#Just wanted to get this hc out of my head

[msbug15]

SATAN HC'S

I don't even like Helluva (or Hazbin) that much but since nobody has done it yet, I gotta write something Satan related cus LORDY LORDY I NEED SOME FIC'S OF HIM

• Definitely built you your own balcony in the court room. It'll probably be a little further away from where he sits or near the sins.

• But if you're not feeling the balcony that day, he'll let you sit on his shoulder.

• Has a photograph of you in the inside pocket of his jacket.

• Pulls out said photograph when he's bored or if you're not at a trial one day. Will probably do "I miss my wife, tails, I miss her a lot" to Yogirt, his therapist dude.

• If Satan gets very angry Yogirt will probably say "Satan, do I need to get (name) over here?" And he'll immediately back down.

• But if he really wants to pick a fight that day, he'll just brush it off thinking Yogirt's bluffing.

• He will immediately sit his big dragon butt down when he sees Yogirt pulling you up on speed dial.

• Gives you nicknames like: My Treasure, Darlin, Songbird (Wink wink), Cher, ect.

• Will lean his head over the railings of your balcony to give you a quick peck on the forehead or for a mini cuddle.

• I imagine you'll probably have a Demon bull king and Princess iron fan from lmk type relationship if you're just as bad as he is.

[milktiicup]

hi friend!! o(^▽^)o

i loooovvveee the way you write sm!!

maybe Mr. Silvair or Mr. Scarletella nsfw hcs? (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

if not its fine bb!! luv u ♡

mr. silvair n-sfw headcanons!

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🌊 ⋅ ˚✮ i love u to the moon and back. mwah mwah mwah. i went with mr. silvair if that's okay!!!! >w< i'm lacking mr silvair content hehehe while my acc is swimming in scarletella ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

🌊 At first, it started as an experiment, an act he had grown interested in. Something to keep you happy while in his care, and gauge how these types of things work; how they make you feel, how they make you smell, how they make you act. And then it became something to pass time, something he grew addicted to; the sounds that fall from your mouth, the way you grasp onto him and plead for him.

🌊 He grows addicted to the way you act, the way you writhe in the restrains. Indulge him in being a pretty little thing tied up, he’ll indulge you. 

🌊 He loves the idea of pushing you to your limits, not to break you, but to see how much you trust him to bring you back from the edge. The subtle interplay between your resistance and surrender is a game he never tires of. 

🌊 He’s intrigued by how you behave when stripped of defenses, both physically and emotionally. What does your body say when you’re too overwhelmed to think? 

🌊 Eventually, he wants something new. He’s interested in the act of sex- but how do you, yourself get off without him? He wants to see every part, every thing, every sound, every twitch of your eye or your leg until he has enough to finally give you what you want. 

🌊 His ego inflates like a balloon- just because he didn’t understand his own attraction, didn’t mean he didn’t know the way your eyes look over his body. He gives you all of him, because he knows you like it, all in return for all of you; your heart, your body, your soul. The idea of someone else even attempting to “understand” you in the way he does is laughable- and intolerable.

🌊 He’s not cruel enough to leave you in the state you’re left in- chained up, bruised, bitten, mental fortitude crumbling- he’ll put you all back together, with bandages and soft pets to your head, mimicking Mr. Crawling- he knows you inside and out. He’ll bring you back perfectly.

[loveanddeepdick]

Ur obsessed geto hcs r consuming my thoughts... do you have anymore hcs to spare for this poor tumbler user

lemme conjure up my thoughts on this sunday morning..! this is just small hcs that he’d do with u tehe im glad u guys like my unserious series of this, everything is under the obsessed!geto tag that i have listed below <3

obsessed!geto who loves doing small things that you should be doing be he does for you instead. he loves lifting your chin gently with two fingers and feeding you. he loves sitting you down on a stool by the front door and putting on your shoes for you.

in a way, it makes him feel in control. he doesn’t want to take over your whole life, but it’s a small reminder that you’re his. his favorite thing to do, in his opinion, is replying to your texts or answering calls for you. some sleezy guy dming you on instagram? he’s replying. your boss calling you to work overtime? he picks up, telling her that you’ve come down with a cold.

obsessed!geto who loves when you act a little pervy as well. one night after you guys fucked, you brought up the idea of relaxing with his dick in your mouth.

“won’t you get uncomfortable, angel?” he hummed, running his scarred hands in your hair as you rest on his bare chest.

“sugu pleaseee? i know you wanna,” you giggle, one hand coming down to cup his clothed dick.

he chuckled, rolling his eyes and letting you have at it. you stayed with his dick in your mouth for about 30 minutes until you knocked out. sugu noticed ofc, your breath stilling on his half-hard cock.

he looks at you with such adoration. you’re his. his soulmate. his everything. but he just can’t help it when you look sooo cute sleeping like this. pulling out his phone to record, he leans down a bit to keep one hand in your hair, slowly bobbing your head up and down gently while he records his cute little soon-to-be fiance <3

obsessed!geto who gifts you an itty bitty owl plushie which you happily keep on your desk since it’d get lost on your bed. it stares at you intently, its cute, glittery eyes boring into your room. it looks like him in a way. the owl’s plastic eyes reflecting a hollow orb inside. it was creepy in comparison to its fluffy body, kinda like your boyfriend.

on the other end, suguru is watching you from his car, he’s already otw to you ofc! he watches you type away on your laptop, probably writing a report on something useless your boss is forcing you to do.

however, sometimes he’s lucky and the owl is facing towards your bed. he wishes there was sound from the plushy when he catches you on your bed, legs spread with your hand in your sloppy pussy. he can tell you’re frustrated. frustrated because your little hands or any toy can’t do what he can. he’ll solve your problem, he’ll do anything for you.

