingjourney]

I just had some Secondo Thoughts based on some of your tags from a post a day or two ago (about how people claim Secondo has rage issues)

I feel like Secondo is quiet about his anger. You can tell when he is unimpressed or pissed off. Though he speaks evenly. He does not raise his voice nor explode and demean. He knows how to cut through the thickest of skins with just a few sharp retorts.

But deep down he is a sweetheart, a softie. Someone who doesn’t let rage consume him. It simply isn’t in his nature

oh god, friedrich, i somehow saved this ask as a draft to reply to later and only just saw it again burried under a ton of other drafts 💀

but yes yes yes, i think i talked about this in my general headcanons for him because i kind of never really connected to this idea of him being a choleric (which i think stems from that one interview back then about him sending his hounds after a ghoul and being rude to him lol which idk maybe he just deserved it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and maybe also just from him looking scarier in general).

i mean, apart from those satiric interviews, i see him in papaganda and i see a man who is very sophisticated and measured and as you said, he speaks evenly. on stage he is so calm, even when he reprimands the crowd surfers he does it very gentlemanly (if still firmly) and commands the crowds with eeeease. i just think he is a big control freak (he is very earth sign energy to me) and part of that means to not give away his emotions to the outside. his anger is cold and quiet and he can destroy you with one look and a well-aimed comment, as you said, but he won't use brute force or lowbrow insults, that's beneath him.

i think he stil has that italian temper, sometimes it will break out of him like a volcano, but i rather think this happens when he's hurt instead of angry. to me, he suffers from a lot of self-loathing, so he doesn't get mad on his own behalf, nothing he hasn't thought before yknow? unless you hit a very senstivie spot he's got a thick skin. but he would definitely be super protective of his loved ones and in my personal HC especially about his brothers (he and terzo argue but dear satan if someone insults the other, you'll have both sets of hands around your neck). anyway, yes, i agree with this and i love that i am not the only one who sees him like that <333

[fairycosmos]

this is a pretty silly question, but do you ever feel like it’s been getting harder & harder to speak to/befriend people our age? i do, especially online. maybe i’ve personally just been having really bad luck? but dozens of dozens of people i’ve met have just been really mean, judgemental, try to come off as apathetic as possible, etc. ive been in so many gcs/spaces where ive seen if someone tries to strike up a convo people just respond with “oh” or “erm.” or they’re all just cringing at someone for liking or enjoying something. i’ve also had a lot of experiences of being unable to hold convos with people bc they only want to talk about themself/ their own interests & then the convo dies when i try to do the same. idk where i’m going with this honestly, but i feel a huge difference from even just a few years ago? even if we were strangers or didn’t end up clicking i could still have a lot of interesting convos with people, it honestly makes me a bit sad to see so many of us being so scared to talk to people and have more silly interactions

oh yeah i mean broadly speaking ppl are absolutely allergic to anything or anyone that exudes the slightest bit of earnestness esp online. i think its gotten worse the last few yrs like this absolute need for everything to be dripping in irony, hyper self awareness, nonchalance …… anything that’s not super curated is going to get that “oh!” or “that’s not-“ reaction. weirdly feels like that school environment where everyone is kind of laughing at you all the time (or waiting for the opportunity to.) and unfortunately that makes it rly hard for like any authentic human connection to happen which is shit bc i feel like we’re all so lonely but our communication skills have collectively atrophied …….. i rmr back in the day i could talk to the most random ppl in skype group chats even if we had nothing in common it was just ppl hanging out from all over the world and that was so cool ! now the internet just feels like one big performance and one big shopping center simultaneously lmfao. there’s not a lot of substance or even fun there anymore. ANYWAY! im sorry you’re having this experience too, i completely understand how isolating and depressing it is. if you ever want to chat about stuff you’re interested in my inbox will be open - i would love to hear it 💌💌

[linkbetweenlinksau]

I noticed the slight style change in Wars' scarf (from before you actually started LBL and then where we are currently) and so I was wondering.......

What was the og design for your Links? And then how did it change to how it is right now?

I thought that would be an interesting ask, so here you go!

I hope you ready for a big load of yapping Anon cuz I have many things to say about their older designs 🙏

So we’ll start with Sky!

