#ALSO while ranting. this could just be a me inside my own head thing but what honestly gets me the most abt ccharlies feelings for cquackity

[quackurucho]

i think its very funny how embarrassingly down bad cquackity was for ccharlie Immediately right off the bat. maybe its just their limited improv/semi-lore screentime that enhances the feeling but like he literally just took him, taught him how to gamble for like 40 minutes and then immediately started saying shit like “you are my best friend you are the greatest friend that i have”. there was NOTHING gradual or reluctant about it he pretty much leaped into his arms without question

[jayden-writes]

fragile

pairing: Lucifer x gn!Reader

wordcount: ~1.5k

genre: hurt/comfort, angst

cw: descriptions of an injury (sprained ankle)

summary: When you sprain your ankle, Lucifer doesn't appreciate your attempt at hiding it.

other notes: no name, Y/N or MC used // based on this drawing by @sbmlamb // AO3 // thanks again to @gravedwe11er for helping me so much with this fic!

There was no doubt in your mind that you must have been the clumsiest being in all three realms. Twisting your ankle because you simply tried to keep up with the long strides of a demon? How utterly embarrassing.

Gritting your teeth, you kept following the brother that was escorting you back to the House of Lamentation today - Satan. It seemed as though he hadn't noticed the way you were falling behind or your minor accident at all, being too engrossed in his rant about something Lucifer had done.

Despite the mixture of pain and numbness radiating up your lower leg, you managed to catch up with him, maintaining a mostly normal expression and a steady gait. Turning his head towards you, the anger drained from his features as he observed you. He took in your carefully masked suffering and how your shoulders were heaving with the effort it had required to get back to him.

“I'm sorry,” he said, slowing his pace and giving you a worried glance, “I hadn’t realized that I was too fast for you. Are you alright? It looks like you’re in pain.”

Cursing yourself internally, you racked your brain for a believable excuse.

“I… uhm… I just have a stitch in my side. No big deal,” you explained, shooting him a reassuring smile.

Satan nodded and visibly relaxed at your words, returning his attention to the path. From that point on, the walk back was spent in comfortable stillness with him occasionally glancing at you. When you reached the mansion and entered, you exhaled a quiet sigh of relief and waved goodbye, heading straight for your room as quickly as you could without putting too much weight on your foot while still walking normally. Finally inside your own space, you hobbled towards your bed, sitting down to take off your shoe and sock, which jostled your ankle, and caused you to hiss in agony. Once it was bare, your eyes widened at the sight of it swollen and bruised.

“Fuck…” you muttered and attempted to move it, which only made the pain worse.

Suddenly, there were knocks on your door, startling you.

“Oi! It’s your turn to make dinner!” called Mammon’s voice out from the other side. Right. Of course. You had completely forgotten about that.

“Give me a moment!” you yelled back and you heard him disappear again.

Sighing, you removed the second shoe too, and slipped into a pair that had a looser fit to reduce the pressure on your foot. Then you limped towards the doorway, biting your tongue to stifle the pained whimpers threatening to escape you, and opened it. Peering outside, you looked to your left and right, checking whether someone was around. Satisfied at not seeing anybody, you stepped out and silently shut the door behind you. Making your way to the kitchen, you put as little strain as possible on the ankle.

Aside from being embarrassed about your clumsiness, you also didn’t want them to worry about you or for them to start treating you as if you were a fragile thing. You weren’t. You really weren’t. You were a human and they were demons. Surely, you would be able to handle this just fine on your own, and wouldn't have to rely on one of the brothers.

It took you almost twice as long as usual to get to the kitchen, but once you did, you immediately started gathering all of the supplies you needed to prepare the meal. Still, you stayed vigilant, closely listening for any noises so you’d know when to stop limping.

What you hadn’t accounted for, however, was the practiced silence of Lucifer’s steps. You didn’t hear him arrive, rather, you felt his presence, the way his crimson gaze burned into your back. It made the hairs on your neck stand up and you whipped around to see him leaning against the doorframe, his eyes narrowed and fixed on you.

“And what exactly,” he drawled, pushing himself off the frame to saunter towards you, “do you think you’re doing?”

“Cooking dinner…?” you replied hesitantly, although it sounded more like a question than an answer. His tall figure loomed over you, and you tried your best to maintain a casual position that kept your weight off your foot.

“Is that so?” he hummed thoughtfully, scrutinizing you. “What made you think that this was a good idea in your current state?”

“Huh? Come again?”

“You are hurt, are you not?” Lucifer’s voice was calm and collected, in contrast to the displeasure evident on his face.

“I’m not, I’m totally fi-” you began, only to be cut off by him saying your name sharply.

“Do not take me for a fool. Answer me. What made you think walking around with an injury was a good idea?”

“It’s my turn to cook dinner…” was your meek reply, and he simply sighed deeply.

“Seriously. You are incorrigible. I can’t believe you sometimes. Sit down. Now.”

Reluctantly, you obeyed him. He kneeled in front of you, reaching for your ankle, and pulled the shoe off with careful motions that betrayed the ire he was exuding.

“It’s just a bit twisted. I’m sure it’ll be fine by tomorrow, there’s no need to make a big deal out of this,” you mumbled, grimacing as you watched your swollen and bruised foot become visible again.

“Twisted, you say?” Lucifer echoed, his gloved fingers delicately grasping your injured body part as he examined it. At first, it was painful, but soon a soft glow emanated from his hands, providing a cooling sensation that dulled the ache. “It is not twisted. You sprained it, if not worse.”

“Oh…” you responded quietly. “Well, that’s not good, I guess?”

“Not good…” he repeated, shaking his head in disbelief. “That certainly is one way to say it. Especially considering that you have foolishly decided to keep straining it.”

Standing back up, he hooked one arm underneath your knees, wrapping the other around your back to lift you up. Your brain short-circuited for a moment as you were held against Lucifer’s chest. He was already halfway to your room when you managed to recover yourself and glanced up at his face to study his stern expression. Red eyes darted down to meet yours, and you flinched internally at the combination of anger and disappointment swirling in them, swiftly averting your gaze. Once he had entered, he placed you on the bed and made sure to elevate your ankle, then he turned to leave.

“Stay here and do not move. I will return soon,” he said gruffly, and with that, he was gone, leaving you alone. Defeated, you let your head sink into the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Eventually, the door handle was being pushed downwards, and heels clicked across the floor as Lucifer approached you, pulling up a chair to sit on.

“I will perform a quick diagnostic spell. It may cause an odd feeling, just bear with it for a minute,” he informed you matter-of-factly, and you gave an affirming hum, only briefly glancing at him to catch a glimpse of first-aid materials before looking away again. Mumbling some words under his breath, he grazed his fingertips over the swollen flesh, the leather of his gloves barely touching your skin. It was silent for a while and your foot prickled until he withdrew his touch.

“You are lucky. Nothing is broken, however, one of the ligaments is partially torn,” Lucifer explained plainly. “You will have to stay in bed and rest for at least a week.”

“A week?!” you exclaimed indignantly, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him. “You can’t be serious! What about RAD? I have a presentation in two days!”

He huffed in annoyance and shot you a glare, taking out bandages.

“You have two options: either you will stay in bed voluntarily or I will have you tied to it. So, what shall it be, hm?”

Without offering a response, you sank back into the bed.

“Good. I’m glad you’re finally being reasonable,” he grumbled and started wrapping your ankle up carefully.

Turning your head away from him, you clenched your jaw tightly when the pain that he had dulled earlier with whatever spell he had used resurfaced temporarily. Lucifer heaved a faint sigh as he took note of your stubborn stillness and your tense posture. As soon as he was done, he put a cold compress on your ankle and sat on the bed next to you, the mattress sinking under his weight. He spoke your name; you didn’t respond.

“Come on now,” he whispered, his voice much gentler now, and he stroked a hand over your hair, “I am simply looking out for you, you know that, right? You are far too reckless with your health.”

“You’re one to talk,” you retorted, and pouted, but you turned your gaze back towards him, observing his softened expression as he hovered over you.

“Don’t deflect,” he chuckled, and cupped your cheek, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “I will make up for it, alright? I am going to keep you company. Does that sound agreeable to you?”

“Fine…” you breathed.

“That’s my good human,” Lucifer cooed, tilting your face up to brush his lips against yours. “Now, rest.”

[dragon-ascent]

Hello, how are you ? Since you have open request I’d like to ask something : How do you think our favorite dragon Zhongli will react to his wife being accused of lying because they have corrected an historian on a false fact about Morax ?

Since English isn’t my first language I’m afraid this is not clear, I’m sorry.

Ooh, I like it, here's what I've come up with <3

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The tension is palpable and certainly not what you were hoping to land yourself in when you accepted Zhongli's request to be his plus-one aboard the Pearl Galley.

"Forgive me, Mr. Changying, but that's where I'll have to correct you," you tell the stocky man before you. The food and drinks on the table are long-untouched. "Rex Lapis didn't take on such a grand ten-headed and eight-armed form to exterminate those sea creatures. In fact, he personally went door to door to trap them in little Geo contraptions, even having a bit of trouble with the.... particularly wrigglier ones."

Changying's eyes practically roll into the back of his head. "Do you truly believe that rubbish just because that is what's commonly peddled? That the Geo archon, who could raise the mountains and calm the tides without breaking a sweat, found the task of getting rid of tiny sea creatures tedious and challenging?"

Sighing, you say, "Even the gods are subject to being less-than-perfect in their methods. And besides, the damn things were inside people's houses - brute strength would not have been handy at all. Rex Lapis needed to be careful and meticulous so that none of his people were harmed. Hence the Geo cages."

Despite how neatly you'd presented your counterpoint, Changying merely scoffs as he adjusts his glasses. He jabs a finger at you accusingly. "You're lying, just like everyone else," he growls, "and you clearly have no respect for our late archon! Do you even like him?"

Your breath nearly hitches in your throat as you gaze up at him in shock. "Ex...excuse me?"

The man pulls no punches as he continues his rant against you. "How can you so blindly believe what the masses think? Maybe if you were a real Rex Lapis follower like me, you would learn some critical thinking skills and draw more accurate conclusions!"

"I'm afraid I am on the side of my partner here, Mr. Changying," cuts in Zhongli, placing an arm on your shoulder. Relief floods your veins as you let out the breath you'd been holding. "They are correct in explaining that Rex Lapis had to go the simplistic route when dealing with Liyue's sea creature infestation."

Changying's eyes grow wide. "Forgive me, Mr. Zhongli," he murmurs, and you're not ignorant to the way his tone mellows out and becomes more respectful as he continues to speak. "I didn't know you were also in agreement of that story. But let me explain why he likely-"

"It is alright for you to have your own interpretations of events, especially for a being with an expansive history that is always being debated over," says Zhongli calmly, poised as always, "but when these interpretations are unrealistic and you still try to present them as fact...while belittling other people, no less...the line must be drawn somewhere, yes?"

Changying blanches, stammering, "Er, but don't you think Rex Lapis would appreciate deviating thought processes more, especially when..."

Zhongli's eyes narrow ever so slightly, his visage still calm as a pond. "Perhaps so, but what he would not appreciate is his people trying to one-up others in an attempt to prove they are his most loyal followers." Your husband glances at you. "I know my partner well, and they love Rex Lapis dearly. Not only do you accuse them of lying, you also undermine the love they hold for the deity."

His hand brushes against yours and he interlaces his fingers with you, giving a gentle, reassuring squeeze. You smile softly.

Changying scrambles for words, useless excuses and explanations that hardly justify him being on his high horse.

Zhongli, unamused, fires his parting shot. "Far be it for an ordinary man like myself to tell you what to do, but here is some advice: gather reliable citations for your claims, provide succinct evidence, and be respectful of those with opposing views, and perhaps then Rex Lapis would consider you a favorite of his."

With that, Zhongli escorts you away from the scene, knowing full well you will always be his favorite by far - the approving smile he gives you conveys that perfectly.

[mamirhodessxox]

One request. 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Angry black suit cody. 😍😍😍

That's all.🙃🙃🙃

Ask and you shall recieve shnookum 🤓☝️

Settle Down

Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader

Desc: Cody fires himself up during his Monday Night Raw promo which results into Y/N having to help calm him down backstage.

