#HER NEKO OUTFIT IS SO CUTE…………IGNORING HER FACE

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HATSUNE MIKU IN FORTNITE BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Good Little Pet

Satan x F!Reader - NSFW

WC: 2.5K

TW: pet play, anal play, choking, master/pet dynamics, maid outfits, light degradation, unprotected sex

A/N: I’ve been on a huge Satan kick lately. I roast the hell out of him, but would I still die to be his kitten? You bet! Sorry I’ve been MIA for a bit. I have so many fics I’m working on, and not enough time in the day. Thank you for all the support friends. <3 I see your tags and they honestly make my entire life! Also I did proofread this, but I’ve also been staring at it for a week so plz don’t hate me if there’s typos! :D 

All characters are 18+

The House of Lamentation had been unusually relaxed today. Most of the brothers were out, leaving only three home. Surprisingly the room was mostly silent as Levi had his headphones on as he played his game and even Mammon had been quiet, as he fiddled with his D.D.D. 

Satan thumbed through a mystery novel as he sipped his tea. Though he usually preferred to read in his room, the ambience here was relaxed enough for once, that he could focus.

Until the door opened and Asmodeus walked in, dragging you behind him laughing. The two of you had been out shopping and the stack of boxes you held towered above you.

"Ah, Satan could you help me with this?" You asked, giggling about something Asmo had said. Sighing as he placed his bookmark, Satan reached over to help you with the boxes, revealing your smiling face and the cat-ear headband you had on top of your head.

"Satan, isn't MC adorable as a cute cat?! Nya for us MC!" Asmo asked. You rolled your eyes, but put your hand up in a paw shape, letting out a sweet "nya". Satan's eyes widened and he could feel heat rising into his cheeks. He quickly turned around.

"Uh, yes of course. I'll be going back to my room." He placed the boxes on the floor and hurried away as you and Asmo looked at each other confused.

Satan closed his door behind him and pressed his back to the wooden frame. 

Satan often considered himself to be more level headed than most of his brothers, but he couldn't deny his attraction to you. Still, he showed less emotion outwardly than the rest of the brothers and he prided himself in that. However, seeing you in those cat ears, giving cute little meows as your eyes gazed up at him? Satan could feel his growing erection tenting his pants. 

He had seen one of Levi's games a while back that featured a cat girl in a scantily clad maid outfit on the front cover. Now, he pictured you in the same outfit, cat ears atop your head, your skimpy dress leaving little to the imagination as you knelt in front of him, your lips parted waiting for your master's orders.

Fuck. He let out a shaky breath as the image of you bent over his desk, collared and begging for him to fuck you now entered his mind. His hand slid down to his throbbing cock, desperately wanting release. 

A knock at the door interrupted him.

"Satan? You left your book and your tea. I brought it for you." Your voice called out, tentatively.

Shit. Satan looked around wildly. before sitting at his desk to hide his obvious arousal. 

"Come in." He called out hoarsely, hoping you didn't notice the quiver in his voice.

You opened the door, still wearing those damned ears and looked concerningly at him.

"Are you feeling alright? You rushed out of there and your face is really red." You placed his things on the desk as you walked towards him, avoiding the precarious stacks of books around the room. He quickly grabbed a book from the top of a pile and placed it on his lap as you approached him. 

"I'm fine, just got lost in thought." He lied. You raised an eyebrow but didn't press it. The pile of books next to him chose that moment to clatter to the ground and before he could react, you knelt down in front of him to pick up the fallen books. 

He looked down at you and bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. You looked up at him innocently, identical to the naughty visions of you in his mind. 

You placed a hand on his knee and he let out a low groan. Your eyes widened.

"Satan? I-"

"Come down for dinner!" Asmo's voice chirped out from outside the door. You stood up and turned.

"Do you want me to let them know you're not feeling well? I can bring you something back."

Satan nodded. He had to really take care of the very pressing issue at hand and knew he wouldn't be able to sit through an entire agonizing meal.

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"Pass the salt, Asmo."

"I didn't hear a 'nya', MC." Asmo giggled, poking his tongue out at you. Your hand flew to your hair. 

"I forgot I had these on!" You laughed.

"Let's hope Satan doesn't see those." Levi muttered.

You cocked your head. "What do you mean."

Levi's face flushed. "Uh...no reason, er, nothing!!!"

You narrowed your eyes at the reddening demon.

"Satan's obsession with cats doesn't stop at real cats. Didn't he get obsessed with that stupid cat girl game?" Belphie yawned, sliding his half-finished plate to Beel who dug in happily.

"You mean Neko Magic Maid♡. It wasn't even that good of a game!" Levi said, "It definitely wasn't as good as SuperStar Magic Maid…"

"Yeah. I don't think he was interested in the storyline." Mammon interjected, laughing.

Lucifer scolded the brothers for being crass but your mind wandered. Was that why Satan was acting so weird? After dinner, you headed to Levi's room.

"Hey Levi! I was wondering more about that game you were talking about? The catgirl one?"

Levi didn't even turn from his computer screen. "Yeah it's on that shelf. But if you really like the Magic Maid series you should start with Springtime Magic…AHHH HE'S RESPAWNED!" He yelled, ignoring you again for the game he was currently playing.

You grabbed the game and slipped out of his room quietly. Glancing at the cover you saw a cat girl dressed in a ridiculously short maid costume. Her ears and tail were perked up and she donned a black collar around her neck with a little bell and tag that read 'Master'.

You grinned as you headed to your room. This would be fun.

----

"Satan?" 

"Come in."

Satan turned the page in his book.  Thankfully after that disastrous night, you hadn't worn that headband again, though he'd be lying if he said the image from you that day hadn't been filling his mind as he jerked his cock each night.

He heard you step into the room, but you didn't say anything. Looking up, his jaw dropped.

You were dressed in a maid outfit somehow more revealing than the one from the game. Your breasts were practically popping out of the dress, and the short skirt barely covered your ass. He could see the slight bulge of your thighs over top of your sheer thigh-high socks and he had the urge to bite that spot over and over.

You had the cat ears on again and as you walked towards him, he could hear a jingling noise. Glancing at your neck he saw a simple black collar with his name on the tag and a silver bell. 