>are you busy, sweetheart? im coming in 10

>better see you naked on that cute little bed of yours

[starlightguh]

A Change in Scent

Word Count: 1,489

Summary: Visiting Sylus, he notices a change in my scent. The repercussions of it leave me both happy yet scared.

Tags: Suggestive themes; but no smut, Pregnancy, slight angst.

A/N: I was gonna make this longer but I felt like if I kept writing I would go off the rails. But ever since seeing the trailer for Sylus myth, my head was spinning with HC that we are fr Luke and Kieran’s family. Doubt this is canon but this came to mind so I wrote it down. Please enjoy!

Being in Taurus and falling in love with the dragon who protected it, wasn’t exactly my plan in life.

I had been exiled from my tribe for refusing to marry a man I didn’t love. In order to be accepted back, I had to venture to find a rare protocore to earn my place. I stumbled upon a cave filled with endless treasure, and the dragon who guarded it took one whiff of my scent and claimed me as his own.

I had become his beloved, his wife, and everything in between as soon as he scented me. His fangs would sink into my neck and in some cosmic way; I knew that we belonged to one another.

However, I didn’t understand dragons, every couple months he had me practically bound into the bed as we did nothing but cuddle and make love. He claimed it was his animalistic nature to go into heat, but to me Sylus was human despite his otherworldly appearance. His heart and love were purer than the winter snow. Every word from his lips sang my praises, and at times he would refuse to let me return back to the tribe.

But I managed to escape his protective grasp to maintain some semblance of a human life to see my grandmother. In the meantime Sylus promised to dispel any of my “silly” desires of a human life, and promised he was going to build me a house surrounded by our favorite flowers.

Things remained as a normal courtship between us. It wasn’t till one day he noticed a change in me that I hadn't myself.

I hadn’t seen him in a few days, so I had been excited to spend more time with him. When I returned to his abode deep within the mountains, he immediately buried his nose against the crook against my neck as he breathed in, he pulled away with his red eyes blown wide with surprise.

“What? Is something wrong? I know I’ve been busy with dealing with my Tribe I haven’t had time to bathe-“ I try and make up an excuse as he pulls away with a shake of his head.

“No. No sweetness it isn’t that…” he pants in my ear and then chuckles, “Your scent….It’s different.” He pants out and starts nipping his fangs at my neck.

“Like a good difference or a bad difference ?” I say confused.

“My love,” he laughs full of pride and joy as he pulls away from my neck to press a soft kiss against my lips, “You’re pregnant.”

I freeze, “Excuse me?” Are the only words to leave my lips.

“You’re with my children,” he growls as he bends his face down to continue to kiss on my neck and collar bones.

“I don’t think I’m late on my period? How do you know for sure?” I try and grasp at his silver locks to pull away and explain himself to me.

“Your scent is giving off a pheromone to me that is screaming that you’re pregnant….I cant describe it, but it’s a sickly sweet smell that makes me want to worship you…Carrying my Babies…”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, I don’t feel any different,” she rolls her shoulders back, “I think maybe I’m just ovulating?”

He shakes his head no, “No I can tell….You’re pregnant.” He chuckles darkly, “Bless the gods, the mother of my children…I could only be so lucky.”

“Sylus…” I mentally try to deny his thoughts again and he just shushes me and places a fiery kiss to my lips.

“Mine forever,” his claws rake down my small form, stopping to caress my stomach. “A living part of me to be with you always.”

I let out a shaky breath and stare up at him in fear, “What am I….What are we to do?”

He quirks his head at me, “Is this not good news? A cause for celebration? Do humans not enjoy the idea of bringing life with their beloveds into the world?”

I shake my head, “It usually is, but Sy….Think of the complications. I’m a human. If my tribe finds out I’m carrying a dragons baby….” A shiver of fear went down my spine.

“You’re not to return,” he growls out as a command, “Your life is with me now. Under no circumstances will you even be let out of my sight while carrying my children,” his tail wraps around my middle. He isn’t applying any pressure to my body with it, but the visual is enough to send a message.

“But Sy my family-“

“We’re going to be a family,” his eyes flash an emotion of hurt as he hisses at me, “I will protect you and our babies till the ends of the earth. This family will never cast you out. I don’t want you to return to the tribe ever again. It’s dangerous.”

I shake my head, “They might come looking for me… What would they think of finding me in your treasure nest heavy with a baby…Sylus, we can’t do this…”

It was as if I had struck him, his face sinks and his red eyes glisten with tears as he walks closer and embraces me in his claws, “Beloved…What do I have to do? Do you not want this? Want me?” His deep voice cracks with hurt, his pride now wounded at my lack of joy.