Contents: Fluff, Cussing, Y/N being a sweetie, angry cody 🤗‼️ (No smut in this one since next oneshot will include smut)

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“The Rock, took to instagram last week following up with a very entertaining rock concert, too bad he didn’t wanna be here tonight..” the crowd booed “Rock referred to himself as our favorite heel..?” Cody’s voice echoed throughout the arena talking & saying “The nature boy rick flair was a heel. Rock..I don’t think you’re a heel I think you’re an asshole..” Cody scowled directly into the Camera while standing inside the ring as if you two were making eye contact despite the fact you were backstage watching this all go down on the tv that laid against the wall of his dressing room.

“Haven’t you been crying behind the scenes this whole time? I mean once that hashtag came out once they started chanting something else, you went and CRIED to your buddies on the TKO board ‘HEY HEY! This is gonna be some good pr for the rock I need to save wwe’ god knows look at thise house we sure needed saving right?! He said it’s gonna be this great pr for the rock until it wasn’t..” Cody ranted while circling around staring directly at the live camera & you immediately noticed that he was beginning to fire himself up the more he spoke.

“Rock, the TKO folks said to you oh my gosh yes rock yes put on your gucci shirt your muscles will look so big YES YES YES YES! The reason they said it is because they are YES people they are enablers they don’t tell you like it is, so I’m going to.” Cody scoffed as he went on another tangent on how he could admit many things on the Rock but then he pissed himself off so much to the point where he started becoming more verbally agressive “Rock you are also a terrible Salesman a carny succubus and for those who don’t know what that means..Your a whiney BITCH.” He snapped.

Y/N sat in the dressing room staring directly into the fury of his eyes right through the television screen, all this talk about the rock had genuinely started becoming angering to him & bothersome that he somehow managed to upset himself the more he spoke. “You haven’t been in the ring in real time action in YEARS! And April 6th the BELL is gonna ring! What happens rock when it rings? Are you gonna have all that Big Dwayne Energy or LDS?! Little. DICK. Syndrome!” He shouted while all of the fans within the arena started Chanting, Cheering, Shouting waving around their signs while even the announcers chuckled to themselves.

For the rest of his promo he continued ranting, shouting & even going as far as making a sudden deal with The Wiseman Paul Heyman, threatening to pull a Homelander & rip out his throat if he didn’t get to the point which left Paul a little shocked. Once his promo for the night was finished You immediately left the dressing room just as he rushed his way backstage huffing and puffing mumbling with Jey & then approaching you hut you held up your hands that lightly knocked against his chest about to speak but you shook your head

“Cody I can tell you’re pissed off, You upset your own self just by talking about Dwayne alone & before You do anything like take off the suit, get comfortable, go to the bus I need you to grab some water & take a breath.” You spoke softly as you noticed his hands were shaking in irritation and inner rage before he took a deep breath & exhaled while nodding.

“Good. Now let’s get you out of that suit & into the bus before Pharaoh looses his mind..” you pat his shoulder while you two went to the dressing room. You helped him get undressed and for a moment he just legit stood there with boxers on ranting his heart out “Had the nerve on him to mention MY mother y/n and complain about me shedding ONE tear ONE SINGULAR TEAR but this entire time he’s bitching and WHINING to TKO” he started shouting a bit while you folded his suit & packed it away. You turned around & started shushing him softly and pat his chest “Baby your yelling, Settle down okay? I know your pissed hell I would be do if someone talked about my parents like that. But I need you to lower your voice, your throats gonna go raw. Like Monday.”

Cody chuckled at the corny joke you had made to help cheer him up while pulling him into a warm hug as you practiced deep breathes with him “Thank you sweetheart I don’t know what i’d do without you.” You smiled shrugging “I don’t know either.” He snorted and pressed a kiss against your lips “alright now pipe down a bit.” You laughed before giving him one more kiss.

Cody was not an easily angered man, until things like his parents or loved ones getting mentioned but when he had You around? He was going to go a long way when you knew how to calm down in the right ways.

xtripleiiix’s Masterlist

[dreamingoftaehyun]

"please sir" | l.sm

pair: COLLEGE professor! lee seokmin x afab! reader

summary: you fail your favourite professors class and you make a deal with him to help you pass.

warnings: porn with a tiny bit of plot, lowkey cringy, soft dom! seokmin, unprotected sex (don't do this), he cums inside, spanking, praise, oral (fem receiving), fingering, slightly inexperienced reader, pet names like good girl, baby, darling.

wc: 1.9k

a/n: this is the first time i’m posting on tumblr and i’m kinda scared but i’m pretty proud of this fic so i hope you like it :) also i was listening to crazy in love the whole time i wrote this, honestly helped me finish it

professor lee was the kindest teacher you'd ever had. he was the hot, single professor on campus everyone had a crush on. sometimes he'd even teach you things one on one if you were struggling, and he'd take time out of his day just to talk to you. his attention got to the point that your classmates swore he definitely played favourites, but you knew he had a motive behind his actions. your knowledge lead you to today, in his office, crying because you had gotten your (luckily not final) results for this term. and you just flunked professor lee's class.

you felt guilty because he'd literally tutored you at his own free will. what a waste, you thought. you hadn't meant to start crying while trying to explain yourself to the man, but the tears pricked at your eyes.

"y/n, it's alright that you failed. it's only the the second term, you have next semester to prove yourself." he tried his best to comfort you.

"i feel so hopeless, sir... i'm so sorry," you continued your rant, more tears staining your cheeks. professor lee stood up now, making his way to you.

putting a hand on your shoulder, he made you look him in the eyes. "you're not hopeless, y/n. everyone fails in life. you just have to keep on going and try harder next time, which i know you will. you're an intelligent person."

he started to wipe your tears with a tissue, and smiled so warmly your heart almost melted.

then an idea popped into your head. sure, it would embarrass you for life if he declined, but somehow you just knew he wouldn't.

"sir... what would i need to do if you changed my score before the final results come out?"

professor lee's smile dropped, and he took his hand off your shoulder. "y/n, are you trying to bribe me?"

he was putting on an act all of a sudden, you could see through him. "so what if i am? you'd do it for me, wouldn't you?"

he sighed, breaking eye contact with you and leaning backwards onto his desk and folded his arms. "what makes you think i would?"

"i'm your favourite student, mr. lee." you smiled sweetly, making him look at you again. taking in a breath, he stuttered. "i-i don't play favourites."

humming, you kept the sickly sweet smile on your face as you tried your best to plead with the man. "don't lie to your favourite student, mr. lee. you wouldn't want to upset me, would you?"

he groaned in annoyance as he put both of his hands on your shoulders. "you want to play this game, y/n?"

you nodded. "i'll do anything you want me to. as long as you keep my end of the deal, mr lee."

professor lee scoffed, but then he leaned closer to your ear, "my name is seokmin, baby."

the pet name made you shudder. "tell me what you want me to do, seokmin."

"bend over the desk for me, y/n." he ordered and you obliged. you heard his footsteps walk away from you, hearing the lock click shortly after.

his hands on your waist made you jump a little. "be a good girl for me and stay quiet, okay?" he whispered before pulling your pants down to your ankles. "now, i don't think i should reward you yet after what you just pulled."

you whined and seokmin chuckled at your state. then, he slapped your right cheek with force, making you cry out at the suddenness.

he rubbed your ass and shushed you. "not too loud, don't want people to hear how desperate you are for me, y/n."

you opened your mouth to speak, but he slapped your opposite cheek making your jaw shut tight. "what should i do with you baby?"

"use me, sir... please," you mewl. your panties were soaked at this point. as if seokmin read your mind, he dragged a finger along your clothed cunt. "so needy..."

"all for you- ah!" another slap. "no talking except for you counting the slaps, got that?" his dominant tone made you writhe under him. he slapped your ass again. "three..."

you peeked behind you. seokmin's shirt was buttoned down and open, showing off his toned chest. he then wrapped his fingers into the waistband of your underwear.

"is this okay, darling?" he asked as he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. when you gave your consent, he pulled them down. "so pretty..." he breathed out, seokmin made you turn around and sit on the desk facing him, before getting on his knees in front of you. when you felt his breath against your warmth, you suddenly felt insecure.

"no one's ever eaten me out before," you squeaked out, and seokmin stared up into your eyes. "i'll make you feel good, darling."

he buried his head between your thighs, his tongue licking a stripe up your folds made your eyes shut tightly. he started eating you out like a man starved.

it took everything not to moan loudly, your hand clamped over your mouth and only quiet whimpers escaping. seokmin kept eye contact with you the whole time he tongue-fucked you.

his nose bumped your clit every few seconds, and you didn't know when he slipped a finger inside of you until he started pumping.

he tore his mouth away from you for a moment, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as two of his slender fingers fucked into you. "tastes so good, exactly how i imagined..." he trailed off, his eyes now transfixed onto your cunt taking his fingers in.

the knot in your stomach was so close to breaking, soft moans getting louder and more desperate. "sir, i'm gonna-!"

then, he withdrew his fingers from you. "sorry baby, but i need to feel you cum on my cock."

"not fair, i was so close!" you huffed. seokmin chuckled darkly, turning you around again and bending you over. another slap to your ass, "for talking back."

you had an internal battle with yourself, whether you wanted to be a brat and have him punish you more or be good and have him finally fuck you.

seokmin unbuckled his belt and you watched as his pants pooled down to his ankles. "do you want me to take you from behind or in front, y/n?"

"i wanna see you..." you murmur, embarrassment flushing your face. "of course you do darling," seokmin teased as he turned you around again.

when you made eye contact, he pulled you in for a kiss. not a quick peck, or a sloppy one, but a kiss filled with love. you felt his smile on your skin and you couldn't help but reciprocate.

when you pulled away, you could finally take a good look at the man you've been dying to fuck since the first day of his class. he was beautiful, from his pretty face to his drool-worthy abs. then, your eyes trailed further down and you saw his bulge.

you nearly salivated at the thought of his dick in your mouth, but you decided that's for another day. "i don't have a condom, are you on the pill? i'm clean." seokmin pulled you from your thoughts.

"yeah, i'm clean too," you breathed out and seokmin pulled you into another kiss as he pulled his boxers down.

you couldn't resist and your hands wrapped around his length, and seokmin let out a small gasp. smirking, you started to pump him and he turned into putty in your hands.

spreading your legs, you spit on your hand and pumped his length more before bringing the tip to your hole. "fuck me, sir."

as fast as the words left your mouth, he pushed inside. "fuck, you're so tight,"

you'd only ever had sex once before, so the feeling of having someone inside you was basically foreign. it hurt, but the pain was so worth it.

"are you okay?" seokmin asked, and you let out a small whimper as he finally entered fully inside of you. "yeah, just- wait a minute."

he stayed still until you tapped his shoulder and he started moving at a slow pace. he kept at it for a bit, but you grew impatient. "seokmin, i said use me."

he moaned at your words and picked up the pace, sounds of skin slapping and both of your noises combined filled the small office.

"want me to use you like the good girl you are, huh?" he grunted out, snaking a hand between you and started rubbing your clit. "oh fuck, wanted you for so long..."

seokmin's confession slipped your mind, too lost in the pleasure to care. his cute moans filled your ear and his thrusting started getting sloppy. "ah- baby, can i cum inside? wanna.. please," he begged.

him pathetically moaning above you turned you on so much more then you thought it would. "fuck, yes! fill me up seokmin,"

"cum on my cock baby, i know you can do it." he started rubbing at your clit faster. your legs started shaking as you tried wrapped them around his waist, pulling seokmin closer to you.

the heat radiating off both your bodies and the smell of sex was intoxicating. your moans started becoming pitchier as his thrusts reached your g-spot.

"ohmygod, i'm gonna cum!" you cried out as your legs trembled while you came undone. his name never left your lips, chanting it like a mantra as seokmin kept thrusting into you, chasing his own high.

your hands glazed over his sweat covered chest, letting him use you to release. the overstimulation from your orgasm made your breath hitch and legs feel like jelly.

"y/n, i'm close, fuck!" seokmin whimpered as he released inside you, his warmth painting your walls white. sounds of panting and the clock in the corner ticking filled your ears.

seokmin pulled out of you with a shy smile as if you hadn't just had sex, and quickly got some tissues from the box on his desk. he cleaned you up, wiping his cum and your sweat off of you. you were both quiet and you couldn't figure out what to say.

