#I may or may not do obey me doodles I don’t know

[frankenbuggee]

Ah, my old love.

I have not drawn obey me related things for so long; almost years I believe but I wanted to test out these new brushes on Lucifer 🖤

I would like to draw the other brothers but don’t hold me to that 💀

[somekidnamedkai]

Hello! I saw that the request page is open for the moment. If i may ask can get kalim with an s/o that's like diavlo from obey me?

Kalim with Diavolo like S/O

Authors Note: Thank you for your request! I haven’t played Obey Me in a while so I apologize if I didn’t match Dia’s character that well.

Characters: Kalim Al-Asim

Warnings: My middle school vocabulary. Two Chaotic teens

Gender Neutral Reader

It’s hard to match Kalims energy, but you do. And he loves you for it. Whenever Kalim wants to hold a party, you’re handing out invitations. Kalim loves having parties, and you love making new friends.

You two put together are Jamils favorite headache <3 he’s plotting against you two. With you both being cheery, outgoing, and kind of reckless people, it makes Jamil want to scream into a pillow.

You and Kalim both love getting each other gifts. Ramshackle is always filled with the most extravagant and beautiful flowers, although they can’t compare to you according to Kalim. You give Kalim more handmade gifts a lot of the time and he treasures them. What to get someone who has everything? Homemade stuff. You do give him some good gifts every now and then, though. Like a nice mirror or a headband, you thought he’d like.

Whenever you guys are on a date together you both end up arguing about who’s gonna pay. “I asked you on a date. I should pay”

“You paid last time.” It goes on forever until the waiter gets tired of it and grabs one of the cards. “Hah! They picked mine.” “Well, I’m paying next time.” “No, you’re not.”

Your differences start when you two get to class. You’re much calmer and pay attention more, while Kalim is doodling on his paper or looking around the classroom.

If you and Kalim are next to each other he’ll slide you notes and try to talk to you. And while you’ll tell him he needs to focus, you’re going to open the note and read it anyway.

In between classes, you and Kalim are always walking hand in hand, even if you don’t have your next class together. Kalim walks you to class if you don’t have it with him. He said that’s what boyfriends are supposed to do.

You have more of a voice of reason than Kalim does so before you and Kalim do something irrational together, you’re thinking about the consequences. For the most part. You just want to have fun.

If your guy’s recklessness ever got you stuck in a situation, you would know how to get yourselves out of there. Your idea might be stupid, but at least it has a higher chance of succeeding.

You and Kalim are too chaotic together and give Jamil at least two headaches a day. But you’d give him Tylenol as an apology.

[galax-dragon]

hiiii who wants to hear about yet another coroika au from the person who has too many of them

so yeah extensive infodump and doodles under the cut

TW: DISTURBING IMAGES

Ok so lots of idk’s for this one, bear with me ok

So you know how a lot of Goggles’ opponents (Skull, Emp, Vintage) seem to turn stupid after Goggles defeats them? Yeah, this is based on that, but Scary

So in this Goggles is a 19481059149 years old (very ancient) eldritch monstrosity from the eternal void, he is reborn every 1000 years or so to cause destruction and stuff. He “brainwashes” (turns stupid) the other Coroika people, usually by pantsing, but people can be brainwashed without pantsing them. (Ex: Army.) He may or may not have some evil plan, idk yet

So yeah, somehow Rider finds out Goggles is a monster (idk yet, I think he sees his true monstrous form somehow?) And Rider is totally freaked out, but also curious, and tries to find out more about Goggles, and eventually finds out that he is brainwashing people.

Team Yellow-Green (Stealth, Blazer, and Bamboo) are the first Rider tells, when they see him with like his big cork board with all the strings attached to it (do you know what I’m talking about) But they don’t believe him, because Goggles? An evil eldritch monster? How absurd!

So then Rider tries to warn other people, he warns Ocho and Wireglasses because they are the current Big Bad Opponents and likely Goggles’ next victims. (Btw I headcanon that Rider and Wireglasses are cousins, and I also ship Ocho and Wireglasses.)

But Ocho and Wireglasses don’t believe Rider, either, and they get caught by Goggles!! :0

So now Rider is desperate to warn people that Goggles is dangerous. He calls up Mask and Aloha, a couple of Goggles’ victims who haven’t been brainwashed! And luckily, they actually believe Rider’s whole theory! (Btw at this point Rider hasn’t slept in like, three days)

Together Rider, Mask, and Aloha try to figure out how to defeat Goggles and stuff. Also at first Aloha is just goofing off because he’s not sure if he really believes this whole thing, but once he realizes Army has really been brainwashed, he is really on board.

Also, I bet you’ve been wondering why Rider himself isn’t brainwashed, because he is Goggles’ first opponent and has been pantsed thousands of times! Well there’s an explanation for that: Gorai! Goggles didn’t brainwash Rider because he loves him in an unhealthy and creepy way!

Idk how to explain it, Gorai in this au is basically like this picture:

Yeah 👍

So anywho then Events occur that somehow lead up to Mask and Aloha getting brainwashed and Rider having to confront Goggles’ true monster form.

(Btw in this Goggles can like, control his victims to basically be zombies that obey his mental commands? This isn’t their default form, it can be turned on and off.)

So anyway yeah that happens and there’s actually multiple outcomes I’m thinking of! So either Rider like, convinces Goggles to stop being evil somehow and everything is good, or Goggles brainwashes Rider, achieves his evil goal, and everything is Not Good.

Also I’m not sure how Team Blue ties into all of this, I think they know that Goggles is an ancient eldritch monstrosity but they’re ok with that?

Anyway, that was a lot! Here’s the doodles as promised:

Sorry for the not-great quality, I had to take these on the bus so I wouldn’t forget 🙃 (I might take some better pictures later)

[ikemen-trifecta]

Obey Me! Mammon x Selectively Mute Reader - Part 3

link to part 4:

🎗Part 3🎗

　You returned to class once you heard the bell ring, eyes probably red and raw from crying. You were thankful for that boy keeping things confidential, though. Luke, however, noticed your face right away and commented on it.

　I’ve been having a rough first day.

　“What happened? What can I do to help?” he insisted.

　I met someone who was really chill, so it’s okay.

　“YO, MC! Where’d ya go?!” yelled Mammon, pulling the classroom door open. Luke rolled his eyes.

　“Well, it’s definitely not that guy you met.”

　“Listen, MC. I’m sorry for freaking you out. How can I make it up to you?”

　I just want to go home, you confessed. The angel and demon looked at each other.

　“Alright; we’re going to the roof!” Mammon announced suddenly.

　“You can’t go to the roof! It’s time for class!” Luke protested.

　“What’re ya gonna do about it, Fido?”

　“Who are you calling--” But he was already pulling you out the door and up the stairs. You passed the sleepy boy you’d met earlier.

　“Hi, Belphie! Bye, Belphie!”

　When you two had made it to the rooftop, you took out your notebook.

　You know him?

　“‘Course. He’s my youngest brother.” He contemplated. “Wait. You don’t know my brothers. Can I borrow your notebook?” You didn’t feel completely comfortable parting with your only source of communication, but you complied.

　He drew little doodles with labels on a blank page. “This is Lucifer, my older brother. This is me. This is Leviathan…”

　After he was done, you took back the book.

　So Lucifer is your brother??

　“Yeah,” he said exasperatedly, “He’s always on our asses about something or other. He’s got a soft spot for his hound, Cerberus, though.”

　Isn’t Cerberus a three-headed dog in Greek mythology?

　“Pffft. No. Who told you that?”

　Books and school.

　“Human schools are weird.” He sat back, leaning on his hands. “Well, school is just weird in general. I’d rather be out spending time with my Goldie,” he said wistfully.

　Who’s Goldie?

　“She’s my one true love. My beloved credit card!” He clasped his hands together. You stared at him with a deadpan expressionー moreso than what you’d already been looking like. He didn’t notice, though.

　“Luci stole her away, though,” he declared ruefully, “and has yet to give her back!”

　Why’d he take it?

　“I may have borrowed money from my brothers and have yet to return it…”

　You two conversed until school ended.

[greypetrel]

13 for aisling and radha for the codex asks :3

Hullo! :3 Thank you so much for asking!

Tis the prompt list

13. something written about your OC in the two years between defeating Corypheus and the beginning of Trespasser

Radha:

*a report sent to Skyhold from the Free Marches. It was encrypted, but after Charter translates it back from the code, it reads like this:*

My Lady Inquisitor,

I wouldn't dare to bother you, but I think you may have wanted to know this with the utmost importance.

We had been visited by an elf, I couldn't say whether Dalish or not. Her face doesn't bear any markings, even if she dressed in Dalish fashion and is keen on lore. She showed up and presented some documents signed by you.

I do not know what to think of it: she started requestiong funds and provisions to enter the Temple you discover some years ago. She asked for men to patrol its borders, and insisted quite a lot when we told her no. The place is haunted, your Worship, the men don't want to stay there more than the strict necessary, but the elf insisted.

She had a paper telling us she acted in your name, and so we had no chance but to obey. I now doubt she was really associated with you. She stayed three days in the Temple, and then greeted us and disappeared, as abruptly as she had come, and told us to keep patrolling the building.

No one has any idea what she did all that time alone in the ruins, but I doubt you would want to take men away from the garrison to guard an empty elven ruin: I suspect a thief and some clever forgery, and as instructed, wrote to tell you back.

I'm not risking my men like so before having a word from you directly.

With respect, Lieutenant Orwell

Aisling:

*a note, written in an elegant cursive, a droplet of dried wax in a corner*

Aisling, These are the letters I received from the Comte in Sylbois regarding our last intrusion to bring supplies directly to the villages. Please read them and help me find an answer. I know it was effective and we cut time and losses and the people are happier… But I can only do this much damage control, and we need the nobility, as much as you don’t like it. Please. Josie

*another note follows, it smells like horse and the cursive is slanted and rushed, letters very similar together. A classic doctor calligraphy, hard to read for a person who isn’t used to it.*

Josie, I am sorry I’m making this complicated for you. But the drought and the war left those villagers with little to no food. I wrote him and send the letter when the supplies left, notifying him of what was going on, apologizing and included a . If his memory is so short that he can forget about it, it’s not my fault. The money is listed in my personal expenses as proof. I know we need the aristocracy, but not at the cost of sacrificing people if he can’t do his job. Sorry, I slept little this night, I shouldn’t be so brisk. I’ll answer him myself, ask Charter to help me and form a letter that will prevent further complaints. As much as I hate the Game, it’s useful in these situations. Tea later? The cook baked beignets. A hug, Aisling

*a third note, in the same handwriting of the first one*

Aisling, I know the situation is dire… But please, next time can I ask you to tell the couriers to wait for the Comte’s permission before entering the town? Ask Charter for those secrets beforehand, relying on their good hearts and fixing it afterward may be worse. Use the Game to your advantage, sooner rather than later. It’s nice that after years, you’re still making these mistakes. In the nicest possible way. Tea and beignets sounds fantastic, honestly, this treaty with Orzammar is really drying my patience up and I need something sweet. Can we correct the tea with some of that Dalish brew you brought from Wycome? I may even forgive you for making me work overtime with De Fourier. :) Josie

*a fourth note, in the ugly calligraphy. There’s a doodle of an animal, but it’s difficult to distinguish which animal is it. It’s roundish, it has a tail, and ears, and a big smile under a triangular nose.*

Josie, The Game is stupid. A lot of circumvoluted things to get to the same end result. Bah. Can I ask you to proof-read my letter? I am afraid I wrote something wrong. It’s brief, I swear, I’ll also bring you some extra candies for your troubles. And the grappa, of course, now I needed it too. Your office or my room? A.