I look up at him, both of our vulnerable expressions mirroring one another’s, my mouth opens and closes as I try and muster the words to say, “I don’t know much about your kind…I don’t know if our child will be a human, a dragon, or something in between….While I don’t know much I do know that we are bound to one another. You are mine. I am yours…”

A silent moment passes between us as he holds me in his arms and his eyes desperately scan my face, “I want this…I want you….But,” I look away, “I need to be sure that the life we have here in Taurus is safe enough for a child. And for me to even deliver one…”

Sylus closes his eyes and nods his head as he hears my words and my concerns, “I will find a way to prove and provide for you two…This isn’t the first instance of a hybrid child. I will find a nest of my people and do whatever it takes to let us have this…”

I take a step back out of his arms, “Until then I think I need to stay in the village…They won’t know for a while that I’m with child and I should build strength there until we can start a life out here…Besides I think if I have to leave my family there forever, I should at least say goodbye…”

He curls his claws around my waist and brings me closer, “Don’t leave me yet…Just….Let me have you for a while.”

Sylus curls his head into the nape of my neck and inhales with such a shaky breath his whole body shudders, “Gods your scent….It’s driving me crazy than usual…”

“Are you in heat?” I run my fingers down his back and caress the spot where his wings sprout out of his body.

“No…It’s not that it’s just…Knowing that you smell like this because of me,” he stands up straighter and runs a claw through my hair, “It makes me want to keep you this way. Hoard you here like my most prized treasure…”

“Sylus,” I whisper as I stare at his lips, “I want you.”

His tail happily swooshes at my words and he bends down to lift me up by my butt as he carries me to head out of his cave and into our spot full of flowers.

He lays me out on the field of green grass and wine colored flowers. The sun shines on my face making me feel warmer than usual with Sylus’ body heat leaning over me.

He undresses me slowly, unwrapping me both physically and mentally with his eyes. As I’m bare before him he leans his head down to my stomach and rests his cheek against my belly and closes his eyes.

A kitten-like purr escapes him and his body vibrates with the soothing joy.

“Twins,” he smiles as he keeps nuzzling his cheek against me.

“Twins?!?” I say more alarmed. “H-How are you-“

“I can hear their hearts…They love you already,” his red eyes flick open and meet mine. The tenderness in Sylus’ voice, this overwhelming news, and the truth my heart feels at his words break me and I feel tears stream down my face.

Sylus lifts himself up and curls his body over mine, to hide me away from the world, to make me weep with joy in his warmth.

“We’ll protect them my beloved…The four of us,” he chuckles, “We’re home now.”

~fin~

[ihrthoney]

you know what the time is, ak!jason thoughts

me when i don’t write fics so i make hcs

i feel like jason will sometimes lose himself, his sanity will be spread thin with planning to take down batman (he planned for like a year then the moments in the game happen in one night)

even though he tweaked your devices and had your full trust, he couldn’t trust you. not completely.

he had a tracker in your jewelry, when he was gone for days to train he could always pull up where you were. 99% of the time you were at the safe house, you respected him enough to stay home and wait for him. granted he got you whatever you wanted to keep busy. whatever you wanted.

you were so compliant that it started to make him doubt. what if you were just taking advantage of him? what if none of this was real? what if batman sent you and you’re working undercover?

thoughts filled his head, drowning him. he couldn’t think straight, it became hard to look you in the eyes, to let you come close to him.

whenever you asked to go out, he let you but always followed. it tugs at him at not trusting you because he wants to so badly, but he can’t get the doubts out of his mind.

he hates feeling obsessive. he hates the look on your face when he denies your request to go out for the day. your face fell before instantly softening and becoming understanding.

of course he wanted you to go out, but his mind was telling him you’d betray him. that you would try to leave him, he was abandoned too many times he can’t.. he can’t have you leave too.

one night, you woke up and found him watching you sleep. he was in bed next to you, sitting up against the headboard. given his build he looked intimidating in the dark room, but he was your jaybee.

without another word, you sat up against the headboard and locked your pinky with his.

nothing is said for a long time, the distant honks of cars and yelling is carried through the wind that filters through the room,

“i don’t ever want you to leave.”

“i’m not going anywhere, jay.”

“what if i ask you to never leave the safe house.”

“not even with you?”

your soft voice frustrates him, you should be mad, irritated, he’s not being rational!

“you could be living a normal life-“

“stop that, jason.”

“it’s true. you’re like a bird trapped in a cage, you should be out there! not here with me.”

“but i want to be here with you. this is my choice. you aren’t making me do anything, you know that right?”

he doesn’t want to look at you. a part of him wants the rage to consume him, to swallow him whole. jason wants you to run only so he could convince you to come back.

he needs you so badly, he wants you more than anything but his own mind can’t let him.

your free hand moves to slowly turn his head towards you, he lets you break himself out of his thoughts,

“i love you, jace. more than your mind could ever comprehend. anything you need me to do to make you feel safe, i’ll do it.”

“but it jeopardizes your comfortability.”

“who said that? i’m perfectly comfortable here.”

“in this cage?”

“in our safe house. we have traps, cameras, and weapons in case anything happens. i have a device i can click just once and you’ll be here in 5 minutes tops”

“3 minutes.”

his correction makes you laugh, “you bought me a whole fucking pc and made some of your workers play games with me. i can promise you, i don’t feel trapped baby.”

“this isn’t normal though, you should be allowed to go out whenever you want to.”

“and i can, you just have to be with me. it’s not like i want to go anywhere without you anyway.”

“we can’t go to the beach, or pools, or hotels, or-“

“we can if it’s another state.”

“but we can’t leave gotham.”

“then let’s build a pool.”