"MC what are you doing?" He breathed out shakily. You placed your hand on his chest, gently pushing him into his desk chair.

"Taking care of you…Master." You knelt down on the floor and looked at him expectantly. 

Satan blinked rapidly. He had to be dreaming. 

"Can I please you, Master?" You asked. He nodded, at a loss for words, and you began to unbutton his pants, freeing his rapidly hardening cock. Your hands wrapped around it squeezing, and you slowly moved up and down. Satan let out a groan.

You moved closer, pressing your lips to the tip of his cockhead before lapping at the beads of precum from the slit. You slid his length into your warm, wet mouth and looked into his eyes, swirling your tongue around his cock. This elicited another grunt from the blonde demon.

As you bobbed up and down on his length, he rested his hand on your hair, gently pushing you deeper on his cock. You moaned around him and the vibrations made his heart race. He looked down at you, and noticed the tail that led to under your skirt. 

The realization set a switch off in his brain. He bucked his hips, forcing more of his cock into your mouth.

"Ohhhh fuck. That's it kitten. You like choking on Master's cock?" He asked, his fingers gripping tightly to your hair. You could only gag around him as a response, and the noises you let out were absolutely sinful.

"Such a good little pet. Your throat is squeezing me so well, kitten. But you can go deeper, can't you? Don't you want to please your master?" He asked. 

Frantically you nodded and forced even more of him down your throat, trying your best to breathe out of your nose. As you tried to pull back, his grip tightened, holding you firmly in place. Your eyes watered as you felt his cock throb in your throat and your vision blurred, from tears or lack of oxygen, you weren’t sure. He pulled back and you gasped for air, tear streaked face looking up at him. Satan panicked, apologies already forming in his head before you grinned and pulled him back into your mouth.

“Fuuuuck, such a good kitten. Addicted to master’s cock.” Satan groaned out, his eyes closing as you found your pace on his length. He could feel his release creeping up on him, a fiery feeling in the core of him as your mouth enveloped his cock. The room filled with soft pants and the jingling of the bell around your neck. He met your eyes as you continued to take him deeper. He wouldn’t last much longer if you kept like this. 

“That’s it kitten, that’s it. You want master’s milk? Want your cute belly full of your master’s cum? Tell me, kitten.”

You whined around him, releasing his cock from your lips. 

“Please master. Need to please you. Want your cum.” Your eyes were glassy with tears and drool dripped down the corners of your plump lips. Satan wished he could snap a picture of you looking so lewd.

“Good girl. Milk my cock kitten. Milk my fucking cock.” He gasped as you sped up around him, sloppier and more vigorously than before. Spit coated your chin and spilled onto his thighs as you wrapped your tongue around his cock.

“FUCK! Fuck, just like that!! Oh fuck, cumming!! Take it all, kitten. Fucking take it.” Satan wailed, his muscles tensing as he shot load after load down your throat. You struggled to swallow everything, with some dripping off your lips. Breathing hard, he scooped it with his finger, pushing it back into your mouth.

“Don’t waste a drop kitten.”

You sucked on his finger, a content smile on your face. He reached down, tugging your wrists and pulling you to your feet.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you kitten? Oh no...I want to explore every little bit of you.” He whispered, bending you over his desk. Flipping up your skirt he admired as the tail slid into your ass and gently tugged it, pulling a low moan from you.

“Such a naughty kitten. I can’t wait to fill all your holes with my seed.” He said, his hand palming your ass, before smacking you hard. You jolted forward with a soft whimper. He tugged at your tail again, chuckling as you squeezed your thighs together.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already squirming.” His fingers pressed against your drooling cunt. “Already this wet, just from a few tugs on your tail? What a slutty little pet you are.”

You moaned as he pressed his fingers into your cunt, the slick arousal easily letting him into you. He slowly pumped in and out of you as you attempted to grind against his palm, whining when he gripped your hips, stilling you.

“Look at you, kitten. Debasing yourself just to get off. How filthy.” His voice was sadistic and yet your body trembled with desire under his touch. Your brain was hazy with his fingers rhythmically plunging into you and all you wanted was for him to use you for his pleasure. 

“Please Master. Please touch me.” You pleaded, squeezing your thighs together as he pulled his fingers out of you. He pushed you down on the desk, as he pressed his cockhead against your entrance.

“Beg.”

“Please fuck me master. Please let me cum around your cock. I need you so bad, sir – FUCK!”

Satan slammed his cock into you, causing you to cry out. His hand gripped your hip as he fucked himself deeper into you. 

“Scream as loud as you want kitten, no one is going to hear you through the spells in this room. You’re clenching around me so deliciously, pet.” His fingertips bruised your skin and papers and books were knocked off the desk as he slammed into you over and over.

Your body shook and you felt so full with his cock in your pussy and the plug in your ass. You felt stretched to your limit and still he pressed on, fucking you until you saw stars.

“I can feel the pressure of your tail plug through your delicious cunt, kitten. Doesn’t it feel good to be so full? You’re such a lewd little kitten, aren’t you?” As he taunted you with his words, his fingers danced around your clit, causing your legs to feel like they were giving out. Relentless, he continued pounding into you as tears fell from your eyes.

“So, so full. So good, master! Your cock is so perfect, Master.” you babbled, your brain delirious with lust. The fire burning in your core was so overwhelming, your body ached for more and you needed him, needed your master to push you over that peak.

Satan growled, feeling his demon form activate. His tail wrapped itself around your neck, holding you in place as he wrecked you.

“Your lewd little pussy is fluttering around my cock, kitten. Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to cum for your master’s cock?” He panted out. He was close, apparent as his thrusts became harder and faster.

“Yes please Master. Let me cum on your cock!” You choked out, his tail tightening around your throat. Your eyes fluttered as you felt back arch.

“Cum for me, pet.”

That was all it took. You wailed as your cunt clenched around him, creaming around his cock. Your body convulsed and you felt dazed as you gushed around him. 

“Fuck, kitten!” He groaned out. His hand slammed you down as he unloaded into you. He was so deep, you could practically feel his cum in your belly as he shot ropes of his hot seed into your body over and over. After what felt like a lifetime, he slowly slid out of you.