"thank you, y/n... i really liked that," seokmin spoke up, albeit rather awkwardly. now you suddenly felt embarrassed for using your teacher like this.

when you opened your mouth to speak, his lips enveloped yours. you slid a hand up his chest, and his nails digged into your waist. "i'd like to do this again," he whispered on your lips.

"seriously?" your eyes widened. you didn't expect that. seokmin giggled when he saw your reaction. "of course, i've been giving you signals all semester!"

"if you give me a good mark i'll go on a date with you," you joke.

"well, i was actually going to pass you when i reread your paper before you came into my office anyways," seokmin shrugged and your jaw dropped. "so i embarrassed myself for no reason?!"

"darling, you're the best pussy i've ever had. i don't think you embarrassed yourself." he whispers in your ear. you want to slap the smirk off of his face, but he was way too pretty to lay a finger on.

"so, that date's still on right?"

[nerdranttheories]

Okay I’m going to geek out about Toshinori’s costume designs because I’m an English major and analyzing tiny details in text is what we do and also I love??? The designs! And each one tells us so much about All Might and his focus during each costume.

Costume 1 (Young Might):

So first off, despite young All Might’s longtime dream of being a hero, his suit is mostly black. A stark difference from comics books and his later self which tend to be bright primary colors. The few dashes of primary colors he has are desaturated, even in the second instance where we see this costume. This would have likely been the only costume Toshinori designed himself, as David became his designer in college.

Obviously, others have pointed out the similarities to Nana’s suit, just like how Izuku copied AM’s, so I don’t think it will be necessary for me to point that out. But this suit is also very practical. Something the flashy All Might isn’t really known for, but let me point the details out. He has boots, gauntlets, as well as what appears to be protection for his upper torso, and even for his neck. A decent balance between more protection and more weight, which would slow a hero down. Also, unlike Nana’s suit, his extends completely down the arms. The only skin surface available is that of his hands, something that stays the same through all of his costumes and as such, must be something he personally insists on. In media, gloves often represent someone with secrets, or a guarded personality. All Might not wearing gloves shows how open he is, not just with his friends but strangers too. And it’s humble, too. It’s not an unfeeling, covered hand extending to you when you’re in danger, it’s the bare-handed reach of a friend, and I fully believe that’s why Toshi goes without gloves. Also it’s possibly a sensory thing for him as well, which goes with my canon-supported theory that this man has ADHD, but that’s a nerd rant for another time.

The colors are important because while obviously they mimic Nana, you can practically see through the color choice that Toshinori is not in his right mindset here. While later the oversaturation of colors serves to show how his own heroism has made him into something Else, and outside of his own head, leaving the man inside to shrivel away, these muted colors show that Toshinori has not yet blossomed. Also in the brief scenes we see of him when he is younger, Toshinori is very solemn. The one scene we get of him smiling when he’s young is when Izuku is comparing them at the same age, and even then, it’s more of a smirk as opposed to the signature All Might grin we all know and love. Black also is just a reasonable color for something like crime-fighting. Black shows the least grime/dirt, so he could reasonably spend more hours out in this costume without having to come home and wash it/trade it out. (Which is something that I love that this series includes, by the way!)

Costume 2-ish:

Toshinori adds some shoulder pads for the fight with AFO, probably expecting to stand side-by-side with his mentor. I could give a more full-body image but this is really the only difference I could pick out.

Costume 3 (College Might):

This is the first costume of All Might’s that is designed by David Shield.

First off, props to David. He’s an awesome designer. He not only made a new design, but incorporated several choices from AM’s previous suit, and definitely conferred a lot with Toshi on how he wanted his suit to look while still ensuring its functionality.

Black is traded for a dark, unsaturated blue, giving AM a more peaceful look, as navy blue is considered to be a calming color. (Even Endeavor wears it! But maybe copying AM and not wearing it for the same purposes?) All Might’s cape is also changed from red to blue, taking away the dark look and making it the color of the sky, again adding to that Symbol of Peace idea that is Toshinori’s dream. The gauntlets and boots remain, but the chest-piece has been removed, offering up more mobility. The yellow of his belt has been brightened, and added in place of the blues on his gauntlets and boots, giving him an overall more friendly look as opposed to the more subdued one he had before with the blue accents. The red has been removed as well, and by moving it to his body, it gives the impression of veins and the blood that is pumping away through the heart of this hero, which is fantastic for someone who cares as much as Toshinori does. White was also added vertically on the sides of the suit, thinning out the very intimidating form of Toshi and making him more approachable, while adding a more pure look to his overall form. This appears to be in part, a stylistic choice on David’s end that follows through to the other suits, though it’s hard to know if it remains on the Bronze Age Suit as well.

Overall the brighter colors telegraph that Toshinori is doing much better mentally at this point. He now has A Friend, and for the time being, is safer from the troubles at home, until he has to return.

Costume 4 (Bronze Age):

We don’t even get a full look at this suit, indicating that its time in use was likely short-lived. As I’ve seen others suggest, it seems very likely that when All Might returned to Japan, he went straight down to business and began doing vigilante work as he tried to track down AFO. However, possibly due to a combination of not finding him and All Might’s rising popularity, he seems to abandon this track and move on to a different form of heroism, which his suit symbolizes. I’ll briefly point out that Toshinori returns to the primarily black suit he had as a teenager, as well as the shadows of his face that add to the idea that as soon as he got back to Japan, he reverted to the mindset he had when he left.

Costume 5 (Silver Age):

This suit indicates to me that this period was All Might’s prime, despite his later suit being considered the Golden Age of All Might. (And even though it’s my least-favorite design.) He has the typical cape of a hero, and the bright colors are now fully of typical comic book style. The circular design on his chest indicates a target, but with being cast in white and surrounded in red, gives the impression that he himself is not the target, but the villainy around him is. Or at least, that is likely the thought process for this design. Other than the dashes of white here and there, the colors are very solid, possibly indicating a more stable, but single-minded train of thought, something AM is notorious for. No offense to Dr. Shield, but I would have mixed the colors better in here, and the cape connection is too bulky for someone who’s as jacked in the shoulders as Toshinori is. Alas, I am not the designer. We shall move on.

Costume 6 (Golden Age):

I love this suit. Plenty of analysis has been done on it already, but I think it’s a fantastic representation of how Toshinori’s been crushed under the very image he had originally wanted to create. His shadows are darkest and most severe here, reminiscent of how body-builders dehydrate themselves to get the best appearance of their musculature. His posing is also more inward, as opposed to the silver age, with the angles of his elbows being less directly out and more in, and instead of appearing confident, it’s more of how a cat puffs out its hair to make itself appear larger when it’s scared. I had a long bit to go with this but it was eaten by the Tumblr gremlins. Basically I believe this suit was made post AFO-battle. All Might is declaring he’s not finished yet, all while knowing his time is running out. This suit has several callbacks to the original suit David designed for him, with the navy, though more saturated base and the red lines running throughout the form, though the gauntlets and boots from before have been integrated into the suit itself. This could reflect David’s mindset as well, as he reminisces about the days when Toshinori was healthy and happy, when now Toshinori’s health is rapidly fading.

Anyway, here’s my costume analysis! I think it adds a little more insight to Toshinori’s mental state and situations in the years outside of the show as well as in them, and I hope you enjoyed this read! I’d love to hear other ideas too, if anyone has them!

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hii!!! I love your work so much!!! I was wondering if you could do a hurt/comfort with Miguel O’hara where him and the reader get into an argument over something (you can choose what) and maybe where he has to apologize to the reader. I Love angst that ends in fluff!!! ❤️❤️❤️

You and Miguel fought like every other couple but the most recent fight has to be one of the worst in your relationship. You understood that Miguel was a born natural protector, especially when it comes down to the people that he loves, so much to the point that he’s hightailing anyone who threatens to tear apart the relationships he treasured on all fours with a crazed look in his scarlet eyes.

You could never fault him for being that way with everything he’s ever been through but it does however become somewhat difficult to excuse when he’s practically breathing down your neck 24/7, partnering up with you on missions that he knows you can do on your own but felt that you might need the back up, or how his emotions seemed to change as though he was having a hard time deciding whether or not to act as your boyfriend or the leader of the Spider-Society.

You loved Miguel, deeply and truly but you couldn’t help to think that sometimes he felt more so your boss then he did your boyfriend but you just didn’t know how to bring that up with him; fortunately for you, the situation did arise but unfortunately it came from an argument relating to your most recent mission. ‘I had it handled Miguel and then you had to go and take my anomaly, my capture, you had to completely take over my mission that was assigned to me and me alone to pursue!’ You ranted as you got back home, peeved off by the fact that once again your solo mission became and impromptu duo mission, because of Miguel’s incompetence in seeing that you were more then well trained within your field of expertise.

‘I was just trying to-‘ Miguel started

‘Protect me, I know.’ You interrupted bitterly. ‘I’m thankful for that but it happens so frequently that I’m starting to think that you don’t have any semblance of trust in me nor my abilities in getting the job done.’ You added on as you continued to say everything you’ve been meaning to say for a long while, saying the things that have been long overdue, and how much it hurt to keep silent about something for so long that it starts to feel as though it’s not only effecting you mentally but physically and emotionally also. Miguel didn’t know that this was how you truly felt and felt down -more so with himself then with you- with that he wasn’t able to see how his overbearing and protective nature had made dwindled down your self confidence until it became self doubt.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ Miguel asked, voice soft and vulnerable, ‘we promised to tell each other when either of us get like this, not drown ourselves in it.’ You inhaled unevenly as tears brims your eyes as you began to tug at your clothing out of anxious habit, ‘I just didn’t want to my fears to be proven right, I didn’t want to be viewed as a burden by the person I love most.’ You croaked as the first completes of tears began to rain down your cheeks. ‘Y/n.’ Miguel began as he slowly made his way to your side, his hands already reaching out to cradle your body against his chest, tucking your head protectively under his chin as his muscular build acted as to shield you from the lives you both lived outside.

‘There’s no one I trust more then you, I’m sorry I’ve made you feel that way and this is now way shape or form an attempt in justifying my actions but whenever I see you go out there and do what you do, I become terrified.’ He confesses and you peak your head out from under his chin so you could see his tired but adoring eyes look back at you; Miguel’s eyes were your favourite feature of his because of how expressive they are that even he could express his innermost feelings without the need to verbalise it. And in that moment you could see a multitude of emotions fighting inside him, guilt for not being able to see your struggles sooner, anger at himself for not being there when you so desperately needed his comfort, and regret for the times where he implanted doubt within your mind.

‘What do you mean by that?’ You asked, cupping his face within your hands and watching as Miguel practically fell apart in your touch as he pressed more of his face into your palms, his eyes never once leaving yours whilst doing so. ‘I love everything once because I wasn’t ready,’ he says, ‘and I’m not prepared for loosing everything again because I’ve became hyperaware that even the smallest of shifts have greater impacts down the line, think of it as a kind of butterfly or domino effect- but that isn’t what I’m trying to say.’ Miguel cuts himself off when he notes that he was on the verge of rambling and composed himself before getting back to the point. ‘What I’m trying to say is that, you’re amazing at what you do and you shouldn’t allow anyone to make you think otherwise, not even me. You amaze me each and every time but deep down I worry that one day I’ll end up repeating my past and loose you in the process and if I loose you…I don’t know how I could cope and instead of being upfront about it with you, I decided to double down on my fear and became overbearing and overprotective of you.’