“you always have something to say, don’t you?”

“i’m always here to keep you in check, i always have been.”

“yeah, a pain in my ass you are.”

he wants you so bad omg. he’s still working through his trauma and he hates to burden you, but just the feeling of your hand in his is enough to pull him out of that dark place.

[desideriumwriter]

George Weasley and he just does not have any concept of personal space (affectionate)

Clingy/Touchstarved!George Weasley HCS!

thank uuuuu for this idea anon, i need to write more for my babyboy george :,((((

Gift giving and physical touch are definitely his main love languages.

Endless amounts of random hugs and kisses.

“What was that for?” You’d ask after he’d give you a peck on the cheek out of nowhere.

“Don’t know. Just wanted to.”

After acing one of your OWLS, he had picked you up and spun you around in circles with him while chanting “Brilliant girl! Brilliant girl!”

Will offer to give you a piggyback anywhere, he just wants you to be close to him.

You’d be sitting on the sofa in the common room, studying/reading/doing whatever, George would be sitting next to you when suddenly he’d shift his body to lay his head on your lap. His legs would be hanging off the armchair of the sofa. He’s done this several times.

Or he’ll put his head on your shoulders, occasionally falling asleep and you’d have to wake him.

”George. George, you’re breathing on my neck.”

Or he’ll have your legs on his lap, his thumb rubbing your ankle.

Constant cuddles in either of your dormitories.

“George, I’ll have to go soon. If I get caught in here we’ll both be in trouble.” You’d tell him.

“Mm, just a few more minutes. My mates won’t care anyways.” He’ll huff, snuggling closer.

“They’ll tease you for it though.” 

“They can piss off.”

Only other problem is that boy overheats, he’s like a goddamn human space heater.

You’ll both sneak away into an empty classroom or bathroom in between classes just to smother you in kisses.

You’d unfortunately have to stop him by the time he’d unbutton the first few buttons at the top of your chest, pressing open mouthed kisses to it.

“We’ve haven’t got enough time for this right now, my next class is in less than ten minutes.” 

“We’ll have enough time, you know I’m good with my hands.” He smirked and you gawked at his suggestive comment.

“George!” You softly pushed him away as you fixed your top and looked away to hide your flushed smile.”

It was promising, but you couldn’t afford being late to Snape's class again. You’d press a chaste kiss to his cheek and said you’d could continue with this later.

Always has a hand on you anywhere. 

His arm is always around your shoulders, hooked around your waist. His hand is always laying on your thigh or holding your hand.

You’d sneak off somewhere under the stands around the Quidditch pitch, just to give him what you both called his goodluck kiss before he went on field for a match. 

When his hair was long, he’d let you mess with it as much as you wanted to. Running your fingers through it, braiding it, anything. He just wanted your hands on him.

You’d be standing around anywhere and he’d pop up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin either on your shoulder or the top of your head.

Lovessssss head scratches

In summary, he’s down with anything that’ll keep you next to him.

[kumkissed]

THIS COULD BE US

from my pureboy eren hc, where Eren turns out just like you, or even worse. cw - toxic Eren, toxic reader, light smut, Eren loves hates reader, Eren a lil crazy lol, reader dgaf icl

You’d have to be dummy to not have heard, Eren Yeager the newly found playboy, who is known to talk to any and everyone he feels like. Yeah you’d be dumb if you haven’t heard, you caused it. You can recall when you first started pushing Eren away, your phone would blow up with messages and calls with him saying how he hates you and how you’re a bad person. You blocked him and that was that, then you start hearing about Eren going to parties, getting tattoos, getting piercings, fucking the entire school at this point. Your friends tell you about it all the time, “Girl he fucks EVERYBODY, he even tried to get wimme!” You laugh at her antics, scrolling through tiktok “He probably just mad.” Your friends whip their heads at you, wanting to hear the story “don’t be holding no damn secrets y/n the fuck your mean ass do?” You shrug collecting your stuff and heading to your next class, you don’t even pay anyone any attention as your AirPods blast ‘Wavy’ by Sza.

Youre thrown off as you bump into something stiff, sucking your teeth you look up, brown eyes meeting green ones. “What you can’t say excuse me now?” The familiar voice drowns your music, you stare at him for awhile before walking around him. “Y/N bring your ass back here, I know you fucking hear me speaking to you.” Immediately you’re stopped in your tracks, because who is this nigga talking to? You take out your AirPod case, slipping the AirPods into the case before whipping around to face Eren “The fuck is the issue?” Eren grins at your reaction, slowly approaching “You been ignoring me for 3 months…that’s all you have to say?” Those long brown cover your face slightly as, Eren leans slightly sniffing the air around you “Cmon I know you missed me too. I know it.” Baffled, you push Eren away, you know your heart isn’t beating cause you miss him…hell nawl.

At least that’s what you thought until you catch him at a party you were asking to supply for. Not entertaining a single female, eyes trained on you the moment you stepped in. You can’t help but feel hot under his stare, you almost approach him until you hear the host call you: “Aye Y/N,” your close friend Ony grabs you hugging you close. A big smile erupts out of you “What’s up baby!” Everyone side eyes a lil bit, questioning the nickname, not Eren tho, waiting until you pass Ony the product to grab your hand and guide you over to his part of the couch, nose deep in your neck. Your legs grow weak, Eren fucking knew that was one of your weak spots fuckin dickhead. You can’t help yourself, pushing your hand into Eren’s head squeezing his hair harshly. That moan doesn’t escape your notice, Erens face falls as you push him away to stand up; “Get all your shit and meet me at my car” you say as you walk out the house not giving Eren a chance to respond. Not even 5 mins goes by before he’s walking out the house, entering the car. The car ride is silent air filled with tension, you feel Erens green eyes trailing your body, you can’t deny it doesn’t make you a little hot.