*Another note, in an elegant calligraphy.*

A. Of course I’ll re-read it! I’m here for that. What a cute kitten, it’s really lovely! Your room, if I stay here I’ll never stop. An hour from now is good? J.

*The last but one note has another doodle. The Inquisitor’s own head, a circle, with triangular ears, line hair and a sad expression, with tears.*

J. An hour is perfect. And you don’t have to read that letter if you don’t want to! It’s also my job to write it, I’m fine. And that’s a dormouse. :( A.

*The last note has a doodle too. It's done better, it's stylized, but you can see it's a pair of dormouses curled together and smiling.*

A. I do want to proof-read that letter, I wouldn't have said I would otherwise. Really, it's no bother! I'm sorry! I was too distracted, now that you mention it you're right, it's clearly a dormouse. Dormouses are so cute, aren't they? Can we take a nap like them after the tea? J.

[nyxs-sins]

Im shameless so i have anon off lmao

May I request Headcanons for Obey Me! Brothers with a (gn) MC who can draw and always carries around pen and papers of any kind, or sketchbooks, and when theyre not busy, they just curl up next to them and doodle. And when they dont have pen or paper on hand and are getting the urge to draw they start to fidget with their hands, drawing figures onto their thigh and such. How would the brothers react to this quirk? Sorry for the long ask ^^

Nyx: Don’t worry about the length of the ask! I’m just sorry it took me so long to get it out! But I’m back to writing (hopefully), so I’ll be updating again!

MC Draws & Fidgets Often

Lucifer

Honestly?

He doesn’t notice at first.

He’s too busy with everything else, at the beginning at least.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s still a busy demon, but once he actually starts paying attention to you…

He find your little quirk cute.

And he loves to sneak glances at your drawings.

Not that you’ll ever notice.

However, he does get annoyed when you don’t have paper to draw on.

Because then you’re tracing figures on everything else.

You lap.

His desk.

His back.

Now he knows why you always have paper and pens/pencils with you.

You can’t seem to keep still.

So he starts carrying a small pad of paper and a pencil with him.

Just in case you forget yours.

And when you do, he’s there to give you the backup set.

Of course he keeps it when you’re done in case this happens again.

So be mindful of what you draw. 😉

Mammon

He gets it.

Mammon gets not being able to sit still.

And he doesn’t mind you drawing shapes on his chest when you two are relaxing together.

But he doesn’t like the sad face you make when you realize you’ve forgotten your notepad and pencil.

Once he took you to an art store to buy you one…

That was a mistake.

He honestly thought he was going to walk out with the entire store.

Thankfully he didn’t, but still.

After that he bought you a drawing app on your phone and a little pen for it,

It’s not the best to draw on but you only use it when you forget your notebook.

Leviathan

Levi never leaves his room, so if you forgot your notebook, you can always just run back and grab it.

Okay, but let’s pretend you actually got him out of the house and you forgot your notebook, now what?

Well, Levi doesn’t exactly have a clue what to do, but the moment you start drawing on him, he knows he has to do something.

Poor boy’s heart can’t take it.

So he steers you to the closest dollar shop and gets you a pocket notebook and pen.

All while trying to keep blood from rushing to his head.

He stumbles so much, when he tries to hand money to the cashier, he ends up dumping it all out.

He doesn’t even wait for change, he just bolts at that point.

Satan

You, my friend, are in luck if Satan is around.

No one can tell me that this man doesn’t have a book with him at all times.

Or a notebook.

Or a pencil.

Or a spare erasure.

Knowledge is power, and he is going to be writing that power down.

Though he won’t let you use his notebook. 🙄

But he will buy a spare to keep on him and let you borrow in case you forget yours.

Though he doesn’t mind you tracing shapes on his arm as you sit in his lap and he reads to you.

Asmodeus

Man will purposefully hide your notebooks so you have no choice but to draw figures on him.

They all come back within a week or so.

Or whenever you truly get upset.

But in the meantime…

He wants you to be drawing on him.

And why wouldn’t he?

He loves you being close, and this just brings you closer!

Beelzebub

He doesn’t understand why you fidget so much until you explain it to him.

And then he’s like: 🤯

It all makes sense now.

So he gives you the ketchup he was about to use.

At first you were confused, but now it’s become a habit.

Even if you have your notebook on you, Beel will give you food to make art out of.

It’s so hard not to eat it while you make it, but he brings extra snacks.

And the happy face you make when you’re done is always worth it.

You two even started a channel of you making art with food and then him eating it.

Surprisingly, Asmo is one of your biggest fans.

And more terrifying, so is Solomon…

Belphegor

He was wondering who was drawing shapes on his back as he slept.

Though he doesn’t understand why you didn’t just run and get your notebook.

…

No he’s not going to admit the fault is his for falling asleep on your lap.

You should have known better than to be in his arms reach if you didn’t want to be slept on.

He doesn’t mind it though, he actually finds it quite comforting.

So, being the little shit he is, he’ll make sure to trap you more often when you are without your notebook.

[obeythedemons]

His Office [Obey Me! Headcanons]

I got my own cubicle today with my promotion. I may or may not have bought cat-themed office supplies. They’re not masculine in any way, but they’re cute and I play Obey Me! do you think I’m worried about my masculinity and also I don’t care for gender norms

Obey Me! Masterlist

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Lucifer

Everything has its place

If something is moved even a centimeter he’ll know

Both as a way to ensure Mammon doesn’t steal something, but also to ensure he’s as efficient as possible when it comes to his work

Splurged on some very nice pens that write smoothly and doesn’t smudge

Everything is clean, he has a hand vacuum that he uses every day on his desk

Has a very high-end computer - he cannot deal with IT issues, not today

Mammon

Paperwork is everywhere

Not because he gets a lot, he just refuses to ever do it and it piles up

Has no idea where anything in his office is

Has a framed picture of Goldie on his desk

That picture changes to MC after a couple of days of knowing them

After that picture changes to MC, he starts to actually do his work and the pile of paperwork decreases and becomes more organized

Leviathan

Anime stationery, especially Ruri-chan themed!

Brings in a gamer chair to be his office chair, otherwise, he’s not comfortable

Has a bunch of sticky notes around his desk with anime doodles from when he’s in a meeting

Got rid of the phone to his office, if people want to talk to him they can IM him or email him

Set up RGB lights for his office and uses that as a light source

His desktop is whatever anime or video game he's obsessed with

Satan

Has binders that are clearly labeled and organized - he likes to read their contents when he's bored

Also has a binder that has whatever book he's reading in it - that way he can read and look like he's working

Knows everyone that works there, so he knows exactly who to contact when a problem comes up - meaning his workload is minimal

Also keeps a chair in his office for anyone that wants to visit with him

His desktop changes every five minutes to a new picture of a cat - it seems to never repeat itself

Asmodeus

Rose gold décor everywhere

Has a couple of mirrors in his office so he can look at himself when he's bored or fix his appearance

Has a cup for pens and a cup for makeup brushes

In fact, his desk has more beauty products than actual office supplies

Is the perfect person to go to if they need a breath mint, some lotion, chocolate, or menstrual hygiene product

Beelzebub

His desk is filled with snacks and like two pens

Has a minifridge under his desk for cold snacks and drinks

There are crumbs everywhere - Lucifer comes in once a week to clean up for him, but it's still not enough

There's a trophy he won for playing Fangol on a corner, it's not front and center

What's front and center are pictures of his family and MC, he got a digital frame so he can have a lot of photos of them

Belphegor

Has a blanket hanging off the back of his chair

His chair also has a cushion on it so he can sit on it and be comfortable - also uses it as a pillow for his desk

Has wrist supports for his keyboard and mouse - they're squishy

Has an essential oil diffuser where he regularly uses lavender

Uses a single lamp for light, but usually keeps it off so he can sleep

Diavolo

Has a very large desk, it's ridiculously large and he only uses a small portion of it

Though, what he doesn't use starts to fill up with knickknacks from the human realm after he meets MC - he likes to show MC them to try and make them laugh or smile

Keeps personal items to a minimum, he doesn't want business rivals to visit his office and try to blackmail him

He does have a couple of chairs for when people visit him - he likes it when it's just to visit and not for a business meeting

Tries to not be in his office too much, he'd rather go to other peoples' offices and see what they're up to

Barbatos

Has an electric tea kettle on his desk with a couple of mugs

One of his drawers is completely filled with different teas

The drawer below that has snacks that pair perfectly with the different teas

The top of his desk is completely clean and organized - has little to no paperwork as he completes it faster than anyone else

Is usually away from his office to meet with Diavolo

His desktop background is rarely seen as he always locks his computer when someone enters or when he leaves - it's a picture of Lord Diavolo, MC, and himself

Simeon

Has the oldest computer that he doesn't know how to work - he wouldn't know how to work a new one on either

Does all of his work on paper - much to the annoyance of some of his co-workers

Has so many binders, folders, and notebooks on his desk - they're unlabeled, but he knows exactly what is in each of them

He uses a Rolodex - no one knows where he found it or that they even made them anymore

Is the person people go to to rant about their job while he patiently listens and offers the best advice

Solomon

His office is off in a weird corner that people didn't know existed until they had to go find him

He looks young, but it seems like he knows everything that has ever happened in the office - that should be impossible

Has all of the old, archive documents that seem to be irrelevant and should be tossed

He has his own microwave in his office after the incident in the communal area

Has polaroid photos of Simeon, Luke, MC, and himself posted along a wall

Luke

People walk into his office and then back out thinking they have the wrong spot - who brought this child here? He works here? Is this legal?

Has a lot of HR forms at the ready that show he does work there!

Still not sure if it's legal

Is always bringing in baked goods for the whole office to try - is always nervous when Barbatos tries his baked good, but lights up when Barbatos praises him

Has a cushion on his chair to help him reach his computer, his legs dangle off the edge

Is in charge of converting Simeon's forms to a digital format

[trixabke]

hihi! may i ask for a haikyuu matchup (both romantic and platonic)? i noticed that your matchups are still open for request and it just piqued my interest.

im a girl and an east asian, i have red-brown hair, black round eyes, a button nose, and round thin lips. im 5’1 and i have no idea what my body shape is (sometimes im an hourglass but sometimes im literally round).

for my personality, my mbti type is intp, i have a love hate relationship with doing homework, i have social anxiety to the point where i unconsciously answer people with a nod, shake or shrug, i love my friends but i find it hard to show affection, i get tired easily after hanging out for a few hours (my social battery just flies out the window), im most comfortable when im at home with family which results in me being ridiculously loud, i love procrastinating but i always get my work done before deadlines, i somehow have good grades too.

my pronouns are she/her and he/him. im not very much in favour of they/them but i don’t mind if people use that set of pronouns on me. im unlabeled but i don’t mind dating any gender at all (female, male, non binary, agender etc). im very confused as in real life i tend to prefer women more than men but in the fictional world i prefer men. but overall i really don’t mind what gender they are.

my hobbies are doodling, reading wattpad, ao3 and tumblr LOL, occasionally playing video games. my interests are maths (certain topics), obey me! (the game), saiki k, food wars, mob psycho 100. im a taurus sun, rising aries, sag moon.

im a very difficult person to love as the qualities i look for in a partner is someone who can make me feel wanted (unfortunately i have trust and abandonment issues). i get jealous quite often so i might need them to constantly reassure me. if they don’t do so i might resent them in a way after some time. i don’t have anything specific but i just want someone loyal and caring (not boring too). my love language (giving) is acts of service, physical touch, communication and quality time whereas my preferred receiving love language is quality time, words of affirmation, physical touch, communication, expression of affection and love.

i don’t have any particular aesthetic i like as they all are very pleasing to me but i do like things that are more colourful and vibrant.