Miguel didn’t realise that he had been crying until he felt your thumbs come up to wipe them from under his eyes nor did he notice how blurred his vision became with unshed tears until he clocked the fact that he could barely make out what was in front of him. He never allowed himself to become vulnerable but with you it was an entirely different story for he knew you wouldn’t think differently of him for being open about the anguish he held closely to his heart despite how unhealthy it was to his health. ‘Oh Miguel,’ you cooed, wiping away another tear from his beautifully sculptured face; This Greek god of a man was reduced to nothing but a fallen angel weeping over the loss of his wings and all you could do was cry with him in solidarity.

you were both hurting but by doing so you were also healing together by opening up to one another about things you originally thought you’d never discuss. ‘You aren’t to blame for what happened, you did all you could, you’re a hero.’ Miguel whimpered as he held onto you tighter, burrowing his face against your neck, where it became wet with his tears smearing across the skin there. ‘I don’t blame you for wanting to look out for me either for I know now that you weren’t intentionally trying to make me feel less than. I can’t make your fear go away but I can certainly try and make you believe that I’m not going anywhere, not with you.’ You whispered your promises into his ear as you held him against you, it was your turn to protect Miguel and you’d be sure to kiss his every scar that marked his skin and soul if it was the last thing you did.

[taesanluv3r]

flower shop confessions.

kim woonhak x reader

another woonhak love confession story 😭 im sorry im just really obsessed w the idea of woonhak telling his crush he likes her and it cld go so many ways and i feel like i HAVE to put all my ideas out there TT ALSO this is rlly ass cause im still on my trip and didnt bring my laptop so pls pls excuse the spelling mistakes / grammatical errors 💔 i just REALLY needed to write this 😭😭 okay lowercase intended, pls enjoy <3

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listen to 1980s horror film by wallows while reading...!

he didn't know what it was. maybe it was the way she said his name, the way each syllable ran smoothly out of her mouth. perhaps it was the concern on her face when his clumsy self tripped over his own shoelaces, and the constant nagging and scolding she'd give him afterwards. it could be just…her in general. the way her hair fell down below her shoulders, how she wore her clothes in such a way so she wouldn't look as short as she really was. whatever it was, kim woonhak was completely and utterly, ridiculously in love with her...with yn ln.

yet he was absolutely oblivious.

sure he knew he felt something, why else would his heart beat faster when she was nearby? why on earth would his ears perk up upon hearing her name? even worse when he hears her voice. but the idiot was nothing more than a child, an immature little prick who couldn’t quite grasp the concept of being in love. these feelings confused him, there was no way he could understand them himself, he needed some help.

“what’s up, kid?”

myung jaehyun. arguably the best person to ask for advice from, and historically the worst! but hey, you live and you learn; not with jaehyun though, there is not a single thought in his head. “hyung i need your help, i was gonna ask taesan hyung but i figured he’d make fun of me…” he spoke naturally, not an ion of nervousness in his voice, but this was before he started to think about her again. “it’s yn, yn ln” he began, heart beating faster already. jae nodded his head slightly, allowing the younger boy to continue.

“i don’t know how i feel about her. i don’t think i like her like that, but whenever she’s around i just get so nervous and my whole body gets on this fight or flight mode. she makes me so…breathless? yeah, it’s like she physically stabbed me in the gut and stole all of my organs. i don’t get it, i used to be able to talk to her so easily but nowadays i just…can’t? not without panicking inside and stuttering. she’s ruining my cool guy persona!!! what do i do!?”

the senior boy let out a chuckle, finding the junior’s rant and obvious infatuation for the girl a little bit hysterical. woonhak was even more lost now, lifting an eyebrow up in utter confusion when his friend finally calmed himself down. “look kid, it’s obvious you have feelings for her. and it’s okay to not know what that feeling is. just go with your gut on this, and if you’re still unsure…give it a couple days and when you’re really desperate, tell her. tell her all the things you told me. i can’t guarantee you any great outcome, but maybe it’ll help” the younger boy nodded, bidding the myung guy goodbye before leaving the highschool’s library and deciding to get some fresh air on his walk home.

about halfway through his walk he felt a wave of goosebumps wash over his skin; it was odd considering the fact that the weather was exceptionally warmer today, not to mention the boy wore his school’s varsity jacket. what in the world could have caused this? and that’s when she saw her.

he sighed, the yellow-ish tint of the pretty fairy lights that combed the roof of the flower shop on the street illuminated against her skin. her hair had seemingly grown a little longer overnight, he’d know, for he remembered rather clearly that it hadn’t reached her collarbones the way it did today the day before. it was nearly six pm, but the girl still wore the star academy uniform, a white button-up with the red and blue skirt with her black sweater layered on top. she worked at the rose-scented shop after her lessons right after school three times a week, and today just so happened to be one of those days…

she was pretty, he has always thought so. ever since they bumped into each other at school one day, and coincidentally she moved into the same neighbourhood as him the next week. he had talked to her before, in fact, they were rather close. it was only recently he had been feeling different, just the mere sight of her sent grumbly butterflies to overflow his stomach. even when she did the most mundane things, like tie up her hair or take pictures of the pretty sunset, or like right now; helping some old lady pick the perfect flowers for a large bouquet…yn ln made kim woonhak’s heart melt into pieces.

he didn’t know how he got there, he must’ve been too deep in his thoughts to notice that his feet had taken him into the flower shop. the ding of the bell atop the door shook him out of his trance, and alerted the female worker. his friend, but as of right now he wanted her to be something more. “woonhak! just got back from dance practice? i hear the team has a competition at the end of the month” yn was cheerful as she rearranged some of the lavender that was left on her counter from her last customer. “mhmm, practice is going really good, heard you’re doing the decoration and costume for us?” his sentence came out breathier than usual, it was the unconscious worry that he’d say something wrong. she nodded before she began to silently sing along to the songs that shuffled from her playlist.

~ she was only seventeen, oh why are girls in songs always seventeen? ~

“is there anything i could help you with?” she asked, 1980s horror film by wallows blasting out of the vintage speaker she bought at a thrift store the other day. “yeah um, i thought, while i’m here, i should be a good child and get my mom some flowers. but if i’m honest, i don’t know what to get” he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head while she mirrored his movement; except she actually had an itch on her neck. “hmm, well your mom seems like a young soul who’s got a big heart. so i’d go with the poppies, lilies and ranunculus. they symbolise youth, innocence, grace and…what was it? oh! and joy”

she looked so passionate when she spoke, and after he had agreed with her choices, kim began to stare. not in a creepy way, of course. rather, he was enchanted by her focus; her tongue stuck out as she arranged the flowers, and he noticed her little huffs in annoyance when the loose strands of hair fell against her face. she looked so…in her element and all the boy could think was…’shit, she’s perfect’

~ she was from a movie scene, and now she plays in my head all day ~

“alright, here you go!” yn smiled brightly, handing the boy the bouquet and the pennies of change. “ah, thank you so much!” he mimicked her grin, heart-eyes all too obvious as he retrieved the flowers from her grasp. “anything else i could help you with?” she asked finally, tilting her head slightly as she did so. now was his chance, he’d have to play it smooth…it was now or never, kim woonhak had to confess.

he thought about his next move as if he were playing a game of chess. the advice he had gotten from jaehyun earlier retrograded in his mind. then he remembered where he stood, and i don’t mean that as in mentally, i mean physically; in a flower shop. just perfect.

“yeah, so basically i’m in love with this girl, and i wanted to know if there was a flower to say…eternal love? or you know, something of that sense” smooth one woonhak, smooth. there was a slight frown that casted upon the girl’s face, but before he could ask her what was wrong, she had straightened herself out and began helping him out. “yes! um- red roses, they’re a classic for this…here, i just un-thorned this one” her voice came out quieter, juxtaposing the way she usually was. instead of worrying him, her reaction gave him a slight bit of hope. he grabbed the single rose from her, thanking her before he pretended to leave. once he was at the foot of the door he turned on his heels,

"oh!"

he exclaimed, walking back towards her counter when she lifted an eyebrow at him in confusion. “this is for you, actually…so um, call me?” and he handed her back the rose, shooting her a crooked smile and quick wink before pacing out of the store to save himself from further embarrassment, just in the case that she didn’t feel the same.

later that evening, when kim woonhak laid on his comfy bed, the one with the tayo the little bus bed sheets he's had for ages, he felt a sickening feeling of nerves racking throughout his body. she still hasn’t called or texted. but all that worry was to be washed away when his phone chimed a familiar sound.

yn (pls love me 💔):

i love you too, woonhak <3 see you at school tomorrow? and thank u for the rose 🌹

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SCORE!

the end.

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LMAOAOAO this was so random idk 😭 again sorry if this sucks balls im still away n dont have my laptop </3 love u guys tysm for reading. feedback n reblogs r greatly appreciated!! love, kona.

[cosmicanemoia]

The 6ft Tall; Down on All Fours.

Larissa Weems x Reader

SUMMARY

Larissa shifts into a cat to get close to you.

A/N: I got the pics above from Pinterest. She's so cuteeee. Of course it's not proofread, none of my work is. Also, forgive me if I'm ungrammatical, english is not my mother tongue. Hope this makes sense to y'all. Hahasz.

Larissa have been watching you through the window of her usual café for quite some time now. She finds you adorable and she just can't keep her eyes off of you.

She doesn't love their coffee but she sure does love watching you pet stray cats. Suddenly-- a 'brilliant' idea popped into her head.

'I should shift into a cat.' She shook her head at the thought. But, after a few days she finds herself shifting into a cat, and walking over to you, 'best decision ever made' she meowed and purred at you when you went on to pet her.

She doesn't even realise that she's doing it more often. What seems like a brilliant plan for her is just plain crazy for most people. It's like her senses are out of place. You've reduced her to a hopelessly in love shapeshifter, transforming into a cat, for all the goddesses' sake. She had lost her common sense, her body having a mind of its own. She just can't help it.

From a strong, powerful, and highly intelligent woman, to a helpless fluffy cat. A cat as white as the cloud in a clear and warm morning sky. From a 6ft tall woman, to a cat down on all fours.

While you pet the cat, you went and talk to it. "What's your name, baby?" You spoke to it, "where's your owner?" Catrissa purred to answer and it translate to 'I'm right under her palms, she just doesn't know it yet.'

The interaction became frequent. One time, you talked to the cat and told her how your day went, until it became a daily routine.

Catrissa felt at home under your palms. You pick her up to hug her and she lets you, unlike the other stay cats. You hugged her, bringing her on your chest and squeezing softly, and told her you like her most and that she's your favourite cat. Catrissa meowed and it translate to 'I love you.'

You were waiting for Catrissa, but you don't see her anywhere so you decided to go into the café.

Once inside, you bumped to a very tall, goddess of a woman, which you would later know goes by the name, Larissa Weems.

"Oh god-- sorry, Goddess. Wow!" You inhaled deeply as you speak, "You're breathtaking." And you exhaled loudly and ask "are you real?"

Larissa is red and all flushed, how can she not, when you, the woman she transform into a cat for, bombarded her with compliments. She manages to keep her cool and answers "yes, darling. I'm very much real."

"Cool, cool." You nodded as you reach your hand out for her to shake, "I'm Y/N." Larissa quickly took your hand and shake them vigorously and replied "I know." You're confused by her answer and you thought to yourself 'how'd she know me?'

You decided to just nod and ask her, "oh yeah? Where and how?" Larissa suddenly remembers how she turns into a cat, she remembers how she's always walking up to you, just so you would pet her. How you would tell her about your day. Your frustration and your rants about certain things. She felt embarrassed and slightly guilty.

Larissa heats up even more while still holding your hand so you feel her heat up and see her face turn even more red. You took your hand and she immediately misses the contact, but to her surprise, you took her wrist and pull her closer. You put your other hand up to feel her forehead "are you okay, miss?" You inquired and she gulped and responded "I'm fine, darling." You slowly took your hands back to let her go and said "okay" as you slightly step back.

You squeezed her hand softly and give her a warm welcoming smile. "I have to go." Larissa rushes to get out the door, but before she could leave, you shouted, making her halt. "Hey goddess, I didn't get your name." You said and she turns on her back, and cleared her throat to reply, "it's Larissa Weems, darling." Then she rushes to leave. And you're left there completely mesmerized by her.

While walking towards the café, Catrissa shows up again, making you stop on your tracks to pet her. You told Catrissa about Larissa Weems. You told her how you felt something shift when you first laid eyes on her. How it was rather strange, all the while familiar.

Ever since, you started seeing Larissa at the café more often. Everytime you see her at the cafe, you would make your way to her, and she to yours. You have small talks. Sometimes without your knowledge, your hands sometimes finds their home to Larissa's thigh, or her shoulder, or her wrists, or even her hands, sometimes fidgeting with her fingers as well. And everytime that you touch her, she suddenly have to rush out. It's not like you make her uncomfortable, no it's not that. Everytime you touch her, she loves it, but she would remember how she lied and keep on lying to you, and she would feel guilty.