Old design on the left and new design on the right. He had a cape LU style, baggier clothes, and had the loftwing feather attached to his earring. I have the skyloftians wear their loftwing’s feathers because it lets them feel closer to them when they’re separated from them on the surface! The thing about this design was that not only was it impractical, but it was also suuuuper annoying to draw and color. Idk if you read the old comic from before but that helped me know that his loftwing feather was driving me insane haha. The cape as well was super annoying and while baggy clothes fits Sky, it didn’t seem smart for him to have that. He was also 5’0” because I wanted him to be older than twi but shorter than him. When I redid Lbl I thought about what I hated about his design while drawing it and changed it around

I made him 5’5” so I wouldn’t have to make his Zelda super short (she’s 5’3”) and he’s definitely one of the “taller” Links. I put the sailcloth and loftwing feather at his belt so they were out of the way. I also gave him bracers that kept his baggier sleeves out of the way and yeah! Still not the most practical thing ever but this is fiction and idc 🙃I’m a little sad about the loftwing feather tho cuz I always wanted him to have a long feather on his earring since I first designed him but oh well. It’s for my own sanity haha. I still kept his more “comfier” clothes and his lightning scars hehe 😈 so yeah!

The rest of the ramblings are under here:

Minish also underwent a lot of changes:

Older design on the left and newer one on the right.

The old design not bad but it’s kinda plain to me. Being a blacksmith he has an apron and gloves, and I always imagines mc Link with curly hair. I do love his headband and I think it’s super neat, but that’s really it. It’s just plain and when he has no apron it’s even more plain. So I changed it to the newer one!

He still has curly hair and his headband but he has no more apron. His tunic is meant to resemble a Minish but I kept the golden outline for some pizzazz. I gave him back his blue eyes which are very integral to his sprite in mc imo and I changed his nose shape to match his grandpa’s and that’s probably my favorite change about him. I love his nose very much and it makes him look very unique. I kept his gloves but I also added some iron-toed boots just so metal doesn’t break his toes lol. And I always had the square belt buckle on him. It’s very fun exploring different ways to do that swirly belt buckle! I also made his tunic dark green so it’d look better. Overall I love his newer design!

Old on the left, new on the right. Time didn’t change too much but he did enough for me to talk about it! His shirt darkened to match his old tunic, gave him the gauntlets for something interesting to look at, changed his collar shape, and I changed his eye color! This actually happened after I made the newer drawing XD I changed his eye color to match Twi’s :) also I untucked his shirt. Idk why. I thought it’d look better so we’ll see lol.

Twi changed a LOT, and by a lot I mean his colors lol. I had a plan where he was going to be pale with dark brown hair to show that he isolated himself and stayed inside after tp, and lbl helped him heal and he was able to look like he went outside again. Buuuuut I changed it for my own sanity cuz that would’ve been so hard to do well lol. So the newer design has the colors he was going to get in the old lbl. Truthfully the old backstory doesn’t fit what I have in mind anymore anyways so it makes sense for him to be tan in the new one. I also added more battle stuff for him including bracers, that sleeve thing, and actual clothes that match ordon lol. I did keep the Ordona symbol tho cuz it’s cool. But yeah, other than that there wasn’t too much of a change in his actual clothes! I did give him dimples tho :> you just can’t see it

Four changed quiet a bit as well. As least when he’s merged. He used to have armor but I thought giving him a full thing of armor when he was only 14 was kind of odd so I instead took out most of the armor. I also made his colors more neutral cuz I loved the idea that Four’s colors were more white and brown to show the colors merging. But honestly i don’t like the look of it haha 😅 it makes more sense for all of the colors to be on Four anyways since it resembles the colors never fully merging so honestly I miiiight switch the colors… but anyways. I did keep the braid flower thing cuz many liked that as did I, and I changed his eye color to match the actual eye color of the colors. They will change depending on who’s in control! But yeah, change in colors 🙃 might change it again idk. I just don’t like the tan and brown haha.

I went through a whole thing with windy because he was originally gonna be 17 or 18. He was gonna be an adult. But I didn’t like that and changed him to being 14! The issue with that tho was that he looked too old in his old design. The blue lobster and coat that resembled Linebeck’s just didn’t fit him anymore so I decided to lean more into his green tunic and played with colors to get him his new design! Which I love a lot! It’s just a little more boyish with nice colors of sea foam green that I like, and it definitely fits his younger aura. That could easily have something to do with how I drew his face tho haha. The old design had the blue lobster cuz that’s what everyone else was doing and I thought the coat would be a cut homage to Linebeck. Including a gossip stone. Also no boots cuz idk, I like it. Makes it easier on me haha. And his scar is a little less healed in the new design than the old one :) it’s very clear that I decided to do what I wanted to do with his design instead of doing what I thought people wanted, and I love his newer design now. Should be easier to draw too!