Eren wastes no time, pushing you into your bed room and stripping the both of you: “Fuck…I’ve been waiting on this, nobody does it like you do i swear.” Before you can even respond, Erens already flipped you over on your stomach stretching you out, knuckle deep. “I been practicing just. for. you.” He makes sure to particularly harsh on those last few words, causing your mind to blank just a little. Arms reaching out to push away the harsh assault on your pussy— smack you pull your hands back at the sudden abuse “lemme make you feel good mama okay?” You nod, head getting cloudy at all the wet noises. That hot feeling in your stomach rises, before you can come Eren shoves himself deep inside cursing to himself in the process. You can’t even think straight as he pummels you, kissing all over your back and neck, making sure to mark you as his. “I love you y/n, fuck don’t leave me,” you can’t even respond as your orgasm crashes down on you, pulling Eren into his own.

Eren showers you with kisses and endless love confessions, but you can’t help but think about Onys fine ass friend Connie.

———

DAMNN ITS BEEN A MINUTEEE, this is an old ass draft that I decided to finish and she’s kind as hell…..anyways i missed this shit but college been ruining me i’m back fr this time i kinda wanna continue this shit

[platonicmoonwater00]

AND IT FITS SO WELL COS IVE ALWAYS SEEN EVAN AS THIS SORT OF MASC(KINDA SCARY TO PEOPLE HE DOESNT KNOW) ACE GUY BUT LIKE AT THE SAME TIME HE'LL GO TO MARDI GRAS AND WEAR A BRIGHT PINK G-STRING ON HIS HEAD AND ALSO HAS THE CUTEST SMILE AND LOVES HIS GRANDMA(I THINK HE GOT KICKED OUT BY HIS DAD AND MOVED IN WITH HIS GRAN LIKE DARCY IN HEART STOPPER. THE FANDOM CROSSOVERS IN MY HC ARE CRAZY)

WHEREAS BARTY IS THIS(ALSO KINDA SCARY) MORE ANDROGYNOUS GUY(IK DARRENS NB BTW BUT I STAN FTM BARTY WHOS SO FUCKING PETTY HE NAMES HIMSELF AFTER HIS TRANSPHOBIC FATHER) IN THE WAY HE ACTS AND DRESSES ETC ETC BARTY WEARS SKIRTS. BUT ALSO ITS BEEN PRETTY WIDELY AGREED UPON IN THE FANDOM THAT BARTY IS A VERY SEXUAL PERSON(*COUGH COUGH DARREN*) WHO NOBODY WOULD EXPECT TO GO OUT WITH AN ACE PERSON. IN FACT I DOUBT HE HAD ACTUALLY HAD ANY REAL RELATIONSHIPS BEFORE, WETHER IT WAS BECAUSE HE ONLY WANTED SEX FROM THEM BC HE WASNT, UNBEKNOWNST TO HIM, IN LOVE WITH EVAN(OR IS DEMIROMANTIC AND NEVER WAS ABLE TO KNOW PEOPLE LONG ENOUGH TO REALLY FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT THEM. < I STAN DEMIROMANTIC BARTY SO HARD)

OR(THIS IS IMPORTANT IT NEEDS ITS OWN PARAGRAPH) BECAUSE OF HIS REPUTATION AS SOMEONE WHO SLEEPS AROUND(SINCE HE WOULD NEVER INITIALLY HAVE FEELINGS PEOPLE ASSUMED A RELATIONSHIP WASNT WHAT HE WANTED WHEN REALLY IT WAS BUT HE NEEDED TO GET TO KNOW THE PERSON MORE TO LIKE THEM THAT WAY BUT THEY WERE GONE BEFORE HE COULD) PEOPLE WOULDNT REALLY ASK HIM OUT OR EVEN TRY TO GET TO KNOW HIM, EVEN IF HE SUGGESTED GOING ON DATES OR SAID HE WANTED MORE THAN JS SEX BUT HE WANTED TO GET TO KNOW THEM FIRST. AND THEYD JS USE HIM FOR SEX.

OBVIOUSLY IN THE 70S THEY DIDNT HAVE LABELS FOR THESE THINGS(HELL IVE WATCHED 2000S SHOWS WHERE PEOPLE ARENT EVEN AWARE OF BI PEOPLE EXISTING) SO BARTY WOULD THINK THAT SINCE HE DIDNT INITIALLY HAVE FEELINGS THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG WITH HIM(SIMILARLY TO EVAN IN YOUR MICROFIC) AND HE WOULD LISTEN TO DORCAS TALK ABOUT THE GRYFFINDOR BEATER WHO SHES ONLY TALKED TO A COUPLE TIMES, SAYING HOW MUCH SHE HATES HER(WHEN ITS CLEAR THAT SHE DOESNT). AND HED SEE PANDORA PRACTICALLY WORSHIPPING THIS PERSON SHES HAD ONE CONVERSATION WITH(XENOPHILIUS OR LILY, TAKE YOUR PICK). AND REGULUS, TALKING ABOUT JAMES; "WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING CONSIDERATE". AND SURE, THEY TALK ABOUT HOW HOT THESE PEOPLE ARE(DIRECTLY OR INDIRECTLY) BUT MORE OFTEN THAN NOT THEY PREFER TO SWOON OVER THEIR PERSONALITIES AND THE THINGS THEY DO AND HOW THEY TREAT OTHER PEOPLE.