Picking you up he delicately placed you on his bed, wiping aways the traces of cum that dripped onto your thighs. He gently worked your tail plug out and placed it on the desk before covering you with his sheets. 

“You did so good for me, kitten.” He whispered into your skin. Your eyes were too heavy to open, so you just smiled sleepily and curled into his chest. Running his hand through your hair, he undid the cat ear clips and placed them on his nightstand before succumbing to exhaustion, his whispered words barely audible.

“Good little pet.”

[thornstocutyouwith]

Name:  Lucian Zoltán Xurxo Edu Faust

Meaning of Name:  Lucian: Light, Zoltán: Life, Xurxo: Farmer, Edu: Wealthy Guard, Faust: Fortunate One

Nickname(s):  Luci, Freak, Cian,

Age: Unknown

Birthday: September 14, 1494/1990

Species/Nationality:  Hybrid between a Gold Dragon and an Elf, A Fantasy Realm called Aseara.

Accent: Yes

Language spoken: Elvish, Common, English,

Powers:

Dragon Physiology

Elf Physiology

Metal Dust Manipulation

Graphic Vision

Chemical Breath

Gamma Radiation Manipulation

Fire Breath

Ninjutsu

Dark Elemental Attacks

Weaknesses/Illness/Allergies: No

Pet: Spider Monkey named Sparrow

Occupation:  Strip Club Owner/Pirate Captain

Faceclaim:  Xavier Samuel

Description: His hair is short and black, with natural gold and blue flecks of hair/feather sticking out here and there. His iris are a blue purple color, and the rims are naturally blackened with the edges of the whites of his eyes tinted in a golden color that fades the when going in closer to his iris’. His fingernails are black. He has scars on his left shoulder , they are thick and puff out from his skin, and are an natural color from the rest of his skin. He is tan with scaled elbows and knee’s, the scales are black.  His ears are pointed, with black tips that fade into blue farther down. He has fangs, both on the bottom and the top of his mouth.

Outfit/Accessories/Jewelry: Swords, 

Height: 5′9″

Weight: 134

Body Build: Slender/Athletic

Backstory/Background:

Past

Lucian was born a long time ago, on a night of a full moon. In the middle of winter, to an elven mother.  She had been banished from the elven kingdom just after becoming pregnant with Lucian. Being viewed as a curse who would bring an abomination into their world. After her exile she had been hunted. Dragons and demons alike wanting her dead, or to capture her in order to obtain the child she was carrying.

After one such attack seventeen months after becoming pregnant, the elven woman finally went into labor. Though prematurely for her kind, as well as for the dragons, even more so. Being stalked into a cave, she collapsed and started to feel immense pain, her body lighting up in pain.  Before she could contain herself, she was found. She was captured and her head chopped off.  Still pregnant with Lucian at the time, her body was tossed into a nearby river.

The body floated for several days then, before washing up on a beach miles and miles away from the site of the elven woman’s execution. Several days after this, a pair of scavengers were walking along the beach, searching for items to sell at the local market. Spotting the body they run up to it, hoping there was something of value in it. Upon finding nothing,  one of the scavengers kicks the body in the stomach, hitting something solid.

Curious, they cut the body open, and fine an egg, not just any typical egg, but a golden colored egg. Taking the egg to the market, the pair easily sell this rare egg for riches that should of lasted them for months, possibly even years to come. Though they were probably going to end up spending it all on stupid things. The egg sat at the market for some time. For the most part, the shop owner didn’t even want to sell the egg.

Years passed, and the egg sat waiting, but for the longest time, no one came for it. And it from shop owner to shop owner, each one finding it hard to part with the strange egg, it was passed. Often times falling into the wrong hands, but it was never used for anything but decoration.

Present

Lucian currently owns one of the most popular strip clubs around. It has quickly become a mythical being hotspot for more than just it’s strippers. Lucian’s fame stretches from the mythical all the way into the human world. There are many stories about his origins floating around. But no one knows exactly where it was he came from, or how he got where he is now. Many of the beings who know of him have an innate fear of getting on his bad side. But Lucian has never given anyone a reason to think of him as an evil presence. Lucian cannot remember much as his memory erases every thirty years, due to a curse that was placed on him by another creature hundreds of years before now.

Each time his memory is erased, he starts over as if his previous life hadn’t happened. It has been ten years since the last time his memory erased itself. Lucian is unaware of the curse because of it’s nature. Those who have claimed to know him after his memory is erased often find this annoying and often don’t want to be his friend anymore because they think that he just is being an asshole. Lucian over all isn’t effected by it and continues to find success in his life, going down different paths every thirty years.

At some point he comes to fight a creature that could teleport. Soon they were both transported to the natural world, where seemingly no one has power or features the same as beings from Aseara. There he came across a young woman during the fight which had almost been killed by the teleporting creature. Lucian however protected her from the monsters attack but lost his chance to return home, back to Aseara in the process. Stranded now the Woman, who had been at first frightened of his appearance, since he had been in his dragon form, initially tried to flee. When he reverted back to his more humanoid form she had however changed her mind and decided to help him.

It took some time before they became comfortable with one another. The woman most of all. She had seemed often far too gentle. Lucian was not used to many like her. Along with being in a strange world he had certainly felt out of place. However the two grow closer, sometimes even being attracted to one another. Lucian had come to learn that the woman was the personification of what is known at the Astrological Sign of Cancer. Also learning that not all these Human’s are the same as they looked at times, in the process. That even in a world so seemingly devoid of differences there were the subtle ones.

At some point Lucian and the young woman part ways and eventually Lucian moves on to find a way back home to Aseara once more. Hearing about another being who had been lost from their world named Jax, who was working on a portal to cross dimensions.

Future

Lucian finds Jax and travels with the other trying to return home back to Aseara.

Sails a  ship called Eternity.