Left drawing was the first design of Age, and there’s some things I do kinda like. For starters the cape is very neat and would definitely mark him as a champion, but that’s about all I like haha. His short hair is fine but it doesn’t make sense for him to cut it, the armored pieces are a pain to draw and the colors were hard to work with. So I got rid of the cape cuz I figured it’d be harder to draw and wasn’t super practical, changed the tunic color and his hair color to match canon, and gave him more simple bracers and boots. The thing about Age tho is that I don’t like his design. Same issue with Four honestly. It’s not satisfying and I wish I took the time to play with his design more instead of jumping in, so I might play with his design a bit more, might do something with the cape. But I did add Mipha’s scale to show that they’re a thing <3 and lastly he used to be 5’5” but I didn’t like that so I moved him down to 5’0”. He’s taller than Wild to show that the shrine of resurrection stunted Wild’s height (but honestly my Age did technically use the shrine of resurrection so) but he’s not absurdly taller than him haha. but yeah, i don’t like either of his designs 😔

Wild’s overall design didn’t change too much cuz I did like the champion’s tunic with the Hateno clothes on top of it, but something that I do wish I kept was that his hair can’t grow back on some parts of his head, leaving him bald. I might still keep it but it’ll be very well hidden under that mane of hair haha. I dropped the braid and let his hair flow beautifully in the wind, and smae with Age, changed the hair and tunic color! I wanted him and Age to both have the champion’s tunic so that they know that they’re technically the same :) luckily Wild has a lot of outfits so I can honestly play with the clothes whenever I want hehe.

And as you mentioned, Wars went through a lot of change too! Just like Wind I played with some ideas for him cuz I wasn’t vibing with his design. He and Sky are the only ones I had in the older lbl comic so I was able to know what I did and didn’t like about his design! I liked his tunic design for sure, and it’s still there, but the cape was kinda lame to me. It wasn’t fancy, had a bad color, and I hated the overall shape. He has his hat here but he was always going to lose it. So keeping everything else I decided to try to explore the scarf again and tried to find a style I liked. I didn’t want it to be like the game, and I wanted it to look unique to him, and eventually I settled on the big triangle shaped scarf! Makes him look more dynamic and I changed the colors so they’d look better, and I do really like his newer design! He didn’t go through much change, but it was enough to keep me satisfied! I do wish his Diamond clip was on his back like how it is in the game but oh well, I wanted it to look like some sort of Medal of Honor 🤷‍♀️ my beloved

And that’s about all the big changes! I didn’t include everyone cuz they either didn’t change much or they didn’t have old designs. Like Hyrule did change a bit with his design now having a turtleneck rather than a V-neck, but that’s about it. I don’t think Legend’s design changed at all (I love his design) and Totem and Rift weren’t in the older era of lbl :) I do need to draw refs for them tho augh. Spirit too didn’t change all that much and I don’t have room to include everyone haha. But yeah that’s what changed about them! I like the changes a lot (kind of) and I hope they won’t kill me when I draw the comic :’D I know wolf Link is giving me grief, mostly his colors.

But yeah, thank you for this ask! I love rambling about this stuff!! XD especially comparing old lbl to new lbl :)

[xaeyrnofnbe]

gonna whine and complain now. <3

i'm not saying that spike ISNT trans-coded. he is repeatedly denied acceptance as a man, despite (at least somewhat) wanting to be accepted as such. he has a couple speeches about it, it's very good. but so many people hc him as transfem because he wears eyeliner and paints his nails and is generally kinda gnc, as if that's an indicator of anything. and like, i'm not going to argue about which direction he's trans-coded in (i think transmasc, but there's probably an argument to be made for transfem as well. overlap in the trans experience, and all that) but i WILL say that a lot of people's interpretations are a little. idk. surface-level?

angel, on the other hand? probably the guyest guy to ever guy if you've only watched btvs. but on his own show there's, like, implications??? to the contrary? which are definitely meant as early 2000s "haha it's funny to question a guy's masculinity" humor, but it can also be read as angel being transfem/a trans woman/nonbinary/what have you, just DEEP in the closet. and then there's all the explicit (but never elaborated on, so could mean a long list of things. including transgender things) dialogue that states that he is not his true self, that this version of him and how he presents is merely a performance for the sake of conformity, etc. which just feels infinitely more interesting to me as a character interpretation than "guy paints his nails and is therefor a woman". i just think that angel reads as much more subtextually trans than spike does. they're both very queer, don't get me wrong, but i'm talking specifically transgenderism here.

and like i know i'm being a petty rude bitch rn but i'm holding down the fort alright? it's this or complain to my mom about it until i get lightheaded

i really wanna make a 'who's more unintentionally trans-coded, spike or angel?' poll but i know there's no point bc people are just gonna pick spike and it's pissing me off. not too seriously but like. :/