HIII

(I'm finally doing the excess amount of matchups I have smh)

I have a lot of matchups in my drafts so I'm really sorry but I didn't do a hc for the friendship, I hope that's ok :) (i made the rest kinda long tho,,, oops)

(romantic)

I match you with….

KENMA

honestly idek how you guys met

like the stars just summoned you to know each other

but in reality, it was probably you seeing a photo of him on one of your friend's phones

kenma saw you on kuroos phone (ur friends with one of kuroos friends whos friends with kenma)

then dun dun dunnnn

nothing happened

because you both have social anxiety and won't talk to the other one or bring it up to anyone (out of fear of having ur friend out you)

so like.... slow slow slow slow slow slow slow slow slow burn

finally, ur friend sees u like looking at him in EVERY photo he is in

GETS THE MFING MEMO

reaches out to kuroo and gets kenmas number

subtly slides it into you and says it's their coworker and they left something at work and asks u to text him

and kenma is like ?? tf I don't work with them

so obvi ur embarrassed but kuroo screams at kenma and makes him slightly carry the conversation

u guys eventually meet up in private (private by FORCE)

kuroo playing matchmaker fr fr

ur friend, kuroo, kenma, and u go to see a movie and ur friend and kuroo shove u and kenma next to each other

they tried to be subtle, its not subtle

kuroo and ur friend go to get gas in one car? leaving kenmas car at the theatre (WAS NOT PLANNED!!!! - kuroo)

id imagine it being late-ish and u and kenma sitting on a wooden slotted bench kinda awkwardly sitting there kicking ur legs

with the occasional conversation about the movie or how it was a bit chilly outside

eventually, you realize kuroo isn't coming back and your friend didn't just go get gas

n eventually you scoot closer and the night ends with ur head on his shoulder

the once awkward silence has melted into a comfortable one

this probably wasn't the first time you two have ended up ditched by the others

u both spilled u liked each other?? but before anyone asked you both had to be extremely sure u liked each other

once u ended-up dating I'd imagine it to be a really sweet relationship

like it's evident u both care about each other a lot

he would send a lot of really sweet messages and compliment the little things about you

like oddly specific things (ex; "I love the way your smile is a little crooked and how your eyebrows crinkle when your focusing) like VERY SPECIFIC

ur always getting "I had fun w u td :)" texts

u both get each other on like a social battery level and have a mutual understanding of a social battery running low pretty quick

both of u being intps adds another layer of understanding, especially in fights since you both process the same way

he honestly likes that ur jealous..?

like lets be honest he's bitchless so you don't have that much to be jealous of and he finds it attractive when you are (but won't do it on purpose and always comforts you when u need it)

he likes that you play video games and will try all the one you play and he also wants to show you what he plays

a lot of comfortable silence in your relationship

an understanding that when you're with each other sometimes that is enough

u definitely bring out his softer side but its not all soft with him

he can also be a cunt (in a loving way but not rlly but also yes)

you'll never have a boring conversation with him

(literally cut to the one manga panel of him telling hinata if he gets boring he'll drop him)

overall a really sweet, understanding, sustainable relationship

as always if you see any spelling errors no you didn't I hope you liked this, I'm sorry it took me forever to respond to the asks, I lacked motivation- I feel like this ran long but I had a lot to say >:)

don't forget to get some water and eat and treat urself with kindness <33

[demonicheadcanons]

Obey Me Undateables / Side Dishes and Little Affections

AN: The last post for the brothers was ridiculously popular and this was requested so! Here we go. Just little ways the undateables are affectionate to the MC. Romance-coded but not for Luke bc he’s baby. I did this on mobile so forgive me for any formatting issues, and for the lack of a read more!

As you may have seen, I struggled a lot with Solomon because I really view him as being indifferent. I’m sorry if his is a little underwhelming! I also wrote this differently from the last one because I forgot how I formatted it, sorry ;u;

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Diavolo

- He’s busy all the time. Like truly, this man rarely gets a break, and even when he does, his mind is still tick-tick-ticking away. Crawl into his lap and hold his face in your hands and he’ll finally relax, you can see the clouds clear away from his eyes. He kisses your forehead and holds your face in return, shining again. It only takes a few moments for him to settle completely, to shut off all his worries.

- He really just,,, likes to pick you up? So long as you’re not absolutely terrified he’ll completely randomly walk up to you and lift you up and carry you around with him or just hold you there. Bonus points if you wrap your arms around his shoulders and / or bury your face into his neck. Extra bonus points if you kiss or nuzzle against his cheek. His grin is so wide and bright it could light up the whole Devildom. Additionally, if you run and jump at him he will drop everything to catch you, no matter what. He has not and will never fail to catch you, and it makes him laugh so hard you can feel it in the way his arms and chest shake as he holds you.

- He likes to lay down beside you and link pinkies. It’s so soft, such a delicate little thing, and yet you trust him enough to let him do that. The minimal contact makes it feel even more special to him, there’s no pressure there. You’re close and he has a reminder of your presence beside him and it’s enough, it’s enough.

- With Diavolo, if you decide to teach him cute human things, you might regret it later, because he remembers them all. You put your palm out once, telling him that he’s supposed to rest his chin there, and from then on he’ll do it immediately. He will also expect you to do it too, and his timing is completely random. You’ll be talking to Barbatos and he’ll hold his hand out and wait for you to rest your chin in it. When you do, he pokes at your cheek with his thumb and walks off again.

- Please play cute games with him. Farming games like Stardew Valley or things like Terraria and Minecraft, or the Sims, or anything like that. He also doesn’t mind matches on more competitive games, but he likes to relax and make a house or a farm with you, and his reactions to everything is adorable; you two make Sims and he cheers when they get married, and even if they’re not representing you two and are just random Sims, he jokes about how you should do that too someday. He’s amazing at games that are strategy based, but prefers to play anything else so he can relax and not think for a while.

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Barbatos

- Random tickles. It’s completely unexpected and he is very sneaky - the first few times it’ll catch you heavily off guard, and even after that it’s hard to predict when you’ll feel his gloved hands brush against your sides. He’s an expert at guessing where someone is ticklish, and abuses that power when alone with the people he loves (namely you!)

- Food fights but on a small scale. He’ll walk past you in the kitchen and brush flour across your face, disguising it as him simply being affectionate as he passes by, a reminder that he cares about you and is thinking about you even as he works. His movements are graceful and confident as always, to the point where it’s actually quite hard to even realise what he’s done. He will consider telling you before you leave the kitchen. He really will consider it.

- Similarly, if his hands are wet, just before drying them off he’ll flick water in your direction and then act like he has no idea what you’re talking about when you ask if he just did that. Really, MC, why would he do that? He’s been so busy cooking, and you’re accusing him of doing something so childish?

- He quite likes just, holding you up and carrying you around but in a different way to Diavolo. Instead of Princess carries, it’s more like if you jump onto someone and wrap your legs around their waist and your arms around their shoulders? He loves carrying you around like that. Cling onto him! He’s not fond of having you cling to his back, but his sides or front is fine.

- Barbatos tends to keep an eye on you and it’s really hard to tell, but if you’re in the same room as him he’s keeping tabs on what you’re doing. You could swear he has eyes on the back of his head, because he always seems to know what you’re up to. In reality, he really just likes seeing how you look when you’re focused, or, alternatively, when you’re completely zoned out and off in space, thinking of something completely random and irrelevant to the current situation. He’ll come up and tap your forehead and smile at you when it looks like you’re back in the room again.

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Solomon

- Solomon isn’t super affectionate and he’s not really an acts of kindness kind of guy. The most important thing for him is proximity; he doesn’t need you pressed up against his side all the time, but he likes having you in the same room as him as often as possible. You spend your evenings in his room in Purgatory Hall, laying or his bed or working at his desk, as he busies away with some new spell or writes down results of experiments with different potion ingredients. He doesn’t bother thinking too hard about it and just accepts it, but the reality is that it’s very calming and comforting for him. He’s also not someone who worries much about being judged or anything, so regularly having another person around doesn’t bother him.

- He asks for your input a lot. Simply put, he wants to hear you talk, and he’d love to know what makes you tick and how your brain works. “What do you think of this?” “How do you think Satan would react if...” and so on. So many ‘what if’ questions that it might make your head spin, because he’s always playing a game in his head of ‘what would happen if...’ despite rarely following through with it outside of experimenting with his magic and potions, and he wants to involve you in it too.

- Solomon doesn’t mind holding hands, and likes to play silly games when you are. Things like having thumb wars, or he’ll tangle his fingers up with yours and watch, amused, as you try and fail to pull your hand from his grip. Afterwards he’ll hold your hand with both of his and run his fingers and thumbs over it to soothe you. He also likes to just rest his hand on top of yours when you’re sitting beside each other.

- He’s going to try to be affectionate if it’s something you seem to want, and just out of curiosity. The one thing that sticks is that, if you’re cooking for him (because he’s not allowed to) he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and hug you from behind, his chin in your shoulder as he watches whatever you’re doing. He’ll blow air at the side of your face or at your fringe / bangs if you have them, so long as you’re not doing anything too dangerous and aren’t at risk of getting seriously injured.

- Bonus: If Solomon calls you and says “try this” or “drink some of this” don’t do it. Or at the very least, ask about any possible effects first. Moreso for food than for potions; he’ll find a way to reverse the potion, but the memory of eating his food will be stuck with you forever.

- Bonus bonus: Solomon loves giving you squishy hugs but he will squeeze you too tight and he will laugh even if he feels your spin click against his arms as you yelp. He won’t hurt you, but he will squeeze you hard enough that breathing will be difficult for a moment. You can tell from his smirk that he doesn’t feel guilty at all.

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Simeon

- Simeon likes having you play with his hair. The way you twirl strands of hair between your fingers and try and fail to make a mess of his soft locks, which always return to their place no matter how hard you try to stop them. Bonus points for innocently wandering fingers that brush down the sides of his face, thumbs and fingers that ever so lightly brush along his cheekbones or around and under his jaw. He relaxes into your touch, eyes fluttering closed before he opens them just enough to smile at you, silent but oh so visibly delighted.

- If he knows it won’t make you sick and it’ll wipe off, he actually quite likes to draw on your hands and arms. He’ll let you do it in return, of course, but simple doodles and patterns, hearts and diamonds and sweet little reminders you’ll see later when you have to wash them off.

- Laying on your stomachs with your sides pressed together on a thin, soft blanket, knees bent and legs swinging in the air as you both read the same book. Simeon always finishes the pages first and so you take charge of just turning the pages, until he mumbles that he had lost focus - he’d been too busy watching your expressions, almost lulled to sleep by listening to your gentle breathing and wondering if you were enjoying the story and what your thoughts on it were, trying to piece it all together without disturbing you.

- You pass him at RAD or out in the Devildom and you don’t necessary stop, but he always waves, and god is it impossible to ignore how he lights up. His eyes gleam and he looks so, so happy just to see you and be reminded of your existence and if you’ve been unsure before about how truthful he’s being when he says he loves you and adores being around you, that look on his face will erase all your doubts. He’s beautiful and he’s glowing and it’s because he saw you!

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Luke

- It’s an obvious one but baking together! Making cakes and decorating them. Letting stress out as you knead bread, experimenting with making different types of pastries. One time you make a batch of cupcakes and decorate them to look like dogs and he feels really sad when people eat them but he’s proud all the same, and he likes that he gets to feel proud around you.

- He acts like he’s indifferent, but he quite likes when you call him your brother. If you call him your little brother, he’ll protest because he’s hundreds of years older than you in reality, but he allows it after a while. So long as he can call you his big sibling in return, it’s worth it. If any of the brothers tease him over being the little brother, he remarks that at least you trust him and care for him so much as to call him your brother. None of them can really respond to that.