You give her the warmest and the most welcoming smile. She could get lost in your eyes willingly. Everytime your skin meets hers, she heats up, and her heart beats faster. Pleasure and guilt are mixed up inside of her. She felt guilty for lying to you, but she just can't help it. She's irrevocably drawn to you, as you are to her without her knowledge, of course. Well, at least not yet. Until you bare your heart out to her, not her- her, the cat her.

One morning, you were playing with the cat, and your mind drifted to Larissa. "If she would let me, I would hug her like this--" you bring Catrissa to your face to hug her tightly yet softly. "And I would shower her with kisses, like this--" you showered the cat with kisses all over her face, the cat purred at your actions. You thought to yourself 'I probably shouldn't do this to a stray cat,' then you chuckled and smiled to yourself. You shook you head, unimpressed by your wimpiness. There's something about this cat that doesn't make it believable that she's a stray.

You apologises to the cat, "sorry I'm smothering you, baby." She meowed at you as you speak, and you have hoped that it translate to "No worries." Which it does, but with slight changes. Maybe it translates to "you can smother me all you want, darling." (If only I speak cat.) ;) "You're always so understanding. That's one of the reasons I like you more than the other cats on the street."

Larissa was rather frustrated about something at her work, and she needed to relax. It is midnight and she's already on her night gown, but her frustration never seem to fade, so she tossed and toss on her bed, wishing and wanting to sleep, but she just can't.

Another "brilliant" idea popped into her head. She transforms into a cat and make her way to you.

The sound of a mewling cat wakes you from your slumber. You try to find where the sound is coming from, and you found it on your window. It's Catrissa, scratching and mewling at your window. You wonder to yourself on how she got there and even know where you live, but you are sleepy as hell so you just let it slip off your mind. You let the cat in and it settles besides you on your bed. You're cuddling the cat as you went back to sleep.

The next morning. Your nose welcomed a familiar scent and inhaled it deeply and unashamedly. The cat you were spooning have turned into a person. A very tall, gorgeous, and exquisite person. You hugged the body tightly, and you felt them shift closer to you. A few seconds after, you finally come to your senses. You don't have someone to go to sleep with and cuddle like that.

You jumped out of your bed and blink two or three times. You even pinch yourself just to make sure you weren't dreaming. "Larissa?" She hummed when you called her name, as she turns to look at you. Seeing the look on your face, she look back on her body and she saw that she shifted back to her human form unknowingly.

She jumped out on the other side of the bed. "Y/N, darling." She smiles at you awkwardly. You put your hands on your face. You inhaled and exhaled sharply.

When you took your hand out of your face, you looked around trying to find the cat that you were cuddling last night. This feels like a dream, and things are so freaking unbelievable. 'How did she get here?' 'When did she get here?' 'Why is she here?' 'Where's the cat?' "What???" Your head was full of question, but that's all that came out your mouth.

"I can explain, Y/N." She said and you just nodded at her. You were still looking for the cat, "have you seen a cat?" Your eyes now met hers-- she gulped and exhaled and she trailed off, "yeah. --about that." She fidgets with her fingers.

You sat on the bed and signaled her to sit beside you, which she quickly followed. And she proceeds to explain and tell you everything. EVERYTHING.

She felt embarrassed. "You must really hate me right now." She finally gained the courage to look up at you, she was expecting to see disappointment plastered on your face, but instead, she saw you grinning widely.

You took her hand and held it tightly. "How can I ever hate you? When all you did was try and get close to me? I'm really impressed, rather amused." Your grin growing wide by the seconds. "Larissa Weems; Goddess. Shifts into a cat 'cause she likes my company and my embrace, instead of actually asking me out on an actual date." You chuckled at her softly. "Need not rub it in, darling." She said as she shook her head from side to side, she try to put her palms on her face with her free hand, to try and hide her embarrassment and save the last of her dignity. You looked at her and saw that she felt a little guilty, "oh baby, it's not an insult. I think it's way too adorable. My face is hurting from smiling, and my heart is swelling in my chest."

You pulled her into a hug, and she melts between your hands. You cupped her cheek and rests your hands at the back of her neck when her gaze fixated on you. "You are such a goddess. So cosmic, and yet so very, truly, and utterly human. It's incredible. No one can do it like you. You're so exceptional." Larissa went to hug you again and she hummed by the warmth you were giving. She frowned when you pulled away. But you quickly wiped it off her face when you pulled her into a kiss. A passionately slow, and savory kiss. When you pull away for air, you shower her face with kisses.

"Now, let's go back to sleep. I'm still sleepy as hell. You're so comfy and soft. I want to cuddle you again." You both lay in bed cuddling and you went right back to sleep. Larissa, on the other hand, lay there all flustered, extremely happy, and blissful.

Two years have passed. You were cuddling on the couch watching a movie after you have dinner. Even though Larissa is the taller one, you would always be the one spooning her. You inhaled through her neck and give it a quick peck and it gives shivers down her spine.

"Remember when you transform into a cat just so you could get close to me, instead of asking me on a date like any person would?" She chuckled at the thought, "That was rather embarrassing on my part, darling." "Oh baby," you looked at her lovingly, "that's nothing to be embarrassed of." You showered her with kiss while still embracing her tightly.

The memories of when she was a cat came flashing back, reminding her of what's currently happening, but now it's even better. Now that you're married.

"Have I ever told you that I will always love you for everything that you are?" You asked and she smiled softly, "yes, darling. All the time." And you continued, "well, did I ever tell you--" she speak at the same time as you, saying what you're saying word for word, "that I can't help it, I just simply love you." You both chuckled and you kiss her, this time on the lips.

You both grinned from ear to ear as you pull away for air. Both of your hands exploring each other's, like it never went and touch them before. You kissed again. Softly--- now harshly, and then...

[reverie-starlight]

hiii, just poppin' in to say i love ALL of your writing (no matter how self indulgent) it's always so so amazing

i also wanted to ask about your favourite headcanons of your favourite haikyuu boys/girls?

AWWW ANON ILY THANK YOU SO MUCH, THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME <333

and oooo that's a tough one... I'm gonna do relationship HCs and I'm gonna try to limit myself to 5 but we shall see how that goes...

(...I only did some boys in this one cause it was getting long but if you want me to do one for the ladies of haikyuu I absolutely will. alisa and kiyoko are my wives.)

{relationship HCs for various hq boys}

gn!reader, pure fluff <3

timeskip spoilers!!

includes: kuroo, atsumu, oikawa, sakusa and semi (who would have guessed)

kuroo

the light of my life. my first husband.

like he could be so attentive to your every want and need

but you need to communicate with him what those things are before he actually picks up on them

but once he does? you're gonna feel like royalty with how amazing he treats you

kuroo is definitely the type to rile you up for his own enjoyment

like not enough to make you actually angry but just mildly annoyed, or to get you into the same playful mood he's in

usually you'd go into playful banter from there

he loooovvveeesss kissing you

like so much it's actually concerning (but you love it anyway)

doesn't have a specific place he prefers to kiss you but he will admit to purposefully kissing you in sensitive spots (like your neck or stomach) so he can hear the noises that come from that

if you're like me and get anxious/too in your own head sometimes, he would be so good at keeping you distracted and calm

would hold your hand squeeze it every so often to ground you

(side note he would have the nicest hands, second only to akaashi maybe, and he's aware you like them)

gently cups your cheeks a lot when you're having a conversation, it's so common that neither of you even notice it anymore, so when you're out with friends and he does it, they gag at the affection

also yk that thing where you knock your heads together as a form of affection??? you guys would absolutely do that, it's his favourite thing

since I literally have his jersey in hoodie form, I have to mention that he would purposefully buy clothes he thinks you'd be more likely to steal from him

he lovesss seeing you happy, so your relationship is a lot of fun. he's always making you laugh, which in turn, makes him laugh too

will CRY if you whisper sweet nothings to him after a long, hard day, pls validate him and tell him you love him and he's all that you want and more

and he will absolutely do the same for you, even if you had the best day. he wants to give you everything, so let him !!

scratch his back while he lays on top of you and rants about his day and he turns to putty

he's just very in love with you and wants to make you the happiest person on the planet, he wholeheartedly believes you deserve it <3

atsumu

we all knew he was gonna be on this list

fun fact, kuroo and akaashi were my top two characters for like a year and a half, and then one day atsumu shot to first place (if you couldn't tell from my blog)

anyway if favoritism shows, no it doesn't

he will pick you up at any chance he gets and drag you to your room for cuddles

he is SUCH a cuddly guy I wholeheartedly believe that.

does not mind being the big spoon one bit if that's what you prefer, as long as he gets to hold you in some way

he goes all out for anniversaries and holidays, you actually have to reign him in a lot of the time

will go to the gym and send you mirror selfies with horribly cheesy captions saying how much he misses you and how he wishes you were there with him

the jackals all love you and will 100% side with you in a petty argument just to tease atsumu

his favourite place to kiss you is definitely on the lips. he's not sure why but it just makes him happy

he LOVES it when you kiss his forehead tho

you guys have an entire arsenal of inside jokes

truly your relationship is two dorks best friends in love

after a long day his ideal destress routine would be to make dinner with you and then watch a show on the couch before going on an evening walk together

will show you off at every event he brings you to

he gets so giggly whenever you show him affection without him having to ask for it, it's the cutest thing you've ever seen

this man flirts to see you hideaway and then turns a million shades of red if you give it right back

he is just so proud to call you his partner <3

oikawa

this man is my favourite character in all of haikyuu

he's my favourite character but like, only top 5 in terms of my simp list yk??

but you'd better believe I have some HCs for him

I've said it before and I will say it again, even if Spanish isn't his first language, he would absolutely use Spanish terms of endearment on you while/after living in argentina

things like mi vida, mi sol, mi amor, etc...

i'm half costa rican, you can't blame me for adoring pet names in Spanish, and if you do I will simply ignore you <3

bro is so romantic.

like I genuinely believe he would be one of the most romantic guys out of any of them

very affectionate, but I feel like he wouldn't be so much in public despite what everyone else says

he'd happily show you off at events and stuff, and it would be obvious you two are together, but I think he's definitely more affectionate alone with you

loves loves loves skinship

will literally stick his hands under your shirt when you're cuddling just to trace shapes into your skin

loves gently running his fingers over the features of your face

he just wants to feel you a bit

kisses your temples and fingers the most I think

loves taking baths with you as well, he loves just sitting with you and talking about your days

he always wants to hear about every little detail

he lovesssss when you start rambling on about something and will listen to you so intently bc he knows what it is to feel passionate about something

if you run your hands through his hair he will melt into you, but you didn't hear it from me

he will also melt if you call him any pet name. he'll never admit it, but you know his favourites are the ultra-sweet, tooth-rotting ones he claims to hate

if you're ever insecure about anything in terms of your physical appearance, he will spend so much time complimenting you and kissing every place you point to <3

looks for you in the crowd at his games and smiles at you before he serves bc you're wearing his jersey

i want to give him a million kisses all over his face after he wins a game to see him smile and laugh, I have no problem feeding his ego actually

damn maybe the favoritism showed up more in this one

sakusa

take this as his bday post bc i forgot to get something out for the actual day

i LOVE this guy

I do already have some fluff HCs for him and a clingy!reader

but these are gonna be more general

okay so I do genuinely believe he would be soft for his partner

in public he is not outwardly affectionate

but that's okay bc you love all parts of him and respect his boundaries

however behind closed doors

he will bask in your affection

loves having your arms around him, loves being pressed against you

he's not a robot in public though, oh no

he has a very dry sense of humour, i think, which you love

bc if he has a sly remark or something to make about someone, he'll lean in close and whisper it to you

doesn't matter where you guys are, if he thinks of something, he's gonna want to share it with his partner, especially if he thinks it will make them laugh

his pet names for you range anywhere from "sweetheart" to "you little shit" tbh

lots of playful debates with him too

he likes to subtly match with you, either through colours you wear or like, homescreens that match up when you put your phones side by side

loves to kiss your palms the most and when he's holding your hand or you're cupping his face, he will hold your wrist and press tiny kisses to it

very observant so he will always be picking up on any mood changes or things you're hinting at

his morning voice is god tier, just saying

loves it when you play with his hair right when he wakes up, will literally purr like a cat if you do it long enough, but he will deny anything and distract you from it with a kiss

what a guy <3

semi

THE SEMI APPRECIATION AGENDA LIVES ON

i've said it before and i will say it again: he plays the guitar for you and writes songs with you in mind

he is a literal godsend when it comes to attending to your needs

does not mind one bit if you ask him to get you water at midnight

he is always down for late night drives as well, and has two playlists specifically curated for them and he picks one to play based on whether you're tired and need to get extra sleepy or if you're energetic and want to jam out with him

he's a government worker by day, musician by night and whenever you go to his shows, he will dedicate a song to you

speaking of performances

bringing this one up again, but always has you write something on him before he goes on stage (I have a mini fic based on that idea if u look on my page!!)

HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH OKAY??? would literally worship the ground you walk on if you told him to

gets you souvenirs from wherever he plays a show and presents them to you all dramatically and grins when you laugh at him

you most definitely have a necklace or bracelet with one of his old guitar picks hanging from it

semi is affectionate. not stingy with it in public but not crazy with it behind doors either. he's just. affectionate. most of it comes out in his songwriting anyway.

his main love languages are probably words of affirmation and acts of service

will ABSOLUTELY whisper sweet nothings to you completely unprompted when he's feeling soft just to get you flustered and/or in a sweet mood with him

he is in love, your honour

@emmyrosee more kuroo as promised!!

hope you all enjoyed!! please like and reblog <3

[katyspersonal]

Here’s a triple whammy, Midra, Messmer, Rellana for the character bingo pls?

( @izunias-meme-hole )

Ohh bitchin'

God I just.. I will have to try to not turn it into an essay for your SANITY (ba dum tss) but in simplest terms possible, this was THE peak DLC experience for me. The Abyssal Woods already were super interesting and atmospheric, as well as learning that Midra is a NERD with so many books all over his Manse. But like.. the battle already captivated me a lot. It was just.. so well-done in every aspect. The music, the movements and attacks... No boss ever deserved the staple "battle feels like a dance once you get into it" praise more than this guy. ;-; I already was not normal about Frenzied Flame in general, but this just dhfssdfg It was so well executed god. Remember being OBSESSED with his music theme, also the first character in a while to make me often check his character tag on Tumblr. @val-of-the-north won't let me lie, I was literally drooling thinking about him in the first few days after that fight and could not think of anyone else @_@

Also I really enjoyed digging further into his story and motivations, what happened here with the Three Fingers and Nanaya. Analysis of the whole SoTe for me. This brand of despair also appeals to me at all, especially when it is tied to you and your associates being hunted like heretics (only the old ones remember!!! XD). Funny enough, just the day before I've met him in the game I've had a very unique mental breakdown where I was ranting like a madman about how much I've tired of holding the horrors and pain inside and how I wanted to just give up and unleash it. I can't get into too much details, it was very personal, however the phrase "May chaos take the world" was stuck in my head all along! And Val mentioned that 'interestingly enough, a theme like this IS addressed in SoTE' + 'you kin one of the characters for sure' so... yeah, that was something. I needed a character like this quite a lot :')

Messmer is AWESOME!! I do not obsess actively but rather just reblog the fanart and stuff that gets on my dashboard, but there are SO many things I said as my thoughts about his and Marika's relationship. And now I have even more to say! You could tell I love Midra more, but Messmer offers infinitely more to talk about and explore! And, god, his charisma, having attracted so many intelligent people to join him and even accept his serpentine nature (apparently a big no for people in the setting for some reason fdjjfds). Also one of the best designs in the Soulsborne series EVER. Also it is his voice actor's DEBUT! Literally HOW????? sfhdjhsdhgfdshds

It IS, for sure, hard to talk about him and not touch upon MANY other characters as he is tied with them so much. Marika, Melina, Fire Knights (especially Queelign), closest Black Knights that ditched him, Rellana, Gaius, Winged Snakes, god knows who else... I love how many relationship he has, but also what interesting potential he opened for exploring the lore with Abyss, Base Serpent and potentially Fell God! He is so many things. And I think this is appropriate how hard it is to discuss him outside of his relationships and curses... It is just like the character himself: having his life and purpose in it basically predefined by a curse he had no control over and his mother, and being a scourge or an idol for others, but barely being a person on his own... Discussions about him are JUST like him, you see what I mean? This also makes me emotional.

I do not have that many headcanons about her, but I am proud of those that I have! x) There is always the room to create more of course! Ok naturally 'everyone else is wrong about them' is not meant to be taken seriously fdshfhds But a big cornerstone for understanding her was the description of her swords referring to Moon and Fire having always been together in Japanese original script, which is just the sentiment from Sword of Night and Flame! So I can no longer see her as huge Erdtree/Marika simp at all, but instead as someone who, although without any hard feelings for her sister's choice, believes Cosmic Sorcery and Fire should be together (again) which makes me look at other takes like:

Just the curse of getting brain hard-locked on your interpretation fdshfhds On another note, I fucking LOVE her design, I am NOT able to enjoy any other armour anymore and just want to wear hers all the time fhhfsd 'Silly' because Twin Moons IS a silly concept, as well as cosplaying Sulyvahn XD ...but also because I see her as silly and fun person, to contrast Messmer's emo vibe x) Smug about kicking asses too! She gives me this strange feeling too, like... I can accept most of the bosses having to die for the plot and narrative, but thinking about her getting killed actually upsets me! She is an optional boss and should STAY as such. #rellanaplslive

[asrichin]

—‘hold me,console me,then I'll leave without a trace.’

it's cloudy, maybe it'll rain soon. Even the forecast said it while you had the news opened on your TV, holding your drink in your hands. Oh and, in about five minutes he'll definitely come, so do unlock the door for him, would you? (OIKAWA TŌRU X F!READER)

content & notes bsf!oikawa w reader, but nt rlly casual..??fluff in general, slightly of curse words used by yn :)

the notification popped up on your phone, making a vibrant noise. Though you unbothered to look at it, since you were focused on making sure the sugar cubes really dissolve in your tea. Also because the fine sugar ran out at the store earlier when you're doing groceries.

“y/nnn! ” the loud yell, but in a good way. Excited, even. Coming from your front door, well just as you predicted, five minutes had passed and he arrived. “give me a sec,Tōru!” you retorted, putting your mug and rushed to the door. (He's an impatient bitch, and noisy, but sweet nonetheless.)

And when you finally opened the door, he hugged you without hesitation, like he always does.

“Iwa-chan called me Shittykawa, I'm huuurttt” Tōru whined, clinging onto you. “doesn't he always does that?” unfazed by his antics, you pulled him inside before locking your door. So he could continue with his ramblings about his day or match, he sputters a lot of things, for sure.

“yeah but—Iwa-chan even blabla..” Tōru rambled, and lets go of you. While you walked to your dining table, to take a seat and he followed. “And Iwa-chan even throw a ball on my head, like?” he complained, looking at you with his hazel eyes. By that, you swear you could fallen for him again, oh dear.

“sounds casual for me, it's not like he never does that to you,right?” you replied, since it's what he wanted all along, for you to listen his stupid rant and give him attention. “...Yeahh,but still!” he frowned.

“you should get going to back head home. It'll rain soon,Tōru.” you cut him off, giving him the slight stern look. “Can't I stay here until the rain is over?” he retorted, as stubborn as he is.

“what? Absolutely no!”

“you don't love me!”

“oh now, don't twist my words,Tōru!”

...

tōru : yn can I drop by?

y/n : did the tournament went bad?? *seen*

You supposed it was today that he will go to nationals or not, you had jot it down on your calendar. He even told you about it like, a lot of times as far as you can remember.

y/n : I'm not at home tho

y/n : but I'll be back soon. Spare keys under the vase.

When you finally arrived, cram classes were no jokes, you feel so fucking exhausted. and now to expect a messed up Tōru at your house, since the way he texted you earlier was pretty obvious.

You opened the door, to be greeted with silence.“Tōru?” you called out to him, closing the door. Searching for him when you're done putting your things and such.

He was there. but god, he seems like in full of thoughts, even to the point not noticing your presence. “you alright?” you tap his shoulder, to get his attention hopefully.

“i lost.” Tōru mumbled.

“i lost y/n. I didn't make it to the...nationals? ”

Ah.

Right.

you took a sit beside him, looking at him. Tōru had his headphones, knees close to his chest and staring to god knows whatever he had on his mind, you swore. “do you want to talk about it? Or a hug?” you asked, low and quiet. To match with his sadness, devastated.

He didn't say anything. Though he did leaned onto you, hiding his face onto your shoulder by your side.

“am I not enough,y/n? Why?” muffled voice of Tōru by burying his face, laced with vulnerability. “i didn't make it to the nationals. I didn't.” he repeated, quietly, yet emotionally.

And all you can do is just hold him, to console him in your own way, at his pace. It was quiet, silence, but comfortable.

His safe place; somewhere he will seek out to, at his lowest. You hold a special place in his heart, to say at least, to look at him while he's sobbing, and ugly (in his defense.)

...

He always been stubborn. He is stubborn. What's new? To him not accepting your dozens of calls.

but ghosting you? Whoa, what the fuck,dude?

It had been a month or so, you thought he just busy these days. Even though he always updated you in any way possible because it's Tōru. He will never leave you, and bug you with his shitty shenanigans and attitude despite your patience running thin.

“I swear if you—” you could feel you almost burst a blood vessel calling him repeatedly because Iwaizumi just told you that he's out in Argentina. What? Argentina!?

“oh god, you're making my phone hang,n/n!” he accepted your call after 17 missed calls, constant vibration from his phone. “and you didn't bother telling me you're in Argentina? What the fuck,Oikawa!” you yelled at your phone, and tossed it at your bed.

This isn't funny. He left you for a month in a half to go to Argentina without a notice? Seriously? “Jeeez, she's mad.” an unfamiliar voice from someone else, possibly a guy, coming from his other side of line.

“Well, I'm sorry but I'm actually in Brazil.” Tōru spoke, in a matter-of-fact tone of his. “Bitch, that's even worse!” you retorted quickly, grabbing your phone and changing the call into a video call. He immediately accepted.

Tōru chuckled. “awhh, miss me that much?” he teased, and looking at you on his phone. The way your nose scrunched, eyebrows furrowed and such were making him cackling. Infact, you can see the other guy, gingerhead beside him, trying to look who's on Tōru's phone. “is that your girlfriend? I didn't know you have one!” he seems energetic, but you're not in the mood right now.

...

“you didn't tell me you're going overseas? and leaving me without telling me too!” you spoke, on the screen, scolding Tōru. Well, you were worried sick for his sudden absent, just to find he's outside of the Japan and having fun, great gracious. “I forgot! You sounds like my mother,n/n—wait I gotta go, call you later!”

and just like that, you ended up having your phone in your hand, with the screen showing your call ended.

...•`_´•

** : sorryy, i forget to tell you i changed my number but I did call you! W my new number ofc =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇)

y/n : you think I'll accept from an oversea number? Unknown too.

** : IM SORRRYYYY Y/NNN! *seen*

** : NO DON'T DO THIS TO ME, Y/N!! *seen*

Afterwards, you texted him, telling him it's fine. And him continuing telling about his journey.

Tōru : I'll be back in a few months :)) want anything here? I can get souvenirs for you??

y/n : sure. see you soon,Tōru

Tōru : don't miss me too muchh!! ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

Guess you'll see him soon,huh?

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Could you do one with 4,31, and 38

Context: Adam, Lucifer and the rest of the gang are having dinner and someone (maybe alastor) puts angelic poison in Adams tea in an attempt to kill him. Lucifer is quick to “accidentally” knock it over before Adam could drink it, leading it to spill on adam.

(Bonus if Lucifer has a stern talk with alastor, all protective style)

-🐊

4. “When did you fall out of love with me?” “That’s the thing: I never fell out of love with you. You’re the one who fell out of love with me.”