[sageandred]

I've been thinking about where these characters will go IF Bobby is dead

Eddie- Ryan Guzman has spoken in an interview he did, saying Eddie may face consequences or something to that effect of the entire storyline for seasons with Chris. I was thinking about what @ johanna-swann said in this post (about Eddie being disconnected from everyone in the 118 except Buck) & where the other characters are in life circumstances and emotionally + the fact of Eddie's absence during Bobby's death. He's going to feel guilty, no doubt, I mean I assume (can't trust Tim or Ryan Murphy), but he's got his son back and it's a 1 win, 1 lose situation. But everyone is grieving. Everyone will also have their connections they've been building up for seasons. Buck will have his (ex-)boyfriend, Hen has Karen and her kids; she's also especially connected to Chim, Chimney has the same and his family, and Eddie just has Buck, who's keeping his emotions hidden about the Bobby situation. I'm thinking, this could be a direct consequence of all Eddie's been doing for all seasons (and where his focus lies-Chris (understandable), women and relationships that go no where); I think this could be an opportunity for Eddie to have more conversations with other characters besides Buck and how we could actually get relationship-building with Hen, and Chimney, and now Ravi, that should've happened a long time ago. How is this a consequence you ask? I could see Eddid really struggling before the comfort of it all and him having panic attacks again. I could get into a whole in-depth talk on the ins and outs of Eddie, but basically I think he will really be operating between emotions of guilt, regret, and also gratitude surrounding the complex scenario of getting Chris back at this time, feeling like a bad father, and all that's led up to this point (his mistakes and all that).

Buck- struggling a ton in silence; this is going to mature Buck, for better/for worse; Athena/Buck connection (that's basically his stepmother even more now)/they're eerily the same that they most likely won't talk about their real emotions at first. I think Buck, specifically, is going to think/have some kind of crisis about where his life is going at some point, and it could make him more responsible, for the lack of a better word (stepping up to more situations and standing in leadership, idk)

Chimney- guilt/he could've saved him; a LOT of survivor's guilt; possibly depression; probably will be him struggling after the birth of he and Maddie's son, now; might question his role/compare himself to Bobby in every aspect (career, fatherhood, things of that nature)

Hen- very similar to Chim: guilt, "what could've been; if she becomes captain at some point, she won't want it/will feel very guilty about it; she'll probably be the glue though ultimately (her or Ravi-see thoughts on him below)

Ravi- I could see him wanting to quit again, either go to a new station/change professions, or more likely could push him more into being a firefighter/a reason why he wants to continue doing it and stepping up for his team after some time of the initial immeasurable grief that ensues

Athena- she is the most I'm unsure about; they're going to put her through obvious pain, so Angela can act for these episodes, but I don't know if she'll be honest about it, or hide the way Buck will; May and Harry will have to come home and help her out; I thought she'd talk about/mention Emmett, but after Angela's comment, I'm not as convinced even if she's trolling. I really don't know where they'll go with her specifically if he's dead (read my denial), because I can't see her finding love again while the show is airing, because she's already come to this realization 2 times, 3 if you count younger handcuffed-to-the-bed man (as Hen's laughing).

[fellulahh]

Hiii! I'm so happy that you're back! I have been reading your masterlists and hc's repeatedly even after you were gone! Could you do this if it interests you and you'd like to?

Sometimes I just wonder how brothers and Diavolo would react when their daughter is suddenly quiet and upset lately and turns out they have boyfriends just like the epitome of their sins in a toxic way.

For example Lucifer is Avatar of pride and his daughter's boyfriend (db for short) is extremely prideful. Mammon's (db) is extremely greedy and exploiting her without doing anything return or bare minimum. Leviathan' (db) is extremely jealous to the point of ruining her social life. Satan's db is so wrathful that he harms her by yelling or hitting her. Asmo's db is a serial cheater with lot's of affairs. (Idk about how Beel's bf turns out) And Belphie's like just being too lazy even in important situations and just not supporting his gf and she feels like she's alone in the relationship. Diavolo's? Idk perhaps being too opportunistic or not doing anything for her without return or dating her for her princess status.