Finds out he’s a Dragon Prince

(Work In Progress)

Personality:

Absent-minded, Adrenaline Junkie, Audacious, Bad Liar, Clumsy, Gullible, Idealist, Idiotic, Ignorant, Naive, Reckless, Timid, Ungracious, Unlucky, Unsophisticated, Courteous, Multi-leveled, Incorruptible, Punctual, Gracious, Adaptable, Upright, Humble, Neutral, Solitary, Glamorous, Noncommittal, Irreligious, Cute, Determined, Intense, Abrasive, Escapist, Argumentative, Careless, Nihilistic, Insulting, Odd, Demanding,

Quirks/Savvies/Other: Plays the drums, Startles easily, Prone to stumbling, Smells things, Accidentally breaks things often, Nibbles on peoples necks and ears, Flicks at people, Easily distracted by baubles or treasures,

Likes: Food, Music, Magic, Cooking, Crafting, Leaves, Clean (Warm) Clothes, Mud, Rain, Riverbeds, Cinnamon, Grapes, Peaches, Banana’s, Water, Wine, The Moon, Tea, Chocolate with Rainbow Sprinkles, Chocolate, Summer, Nighttime, Carving pumpkins,

Dislikes: Puns, Vegetables, Taller people, Philosophy, Being inside, Gossip, Monsters, Scary Stories, Grapes, Bats,

Fears: None

Personality Tests:

Other: Virgo

Parent(s):

  -> Father: Unknown(Dragon)

  -> Mother: Unknown(Elf)

Sibling(s): None

Starters

Chat’s

Para’s

Face

Stuff

Information

Asks

All

                                                                              Alternate Universes

Lost Twin of Enzo (From Plush, Book/Movie (Fissarsi)) AU

Academy AU

Neko AU

Collar Colors: Grey, Black

Collar Charms: Wizard hat, sword, microphone,

Bell Color: Gold

Vampire AU

Doll AU

Greek God AU (Chrysus)

Lion King AU

Power Rangers AU (Green/White Ranger)

Alien AU

Zodiac AU

Harry Potter AU

Divergent AU

Pokemon AU

Hunger Games AU

Planet AU

Boogeyman AU

Phantom Family AU

AUs

[komowah-blog]

My Neko~ | Borusara Fic

Last fic of the night~ BTW, I made an ask! Feel free to ask for requests, any ship! :) Open at the time, and maybe forever. Dango Date will not be counted as an official fic, if you’re asking for no reason. Contact Lens will be counted as my first fic, due to Dango Date was written unprofessionally by me. I don’t want it to be so long, and boring. May delete Dango date later. Thank you for all the support from Contact Lens! Enjoy this fic.

Genre: Fluff

Rating: K+

Team 7 was just assigned a new mission.

Something about a cat stamp. Team 7′s sensei, Konohamaru said. ”So, one of us have to become a neko. Which is it? I’m way too tall for being counted as a neko.” “Mmm... I nominate Boruto-kun” Mitsuki said, with a smile on his face. “Eh?!” Boruto said with a slight tint of red on his face. “You’re tiny, and those bangs of yours already look like you can come from nekos” the boy with light blue hair said. “Wha? Don’t tell me that! I nominate Sarada. She has bangs too! Her glasses already look like she’s not human!” the blonde said whilist pointing to the Uchiha girl. “Baka! My glasses look better than those disguisting banana bangs! I'm too cute to be a neko!" "You look too scary.." Boruto mumbled. "Hmm, well Sarada and Boruto both are nominated... But, you always have to have sensei's opinion!" Konohamaru said look too confident, and his hand on his chin. "Well then, Konohamaru-sensei, who is it?" Mitsuki asked. "Sarada. She's my opponent to become hokage, I mean look, if she wants to be hokage, she has to go through this." "Very well, I choose Sarada-san too, your reason is better than my, most definitely" the golden eyed boy said. Boruto had a big smirk on his face. “Who’s the baka now? That’s why I would hate to be hokage” Boruto said while chuckling. “Shush it, Baka-Banana Boruto!” her fists gripped and a light pink tinted her face. <<Hehe, can’t wait to see Sarada all kawaii and girly. She’s never like this, so better take my chance!~>> “Aww, is Sarada acting like a baby again?~” Boruto said with his arms streching to the back of his head. “S..Shannaroo!!!” Sarada shouted out and punched Boruto to space. “Why me..?”

It was the next day, Mitsuki got his backpack for missions. His camera (OTP reasons), some extra dango (for sarada), and some Kaminari Burgers (for boruto). 

On Boruto’s side, he got a pocket-mini stuffed animal. And, started walking to his mission meet-up place.

Sarada’s side... However. Oh hohoho.. She grabbed the neko collar and ears. The outfit was too..open... Sure, the rest of team 7 will be wearing neko ears, but not a collar, or this ridiculous outfit. She sighed and decided to wear it. After, she went to meet up with the rest.

“So, I see the outfit was perfect for you.” Mitsuki said, while laughing. Boruto’s eyes widened while staring at Sarada. “Boruto! Stop staring, it’s weird...” Sarada said while looking at the corner of her eye, blushing like cherries. “Eh? Huh? Oh. WAIT WHAT?! I WASN’T STARING!!!” Boruto said with the biggest blush. ”It’s okay to be ashamed, Boruto” Mitsuki said, with a big grin. “Pfft. Whatever, I wasn’t even staring though”  Boruto said while looking away. Team 7 just went to travel to do the mission. The poor boy, he was wayy off task. Sarada got mad and said,”Boruto! Just stay on task, baka!” Sarada said that way too late. A barrel was thrown over to them by Konohamaru, unaware of what was going on. “Sorry if you guys were -”

....

Sarada was on top of Boruto. Poor guy, he was pinned by one of the scariest nekos ever.

  Too close. Way too close for comfort. Sarada’s face was so red. More brighter than the sun. Boruto was blushing too. “J-Just stay on task.. Sorry about this.. Baka-Boruto..” Sarada said while avoiding eye contact. Boruto all could hear was

doki..

doki...

doki..

His heart was being ripped out.

“Boruto?” the Uchiha girl said, ignoring the fact she was still pinning him down. “Huh?” Boruto said while blinking twice. “Stay on task of the mission!” “I can’t, even if a cute neko was on top of me still~” he winked at her. “...”