- Pat! Him! On! The! Head! Adjust his scarf! Fix his hat! He doesn’t understand why he enjoys it so much, but then Simeon points out that it probably makes him feel cared for, and that’s absolutely it. No teasing works or harsh gestures, just little acts that show you care about him or are thinking about him. It makes him feel so safe and happy.

- He always remembers things on your schedule for you, from little reminders that you might forget about to big important events. The only other person he does that for is Simeon, so it’s really a big deal for him - he shows enough interest to listen to you and remember all the little details you tell him, and then to reach out to you and make sure you remember or just to say he hopes you have a good time. If it’s something stressful, he might not message beforehand, but he’ll show up when it’s over with some treats and act like he just happened to be baking today and had some to spare.

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[moemoemammon]

I love you and your amazing writing!! The way you write for the obey me characters is something I love and adore. Your writing style and the things you choose to write for never fail to make me laugh or question my sanity or make me blush furiously. The fun ways you decide to interact with us through memes or sending us to horny/gremlin jail are often the funniest things I see that day. You’re really one of my favorite blogs to go to. Even if it’s just you posting saying your hungry I love to see and interact with you. I know I don’t speak for myself when I say I adore your doodles your drawings and your ocs. Seeing you threaten us when we call you pretty boy or cheese boy make me feel so silly. It’s like all of us are fighting with an older sibling. Don’t forget that all of us gremlins love you. Even when we decide to call you cheese boy or tease you about loving mammon and levi. Not even mentioning your choose your own adventure! Your big brain had an epiphany and all of us love it. Even though some gremlins in our enclosure may choose something we don’t agree with I still love to watch and interact with how you go through with it. Thank you so much for choosing to write and draw and interact with us. I know it’s your choice but I can’t help but appreciate you for it. Have a great day big bro daikon! <3 <3 <3

I d,.,..,, I don't even know how to respond I'm just so fukgigk,.,.,,, my heart's like......,,...,....

But you guys don't have to worry abt me. When it comes to anon hate, I promise it doesn't bother me at all. I read the shit out loud to my friends and we laugh because??? Who just gets mad about obey me headcanons lmao???

I don't care about the opinions of people I've never met irl. I've eaten a chicken sandwich in a public restroom do you think anon hate will faze me

[sukiglycerin]

birds (not) of a feather || keigo takami.

* pairing: hawks x fem pro-hero!reader

* genre: canonverse(???), terribly indulgent smut, pwp, enemies w benefits

* words: 3,111

* warnings: i just packed a shitload of kinks into this, dom!hawks, sub!reader, daddy kink, dirty talk, semi-public sex (a bathroom), quirk play aka feather play (not tickling), reader is kiNda a brat, fingering, orgasm denial, cum eating, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pls.,., wrap it before you tap it irl), degradation, breeding kink, humiliation, dumbification, creampie, aftercare (duh), i’m so sorry for this i’ll finish my sfw angst thing now

* a/n: inspired by this text post... oh god, this is filthy. apologies for the slightly late update, but here it finally is!! @toishi is an absolute angel for proofreading this at like 1 in the morning. i hope you enjoy this! if you liked this, feel free to request anything you’d like to see from me <3

there was something about hawks that was infuriating. you couldn't tell exactly what was the breaking point; his messy hair, his plush smirk, or his eyes. his eyes, typically glazed over with a mixture of cockiness and devil-may-care hawtiness, were perhaps the most charming part to him, if you asked any fangirl. the markings around them only made him prettier, but infuriatingly so; and when you put together the entire package of 'hawks,' you got an extremely punchable person. 

yet sometimes, during extremely rare instances - perhaps when the light hits him just right or when one of his feathers is placed just perfectly - the word 'punchable' is replaced with 'fuckable.' and when you say fuckable, you mean him fucking you. it only aggravates you more.

you can't recall exactly when you started hating him or exactly when you became fuckbuddies (well, more like fuckenemies), but what you can recall is that the closets at hawks' agency are unreasonably large. not that they can't be used to your advantage, on multiple occasions (especially when hawks ruts). you're sitting next to hawks as some entrepreneur attempts to sell his ideas to market heroes and gain more profit. none of the pro-heroes sitting in the room seem particularly engaged. you're practically falling asleep; hawks' doodles on your notepad keeping you awake. you can't exactly complain, though the doodles take up space on an otherwise blank page, it's entertaining. you're far past gone being alert, however; your eyelids droop one last time before you see an oddly phallic shaped doodle behind your eyelashes. goddamn hawks.

"really?" you hiss at him, pushing his hand away.

he shrugged, lazily smiling. "you like it."

"like what? lewd imagery in my work notepad?"

"no." his voice drops an octave, fatally gravelly, "my cock."

you flush at his obscene language. "don't-" you whisper, but you're cut off by hawks' muffled giggles as he points to another one of his doodles. a rooster. you purse your lips. ever-so immature, hawks.

"yeah, but i bet you like the first one a lot more, don'tcha, chickadee?" his pet name has your brain stuttering. "you like my cock so much, hm?"

"fuck you, hawks," you breathe.

"you can try, feather." his voice is dripping with cockiness. "i bet, even in professional times like these, you think about my cock. in business meetings, you look so professional, so serious, but little does everyone know - you're dreaming about my cock stretching your tight little cunt out, making you scream my goddamn name. i bet you salivate just thinking about my cock fucking you good, hm? isn't that right, chickadee?"

you huff, not meeting his eyes as you search for a witty comeback. your silence gives hawks' ego a boost; he smirks wider.

"you know it's true, huh?" he purrs. "you think of me wherever you go. in public, filing paperwork, when you touch yourself in bed... you just like it so much, you're my slut. who knew the nation's favorite pro-hero would drop to her knees to the sight of anyone's cock?"

"yeah, i touch myself whenever i think of you," you mutter saltily under your breath. you ignore the growing arousal in your panties at his provocative words. hawks goes quiet, eyes wide.

"more specifically, i rub my temples because i get a headache because you're so damn awful."

"well fuck, dove," he chuckles. he leans in close to your ear. "maybe i'll give you something to think about."

a shiver curls itself down your spine. "hawks-"

he hushes you, jotting something in your notepad. he excuses himself from the room, leaving a feather laying on his seat in place of him. you read the note. "women's bathroom, down the hall to the left. no one uses it."

a pump of adrenaline fills you; your heart skips a beat.

once you slip out, your heart plays a game of jump rope, the rhythm filling your ears. down the hall, to the left... you wonder what hawks has in store for you. your brain recreates images of past escapades you engaged in with the man; a quickie in his office, another in an alley, and once, him fucking you just before a meeting. your panties grow damper, unable to mask the anticipation you feel within yourself.

"hi, sweetpea," hawks cooes as soon as you enter the restroom. "fancy seeing you here."

"you invited-"

"hush, i didn't give you permission to speak, did i?" he snaps. "good girls who behave are rewarded."

a whimper slips out of you, and you nod.

"safeword, birdie?"

"sunflower."

"good girl." he hums. "so obedient, once disciplined... maybe i should do this more. i bet you'd like that... being such a slut when anyone could walk in." "hawks..." you start, but he doesn't have it.

the hero stalks toward you. if eyes could kill, you'd be murdered within seconds; his irises are dark, pupils blown, and a shadow has fallen over his face. he looks predatory like this - truly living up to his name. it's graceful, the self-control he assumes whence walking toward you. 

said self-control is completely abandoned as soon as your bodies meet. you're completely enraptured in his shadow as the man loomed over you, his wings contributing greatly to the effect. he's the predator, and you're the prey. 

his arm separates your neck from the wall, his hand clutching the back of your head. the free hand moves itself to caress your jaw in a strangely gentle manner, while his knee pushes its way in between your legs, making your upper thighs into a home. his hand nudges your head forward towards his, and then you're kissing him with such ferocity it's animalistic. tongues clash and you're no longer sure whose spit is whose; it dribbles down your chin the way blood drips from the thirsty lips of a vampire.

hawks growls - he actually growls - while he hastily unbuttons your top and slips his tongue into your mouth. you shamelessly grind down against his clothed pant leg, careless that your wetness will leave a stain. 

he pulls away, a string of saliva snapping between you and leaving you two gasping for breath. 

"fuck, fuck, baby bird," hawks wipes his mouth with his sleeve. his lips are swollen, their colour resembling a cherry lollipop with a sheen of gloss. damn, he's pretty. you never realized how good-looking a guy in a suit could be. his eyes are darker than a raven's, and it looks as though he'll devour you whole. 

"come." hawks gestures for you, walking towards the sinks and large mirror above them. as soon as you near a foot from hawks, he grabs you, one hand on your waist and the other on your throat. 

"look at you..." he tsks, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. you're completely disheveled, hair a mess and eyes blown dark. your top is wrinkled slightly, your breasts peaking out through the unbuttoned gap and your skirt pushed up.

"so messy already..." the hand on your waist moves up and squeezes your breast, tweaking a nipple through your bra.

"you just fucking melt for me, like a good whore," he says.

oh, how you hate how easily hawks can win you over.

"fuck you," you scoff half-heartedly. "are you gonna fuck me, or not? we don't have all day."

"won't be a problem, lovebird," he says breezily. "judging by how much you fucking soaked my pant leg, i could have you coming undone without my cock even touching your dirty cunt.

you glance at his thigh, which has a blatant dark spot on it, and feel your heart race in humiliation. you can only stay silent, knowing he's right. the sensation in your core is painfully obvious to you, as if taunting you more.

"obeying now?" he teases, a wicked smile gracing his face. "bend over the counter, sweetpea."

you huff, obliging. hawks deftly moves his fingers, unbuttoning your shirt. you shiver, your hot skin colliding with the cold, unforgiving marble. 

"spread your legs - good, good, like that..." his breath tickles your ear, "you like how the air touches your sopping pussy? how exposed you fucking feel, all spread out for me when anyone could walk in? me, the number 2 pro-hero..." god, he was so cocky it was infuriating.

"shut up," you grumble.

"what?" his voice is sharp, cutting clean through the air. "is that anyway to treat your daddy?"

you fucking hate the title. you hate how hawks harnesses it as his own, how he so personifies the word - how good it fits him, sounding like sugar off his lips.

two of his fingers meet your clothed folds. "answer me, birdie."

"n-no," you squeak out. 

"no, who?" he spits.

"no, daddy." 

you inch your head up to look in the mirror, and hawks is smiling. 

"what to do with you, what to do with you..." he sounds gleeful, sadistic undertones tinting his words with a faded rose red. so pretty, yet so painful. your head goes back down onto the counter, your cheek pressed against it.

"naughty birds deserve punishment, don'tcha think?" 

you can't find it in yourself to form a coherent word; instead, a clumsy moan falls from your lips. hawks' fingers press harder against your cunt; you're sure they've gotten at least a little damp.

compromised in such a position, your senses make you suddenly aware of your surroundings; the way the counter digs into your hips, how the coolness is starting to fade under your body. you're aware of your every breath, the fluttering in your stomach every time hawks presses your clit. you're aware of the inherent eroticism of your acts, and how you don't really hate hawks; no, no, no - how he just infuriates you.

he's the ideal hero, in your eyes - laidback, charming, and yet so skilled at his work. it amazes you. one can only strive to be so multifaceted, and it explains his status as number 2 hero. you work so hard, yet he can achieve all the things you dream in half a heartbeat.

"let's get these out of the way." hawks, hooking a digit into the band of your panties, forces them down in an instant. you instinctively clench at the air which meets your nether lips, your juices leaking out of them like a honeyed nectar.

"so messy," hawks comments. "can't even control yourself without your panties. you like being such a slut for daddy, huh?"

you grumble in protest.

"huh?" his index and ring finger plunge into your pussy, making a loud squelching sound.

"d-daddy," you blurt a moan out, falling apart on his fingers.