31. “You need to stop being such a dramatic bitch.” “It’s the only way I can entertain myself, okay? Now piss off and leave me be.” 

38. “Remember when you said you’d catch me when I fell? Well, you’re a fucking liar. Figuratively and literally. Now I’m hospitalised and also emotionally scarred. I hope you’re fucking happy about that.” 

Oh ho ho!! I love me some protective Lucifer and Alastor being an antagonizing little shit >:)

Charlie had prepared a beautiful meal for everyone at the hotel. She made a roast with all the veggies you could eat.

Adam was waiting on water to boil so he could have tea with his dinner. "Come on and eat Adam, it'll get cold before the kettle is ready." Lucifer said as he walked with his own plate.

Adam looked between him and the food and yeah, he didn't want to eat cold fucking food. He grabbed his dinner and sat down beside Lucifer and Angel. After a while if eating and talking, Adam remembered his tea. "Shit, my tea."

"No worries, I made some for myself as well. Here you go." Alastor handed Adam a mug of green tea, his smile anything but innocent.

Adam looked at him questioningly. "Um, thanks I guess?" Since when did this Bambi freak go out of his way for Adam?

"Oh don't thank me. Just drink up before it's cold." Like your corpse will be, Alastor thought sinisterly. He hoped he used enough angelic poison.

Adam couldn't feel any heat coming from the mug, he stuck his finger in it and frowned. "It's already cold asshole." He sucked the tea off his finger and grimaced. Did he put fucking sugar in it? Cause it was super sweet.

Lucifer got to looking at Adams tea, his eyes shifted to Alastor who was just waiting for the fallen angel to drink it. When he looked back he saw it.

It would be nearly impossible to see, but the way the light hit his tea Lucifer saw the golden shine that sat on top of the liquid. Angelic poison.

Lucifer's eyes widened in horror as Adam lifted the mug to his lips. "Don't!" He slapped the mug out of Adams hand, making the tea spill all over Adam.

"AHH! What the fuck!?" Adam jolted up and glared, the cold liquid soaking into his clothes.

"Dad!"

"Look, I'm sorry but there was posion in your fucking tea!" Lucifer said as he handed Adam a napkin.

Adam snatched the napkin and tried in vain to clean himself up. "Poison, the fuck are you...." He suddenly felt dizzy, the room started to spin. Adam sat back down and held his head in his hands. If there was poison in his tea, he licked his finger which meant....

"Don't feel well?" Alastor mocked, he may have only gotten a drop but it could be enough to make him terminally ill.

"Fuck off." Lucifer hissed as he put his arms around Adam. "I gotta take him to the fucking hospital. Come on ba- buddy." Lucifer corrected himself. When Adam only groaned and didn't move, he cursed and picked the sinner up in his arms and ran through a portal to the hospital.

Adam didn't know how long he was out, but when he came to he was in a hospital bed with all the tubes anyone could possibly have sticking out of him. "For fuck sakes."

"Thank fuck you're awake." Lucifer sighed in relief from his seat beside Adam's bed. "The doctors weren't sure when you'd wake up."

"Don't you mean 'if' I wake up? Angelic poison is no fucking joke. One big gulp and my insides would have fucking melted and poured out of all my holes." Adam ranted, yeah okay maybe not that bad but still!

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “You need to stop being such a dramatic bitch.”

Adam scoffed and folded his arms. “It’s the only way I can entertain myself, okay? Now piss off and leave me be.” Adam shifted to look away from Lucifer, Woah what medicine were they giving him everything felt funny, like he was kinda high.

"I'm not leaving you alone Adam, you could have died."

"I realize that. Thank you for not letting me die a horrible death." Adam still didn't look at him.

"It would have been a permanent death!"

"Like you care!" Adam finally looked at Lucifer, eyes a blaze.

This took Lucifer aback. "If I didn't fucking care I wouldn't have brought you here, asshole! I fucking love you!"

Adam bit his lip to keep it from quivering. "No you don't...."

"Adam-"

“Remember when you said you’d catch me when I fell? Well, you’re a fucking liar. Figuratively and literally. Now I’m hospitalised and also emotionally scarred. I hope you’re fucking happy about that.” Adam spat as he held tears back. "You never fucking loved me, hell you barely even like me." Hate fucking wasn't love.

"Adam." Lucifer took his hand in his. "I've always loved you."

"Yeah right."

“When did you fall out of love with me?” Lucifer asked, fearing the answer.

Adam looked away, eyes wet. “That’s the thing: I never fell out of love with you. You’re the one who fell out of love with me.”

"That's not true! I never stopped loving you. Adam," Lucifer used his other hand to cup Adam's face and make him look at him. "I've always loved you. I'm sorry I made you feel any different." They placed their foreheads together looking into each other's eyes. "Let me prove it."

Adam searched his eyes for any trace of a lie. "Fine, but this is the last time I will ever trust you with feelings like this." He melted when Lucifer kissed him softly.

"I promise to protect you and your heart."

-

"Alastor!" Lucifer stomped over to the deer demon. The hospital wanted to keep Adam overnight just to make sure he was okay.

"Lucifer, what do I owe the-" Alastor was shoved into the wall behind him.

"You've got some fucking nerve trying to posion him like that." He growled, his eyes going wholly red.

"He's fine isn't he? What's the matter, worried your boy toy wouldn't make it?" Alastor winced when a hand wrapped around his neck.

Lucifer let his full demon form come out. "Listen here you Bambi reject, radio fucker. You so much as even LOOK at Adam wrong from now on and I'll make you drink a whole fucking bottle of angelic poison. Nobody, and I fucking mean NOBODY fucks with the people I love."

Alastor winced in pain but his smile widened. "You love him, huh?"

"Yeah I do. He's the love of my life and no one will come between us again. Stay away from him." Lucifer dropped Alastor and walked away.

Alastor held his throat and smirked. Interesting, very interesting.

[shrimpalbuspotter]

I genuinely don't know how to control my emotions everytime I see someone compare two Harry Potter ships (mostly Drarry) with COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSONALITYS just because it's "the same dynamic" (like Gryffindor x Slytherin or enemies to lovers or secret relationships...)

FOR EXAMPLE. SCORBUS AND DRARRY... ARRRG!! I ranted about this to my friend today because they made a comparison and I freaked out...

See, Drarry has both the dynamics I mentioned above. In the version i have in my head (aka, as canon accurate as possible) they hated eachother, but there was something about the other they couldn't help find enticing. They wanted to a claw a space inside the other where they could fit, all nails and teeth and obsession. Neither of then admitted this, because they were too busy with their own missions, and wanted to defeat eachother. They probably confused those feelings for hatred anyway, Harry thinking he needs to always be looking at Draco incase he does something evil etc etc. And if they were to get together? It'd be in adulthood, or atleast after months of communication and friendship where they can realise their feelings. And after that, Draco would want everyone to know that he is so happy with his new boyfriend slash husband, making it as public as he can, before running off to live in a Manor hidden from everyone. This is one last rebellious move towards Lucius, which Harry is very glad to help with. (Similarly, I dislike when Draco is made into the sweet doting soft "wife material" husband. He will scratch Harry before touching a single dish. He is rather scowling or smiling smuggly. Their relationship is a competition)

SCORBUS? They are THE friends to lovers. Both of them adore the other so much and they aren't afraid to show it, they just don't know how. Albus would sacrifice the world for Scorpius and Scorpius would go through hell for Albus (COUGH.. ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE). And unlike Drarry, both are aware of their crushes on the other, they just don't want to ruin this perfect thing they have going on. The love they share is so deep and beautiful that it carrys its own magic, and when they do eventually get together (much earlier than Drarry would. Like 15) they won't make it a huge deal. Albus hates the attention he gets in Hogwarts already, and they are both so awkward around eachother in the oddest ways. It won't be a secret, they just won't actively tell people unless they ask. Also, unlike Drarry, Scorbus is gentle. They want to merge into eachother as much as they can, and become one person. They want to fuse, but obviously they can't, so they share sudden hugs and nervous smiles and the grazing of their hands while they walk so close to eachother they look attached by the shoulders. Both of them are so sweet and silly with the other, Albus specifically stepping out of his shell and letting himself be excited and touchy with Scorpius compared to being the quiet, angry "Squib".

Um... but yeah! They aren't the same... if you want me to make another one of these with a different couple I gladly will I'm passionate.

[nyxvuxoa-writes]

𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚁𝚊𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎

Ray Marcus x Fem!Reader

◢ Genre: Darkfic, Headcanon

◢ Warnings: Smut-related points, sexualization of a bad guy: very brief mention of non-con, dominance, marking, biting, hickeys, public sex and public fondling, slight dumbification kink, slight daddy kink (but more along the lines of him liking being called daddy from time to time) Likely toxic relationship points, possessive Ray.

◢ A/N: Simple headcanons of my violent boy here to help me get the creativity flowing after the past couple of days I have had. I am aware of people's views on 'glorifying bad guys', don't get me started on a rant, if you don't like it feel free to block me. Gif credit goes to me.

Let's face it: this man may not be capable of love. And if he is, it's not in the healthiest sense of the term.

Being with him is a constant risk.

You never know what kind of mood he will be in, let alone what he will do that day.

So on that note, he's rather unpredictable, and depending on what kind of girl you are, that is either good or bad.

When you first met him he came off as rather forward.

He doesn't have a filter and is a rather entitled man who doesn't really have anything.

He's a man who knows what he wants.

He also doesn't take no for an answer very well.

Thankfully you didn't tell him no. You were actually drawn to how he is.

Maybe it's the risk factor of it all.

Hopefully, you aren't looking to try and change or "fix" him, because you aren't going to be able to do it.

Seriously don't. He will likely just fuck with your head.

He's not the heart and flowers kind of guy.

Don't expect romance in the traditional sense of the word.

He's the kind of man who prefers to show his "affection" or, more appropriately, ownership with touching.

He keeps his arms around your waist or over your shoulder.

He's not afraid to punch someone in the face (or hit them with the nearest object) if he thinks they are looking at you how he looks at you.

He's the kind of guy to likely slap your ass on the way by.

Or pull you onto his lap and hold you there, maybe with a hand around your throat with his tongue in your mouth.

What's his, is his. In his eyes, he owns you. You are his girl.

If this man becomes even remotely attached to you, he will kill for you.

But there is also that chance he will kill you. Let's be honest about the risk here.

Be prepared for the fact that there will be things you don't know about.

He will keep things from you, so you might want to keep him on his toes and show him that you aren't afraid of what he does to entertain himself.

Maybe he will let you along for something of an illegal nature. But there is no guarantee about that.

Don't accuse him of fucking someone else, because he will go and do it just because you said it.

But there is a chance that you weren't wrong, though that girl might not have had a choice in the matter.

Submit to him.

While he may or may not really know what BDSM is in the direct term, that doesn't mean he doesn't like his girlfriend submissive and eager to please or worship him.

But that doesn't mean being constantly submissive.

There will be some moments when you need to be able to either stand toe to toe with him. Or stand equal with him.

But seriously, this man loves to be worshiped. He has a praise kink, especially if you are talking about his cock while it's inside you.

He is all hands. Loves to grip, grab, and guide you.

If you are on top, expect to be guided on how he likes it. You aren't getting off him without fingertip bruises.

He is also a biter and a hickey maker.

This man will always mark your body.

Neck, chest, ribs, even your ass or thighs. He will mark you anywhere.

Bonus points if people can see it.

Sex can be anywhere, at any time.

Public bathrooms, a car, in the middle of the woods, behind someone's house. This list could be endless.

He doesn't give a shit about being caught either.

Chances are, he gets off on the idea. A cop standing there, and he would keep pumping away inside of you like it was nothing.

That man would have to be pulled off you.

There is also an enjoyment of a dumbification kink.

He loves the idea of fucking you dumb and feeling you quiver underneath him.

"Are you my dumb girl?"

Bonus points if you call him Daddy after he asks you that.

The man though, is not a Daddy.

If you are looking for any formal term for Ray, Master or Alpha would be more appropriate.

He however is a very dominant being in the bedroom. It's his way or the highway so that better be your thing.

Overall your relationship with Ray is highly unpredictable, but highly charged and likely very sexual.