“SHANAROO!” Sarada screamed out blushing. She didn’t punch him, like he expected. She paused, and later was ready to stand up. But right when she was doing so, Boruto grabbed her risk. Pulling it slightly back down. “Stay with meee, my neko~” Boruto said. Suddenly a rose was in his mouth? Where in the hell? Wait what? Sarada was blushing, almost like if she was about to die. “Wait what are you doing we’re on a mi-” Their lips smacked. Oh boy. If Sasuke were here, Boruto would’ve been chidori’d harder than his grandfather being punched in the stomach by his father. “I hope you know we’re still on a mission, fufufu~” Mitsuki said. He snapped a photo with his camera.

OTP!

“I’ll show this to your children, Mitsuki-Uncle style~”

“EH?!” Boruto and Sarada said.

After that mission, Boruto and Sarada were the talk of the village. Boruto heard a knock on the door.

“It must be Sarada!” Boruto said smiling.

He opened the door to an unpleasant face.

“Oh.. Uncle Sasuke!... You’re in the village!...”

Run Boruto.

Run.

[chocobabyporcelain]

How would the bros react to an S/O who wears jfashion? (I'm trying to think of things you like but all i can think of is jfash)

I am so here for this. But of course, you knew that.I did a different subfashion with each bro, but if you wanna see a specific bro with a specific fashion, just shoot me an ask and I’ll get to it.I’ve included a links to a pinterest baord on each fashion so if you’re not familiar, you can get a better visual.(Also, side note, I can totally see Iris dressing in Visual Kei)

Tags: @neko-otaku13 @itsmootothecow @itshaejinju @mp938368 @ffxv-milkshake @bespectacled-girl @insomniacapples @expectogladiolus

Noctis –Decora:

Noctis had known you since middle school, but he’d never seen yououtside of school before. Which meant he’d never seen you inanything other than your school uniform and the minimal makeup yourschool would allow.

Whenhe saw you at the arcade, dressedbrighter than a rainbow, he couldn’t help but stare. Nobody couldhelp but stare. Not all of them appreciative.

Youwere dressed in a bright yellow cut-sew with multicoloured polkadots, along with a red and blue chequered skirt over rainbow tights.There were glittery greenplatform sandals on your feet and a strawberry patterned jacketdraped loosely over your shoulders. You had a seemingly impossibleamount of hair clips decorating your bright red wig and plasticjewellery lining your wrists and fingers. Yourfuzzy, blue monster backpack was hanging limply from your arm as youand your friend, who was dressed similarly, battled on one of themachines.

“Yes!” you yelled out your victory, throwing your hands in theair as you jumped up and down, your backpack bouncing on your arm.

You friend groaned loudly and threw her head down in a pout. “You’reonly good at this because you have more experience.” she grumbled.

Noctis could hardly believe it was you. Could this really be (Y/N)?The girl in his class who kept to herself and barely said a word toanybody? The girl who got so embarrassed when she mispronounced“disestablishment” that she refused to speak for the rest of theday?

He took a deep breath and slowly made his way over to you. “(Y/N)?”

Youturned to face him, youreyes widening when you saw exactly who was addressing you. “PrinceNoctis!” You stepped back, subconsciously pulling your jacketfurther around yourself, as if trying to hide.

Your friend cast a look between the two of you and smiled. “I’mgonna go grab some sodas.” she said, slipping away before you couldcall her back.

An awkward silence stretched between you, both of you looking aroundin different directions.

“It’s—”

“You—”

You both spoke simultaneously, and then laughed nervously atyourselves.

“You first.” Noctis insisted.

Younodded.“I was just gonna say it’s a little strange seeing you outside ofschool.” You pulled yourbackpack to your front, running your fingers through its soft fuzz. Anervous habit you’d picked up somewhere along the line.

Noctissmiled at you, giving your coord a once over. Which made you a littleself-conscious, honestly. “You look amazing.” he gesturedvaguely at your clothes. “So bright andbeautiful.”

It was hard to tell who blushed harder at that comment, you orNoctis.

“Colourful!”he corrected. “Bright an-Bright and colourful.”

Youchuckled. “Thank you.” Youlet one arm fallfrom your bagto your side, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt. “It’scalledDecora fashion.”

“I’dlove to hear all about it,” Noctis was almost embarrassed at howquickly he’d spoken. “If, y’know, you’d like to tell me?”

Youswayed a little, rolling up onto the balls of your feet with a brightsmile. “Yeah, I’d really like that.” you replied, maybe alittle too eagerly.

“Cool.”

Iswear, Decora is a lot nicer looking than the coord I just described.

Prompto – Fairy Kei:

You were sat on a high wall just behind the overlook in Lestallumwhen Prompto first saw you. He caught sight of your pastel pink andbaby blue sneakers dangling just above his line of sight. “Oh,”he muttered softly as he looked up and saw you in your entirety.

Your fluffy tutu in pink, mint and lavender splayed out either sideof you, draping over the pastel candy-print tights that encased yourthighs. The pink sweater you were wearing (in Lestallum, which wasquestionable enough) was easily three times too big for you, one sidehanging off your shoulder, and had “Barbie” written across thefront in pretty cursive letters. You wore baby blue knee-highs overyour tights, with little pink teddy bears holding balloons on thesides, disappearing into your high-top sneakers. Your hair was dyedin split colours, pink one side, blue the other, and was tied up intwin-tails, with slightly uneven tie-off points which looked clumsy,but cute. You were swinging your legs daintily, fully engrossed inyour phone.

Prompto couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face ashe looked up at you. A real life fairy princess, perched comfortablyatop her vantage point, looking out at the world. You were beautiful.A true vision in soft pastels.

He took a deep breath, gathering the courage to call out to you.“Exc– Excuse me!”

You peered over the top of your phone, unsure whether or not thevoice was calling you. You saw the blonde man down below waving toyou, and you gave your own shy, tentative wave in return.

“Hey, this might sound weird but, um,” he lifted his camera, asif to make you aware of its existence. “Would you be comfortablewith me taking your picture?”

You knitted your eyebrows, worrying your lower lip a little. “Oh,erm…” You considered it, briefly.  He seemed genuine enough andhe did ask permission first. That’s gotta count forsomething, right? You took a breath and forced a smile. “Yeah,sure.” You placed your phone down beside you and held up a peacesign.