"that's more like it, feather." hawks sets a moderate pace on your pussy, curling to hit your sweet spot. the noises from your cunt and mouth fail to cease, and you throw a hand over the latter to muffle your whimpers.

you start to feel a burning sensation rise in your stomach; a toe-curling, warm feeling like sunlight shining in the morning.

"daddy, daddy, hngg- i'm so close."

you're so close to the sunlight, to being showered in the blissful heat. just one more stroke and-

you're suddenly empty, and the light starts to slowly recede.

"daddy!" you complain, shifting your legs and rubbing your thighs together. "bad birds get punishment," he shrugs. "though i must say... you like it when i bend you over the counter, huh? your little pussy is dripping all over it for me, and i've barely touched you... i bet you're getting off to this right now; when anyone could walk in, huh? filthy slut. you're already begging for more... hm, maybe i should make you lick up the mess you've made..."

"d-addy, no, i've taken my punishment, please let me cum..."

hawks sounded indifferent, as if he were merely studying his nails. "beg for it."

"wh-" you clench your hands in your skirt. you do not particularly enjoy begging - for anything or anyone. despite the pulsing in your cunt, and how hard it is not to give in, you don't want to give hawks the satisfaction of winning. "p-psh, didn't really need your cock anyway..." you grumble. you exhale quietly, calming the adrenaline pumping in your blood from the loss of your orgasm.

something in him changes, and a scarlet feather tickles your lips. you're confused; what does hawks want you to do?

"suck."

you exhale in confusion, blowing the feather away. "suck?"

you crane your neck up at the mirror to catch a glimpse of hawks. he looks deadly - there's no other way to put it. his eyes are sharply trained on you, his wings buff and towering over him. you think you see a bulge in his pants, straining for freedom.

"well?" the feather dusts your lips once again, teasing you to trap it in between your lips. your head drops, falling against the counter. you open your mouth, and the tip of the feather rests on your tongue. your lips close around it, and you hesitantly suck. you're not sure what you were expecting; it's a feather, soft and flimsy in your mouth.

you jolt at an indistinct tickling feeling against your clit. you look back, feather hanging out of your mouth, to see hawks leaning back on a stall. he's not within reach to touch you, so...

"hng!" the foreign object presses your clit. the pressure strengthens against your tight bundle of nerves, and you can feel your slick drip out of you even more. a feather; though hawks made the consistency a bit more solid. the feather pushes against your pussy like a seesaw, making you reach for your high. you shut your eyes tight, lost in the feeling and desperate for release. the feather drags up and down your cunt, eliciting lewd noises, while your lips are clamped shut around the feather in your mouth. saliva pools in your mouth the more the feather teases your wet sex, and the familiar build of tension starts in your stomach. you yearn for the heat returned in full, to be so fulfilled in pleasure, and you rut against the feather in an attempt to reach your climax faster. the stimulation is suddenly gone, leaving you crying out.

"look at this," hawks sneers. a single, wet feather, dripping in a substance far thicker than water hovers in front of you. "open your mouth."

the feather slips out, and is replaced with a salty tasting one.

the taste of your arousal fills your tongue, and before you're given time to dwell on it, you feel warmth pressing against the back of your thighs. there's a clanking of metal, a shuffle of fabric, and you feel the tip of hawks' cock pressing against you.

"look at you, baby, so desperate for a fuckin' feather," he rasps in your ear. "should i show you how much better my cock is? hmm?"

you nod dumbly, the feather bobbing with you. 

"fuck," he groans, pushing himself into your depths. "so wet, so- slick- goddamn baby bird, you like it when i stuff you full of this cock?"

you hum a noise against the feather in your mouth, agreeing. he slipped into your pussy smoothly, lubricated by the abundance of your slick. once in, snuggled in deep, something in the man's composure snaps; he thrusts mercilessly, pounding deep in you. his fingers hold your hips, bruising them, you're sure - and the pain is sweet, a sick lolly against your tongue. 

"fuck, fuck, daddy's gonna fuck his babies into you, betcha'd like that, huh?"  you can't articulate your words properly with the feather in your mouth, but you attempt to agree. he doesn't care, continuing with his degradation.

"you're gonna give me my chicks, huh? be my bitch," he pants heavily. god, you can just imagine how he looks; hair falling onto his sweat-matted forehead, his eyes completely lascivious. a wanton moan spills from your mouth, and the feather falls, but hawks doesn't make notice of this. he continues to slam into you, pace unforgiving, burying himself to the hilt inside of you. squelching noises fill the bathroom, echoing off the walls.

you can only moan and clench around him unintelligently. 

"look at you... all fuckin' stupid and obedient, all for daddy, hm? so willing to let daddy use you as a cumdump, daddy's personal- fucking- cumslut- but you like that, huh? your pretty pussy's clenching around me. you like being talked down to, don'tcha? such a dirty slut. look at that, you're drooling."

two of hawks' fingers shove themselves into your mouth, and you salivate around them. it's messy, you know, and spit trails down your chin.

"look at me, chickadee," he commands. you crane your neck to look at him, eyes wide. "fuck, so slutty," he grunts. "you really like this, don't you? fuck- exposing your fucking cunt to every guy, huh? being used as nothing but a filthy fucktoy?"

you shake your head rapidly in disagreement, cheeks heating up. 

"no?" he chuckles darkly. "just my fucktoy, then?"

you reluctantly nod. 

"my stupid lil baby... so pretty with daddy's fingers shoved in her mouth..." he coos, and a surprising, fuzzy feeling emerges from the praise.

his unoccupied hand reaches down in between your thighs to stimulate your clit, rubbing fast circles against the bud. warmth pools and ties a knot in your stomach. the sugared indulgence of release that you'd so craved comes into view; the knot tightening and tightening and you feel fit to burst.

"c-cum for me, baby bird, cum for me, y/n," he stutters, making a guttural sound in the back of his throat. the fingers in your mouth pull out, falling onto your hips. the tight knot bursts into violent fireworks of ecstasy; your cunt gushes around hawks' cock, convulsing madly. the pleasure shatters you, and everything becomes a haze. you go limp against the counter, thighs shaking. you're not sure how much time has passed - hawks had been fucking you through orgasm, and, at one point, came as well.

"hey, feather," he whispers gently to you. "you did so well for me..." he strokes your back, making a plethora of calming coos and humming sounds

"did so well," you mumble. 

"don't worry about anything, dove, i've got it all handled."

your thoughts are all fog, and you allow yourself to lean into hawks. this is one of the rare times you're vulnerable completely to him; at his mercy, after a particularly hard session. rather, it's one of the rare moments that your true feelings are revealed; how your hatred is baseless, built on jealousy and attraction you deny.

not that you'll admit it.

[pastelmilkie-archived]

𝙴𝚑𝚑?!...𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕...!? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎!...♡ ꒱꒱

𓂃⋆｡˚ ⋆ Hey Hey! I’m Mod Koto, but you can also just call me Makoto, any versions of Makoto, or Mys! My pronouns are (They/Fey/Nya/🥛), although I do have more! I use Medibang Paint, Picsart, and Ibispaint X (all mobile) to edit! I’m a minor, and even though this is an editing blog, I also take requests for kins and fictives, so if you would like, keep reading under the cut before requesting from me! ꒱꒱

яυℓєѕ ꒱꒱

⤷ Please be patient with me. I am a human, a human that gets stressed very easily. I may not have the motivation in me to try and edit. ꒱꒱

⤷ if you’re using my edits, I would really appreciate credit, but you don’t have to! Just make sure to like / reblog

⤷ If there are any requests that make me uncomfortable, I will deny them. I don’t have to tell you why I denied your request!!

⤷ please be specific!! Just a character/ship, a colour &/or aesthetic, size, what you want in your edit and what type of edit is fine! It just really helps

⤷ Do not come here trying to start discourse, or trying to troll (you’re not funny, promise)

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⤷ Do not try and claim my edits as your own. That’s just rude man. That means no reposts. If you do repost for god knows what reason, I expect credit and a link to my blog.

⤷ Don’t request for anything that’s on my blacklist/fall into the list of my triggers

⤷ Feel free time ask what’s in my inbox, if your request went through! Tumblr isn’t a very stable site so I don’t mind!

ֆօʊʀƈɛֆ ꒱꒱

Main source Danganronpa ★ (all games)

Minor sources ꒱꒱ Identity V (IDV), Ever After High (EAH), My Little Pony (MLP), Vocaloid, Genshin Impact

Selective sources ꒱꒱ Persona (2 - 5), Splatoon, YTTD, Obey Me, Shall We Date?, Sanrio, Kagerou Project, Ball Jointed Dolls, Owari No Seraph

ƈօռȶɛռȶ ꒱꒱

⤷ manga icons, wallpapers, headers, pride, moodboards, messy moodboards, stimboards, layouts, playlists, fashion boards, DNI banners, name tags, kin analysis / matchup (only danganronpa), doodles (selective)

ɮʟǟƈӄʟɨֆȶ N աɦɨȶɛʟɨֆȶ // ꒱꒱ 𓂃⋆｡˚ ⋆

Pls don’t ask me why smtg is on my blacklist, some of these things are practically triggers at this point, and it’ll probably just upset me and make me softblock you!

𓂃⋆｡˚ ⋆ ɮʟǟƈӄʟɨֆȶ ꒱꒱

Characters ;; Haiji Towa, Teruteru Hanamura, Kaeya (gi), any characters who don’t have much content / transparents

Ships ;; Junko x Anybody, WoH x Anybody, Togofuka (Togami x Fukawa), Incest Ships, Pedophilic ships, Kamukoma (Kamukura x Nagito), most Kamukura ships if I’m being honest,

Aesthetics ;; Traumacore, Gorecore, Yanderecore, Scenecore/Glitchcore, Pastel goth (i luv it sm but I can’t do it), S*xcore, Grungecore, lovecore

𓂃⋆｡˚ ⋆ աɦɨȶɛʟɨֆȶ ꒱꒱

Characters; Makoto Naegi, Toko Fukawa, Chiaki Nanami, Hajime Hinata, Izuru Kamukura, Nagito Komaeda, Barbara (gi), The Travellers (gi), Belphie (om)

Aesthetics; Milkcore/Pastel Milk, Pastel, Softcore (cloudcore, dreamy, angelcore, etc), Dark Academia, Sanrio

Ships: Hinaegi, Kamuegi, Komahina, Komaegi, komahinaegi, Komanami, Kamunami, platonic Naenami, sibling Ounami, Tonaegiri

ɖռɨ ꒱꒱

⤷ You support incest & / or pedophilia, are homophobic, transphobic, MOGAI-phobic, lgbtq-phobic, etc, are a pro-shipper, believe r*pe is okay, believe that men can’t be r*ped, are a TERF / SWERF, Racist, are a troll, or coming here to start discourse, sexist and/or misogynistic, All Lives Matter Supporter, ‘Blue’ Lives Matter Supporter, Trump supporter

identify as a Yandere, Anti-Neopronouns / Xenogenders, Ableist, Anti-kin / faction, You ship Junko with anybody (this is for my own comfort reasons!), believe Animesexual, Heatsexual, Tiktoksexual, Foodsexual, Agefluid, Discordsexual, or Danganronpasexual are valid, NSFW / 18+ blogs / Kink, Exclusionist, Islamphobic, White supremacist, Anti-masker / think covid isn’t real, Participate in Chihiro gender discourse

Support anything / anyone on this list, if you’re on everyone else’s DNI you’re probably on mine as well...Just don’t be a jerk man

ɖɨֆƈօʍʄօʀȶֆ, ȶʀɨɢɢɛʀֆ ռ ֆզʊɨƈӄֆ ꒱꒱

D ꒱꒱ Screaming / Yelling at me, Demanding things of me, Threatening to / Raising a hand at me, Banging / Thumping Noises, Alcohol, Anorexia / Eating Disorders, Kamukoma (Kamukura x Nagito), Junko ships

T ꒱꒱ The word promise (although m fine with saying it myself now!’ N I’m getting better at reading it when it’s typed out by other people!!