SO HE THINKS THERES SOMETHING WRONG WITH HIM UNTIL HE REALISES HE FEELS THAT WAY ABOUT EVAN AND EVERYTHING FALLS INTO PLACE.

to be clear i dont think darren is demiromantic i js got carried away from comparing rosekiller to... da$h? idk their ship name.

i literally just woke up i wrote so much oml

@rosekillermicrofic - november 28th - monster - word count: 472

“Barty! I’m not wired that way! I can’t make you happy”

“I don’t need sex to be happy, Ev! I want you for who you are!” Barty yelled, trying to get Evan to believe him.

Evan’s hands flew above his head. “Why?! I’m a freak. I’m a- a monster!”

“Evan, no. That is not true” except Evan still had his doubts.

“Rosie… I love you, and I’ll love you even if you are a monster. We can be monsters together”

“But you love sex”

“I do, but not enough that it’s gonna stop me from being with the person I love” sitting next to Evan on the bed, Barty put an arm around him. “Trust me, I can live without it”

“How long have you ever gone without… having sex?”

“I don’t know. Like, four months” he answered truthfully.

“Right. And so you’d be totally fine if we never did it at all?”

“How many times do I have to say that I don’t need sex to be happy?” He said with a chuckle.

Evan had an unsure smile on his face. Barty needed him to know that he loved him no matter what.

“Evan, you mean the world to me. You have accepted and loved me despite all my shit. Let me do the same for you”

Evan’s hands made their way to Barty’s thighs and pulled him into his lap to straddle him.

“Geez, Bee… you are an angel sent from fucking heaven. You know that?”

“More like a demon from hell” Barty replied, wrapping his arms around the other boys neck.

“Demons were all once angels”

“Well, you seem to be feeling a bit better” Barty said with a light giggle, running his hands through Evan’s hair.

“Yeah. A little”

“I love you, Rosie”

“I know” he said, pressing a kiss to Barty’s lips. “I love you too, Bat”

Evan was truly grateful to have Barty. No one was like him. No one was as accepting and understanding. He really was an angel, despite what others thought of him, and especially what Barty thought of himself.

They were both fucked up, yes. But they had each other. They were made for each other. Evan had always known that but now… now it was clearer. Now, he knew he and Barty would be together forever, no matter what they were, or what they went through.

Evan sighed with his forehead pressed to Barty’s and whispered “Je t'aime tellement, mon ange”

[rhiannonsknife]

the teaser made me miss shauna so much, could you please write more hcs for her? maybe a part 2 of dating shauna in the wilderness or anything really!!

— summary: dating shauna shipman in the wilderness hcs (part 1).

— warnings: implied canon typical violence/dark themes. gn!reader. established relationship. angst. hurt/comfort. another post that’s been in my drafts ever since the yj teaser dropped.

shauna who only ever allows herself to be vulnerable with you.

as i’ve already said in this fic, shauna definitely starts isolating herself as much as possible after losing jackie and later the baby. dating her means navigating all layers of bitterness and grief she wraps herself in to survive. only with you, she allows a little bit of vulnerability to show. it’s rare, even when you’re around, but there are moments when her voice cracks as she whispers, “i don’t want to be alone anymore”

shauna who isn’t someone to openly seek your comfort…

…but when you sit beside her in the dim light of the cabin, your shoulder brushing hers, she doesn’t pull away. instead, she leans in, just barely but it’s there. it becomes a habit; silent moments of proximity where she doesn’t need to say anything, but your presence is the only thing keeping her grounded. she’s too afraid to ask for it, to verbalize her needs for closeness and affection, so you learn to read her. to understand what gives shauna away when she’s overwhelmed, scared, or simply in need of a good hug.

shauna, who couldn’t sleep through the night if it wasn’t for you.

the nightmares start after jackie’s death (and only get worse after she loses the baby, too): visions of jackie’s frozen face, her skin tinged blue, or hearing her voice in the stillness. sometimes she dreams of holding the baby, warm and whole, only to wake to the emptiness of the cabin. on those nights, you often find her pacing or sitting at the cabin window, her breath fogging the glass. “shauna,” you’ll whisper softly whenever you find her there, careful not to startle her. “come back to bed” shauna shakes her head, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. “i can’t sleep. every time i close my eyes…” her voice breaks, and she presses a fist to her mouth, as if she could hold it all in. you move closer, gently brushing your fingers over her shoulder. “you don’t have to do this alone. let me help”

shauna, who’s angry more often than not.

dating her in the wilderness means keeping up with her anger. it’s not always fair: she’ll lash out about something small, snapping at you for being “too loud” or for trying to comfort her when she isn’t ready and sometimes you have to bite back your own frustration. “why are you always in my space?” she snaps one evening when you reach for her hand. the others glance over, but no one says anything. you pull back, swallowing the hurt. “i just wanted to help”. shauna only mutters: “i don’t need your help,” before turning away. but later, after the fire dies down and most of the others have drifted off, her apology comes quietly: not in words, but in the way she slides a plate of food across the table toward you without meeting your eyes. “you haven’t eaten,” she says simply, her voice softer now. you take the plate, and though you’re still a little raw, you thank her. shauna doesn’t respond, but when you sit down beside her, she lets your knee brush against hers. you know she’s trying, even if she doesn’t always have the words.