Prompto hesitated. “Are you sure?” he called up. You werebeautiful and he definitely wanted a picture of you, but hewasn’t prepared to make you uncomfortable.

“I’m sure.” you replied, giving a short chuckle.

Prompto smiled up at you once more and aligned his camera, spending alittle time adjusting in a way that was comfortable and got a goodangle. He framed it perfectly, the midday sun behind you in a waythat made you glow radiantly.

“How do I look?”

“Gimme a sec.” He quickly made his way up the small hill, and youswivelled around on the wall to greet him.

You jumped off your comfy perch and grabbed your soft backpack offthe ground, stuffing your phone back into the yellow fluff.

Prompto stopped short when he caught sight of it. The fluffy birdshaped bag was recognisable anywhere. “Is your backpack a chocobo?”he asked with an excited smile.

You giggled, pulling your soft bag closer, cuddling him like aplushie. “Yeah. He’s super cute. I love him.” you said, swayingthe bag as if nursing a child.

“I think you might be my favourite person.” Prompto muttered,unable to stop the heat rising to his cheeks.

Blushing just as bright, you gave another nervous giggle, buryingyour face in the soft fluff of your chocobo backpack. “Do you, um,”you lowered the bag from your mouth, realising it was probablymuffling your speech. “Do you think you could email me that pictureso I can use it for my blog?” you asked, gesturing to his camera.

“Oh, sure thing.” Prompto reached into his pocket and dug out hisphone, opening his notes app and handing it to you. “Here, writedown your email address.”

You took the phone from him, typed in what you needed to, and handedit back.

Your name, email address and phone number.

“(Y/N?),” he smiled. “That’s a pretty name.”

“Thanks.” You began to fidget with your bracelet, a band ofplastic, pastel beads spelling Cry Baby that was previouslyhidden beneath your sleeve. “So, do you have a name, orshould I credit you as Mr. Camera.” you asked.

Prompto snorted at the nickname. “It’s Prompto.” he replied,maybe hoping a little that you’d call him Mr. Camera anyway. Maybehe thought it sounded kinda cool.

“Prompto.” you repeated.

That’s when a car horn decided to blast, startling the both of you.

“(Y/N)!” you heard your friend’s voice call.

You looked up to the road, where you could see the car of anotherfriend, the one in question leaning far out of the window. “Get in,loser. We got a tea party to get to!”

You waved and turned back to Prompto. “That’s my ride.” Youhesitated, rocking slightly on your heels. “So… text me later?”you trailed off cautiously.

“Sure thing!” Prompto’s reply was immediate. “I’ll send thephoto tonight.”

You smiled and nodded. “Thank you so much.” With that, you rushedto your friend’s car, pausing to wave before you climbed in,ignoring your friends as they teased you.

Prompto waited until the car drove off before looking back at hiscamera, at the photograph of you, sitting atop the wall with thatsweet smile. “Ah, geez.” he muttered.

He had it bad.

Hereis my very own Fairy Kei board!In fact, most of the coord in this is based off my actual wardrobe.

Also,can I throw out the headcanon that Prompto is totally prepared totwin with his Fairy Kei S/O?

Ignis – Uchuu Kei:

For as long as Ignis has known you, he’s known about your penchantfor space. Many a time he’d found you, in the wee hours of themorning, curled up on the woven chair that sat on your balcony,staring up at the night sky.

He loved the sound of pure excitement in your voice as you pouredover your star chart, talking endlessly about the vastness and beautyof space, yet to be explored.

The crescent moon string lights you’d hung around the vanitymirror, the nebula print cushions you’d decorated the bed with, thenebula soaps in the bathroom, all of it may not have been to Ignis’staste, per say. But, a shared home should have equal representationof all parties coexisting, and that was your mark.

He’d noticed you were starting in integrate your passion for spacein your outfits. It started with your nails, your usual block colouracrylics traded in for nebula patterns. Then, there was a pair ofholographic creepers you had your heart set on from the moment yousaw them.

You’d started to wonder if you could make your whole wardrobe spacethemed. Or would that be silly? You supposed it was. After all, youweren’t a little girl anymore, and they probably didn’t even makespace themed clothing in your size.

Still, that didn’t stop you looking it up at home whileprocrastinating work. You scrolled through pages and pages ofchildren dressed as aliens and astronauts, becoming more and morediscouraged at each microhuman you saw draped in silver, green andUFO print.

Until, you stumbled upon something amazing.

You slammed your hands down on the table, staring wide-eyed at thescreen on your laptop.

“(Y/N)?” Ignis called, poking his head around the door of thesmall dinning room, where you were (supposed to be) working. “Whatwas that? Are you alright?”

You smiled at him over the top of your heavily decorated laptop.“It’s a thing!” you muttered, your voice pinching slightly asyour excitement become more apparent. You beckoned him over to showhim the images on your screen.

Ignis came to stand behind you, placing an arm across your shoulders.He watched with you as you scrolled down the page, showcasing imageafter image of people—adults—wearing nebula patterns,silver, constellations, aliens. Space fashion was a thing!

“It’s called Uchuu Kei,” you said, opening a few images in newtabs for a closer inspection. “I can’t believe it’s actually athing!”

The excitement in your voice brought a smile to Ignis’s face. “Ithink it’d suit you nicely.” He pointed to a particular image onthe screen. I girl dressed in a silver dress, navy, star sprinkledtights and holographic creepers. “You’re halfway there, you justneed the dress.” he commented with a chuckle.

You laughed along, mulling it over in your mind. Could you reallypull it off? You wanted to, but you weren’t convinced. What if youjust looked really silly? “You think so?” you asked, a littleshyly.

“Certainly.”

And with that, your mind was made up. You’d try out Uchuu Kei. Andif it didn’t suit you, it didn’t suit you, and it would be alearning experience and you’d move on.

It started with you collecting garments, tucking them away in yourcloset until you felt you had enough to build a semi-decent coord. Itwas mostly tops and sweaters, you noticed. All with aliens, crescentmoons, rocket ships and various other space motifs. You only had ahandful of suitable skirts and one pair of shorts, and two pairs oftights.

When you felt you had enough, you wanted to work on building a coord.You gathered all of the Uchuu clothes from your closet and laid themout neatly on the bed. You’d pick up a shirt, lay it over a skirtand then put it back, picking up a different shirt and trying again.