How would their reactions be? (Depends on if their daughter introduces them over their parents' demand or them following their daughter to see what's upsetting them)

Coming right up!! I hope this is what you meant

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His reaction to his daughter dating someone with the same sin as him (she’s upset)

Lucifer:

- he doesn’t want to admit to the discovery.at first

- acknowledging the boyfriend’s behaviour would mean admitting his insecurities about his own behaviour and personality

- he also doesn’t want to admit how similar the boyfriend is to a “younger” Lucifer

- MC is the one to persuade him though and make him see sense

- In a rather traditional sense, Lucifer speaks with the boyfriend and - partially - threatens him

- “I see the ugliness in you that I once possessed and there’d be no limits to what I’d do to ensure *daughter* doesn’t have to go through it. I’m not going to watch her sit through a relationship with someone who doesn’t understand how lucky he is to have her.”

Mammon:

- he is completely ignorant at first

- Mammon picks up on the boyfriend’s behaviours straight away and complains to MC because what is his “daughter doin’ with a schmuck like that?!”

- “Mammon what are you talking about? He’s exactly like you.”

- he has a complete existential crisis. He never thought anything of his spendings, or the way he acts toward others

- “why did nobody tell me I was doin’ that?!”

- when the boyfriend is next over, he marches up to the daughter’s room and hits him with a “listen here pal, if ya gonna date the Great Mammon’s daughter, a few things have gotta change around here!”

Levi:

- he doesn’t notice the behaviours at all. In fact, he partially agrees with the boyfriend at first

- his opinion does a 180 though when he realises the impact it has on his daughter

- Levi only learns of her feelings when he catches her crying over something the boyfriend had done and when he tried to reason, she snapped back at him and told him exactly why he was wrong

- suddenly he feels guilty because he knows he’s behaved exactly the same way in the past

- it takes him a long time to muster up the courage to speak to the boyfriend (MC does have to practically push him into the room)

- rather than even trying to reason with the boyfriend, he tells him straight “I don’t think you should see my daughter anymore.”

- he also vows to change his own behaviour after realising the impact it can have on the people he loves

Satan:

- when he witnesses the boyfriend getting angry for the first time, he orders he leaves the house

- once he’s gone, Satan comforts his daughter as she cries

- he tells the daughter he recognises what the boyfriend is doing and informs her it will not get better

- “but Mum stayed with you?” “Your mother is a bit different, she was human. Humans are…different”

- tells her straight that if he sees the boyfriend again, he will have no choice but to physically remove him from the premises

- “I know exactly what someone like him is capable of and believe me, it’s not something you want to be around. If I know he’s laid a hand on you, I will not hesitate to kill him.” (okay daddy)

Asmo:

- feels immense guilt because his daughter is confiding in him and seeking advice for something he used to do prolifically

- he tries his best to comfort her and it works at first, but he knows it won’t be the last of her tears

- Asmo immediately goes and sees MC “what do I do? What can I possibly say to her? Oh MC, it’s horrendous!”

- MC urges him to tell the truth

- Asmo sits down with their daughter and confesses that he used to be the exact same as the boyfriend

- “listen *daughter* sweetie, I used to be just like *boyfriend*. Although I changed, he might not do the same and I want you to think about that. I changed when your darling mother came into my life. If he hasn’t done the same for you, I don’t think he should have the privilege of dating my daughter.”

Beel (not quite as serious as the rest lol):

- Beel is confused when he finds out his daughter is upset because her boyfriend keeps eating everything around them

- “you don’t get it Dad, I put so much effort into cooking something nice for us but he just inhales it. I actually think I could put a pile of rubbish on a plate for him and he’d eat it no question.”

- he sits down with the boyfriend just like a fatherly figure would

- “listen buddy, I know it’s hard but you’ve gotta slow down. *daughter* is getting upset because she thinks you don’t appreciate her cooking for you.” “But I love her food, it’s the best I’ve ever had?” “I know right! Er—I mean you’ve gotta show her that, make sure she feels the love you know.”

- gives him a supportive pat on the back

- he helps the boyfriend understand why the daughter is upset and soon he apologises

Belphie:

- he doesn’t quite get the problem at first

- “dad all he does is sleep” “what’s wrong with that?” “He misses our dates! I’m left waiting by myself all the time because he can’t even set an alarm. And then when we are out, all he talks about is how he can’t wait to get home and go back to sleep.”

- Belphie has an ‘oh yeah, that’s probably not great’ moment after their discussion

- when he gets a moment alone with the boyfriend, he sets the record straight

- “listen I know you’re not going to like this, and I know I’m a hypocrite for saying this, but if you don’t pull yourself together my daughter is going to leave you”

- Belphie keeps telling the boyfriend that he understands how difficult it is, but he can’t keep watching him upset his daughter

- “she can’t just leave me for that?” “Yes she can - I’ll make her.”

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I’m sorry I can’t find it in me to write something negative about Diavolo. I just can’t do it. 😂