shauna who is so insanely touch starved :(

i refuse to shut up about how touch starved shauna must be!!! she craves physical touch but is reluctant to initiate it, her body stiff and guarded even when you’re close. it’s always you who has to reach out. at first, shauna tenses, like she doesn’t know what to do with the softness, but she never pulls away. one night, after a fight with one of your teammates that leaves her trembling, you find her sitting on the edge of your shared sleeping space, her head in her hands. wordlessly, you kneel in front of her, placing your hands lightly on her knees. “shauna,” you whisper, waiting for her to look at you. “i don’t know how to do this,” she admits. “you don’t have to know,” you say, your hands sliding up to hold hers. “just let me be here for you!” for a long moment, she doesn’t move. then, all at once, she leans into you, her arms wrapping around your waist. her grip on you is almost desperate, her fingers clutching at your back like she’s afraid you’ll vanish if she lets go or holds on too loosely.“don’t go,” shauna murmurs

shauna, whose grief is something that is always present.

it is palpable, even though the others won’t acknowledge it the way you do. they’re scared to upset shauna further, you can tell as much, and make use of being her little soft spot: you’ve found her sobbing quietly behind the cabin before, clutching jackie’s old shirt or staring into the distance where the burial site is. the first time, you weren’t sure what to do, afraid your presence might make it worse. “shauna,” you had murmured, taking a hesitant step forward. she didn’t look at you, didn’t say a word, but she didn’t tell you to leave, either. now, when you find her there, you sit beside her quietly. she doesn’t always acknowledge you, her gaze distant, but you know your presence means something. those moments are hard for both of you, but being there for her (even when she doesn’t necessarily show it) means everything to shauna.

shauna, who will come out of her shell to defend you.

if anyone threatens you or even questions your place in the group, she’ll speak up, her voice sharp, her eyes narrowing dangerously. despite her own struggles, her care for you shows in her loyalty and the way she’ll stand up for you when she needs to. “leave her alone,” she’ll snap from the corner of the room, where she’s usually just a spectator to what’s going on. yet her tone leaves no room for anyone to question her. after what she’s done to lottie, no one would talk back to shauna. they don’t dare to.

shauna who loves loves loves (!!!) kissing you.

more specifically when you kiss her. for all her reluctance towards physical touch, her obsession with your lips against her skin will show the moment you two have a little bit of time to yourselves. the first time shauna kisses you, it’s almost accidental: a spontaneous press of her lips to yours as she thanks you for something small, like fixing her torn gloves. but, after that, she begins seeking those moments more often, kissing you softly when the others aren’t looking, her touch lingering. also: kissing shauna’s hands!!! speaking of fixing her gloves: whenever you pull them back into place, you place a kiss to each of her finger tips. when she’s cupping your face, you’ll turn your head to press your lips to her palms, when she’s holding your hand, you’ll kiss the back of hers softly. every chance you can get to kiss her hands, you will take!!! you don’t care about the things those hands have done and for her it’s a reminder that she might still be deserving of someone’s love and care after all.

shauna, who insists that she doesn’t need anyone at all.

yet when you’re gone for even a little while; off gathering firewood, checking the traps, or helping someone else, her resolve starts to crack. obviously, shauna tries to hide it, but her eyes flick toward the door every few minutes, searching for you. “you were gone a while,” she says one night when you return. “everything okay?” you ask, sitting down beside her. “yeah. fine” she doesn’t meet your eyes, staring at the fire instead. you let the silence settle for a moment before brushing your hand against hers. when your fingers intertwine, you finally feel her relax, the tension in her shoulders melting just slightly. “you know i’ll always come back,” you murmur, squeezing her hand. she glances at you then, her lips twitching into the faintest smile. “i know,” she says quietly.

shauna, who smiles so rarely that it makes your heart jump when she actually does.

after all this time, you still find ways to make her laugh. or smile, at least. whether it’s a joke about misty’s endless chatter (that normally drives her up the walls) or an comment about nat’s defiance, you occasionally managed to coax a smile out of shauna. a real one. you’ll lean in, lowering your voice just enough for only shauna to hear, and the corner of her mouth twitches before she lets out a reluctant chuckle. “you’re so annoying” she mutters, though the amusement in her voice gives her away. shauna lowkey hates how much she loves it, the way you make her feel like herself again, even if it’s just for a second. there’s no point in faking smiles out here, no one to impress, and yet you still manage to pull them out of her.

shauna, who eventually starts sharing moments of the past with you.

you two find comfort in playing make believe: reminiscing about life before the crash and how everything was supposed to be after nationals. you would’ve won, obviously. you would’ve been champions, then, made everyone proud. eventually, the conversation shifts, as it always does, to what was lost. shauna talks about her parents, about her mom, mostly. she talks about her love for writing, how she used to dream of going to brown, studying there, and maybe becoming an author someday. “i wonder if i’d have been any good at it,” she says, her voice quieter now, her gaze distant.“you would’ve been amazing,” you tell her without hesitation. “you still can be!” shauna looks at you, and for a moment, it’s like you’re seeing the girl she used to be. the girl she still is, buried underneath all the grief and anger. talking to her always feels like that. “what about you?” she asks. you shrug, leaning closer to her. “i think…i just wanted to see what was next, you know? back then, it all seemed so clear. now…” you trail off, gesturing vaguely toward your surroundings. shauna nods, “yeah,” she murmurs, her hand brushing against yours.

the least you can do now is to pretend. and so you do: piecing together the lives you were supposed to have, the futures, and for a little while, it’s enough.