You were there for hours, and quickly growing frustrated.Why was coording so hard?

When you finally settled on what you hoped was a workable coord, yougot changed, applying a little makeup and checking yourself over inthe mirror. “Ignis,” you called, making your way out of thebedroom and landing before your boyfriend in a cute curtsy. “Do Ilook alright?”

Ignis regarded you with an appreciative hum. You were wearing a shortsleeved t-shirt, black with a little green alien riding in a UFO withthe words I BELIEVE written in bold, friendly letters.On top of that was a nebula print suspender skirt, the strapsdecorated with badges of UFOs and rocket ships. You were wearing oddsocks, one navy and sprinkled with glittery stars and one a plainwhite, both pulled up to just under your knees, and on your feet,your beloved holographic creepers.

With a gentle smile, Ignis got to his feet, placing a hand on thesmall of your back, pulling you closer. “You look exquisite,darling.” he whispered, softy brushing a stray lock of hair fromyour face. “My little space princess.”

Someexamples of Uchuu Kei.

Gladiolus – Oshare Kei:

Gladiolus has known you for a long time. He’s seen all of yourabrupt style changes, and they happened often.

When you two met, you were playing around with Gyaru. It was acomfortable style, but the fake tan was annoying, and the bleachedblonde and heavy makeup really did not suit you.

You very briefly tried a Classic Lolita style, but thatquickly evolved into a more Gothic Lolita style, which youfound far more suited to you. Far more stylish.

Moriwas one of Gladio’s personal favourite looks on you. Theloose, floaty dresses and thick woollen cardigans gave you adelicate, doll-like look, and the earthy tones made you appear like aforest sprite.

When you announced, out of the blue, that you wanted to try adifferent style, Gladio had to admit that he was sad to see yourforest girl look go.

He very quickly changed his mind when he saw your next style.

Thefirst thing he noticed was that you haddyed your hair again. Mostlyblack this time, with neon pink dip dye. The vest you had on was alsoblack, full of rips with more neon pink peeking through. Hecould see the slightest hint of black, Lycra shorts peering outbeneath your short, pink and black tartan skirt. Yourblack and pink striped socks were uneven, one just below your kneeand the other pushed down to mid-calf, both disappearing intobattered, black converse.

Youspun on the spot, your skirt flaring out and showing off how snuglythose shorts fit. “What do you think?” yourquestion ended in a nervous lilt to your voice as youendedyour twirl in a cute little curtsey.

Gladiolooked you up and down, a muted grinplaying on his lips. “I think,” he said, pulling himself up offof the sofa and approaching you. He held your wrist in his hand andtwirled you once more, leaving you giggling and almost falling intohim. “thatyou look amazing.”

He stepped back, admiring you all over again. “What’s it called,again?” he asked.

“OshareKei.” you answered. “It’s kinda like Visual Kei, but morecolourful.” You swayed alittle, glancing down at your outfit. “Well, more pink, on thisoccasion.” You chuckled nervously, suddenly becoming self-criticalof your chosen colour scheme. Was it too same-y?No, no, plenty of coords use a two-colour palette, you looked fine.Better than fine. You lookedamazing! Right?

Gladioraised an eyebrow at you. “Hey, I know that look.” He lifted youup by the waist and held you with one arm under your butt and theother supporting you back. Herested his forehead against yours and looked you in the eye. “Believeme, (Y/N). You look incredible.Better than… the girl fromthat… Visual band you like…”he trailed off, trying toremember the band, or the girl, or anything, really.

Youscrunched your nose a little. Well, that was vague,but you decided you’d take the compliment, anyway. You smiled,wrapping your arms around Gladio’s neck, swinging your legs gentlyat his sides. “Thanks, Gladio.” you muttered.

Ican see Gladio really being into the “soft punk” vibe Oshare Keigives.

[chocobabyporcelain]

Hey! Your dating Cindy hcs were cute omg! Could I request a reader insert drabble of Cindy taking care of her drunk girlfriend please?

Aww, thank you so much! Yes! Loving, caring girlfriend Cindy is exactly what I’m here for! Most of this is from my own experience of taking care of dumb drunks, or even being the dumb drunk being taken care of ;;;TW/CW for vomiting mentions, I guess? It’s only one tiny paragraph, but I know some people get queasy or even have phobias, so I’ll just forewarn you.

Gonna tag some lovely people: @neko-otaku13 @itshaejinju @themissimmortal @bespectacled-girl @expectogladiolus @angel-dream @itsmootothecow @zacklover24 @rubyphilomela @eternallydaydreaming2015 @insomniacapples @valkyrieofardyn As always let me know if it’s not okay to tag you, and on the flip side let me know if you want to be tagged

cind babewhere r u think i lost m shoe my foot is wet come get me pls

Cindy looked down at her phone and sighed. You hadn’t lost yourshoe, it was in your hand. And Cindy knew it was in your hand,because she had just watched you take it off from where she wassitting, around three feet away.

It was Saturday night, date night, and you had decided that youwanted to go clubbing. Cindy never really was one for clubs. Shewasn’t a big drinker and she had to drive home anyway, but she didlove seeing you dance, shaking those cute hips and watching yourskirt ride up just enough to get a little flash of your knickers. Shecouldn’t say no to you. So, you went clubbing. You and Cindy bothdid one shot when you got there, Cindy got herself a beer and youkept knocking back shots. Basically, by the time you text her,roughly two hours later, you were lucky you were still able to useyour legs.

Cindy tucked her phone back into her bag and shuffled herself out ofthe booth, she got to her feet, approached you and gently lay herhand on your shoulder.

You spun around, shocked expression quickly morphing into a widesmile. “Cindy!” you yell and throw your arms around her, leaningall of your weight on her.

Cindy just smiled, linking her fingers together behind your back.“Hey, baby.” she greeted, giving you a quick peck on the lips.“Ready to go?”

“No,” you whined, resting your head on her shoulder. You sniffed,tears burning your eyes. “Cindy, I’m so stupid!” You stumbledbackwards, pointing down to your feet. “I lost my shoe!” Youwobbled as you tried to raise your bare foot out in front of you,almost toppling.