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Tag List: @voxmortuus @earth-elemental18 @f4irylid

[akiranzee]

📃 • ° ` — “MARRIAGE IN PAPER”

-> PAIRINGS: Tengen Uzui x f!Y/n -> SUMMARY: You’re a hopeless romantic who was always fooled by love, but one day, this certain man comes in and changes your perspective in love. -> WORD COUNT: 2.5k+ -> CONTAINS: fluff, angst (reader’s backstory), a little swearing, too many exes/breakups, cold/mean reader, talks of trauma and abuse, & tengen is 26 while reader is 25. -> A/N: this is modern au lol. also, his wives js play the roles of his ex gfs, so yeah u have him all by urself no sharing😉.

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May 15, 2000.

It was in the heat of summer when your parents decided to take home a tall, muscular, and handsome young man together along with his parents, whom your mom called “son in law”, while his parents called you, “daughter in law”.

Everything was going great so far, and you didn’t like it. Not even a single bit.

Because 1st, the fact that your parents never told you about this kind of shit until now, and 2nd, because they knew damn well you had a boyfriend, but still decided to push this “arranged marriage” contract thing.

The guy’s name was revealed to be Tengen Uzui, and his parents’ head whipped directly towards you and started to ask you questions.

You were not comfortable about it, and fortunately enough, your phone started to ring, and it was your bestfriend that was calling.

Oh, thank the lords for this amazing best friend you have.

“I’m sorry, but I have to answer this. It's an urgent call.” You say, standing up while putting the phone to your right ear.

Uzui’s parents whispered “go on”s, and off they go ahead with their chatting.

You then answered your bestfriend’s call.

“Oh lord, thank god you called me! I was almost gonna be interviewed in this whole marriage thing! Like, can you believe it!? They actually set me off to date someone when I don’t even know him. Plus, the fact that they know my boyfriend Luke is still here!? Ugh! They don’t know how to consider my feelings!” You ranted on your bestfriend, not even giving her a single chance to speak.

“Okay, calm down girl. I just called you to update you that your boyfriend Luke is in a cafe all sweet while holding another girl’s hands! So yeah, you maybe wanna reconsider about Luke being your boyfriend now.” She said, her last sentence saddening.

“...Wow. That fucking jerk. I’m gonna beat him up to a pulp once I see him. I swear to god, that motherfucker doesn't know how to be grateful!” You said, really feeling angry now, but deep inside, you hate yourself for loving and trusting someone like him.

“Well, you should give him a taste of his own medicine, right?” Someone behind you spoke up, startling you with his tall figure.

“Is this what you call as ‘urgent’?” He asked, putting his hands on his hips.

“What are you doing here?” You looked up at Uzui, but not really high, just enough to meet his eyes who strangely has an amusing expression while putting your phone down from your ear.

“Well, you’re taking quite a while aren’t you? So, your flashy husband comes in and saves the day!” He grins widely.

You just cringed at that, looking at him with a look on your face as if he was the most disgusting creature to ever deal with.

“Stop acting like you’ll be the greatest husband in the world, every man is the same.” You said, walking pass by him while bumping your left shoulder on his right shoulder.

“Oh? Damn, did this Luke guy hurt you really hard? Look, we may not know each other yet, but in my past relationships, I have not seen one of my girlfriends cry because of me, like seriously, never. I never hurt them.” He tried to explain.

“Oh really? How come you’re now single huh?” You replied, sparing him a side eye glance.

“Well, that was because you came along.” Was all he said, and it was simple, but that stopped you in your tracks for a minute, and you could feel your cheeks warming and heart beating.

~~~~~

October 23, 2000.

“You may now kiss the bride.” The priest said, and everyone cheered on the both of you as both your lips touched. You didn't want to do this, but for the sake of your parents’ and families’ reputation, you’re forced to go along with it.

As the kiss ended, the both of you smiled brightly, but the both of you also know that you’re only faking it.

And then the crowd goes cheering on.

~~~~~

“That was a hell of a wedding, was it?” He asked, laughing slightly. But you found his joke no fun at all.

“Let me get things clear, for the next 5 or 6 months, we’re getting a divorce. And within this house, you can drop your sweet husband act and you can go to your girlfriends. And you’re sleeping here in the bedroom, while I’m sleeping in the guest room. I hope we don’t mind each others’ businesses by then.” Was all you said, and bam you left the room.

And of course, your husband didn’t find that quite agreeable.

~~~~~

9:00PM

You were about to head to bed, when suddenly there’s a knock on your door.

You sigh, and opened it up only to reveal Tengen.

You looked up at him with a confused look, but he just smiled and said,

“Um, it’s kind of hot in there, so I thought maybe I could-” He hadn’t even gotten a chance to finish the sentence, when the door slammed right in front of his face.

You feel bad, of course. But you can’t allow another man get into the way of your life again. Luke was the 7th time. And you can’t let the 8th time happen. Never again.

Not with Luke, Haku, Sendo, Kaedo, Andres, Davin, and Caesar.

Those were the names you hated the most, that made you remember the most pain.

Caesar that bastard, he was decent at first sight, but after the both of your engagement, he took a wild turn and almost killed you. Luckily, your father stepped in and stopped him right on time.

Davin that prick, fooled and manipulated you into giving him all your money, but luckily enough you had your bestfriend by your side to expose him.

Andres that rapist, raped a lot of women and child, and you were the next victim. Luckily your neighbor was there to hear your scream.

Kaedo that criminal, who killed a total of 16 people threatened you to not say anything and play the role of his sweet innocent girlfriend. Luckily there was a bottle of wine in front of you, and knocked him down. He was said to be in a coma.

Sendo that robber, tried to rob your money to help his poor family, and yes, you feel sorry for him, but that was no excuse to rob you. He should’ve just asked for your help. Luckily you caught him red handed when he snuck up to your room.

Haku that drunkard, abused you way too many times that you had enough of it. Luckily enough, when he was about to hit you with the bottle of beer he was holding, there was a knife beside you and you instantly had to stab him. It wasn’t your fault, you weren’t given enough choice anyway.

And Luke that cheater, dated with another girl behind your back. Luckily, your bestfriend was there to see him.

And with all of this that happened, did you really think you could trust ‘love’ once again? It had hurt you way too many times than you’ve hurted yourself.

And what, you’re gonna give this Tengen an 8th chance so that he’ll betray, hurt, or even to the point he’ll kill you?

No way, you don’t want that to happen. That’s why, starting from now on, you’re never gonna trust love for the 8th time. Never again.

What if this Tengen turns out to be like Caesar? Decent at first, then now plays an opposite part once married.

You can’t blame yourself. You can’t help it. You’re just afraid to trust again, afraid to get hurt again. It wasn’t your fault they turned out to be bastardous rodents. But yes, it was also your fault for trusting. And you hate yourself because of that. Because you’re dumb, fool, and a fucking useless bitch.

And you swore to God that Luke is gonna be the last one to hurt you.

Although you won’t admit it, but you felt bad for slamming the door in his face.

You wanted to say sorry, but it's better this way. To be a cold, heartless wife than a soft, foolish wife. It’s better this way, if you keep being mean to him, then maybe, he will come to hate you.

Or atleast that’s what you think.

The next day, you found yourself waking up to smell a delicious meal, and when you went downstairs, the food you smelt revealed a drooly meal served in the table, with the chef fixing and preparing it.

“Oh, you’re awake now? I was about to head upstairs and wake you up.” He said, smiling gently at you.

Your heart almost melted at the scene right in front of you, but you know better to not get fooled again. So, you went back upstairs and locked yourself up in the guest room.

It was followed by a knock then, with Tengen asking if you were okay or not. You really wanted to open up to him, you felt pity and weak, but your past experiences taught you best to never feel that way once again.

And then the knocking stopped, thinking he already went away, so you opened the door to find him sitting down on the floor, patiently waiting for you.

“Ah, did you calm down now? Guess what, I made you a flashy breakfast!” He said, standing up and smiling brightly.

“I don’t need your stupid breakfast, just leave me alone, okay?” You sighed out, walking past him and going straight to the bathroom.

“Oh well, guess that didn’t go well as I thought…” Tengen thought, scratching the back of his neck.

~~~~~

And then the next day, you find Tengen tending to your flowers when you came back home from the supermarket.

“Ah, welcome back, Y/n! Your poor flowers here wanted something to drink, so I gave them water!” Tengen smiled brightly.

You decided it’ll be hard to brush him off if he acts this way. Maybe this was apart of his plan after all to make you feel attached to him, then break your poor, sorry, heart.

And then the next day, you were asking him if he got the water and electricity bills only to find out he had already paid for them, so you grabbed your wallet and give him the money bill, but he insisted you keep it, so you ask him why. His answer being,

“Because you are my wife, and married couples look out for one another.” He said and it sounded so sincere, but you thought this was just apart of his ‘plan’, so you just ignored and walked away.

And then the next, then the next, then the next next next next day, he still made you breakfast, drove you to work, gave you gifts, and kissed your forehead while sleeping despite you being mean, arrogant, and cold to him.

Days went on like that, up until you grew sick and tired of it.

“Seriously, what do you want?” You asked, while chomping down the food inside your mouth.

“What?” He asked, talking while his mouth is full.

“You keep on trying to make amends with me, while me on the other hand, visibly don’t like you. Why do you keep pushing yourself to me?” You question, putting down your fork and spoon.

“Because, Y/n… You are my wife.” He said, smiling gently while wiping the sauce off of his mouth.

“So, if another girl was your wife, would you have treat them this way?” You asked, looking deep into his eyes, trying to look for the true answer.

“No, Y/n. That will never happen. For me, you are the only one.” He said, continuing to eat.

And you can’t help but fall in love with him little by little, even when you think or maybe know, he’s just gonna break your heart, just like what your exes have always done.

For you, it was a sin to fall in love again.

So, you can’t. You never can and never must let this man turn your once cold heart go back to the once kind heart.

~~~~~

You were out in the market to get some groceries, when all of a sudden, you accidentally bumped into someone, his figure tall and muscular. You expected it to be Tengen, but no. You were dead wrong.

“Pfft, you’re still the old short Y/n I knew, huh?” It was Kaedo.

You dropped the eco-bag you were holding on, terrified to see the face of one of the men who brought you terror.

You faced your back to him, about to run away, but was stopped with him holding your wrist tightly.

And everything around you just… started to get blurry. You were filled with nothing but panic and rage, but mostly it was because you were traumatized.

He was about to drag you somewhere, when someone spoke and held his hand that held your wrist.

“Hey, what do you think are you doing with my wife?” A familiar voice interrupted, that the panic you were feeling suddenly went away and now you were feeling safe and comfort.

“Wife? This bitch is your wife?” Kaedo asked the man, who you now looked at to be the one and only flashy man, Tengen Uzui.

“Yes, and don’t call her ‘bitch’, that’s so not flamboyant.” Tengen replied calmly, but you could see a vein popping in his forehead.

“Seriously? You defend someone like her? That’s the bitch that put me in coma for 4 months! Plus, she’s a filthy spoiled brat anyway. She only depends on her parents’ money, and then claim that it’s from her own hard work. Seriously, you women are pathe-” He was cut off by a large fist hitting his right cheek, leaving you shocked and gasp by the way 2 of his tooth fell out.

“If you ever come near me and my wife ever again, I’ll make sure I’m gonna be the one to put you to coma again.” Tengen warned the man with a death stare, and pulled you out of the scene.

“Hey, hey, are you okay? Did you get hurt? Did he touch you? Did he-” Tengen frantically looked around your body, but you cut him off saying,

“Why would you do that?” You said, feeling an unknown feeling that was familiar to you, but was unfamiliar.

It was you falling in love. Heart thumping rapidly, cheeks flushing, palms, neck, and forehead sweating, and hands and knees trembling.

What happened? What has happened to the swore you made, to never get fooled again?

But can you even ever call this getting fooled?

In all those years that you’ve wasted finding the perfect boyfriend for you, you’ve finally found someone.

Someone who treated you better, someone who cared for you, someone who protected you, someone who truly loved you, and someone better than them.

“Because I love you.” He looked down to you, and just from the look of his face, he is obviously smitten and in love with you.

Maybe a marriage in paper isn’t so bad. Maybe, just maybe, he might be the right one.