S ꒱꒱ Fingernails, wounds n bugs

Well that was a lot, so may I ask for a promo? Thank you thank you !!

@umbra-edits @kotobxki @angelsignal @wuvcrossing @lilacapedia @lilhomeroom-edits @sparkle-edits @plushbunnie @kuzuryuucore @radiaes @pek-pek-editss @kinningharmonycafe @achilles-editz @dangan-nebula-edits @editingmusical @lia-makes-trashy-edits @izuyrus @drip-drop-edits @diceycons @cuibic anybody else who would like to promo!! Thank you !

[yan-twst]

Omg i loveee your Yandere headcanons! May i request some general yandere relationship headcanons for the Vice dorm leaders? Sfw and nsfw for the 3rd year ones(Trey , Lilia and Rook)? ✧\(>o

warning: general yandere content, nsfw under cut (contains dubcon [although it’s not heavily implied nor explored, and it’s never stated that consent was not given, it’s still uh... yan nsfw so it is what it is], mentions of drugs)

trey clover

already written! can be found here: [link]

ruggie bucchi

ruggie is greedy with his darling

it’s just, he rarely gets to have things for himself- he’s so used to having to scrounge up scraps, to hand-me-downs, that finally having something (or someone) that’s entirely his just... drives him a bit nuts

if his darling is weak and docile, ruggie will take on a more dominating role, but if they’re more feisty and confident, ruggie can also be incredibly desperate and almost... meek? male hyenas are naturally submissive in nature; if his darling can activate that natural instinct in him, he’ll melt like putty in their hands

hyenas will break even the bones for sustenance; ruggie has no trouble getting his hands dirty if it’s for his darling, and that’s part of what makes him so terrifying. violence? underhanded methods? please, that’s child’s play for a slum cat like him, really

despite usually being quite careful with his money, ruggie will dote and try to spoil his darling as much as he can. he sees this as the ultimate form of affection- money is hard to come by, so spending it on gifts for his darling... well, that’s gotta be the most romantic thing, right?

as much as he likes to play rough from time to time, he’s also a sucker for spending quiet moments with his darling, especially when he’s tired after work. if his darling acts nice, he’ll be sweet as sugar (with some teasing here and there, of course); make him angry, and they better be ready to have a “little accident” that may leave them bedridden for a few weeks...

jade leech

people are usually less scared of jade than they are of floyd- which really isn’t of much use. jade is equally, if not more sadistic than his twin; he just hides it better. and that’s dangerous

sure, he might not be azul and can’t trick his darling into signing their freedom and life away, but he can still keep them where he wants them. pressing their deepest fears and insecurities out of them isn’t a struggle- and he knows just how to use that info to his favour

jade will be very careful on how he approaches the ordeal of breaking his darling into being perfectly docile and calm at his side. he’ll get them to associate pain and coldness with the outside, and he’ll mark himself as comfort, warmth, everything good.

this isn’t to say he won’t be rough. far from it, really. jade may act like a gentleman, but it’s absolutely clear he finds entertainment in punishing his darling

and yet, he’s there to comfort them the second it’s over: oh, poor thing, they’re crying... did it hurt? oh, it must have, hm? would they like a cold compress? he’d hate for their skin to bruise... perhaps some balms? there, he’ll run a warm bath for them- let him escort them to the bathroom. they wouldn’t be thinking of trying to run away after this, would they?

even if his darling is dead-set on trying to escape and hating him, this is something that he will win no matter what. the mind can be bent and manipulated: and over time, his darling will realize (to their horror), that anxiety begins to build when jade’s away, that they only feel truly safe in his arms...

jamil viper

jamil’s whole life has been giving. give the asim family his services, give his parents the assurance he’d do as he was asked, give kalim the spotlight, give, give, give. so when jamil can finally take, he makes sure that what he wants is truly his

with his unique magic, it’s really no hassle to just take his darling and lock them up wherever with no hassle, but... that’s almost too easy. he knows best that the most satisfying results come after hard work

jamil revels in earning his darling’s trust. oh, so naive, to befriend him so easily. don’t they find it suspicious how he’s usually so abrasive to other people, but so nice to them? do they really think everyone who approaches them has good intentions? 

getting close to his darling also means separating them from others. he has no qualms in using his magic to stir up conflict- how weird, that all of his darling’s friends suddenly had a big fallout that nobody can seem to find the cause of, huh? well, at least he’s still there, right? he’s their only real friend it seems!

he’s fantasized about kalim’s betrayed and crushed face for years when he finally revealed his hatred- of course, that was... a bit ruined, since he overblotted and all. but it’s equally as delicious to see his darling’s horrified and betrayed face once he shows his true colors, once they can’t run away

jamil has no issue in keeping his darling under snake’s whisper for long periods of time. he’s incredibly talented, after all. however, he won’t keep it on always: he does want them to stop trying to escape even when they aren’t under his spell

his ultimate goal is for his darling to obey his every word without him even needing his spell. he does love them, after all: it just feels all that more genuine to receive a kiss from someone not being controlled by magic (even if they’re being driven by fear of punishment)

rook hunt

rook adores romance. he’s read poems about great men falling from their power because of their hearts, of longings so desperate the poets feel like they might really die of yearning- and to finally feel that himself... it’s so intoxicating, really. he understands now, how greedily the heart aches for the one it wants

he’ll take his sweet time. observing, watching his darling from a distance. rook sees beauty in boring, everyday things- his darling’s bedhead, the way they snuggle into pillows at night, how they twirl a pen in their hand when studying, the way they fold their clothes... he watches it all, and falls into obsession a bit more every time

rook might come off as a bit overwhelming at first, when he does approach his darling. he... seems to have very little shame and a lot of interest, but it’s charming, at first. he likes to snatch his darling away on romantic lunches, leaving them poems in their desk: it’s romantic at first. others see it as a very sweet move in rook’s part, even if it freaks his darling out quite a bit just... how much he seems to know about them

it isn’t surprising to anyone, but rook enjoys a good chase. when his darling is finally freaked out enough to try avoiding him and somehow he keeps showing up, when not even locking the doors seems to be enough, when they’re running and crying through a dark forest in some vague hopes of losing him, rook feels more alive than ever

he’ll keep his darling by his side, but he doesn’t mind letting them slip from time to time just to hunt them down. he sees it as fun, even if he might get angry if it’s a bit too much of a common occurrence. he loves his petit lapin, but they better not test him too much, hm?

lilia vanrouge

he’ll be quite playful at first, popping out from the ceiling upside down to scare his darling, telling them stories about baby silver and whatnot. but he’ll also make sure to make himself a reliable figure, someone they can turn to for advice and help

he’s so fun and looks so cute, his darling won’t even realize how he’s sneakily working behind the scenes. slowly isolated from their friends, being fed “advice” that simply drives them into his territory- lilia exells at doing all of this without his beloved even realizing he’s up to something

he’s patient- he’s lived for so long, charming his darling over months is absolutely nothing. before they’ve realized, their only companions are lilia and his trusted diasomnia members; and by then, it’s too late. lilia can snatch them up and do as he pleases: his dorm members might even aid him if he asks

he’s got a sadistic streak, so he’ll purposefully egg his darling to do things he’ll punish them for. lilia will let his darling think he missed locking the door, or accidentally left a weapon laying around- but of course it wasn’t an accident, and now he gets to punish them

at the same time, he’s got an oddly nurturing side to him. he can’t help but see his darling as a weak and adorable thing, compared to him: he’ll coo over them and hold them close, insisting on helping them with simple things. he’ll also try to force them into a parental role on his little makeshift family- but of course, they don’t get any of the responsibilities that come with it... it feels like playing house, almost: a horrible, painful game of house that never ends

NSFW (under cut)

trey clover

he isn’t very forceful, really. trey’s libido isn’t low by any means, but it’s not like, ridiculously high anyways. still, he has no trouble just jerking himself off right next to his darling in bed; well, if they don’t want to help, then they’ll have to watch.

still, he isn’t above slipping aphrodisiacs into food. it’s not even hard- doodle suit can cover up any bitter medicinal tastes, and he gets to have his darling melt into his touch and beg for him. yup, he adores that

he’s in charge, always. despite not really needing restraints or punishment to have his darling indulge him- really, he’s got them so... trained that his words are enough, he’s still very much so into tying them up

trey will degrade his darling when he’s in a bad mood and also horny. it’s a shocking change of pace: usually he’s all sweets and love, and then he’s growling into their ear how much of a whore they are, look, their body is basically trained to react to his touch, don’t they have any shame? 

he might not be pushy when it comes to this sort of intimacy, something not all yanderes share, but that doesn’t mean he’s not rough when he does get to fuck his darling. he enjoys leaving marks all over them- also being marked up, too.

trey will make his darling beg. he knows damn well that this relationship isn’t normal, but fuck it, he can almost believe his darling is with him of their own accord when they beg for him to just please fuck them please, please- he doesn’t particularly mind it’s probably their mind turned to mush after hours of edging, or the aphrodisiac he put into their cookies

rook hunt

for all his creepy stalking and his obsession with his darling, sex with a very obsessed and protective rook is usually... romantic. soft, even. he’ll light candles and be gentle- romance, love... it’s almost like a scene taken right out of a cheesy adult romance novel. it’s romantic and thoughtful enough his darling can truly forget, for a second, he’s essentially their captor

well, it’s that way... for the most part

rile him up enough and he’ll snap. he cares for romance, yes, but do you know what he also cares for? fucking his darling in whatever piece of furniture because he’s at the end of his patience and they’re just so tempting

he’ll mess with love potions and aphrodisiacs, or any other spell he comes across with, but it’s not that common. he prefers to make his darling writhe under him without those things- it feels more like an achievement. feels more like love

it may seem uncharacteristic of a pomefiore student, but he’ll demand to have love bites or scratches left on him. he won’t even ask to cover his darling in hickeys. he sees it as part of the “natural beauty” he covets so much, evidence of love, affection... obsession

if he’s chasing down his darling, all that adrenaline will go straight to his cock once he’s finally caught them. he doesn’t particularly care it’s the middle of a dark forest- he really might just tear his darling’s clothes apart and take them right then, the adrenaline and rush from the chase driving him on

lilia vanrouge

yandere lilia nsfw headcanons were written already, can be found here: [link]

[itsyourchoicedevotionals]

Chasing Squirrels

“Then Samuel said: Does the LORD take pleasure in burnt offerings and sacrifices as much as in obeying the LORD? Look: to obey is better than sacrifice, to pay attention is better than the fat of rams.” 1Samuel 15:22HCSB

Our daughter has two 4 year old labor-doodles. Lily depends on mercy. Rose loves to show love through obedience. Whenever my granddaughter tells Rose, ‘eat,’ Rose quickly eats to finish before her master. If told, ’Rose go outside, potty.’ Rose’s response time is immediate. She’s so happy to please her owner.

Lily, you tell, ‘eat,’ and her actions are, ‘but I want to see what you’re eating first, then maybe I’ll eat.’ Tell Lily, ‘go outside, potty,’ and Lily is off  chasing squirrels, rabbits and the cat. She lives in the knowledge they’ve forgiven her before. Mercy will be granted anew.

What kind of Christians are we, a Lily or a Rose? This question really comes down to how much do we love our Master. Perks come with obedience, especially with God. Leviticus 26:6NIV “I will grant peace in the land, and you will lie down and no one will make you afraid. I will remove wild beasts from the land, and the sword will not pass through your country.” “Wild beasts”— aka remove liberals, satanists, occultists, communists. “The sword” —aka no war. Let me tell you— ‘keep the wild beasts locked up and the sword in its sheath, I’ll obey.