Cindy reached out to steady you, grabbing hold of the kitten heeldangling from your fingers once she was sure you could supportyourself. “No, it’s okay, look, I have it.” She held the shoeup to your line of sight, coiling her free arm around you. “Nowc’mon, we gotta get you home.” She guided you towards the exit,ignoring the voices around her saying “She’s such a good friend.”and “Thirty gil says they’re banging.” It seems as thoughpeople are either well-meaning, but oblivious or utter arseholes.There is no in-between.

She managed to guide you to the car with little difficulty, stoppingonly when you stepped on a slug and started crying. She loaded youinto the car, wiping away the few stray tears as you babbled aboutthe “poor sluggy who didn’t get to live,” and quickly dashedover to the driver’s side, climbing in beside you.

The ride home was an uneasy mix of sleeping and weeping on your part,poor Cindy trying to soothe you when you began to sob. Luckily, yourflat wasn’t too far from the club. “We’re home, babe.” shesaid softly as she pulled up outside your complex.

You groaned, sick to your stomach at the thought of moving. “Cindy,”you sobbed out, rubbing your eyes with the heel of your hand,smearing already running mascara and eyeliner, turning yourself intoa drunken rendition of Bucky Barnes. “I feel sick.”

Cindy sighed, reaching over to brush your hair out of your face. “Iknow, sweetie.” she cooed. She reached down to unbuckle yourseatbelt. “C’mon, let’s get you upstairs and into bed.” Sheclimbed out of the car, circling around to your side to help you outand guide you into the building and into the elevator.

The entire ride up, you sobbed and sighed, your head resting onCindy’s shoulder while she and the mirrored wall kept you upright.Cindy rubbed your arm and pressed kisses against your head. As muchas she hated seeing you like this, it was self inflicted and she mayor may not have thought you were an idiot for letting yourself getinto this state.

The elevator dinged, doors opening onto your floor. With Cindy’shelp, you staggered out of the elevator and up the short hall to yourfront door. She reached into your bag, fishing out your keys andawkwardly trying to balance you and open the door at the same time.She tried her best, but her efforts were in vain as the two of youtoppled into the flat and onto the floor.

You gasped hard, coughing and retching. Cindy jumped up, grabbinghold of your upper arms and practically dragging you into thebathroom. She held your hair while you were sick, throwing up theentire contents of your stomach into the toilet until all you coulddo was dry-retch and cry. “Cindy, I hate this.” you bawled.

Cindy sighed and rubbed your back. “I know, baby. I know.” shewhispered. She leaned over you to rip off a square of toilet roll,wiping your mouth clean before dropping the square into the bowl andflushing it all away. She helped you to your feet, guiding you overto sit on the edge of the bathtub. She dug through the medicinecabinet for a little while before pulling out a bottle of Micellarwater and some make-up removal pads. She wet a pad and rubbed itgently over your eyes, wiping away the black smudges that had becomeof your expertly applied make-up.

“M’tired.” you croaked out, resting your head against the coldbathroom wall. “Can we go to bed now?”

Cindy tossed the blackened pads into the waste basket and ran herhands under the tap. “Sure thing, honey.” She smiled at you asshe dried her hands, then helped you to your feet. She lead you fromthe bathroom, down the hall to your bedroom, where you flopped ontoyour bed.

Repressing what felt the her fiftieth sigh of the night, Cindyperched on the edge of the bed next to you and tried to help you situp. “You can’t sleep in that dress, (y/n).”

You grumbled, but complied, letting Cindy manoeuvrer you into anupright position and pull down the zip at the back of your dress. Youcollapsed back as soon as it was down and wiggled your way out of it.You giggled, clumsily wrapping you arms around Cindy’s waist as sheunhooked your bra and tried to untangle you from it. She was notletting you sleep in that evil contraption. “Now you have to getundressed.” you sang.

Cindy chuckled. “No, no, sugar. Sleep time.” She tried to liftyou slightly, just enough to peel back the bedsheets and tuck you in,but you were at an awkward angle and maybe a little too heavy to liftwith one arm. “C’mon, into bed.”

You huffed, clearly unhappy, but did as you were told regardless,tossing your bra off the side of the bed. “Don’t make me sleepalone.” you whined as she pulled the covers over you.

“I’ll be right back.” she promised. She disappeared into thebathroom briefly to wash off her own make-up and deposit her outfitinto the laundry hamper. She wandered back to your room and climbedinto bed next to yo in just her panties.

You giggled, carding your fingers into her blonde curls and pressinga kiss to her lips. “Hey there.” you purred.

Cindy shook her head. “Not when you’re like this.” she said.She pulled you close to her, coiling her own fingers into your hair.“You need to sleep.”

You would have protested, but honestly, you didn’t have it in you.She was right. You groaned, tucking your face into the crook of herneck. “Love you.” you muttered.

“I love you, too, angel.”

The next morning hit you like a truck.

It was too bright, your mouth felt like cotton and already everythingwas the worst.

You groaned, turned over in bed and reached your arm out for yourgirlfriend, but felt nothing. You sat up, blinking yourself into fullconsciousness. “Cind?” you croaked out, throat protesting in amanner that was not unlike swallowing sandpaper.

You threw off the duvet and struggled to your feet, stumbling outinto the hall. You could hear a clatter in the kitchen that made yourbrain feel like exploding. Despite every instinct, you followed thenoise into the kitchen and sat at the table.

As expected, you found Cindy in the kitchen, hovering over the stove.“Morning,” she greeted. “Didn’t reckon you’d be up justyet.” She moved over to the sink, filling a glass with water andplacing it in front of you, along with two paracetamol. “Take thatand I’ll make you some coffee.”

“Thank you.” you whined. You tossed the pills into your mouth andknocked back the water. “Cindy,” you frowned, giving her yourbest puppy pout. “I’m sorry you had to put up with my drunk asslast night.” you apologised.

Cindy laughed, placing a mug of hot coffee on the table. “I know,right?” she folded her arms and sat nest to you. “You’re solucky that I love you so much!” She put an arm around you and youleaned into her and groaned. “As long as you don’t make a habitof it, we’ll be okay.” She teased.