Some people don’t love peace. Instead they’re fans of drama, wild beasts and swords. They usually bark the loudest too. For the most part, I find more people who don’t bark loudly, simply want love, peace, and quiet. Christ-believer and non-believer alike really desire to live out their lives in quiet love and obedience.

My nature is like Lily, always a bit rebellious lacking immediate response obedience. Nature has to be overcome constantly because I get sidetracked. The ADHD takes me off chasing senseless things like ‘Word Escape,’ or ‘Sudoku.’ Thanks be to God for knowing ahead of time, about all of us Lilies in this world needing lots of mercy, guidance and grace. We must “…walk by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh. For the flesh desires what is contrary to the Spirit, and the Spirit what is contrary to the flesh. They are in conflict with each other…”

The Roses love to please their Master makes them truly blest. Deuteronomy 28 lists the blessings for the Roses.  V3 Blessed wherever we are  V4 Blessed children, and business investments  V5 Blessed diet  V6 Blessed travels  V7 Defeats our enemies before they attack  V8 Blessed bank accounts and businesses  V9 Establishes us as His special people V10 Cause people to recognize our blessed status V11 Grants abundant prosperity in family life and business life V12 Brings wealth beyond our needs, never needing to borrow. V13 Set us up as leaders, never followers All of this ends with “May the LORD turn to face you, lavishing peace on you!” Numbers 6:26ISV

In conclusion— Are we in chaos and turmoil? Where did we miss obeying God last time? Have we been paying “attention” it “is better than the fat of rams,” which we give as sacrifices to our Savior?

Isaiah 26:4NLT “You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in You, all whose thoughts are fixed on You!” Chances are, if we’re out of peace, love has waned. We’ve been out chasing squirrels. Will you reassess, refocus and begin lovingly obeying? It’s your choice. You choose.

LET’S PRAY: Heavenly Father forgive us for our distractions and disobedience. We get distracted so easily. Please strengthen our self-discipline to focus on what You’ve given us to do and only those chores You’ve called us to, in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.

by Debbie Veilleux Copyright 2022 You have my permission to reblog this devotional for others. Please keep my name with this devotional, as author. Thank you.

[hitsuackerman]

What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.12

a/n: it begins >:)

Akaashi’s lineup: @alluring-akaashi @oikawalmart-hq @extrasugafree @bbykiyoomi @apricotjihyo @awings @simpformiya @sayakaaaaaa @colorseeingchick @demursv1ogs​ @chrisrue15 @beanst0ck @something-that-idk (i have no idea why i can’t tag some of you :( huhu )

links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 13

Time flew by so fast in this dimension. Now that you were well adjusted and loving the new life here, it had not dawned on you that 7 months had already passed. Things were moving smoothly and pleasantly.

“Here you go.” Akaashi handed you a snack bar. The two of you (well maybe three if Bokuto is included) were practically inseparable. The team had finally managed to pin the both of you down and confirm that you two were indeed dating. “Did you sleep well?”

Walking to school was still a thing both of you did. Except this time, fingers were intertwined and barely any distance between the both of you. The only time you two let go was when the school gates were near. Still, walking down the hallways, Akaashi made sure to always brush his fingers with yours.

“I did!” You pulled him in to kiss his cheek. The small smile he gave you still made your stomach butterflies flutter. “I did have a weird dream last night. You and Bokuto-san switched personalities. Seeing you do his ‘HEY HEY HEY’ was just so wrong on all levels.”

“Is there a quirk that can do that?”

At this point in time, you barely relied on your quirk. The feeling of accomplishing things without it’s aid was much more satisfying. Of course, Akaashi still reaped its healing benefits and took note of how his stamina had improved.

“High chances. If we can have a washing machine as a pro-hero, then there’s bound to be a quirk swapping quirk.”

“A washing machine?” He brushed his thumb on the corner of your lip to wipe off a crumb. “Even now, your world still surprises me.”

“It’s great if you hear it.” Leaning on his shoulder, you tightened your hold on his hand. “Living in it is a completely different story. It’s been, what, 7 months since I arrived here and I am more than content with not having to rely on my quirk.”

“What about your combat skills? Shouldn’t you still be sharpening them?”

“I wish I could.” That was true, though. “I’m pretty much useless at 30%. Even if I wanted to lift boulders or shit, I have to maintain at least 40%. The difference is small but the output is huge. I don’t get my quirk’s logic.”

“Well, it’s still early.” The gates were now in sight but he refused to let go of your hand. “I’m pretty sure you can work on your quirk. The others won’t arrive within 30 minutes.”

“It’s been 5 months and you’re still curious to see how I fight?” You giggled.

“Yes.” He nodded. “If my girlfriend trained to be a hero, I’d love to see how you move.”

“Well, you made that sound sexy~” You nudged his elbow. “Think we can have a little action before we head to the gym?”

“It’s 6:30am, (y/n). It’s too early for that.” He teased. Yet his steps were a little faster than before. “But, I guess I can’t oppose the idea.”

The next thing you knew, your back hit the wall as Akaashi hungrily kissed you. With your legs wrapped around his waist, your fingers found themselves coming through his hair. Pinning you even more, Akaashi’s hand undid your ribbon and unbuttoned the first two. Letting go of your lips, he trailed kisses from your cheek down to the crook of your neck.

As he was softly sucking on your skin, you loosened his tie and undid the two buttons as well. Tugging his hair, you were face to face with him again. Lust filled eyes staring back into yours. Leaning in, you gently kissed his lips before returning the favor. Activating your quirk, Akaashi felt his feet leave the ground. Knowing what you were about to do, he could feel you turning the both of you around.

Skillfully placing the both of you on the floor, Akaashi leaned on the wall as his hands began to roam higher and higher up your skirt. Having you straddle him this early in the morning was rather pleasant in all aspects. Tilting his head a bit, he gave you much easier access and felt you sucking on his skin a little harsher this time.

“Make sure it’s hidden under the collar.” He managed to whisper. Hickeys were a common thing to have both your bodies. He smirked at how your only response was a nod.

Caressing your cheek, he admired the way your face glowed even more. Pulling you in softly for another kiss, he felt his stomach fluttering when you smiled.

“We should probably head to the lockers now.”

“Fine.”

“We can continue this in my room later.” He whispered before kissing you deeply.

“Counting the hours~”

Moments later, you were now pumping air into some volleyballs. Morning practice for today would only take an hour so there was plenty of time to freshen up before the homeroom. Now that the gym was packed with your boys, you rolled out the volleyball cart and positioned it beside the net.

Everyone was now used to having you as a ball girl. In fact, some of them even tried to challenge you by purposely hitting the ball too hard or too low. With your hero training, it was nothing but a walk in the park. You did notice, however, that your body began to sweat a bit more. The after effects of not using your quirk for a long time was showing.

Nothing bad happens, though. Just panting and sweating.

“Aghkaashe!” Bokuto yelled. “Can you and (y/n)-chan help with my math later?”

“I don’t mind. What about you, (y/n)?”

“Sure thing~” You approached your two favorite boys. “Bokuto-senpai, how well did you do on your previous quiz?”

The captain’s golden eyes sparkled.

“HAHAHA! Thanks to you both, I managed to get a 32/50! Whatdya think?!” He punched the air and grinned widely. When the both of you applauded he began to jump up and down while shouting his trademark.

“Calm down, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi tried to stop him from jumping up and down. His friend obeyed and gave a cheeky thumbs up.

“God, I love you both so much~” You giggled at their exchange.

“But you love Ahkaashi more, don’t you (y/n)-chan?” Bokuto added as he shouldered Akaashi. This time, his deadpan face was holding a soft smile.

“Of course!”

When Konoha’s alarm sounded, each of you began to clean up and prepare for the rest of the day. With how often you did it, it had now become second nature to you. Yukie and Kaori even admitted that you adapted much faster than they had anticipated. Once all of you were now freshened up, the gym was locked once more and each player looked forward for the after school practice.

“Exams are approaching.” Akaashi said as he let you step into the classroom first. “Have you prepared your notes?”

“I did. But, you do remember that the subjects you have here are way too easy for me, right?” Placing your bag on your desk, you took a seat and faced Akaashi. “Shall we study in your room or mine?”

“we can take turns.” Now that he was seated, he fished out one of his notebooks and placed it on his desk. Not that it was needed, it merely became one of his habits. Watching as you dragged your chair closer to him, he offered you a pen and flipped the notebook open.

“So, what do you want me to draw?” This had become one of your recent traditions. Before the start of homeroom, Akaashi noticed how you liked to doodle on his notebooks. Deciding that a special one was needed, he took the liberty of buying a blank journal for you to fill with whatever it is you saw fit.

“Hmm, I recall you saying that you designed your own hero costume.” He saw how your eyes lit up. “May i see what it looked like?”

Starting the sketch, you began to draw a figure and dressed it with your costume.

“So, my costume isn’t flashy unlike the others.” You explained. “A quirk like mine doesn’t really need a lot of support items so I went with mobility and comfort. I decided that simplicity was key. Just the normal jacket, shirt, pants, and boots. The only support item I had were my gloves.”

Sketching your gloves, Akaashi couldn’t help but adore just how focused you were. Tucking in a loose strand of hair, he felt the butterflies in his stomach churning once again as the corners of your mouth formed a smile and your cheeks turning a faint hue of pink.

“What do your gloves do?” They looked like standard fingerless gloves.

“The material was specifically designed to aid in manipulating my quirk. It concentrates the energy I release and wraps around my hand. Sorta like a human torch~” It was a bit difficult to explain how it worked knowing you didn’t listen to the man who gave you the item. As long as it aided you, it was fine.

“What were Todoroki-kun’s support items?”

“Shoto’s support items were mostly temperature regulators. Wristbands and a big one he wears like a backpack to help even him out.” You drew his support items rather well.

“Can you try to sketch Todorki-kun’s face?” Letting you draw your friends was something he wasn’t so comfortable with. Not for that reason of course. He merely assumed that it would be a sensitive topic knowing the circumstances of how you arrived in his world. When you giggled, he tilted his head.

“About time you asked~” Beginning to draw your childhood friend, you continued. “I honestly wouldn’t mind drawing my friends for you, ya know? There’s no way I can introduce you to them so sketching them would be the best alternative.”

“I’m sorry.” He held on to your free hand. “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfy.”

“You never make me uncomfy. Keiji~”

It was a quick sketch of half and half but a good one. He squinted his eye when he took note of the scar. He had heard of Tokoyami and Mina, but this one merely showed a boy about his age with a nasty burn on his face.

“Shoto’s got one helluva back story.” Your thumb began to brush Akaashi’s knuckles. “That scar was given to him by his mum when he was around 5 or 6 years old. It’s sad but he grew to accept it and is now healing.”

“You were engaged before, right?”

“For a while, yeah.” You handed him back the pen and closed the sketchpad. The bell had now rung and right on time, the teacher entered the room. Just as she was relaying a message, you were rummaging in your bag for a notebook.

“Please introduce yourselves~” The teacher said.

“Bakugo Katsuki”

“Midoriya Izuku.”

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a/n: sooo... what yall gonna do now? :’)

[serararku]

Where the Wild Things Are Pt 3

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The pool beneath Valhaas Barrow came from a subterranean river said to stretch all the way from the Black Shroud. The source of nearly every oasis in Thanalan, it remained the sole reason why the Miqo'te and various beast tribes could even survive in the dust-swept wastes. This water was as precious as it was sacred, reserved only for those closest resembling the divine image of Azeyma. The punishment for any Tia, slave, or outsider in this holy place was death.

The walls were painted by the many hands of women who came before. Some told tales of legendary heroes, others of harrowing tragedies; but the space along the ground was reserved for the kittens, who doodled rough paintings of flowers, or the sun, or even each other. Era wanted to place her mark in this place too one day, but she wanted to make it count- she wanted it to mean something.

“Well?” Her mother asked, catching her attention. She stood with two aunts, and all three stared at the woman expectantly. “We can’t get you clean if you’re not naked.”

Era was hesitant, but begrudgingly obeyed, starting with her boots before working her way up. When she first left her family to search for Tage, she had only a few scrapes on her hands from pulling feisty rodents from their tunnels and homes; but the more skin she revealed now, the paler her mother became. Era had her shirt halfway over her head when she was swarmed by her and her aunts.

“Were you stabbed?! Beaten?!” Yuun traced a few scars on Era’s stomach with her finger. “Gunshot wounds… did the shelled men do this?”

Era was barely able to get a word out when their hands began poking and prodding at all of her past injuries; something about this made her feel more vulnerable and ashamed now more than ever. “Y-yes, the Garleans-”

“What happened to your arm?!” Her mother grabbed her by the elbow and held her forearm close to her face. “Is this a burn?! How did this happen?!”

“Mom, please!” Era yanked her arm back and slinked away from their incessant touching. “It’s a long story… all of it is…” Telling them about how ‘Had-rel’ commanded her to stick her hand into a crackling fireplace was the last thing on her mind. Or the time she was shot during her ambush against that Garlean century. Or the time she got smacked in the side of the head and lost consciousness for a minute. Or all the times she was beaten during her many training lessons.

She aptly decided to change the subject before they continued to pelt her with questions.

“Do I have to do this? I don’t… I don’t want to mate with him, mom…”

Her mother’s face was still flushed with worry, but a reassuring smile began to creep along the corners of her lips. “Leave us.” She commanded, sending the grumbling women back upstairs to give them the space they needed. Era flinched and looked away when she casually pulled off her clothes; she knew she would have to be naked, but she wasn’t expecting her mother to do the same. Her skin was like polished porcelain, with her rich brown hair ending in small curls that almost reached to her knees once she let it all down. Even after giving birth seven times, her body remained a work of art. It was hard not to stare, harder still not to be envious; Era could only hope to have half a body like her mothers in twenty years. “We used to bathe all the time naked together, dear. Why are you so nervous now? All that time in those tribeless cities has affected you.” She reached over and gently took her daughter by the hand. “Come come, into the water while it’s still warm.”

Getting washed by her mother made her feel like a kitten all over again- a recurring theme since returning to her home. The water was warmed by dropping smoldering rocks heated by the bonfire into the depths, but the pool itself was surprisingly shallow- barely reaching over her hips while sitting down. Era definitely remembered being able to float in this exact pool when she was just a little younger. Did she really grow so fast? Or has the pool been shrinking since she departed? 

Her mother started with her hair, massaging raw honey into her scalp until it ran down her chest, shoulders, and back. “You need to grow out your hair. Keeping it short is cute... but there isn’t a Nunh alive that wouldn’t kill to gaze upon your body with hair that reaches the floor.”

“Mmmn…” Was all Era could mumble in between licking at the honey dripping too close to her mouth; the little bit of boar she ate from her mother’s helping wasn’t nearly enough.

“Era…?” Her mother started, causing her ears to perk. “You have been mating in the cities?” She did her best to conceal her startled shock, but her flattening ears and her tail thrashing about in the water beside her mother gave away the truth. Era’s mind frantically raced as she tried to conjure up a convincing lie, but her sudden silence only further proved her guilt.

“W-what are you t-talking about…?”

“I know bite marks when I see them.” She gave her daughter’s shoulder a few sharp pinches. “These ones look recent… very recent. You were supposed to save your first time for your Nunh.”

“W-well, I… I figured… w-why not practice…? F-for when I’m with my Nunh, I mean…” Era didn’t dare turn to look her mother in the eyes; the heat searing her face, neck, and now shoulders, was enough to boil this water. “That makes sense… r-right…?”

“A man has patience for a maiden.” She started, with the tone of her voice darkening. “Don’t tell Vahli about your ‘practice’, I don’t know how he will react.” Her mother paused to gather her hair in her hands to expose Era’s shoulders and back. She then plucked a lump of cactuar flesh out of the water to rub against her skin; with luck, the rejuvenating flesh would help conceal her more recent love marks. “What is his name?”

“Zevi…” For some reason she decided against revealing his tribe, not that it mattered; he cut all ties with them long ago.

“A Tia from the tribeless cities.” Yuun mused, working down one of Era’s arms. “He must be quite something for you to abandon your duties to the tribe. What is he like? Is he handsome? Strong?”

Era bit her lip for a moment in silence, but the silence did only last for a moment. “Brown skin burned by the sun. Black hair like raven feathers… and looking into his eyes is like staring up at the bright blue sky. Is he handsome…? Mom, he’s gorgeous…” She blinked a few times before clearing her throat. “And um… he’s strong enough to punch a deeproot tree out of the ground with a single punch. He was with me when I stormed that castrum to avenge Tage’s dea-...” Mentioning his name again put a dull ache in her heart; she thought she was over his death, but being here… where her journey all began… and it almost felt like she was right back in her apartment, staring at his ruined corpse all over again.

“I’m so sorry, honey…” Her mother leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her. “I know you wanted him. But he is with Azeyma now… hunting in Her endless fields of eternal sunlight.”

Era leaned into her mother’s embrace and closed her eyes. “Mom… I… I don’t want to lose Zevi. But if I defy the Nunh… I’ll lose my family…” Slowly she turned to look her mother in the eyes. “What do I do…?”

She planted a wet kiss on Era’s temple before sitting upright to continue scrubbing her daughter’s skin. “When your father became the tribe’s Nunh, he had to kill my father to do it. I was… I was so angry that this overgrown brute murdered my father and expected me to have his children in return… like I should be thanking him for taking my father away from me. I planned on killing him before it was my turn to pleasure him, you know. I almost went through with it.”

“What stopped you…?”

“My mother did. Killing him wouldn’t bring my father back… and it would only put the entire tribe in terrible danger. Any Tia could walk in and claim us as their wives without having to fight for it. No… instead of that, my mother suggested a better way. I learned Rarku’s secrets, memorized what made him tick, and discovered his deepest desires. I did my duty as his wife, and eventually had him eating out of the palm of my hand. Men are simple creatures… and easy to please. I guess what I’m saying is…”

“To do my duty and stop complaining?” Era groaned. “I don’t know if that’s something I wa-ow! Ow ow ow!” Yuun gave her daughter a warm smile as she continued to pinch and twist her ear.

“Let me finish.” She firmly spoke, eventually releasing her. “You can’t have your family and your forbidden love if you don’t have his favor. Do what us wives do best, dear… turn your will into law.” She took Era by the chin and turned her head toward her. “If you’re successful, you may even be able to convince him to let you visit the tribeless cities every few years or so.”

They remained quiet for the rest of the bath. Yuun washed the honey from Era’s hair thrice over, until her locks shimmered in the flickering torchlight. She ran a bison-hair comb through the fur on her tail until it glided effortlessly from base to tip, and lastly she scrubbed Era’s face with hardened animal fat and spearmint leaves. As soon as her mother rinsed her face, she shot up to her feet in a hurry. "What-?! Where do you think you are going without your clothes?!"

"There’s only two things I can do that shouldn’t be done with clothes on." Era called back, turning to look down at her mother. “If I want Vahli to do what I want… I need to leave an impression. Goodbye, mother, and thank you for the bath.” Without another word she spun on her heel and began marching to the exit, foregoing her clothes and leaving her mother and her dignity behind.

Walking among tribekin topless or wearing little more than war paint and boots wasn’t an uncommon sight for this sect. The concept of modesty was a little more ambiguous around here, with many kittens running around butt-naked during the summer migrations. But for a fully grown woman strutting her stuff and soaked from bathing in the blessed waters was, well, just strange enough to garner attention. 

Era held her breath and stepped beyond the curtain dividing the sacred pools from the rest of Valhaas Barrow. The searing heat returned to her face and shoulders the moment she saw familiar faces down the hall, but it was too late to turn back now; she was in deep, and if her confidence wavered now, she wouldn’t be capable of seducing Vahli, and her chance of keeping both her tribe and Zevi in her life would blow up in her face. “If I refuse Vahli, and return to Ul’dah, I would never see my mother and family again. If I fail to impress Vahli, I wouldn’t be able to be with Zevi.” Era had to focus on organizing her thoughts to distract her from the gawking stares. Most of the slaves averted their gazes when she strode into view, while many of the warrior women nodding approvingly. “I need to blow his mind to keep both my tribe and my love. Gods… I hope he’s not worrying about me…” She caught a glimpse of Denoh sitting alone in the corner with his boar scraps in his grasp, but she looked away before their eyes met. Despite the audible gasps or faint whispers, Era found herself handling this situation quite well; at the very least, nobody was trying to stop her, or call her out by her name-

“Yeah-hahah! Errraaaa!” Chaje Koss hollered and shouted when she briskly marched by, holding a half-empty skin; with three empty skins littered around her staggering feet. She was as sloppy drunk as you could get on fermented goat’s milk without also getting food poisoning. “Go get you some! Hahaha- yeeeeaaaahhhh!” Soon others joined in, giving the ‘champion of Azeyma’ a round of applause. Era wanted to wither away and die, but she couldn’t stop herself from smiling at her aunt’s slurred encouragement. She awkwardly waved at them before reaching the bottom of the incline, and the spiraling tunnel that led to her destination.

Era stormed into his personal chambers by nearly ripping the leather curtain from the ceiling. Vahli was hunched over the stone table with Auntie Shepka, the Lady of War, at his shoulder when they both looked up at the same time to witness her and all her splendor. She stood there in silence as she caught her breath, letting her Nunh’s gaze follow the beads of water trickle down her shapely form. Era could feel his eyes on the bullet scars dotted on her stomach, the discoloration from the old burn halfway up her forearm, and the deep scratches covering her fingers. Judging by his ears flattening against his head and his thick tail twitching under the table, he clearly liked what he saw. Yet she couldn’t tell if he was speechless or not; he wasn’t exactly a chatterbox when they first met out by the bonfire. 

Fortunately Shepka was willing to break the awkward silence. “Ahem… you should tend to this…” She reached over and rolled the leather up before tucking it under her arm. “We’ll discuss our plans later when you have more time.” Vahli still didn’t speak- he simply nodded in her direction, but his gaze never left Era. In fact they kept their staring contest going as Shepka walked past her on her way to leave, and the naked woman didn’t blink until the two were alone at last.

Vahli pushed off the table and stood up straight. His pointed ears were only a fulm and a quarter away from brushing against the ceiling. “Your scars… you’ve seen many battles…?” Era caught on to the tone of his voice almost immediately; he was distracted… surprised… nervous. She could use this. It felt like that time she seduced that Lalafell in the Gold Saucer, but she knew he wasn't lonely enough for her to come on that strong. She closed her eyes, took a few deep and steady breaths, and relaxed; the rest came naturally.

“I didn’t come all this way to talk.” Era stepped back and reached behind her to make sure the curtain was fully closed. A shy smile spread across her face once she began walking along the wall, plucking each torch up and blowing them out like candles; one by one she dimmed the room, until only a single torch resting on the table beside Vahli remained.

Era emerged from the dark, her blue eyes reflecting the only light source left in this chamber. There were no chocobo down beds, and no cotton pillows or wool blankets for them to rest on; only the loose dirt floor and the hard stone table. "I will return to you…" She reached up and grabbed her Nunh by the bone necklace, and pulled him down into her awaiting kiss.

"Whatever the price… I'll pay it!"

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