[halforresterluvsford]

if you wish for stancest asks may I please humbly present to you: I hc that Ford has a sketchbook FULL of drawings of Stan that vary from doodles to full on portraits, and when they finally confess and Stan is finally clued into the sketchbook’s existence, Ford can use him for a…live model, shall we say 🤭

Ford so has a Stan Journal™️ where he catalogues every detail of Stanley, he draws him on every page. This man is like me, I fear.

“Ford, c’mon-“

“You promised me, Stanley. Now go on.”

“Ugh, fine! But no promises I’m doin’ this again!”

Yeah, Stanley promised he’d model for Ford, his journal was full of sketches of him and Ford has begged for a live model. Naturally, Stan agreed. He can’t exactly say why he did, but he knows the thought of Ford spending hours just looking at him in great detail sent pleasant shivers down his spine. He didn’t expect to have to wear this though.

Ford had pleaded for him to put on the outfit of his choice, and Stan would do almost anything for his brother. But he didn’t think Ford would want him to wear lingerie. The red lace hugs his hips and prominently cups and shows off his half hard dick, the baby doll top actually holds his chest well, giving his some actual cleavage instead of just sag, and the rest of it flows down over his large stomach. He protested showing off his stomach at first, but Ford made a compelling argument that night, spending hours worshiping Stan’s belly. And yeah, Stan can’t argue with that.

“Now spread your knees just a fraction, Stanley. And pull your shoulders back, the emphasis needs to be on your chest there!” came Ford’s demanding voice as he gives Stan a once over in their bed, pillows and blankets tossed to the side for a blank background.

Ugh. The pose is worse than the lingerie, he thinks. Ford had him pose leaned back on his knees, slightly spread, hands clasped behind his back, thrusting his chest out. In this pose, Ford can see everything. Every twitch, every adjustment, and the slow hardening of Stan’s cock as he’s dressed up and posed so lewdly.

“Can I at least have a pillow f’ my knees? They’re killing me over here!” Stan grumbles, an embarrassed blush spreading up to his ears, his face a faint shade of red.

“Of course, Stanley. I’m sorry, I should’ve thought about that beforehand.” Ford gathers two pillows tossed of their bed and stacks them together before helping Stan kneel on the, adjusting his outfit to better show him off as he goes. Ford’s adjustment of Stan’s burgeoning erection cause him to choke on some spit and twitch. Ford just gives his clothed cock a little pat and heads back to his chair.

Stan just grumbles and settles down, trying his best to get comfortable, knowing this will take hours to do for how obsessed Ford can be about things. It does bring a warm feeling in his chest, thinking about how much Ford cares about him to draw him so much and so carefully detailed. Maybe Stan will model for him again, if it brings these nice feelings to the forefront.

“Straighten your back, Stanley! This doesn’t work if you slouch! And remember, keep your head tilted! And your hips angled-“

Yeah, maybe he won’t.

[4rmins]

I know you normally do x reader but if you do megumi x idatori I will be forever in your debt!

Don't worry about it if you don't feel like it tho <3

⊹₊⟡⋆꩜ .ᐟ — “𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧”

pairing : yuuji itadori x megumi fushiguro

warnings : swearing, death jokes

description : bf socmed interactions + hcs between yuuji and megumi

— megumi LOVES to cuddle and kiss, but only behind closed doors. however, it took two months of dating before he felt comfortable with any kind of affection (he's so emotionally constipated)

— yuuji will fight megumi to be the big spoon, he just loves holding megumi in his arms. every now and then, he'll give megumi a squeeze and kiss the back of his head

— yuuji is the only person megumi lets touch his hair. yuuji loves to play with megumis hair and will often put bows on it (and then send pics to gojo and nobara)

— yuuji is BIG on posting megumi and him (most photo credits go to nobara as she usually third wheels)

— gojo was the last to know that megumi liked yuuji AND the last to know they were dating

— in fact, when he found out he started crying and blubbering about how his “little boy is all grown up now”, completely embarrassing megumi (he lives to embarrass megumi)

— yuuji always ropes megumi into playing fortnite with him. as much as megumi pretends to hate playing, he loves hanging out with yuuji and seeing him get REALLY into the game

— yuuji and megumi have a private minecraft server where their beds are pushed side by side (megumi has a whole field of flowers in the shape of a heart for yuuji)

— they regularly play dress to impress with nobara and yuuji ALWAYS gets podium (much to nobara’s chagrin)

— it took megumi more than half a year of dating before he said “i love you”. yuuji, on the other hand, said it about three months after they started dating.

— contrary to popular belief, megumi is MORE in love with yuuji than yuuji is with megumi

honestly i dont think this is my best work? i didnt know if u wanted a smau or anything written so i just added hcs. going thru major writers block sorry 😞

instagram photo is from pinterest, poorly edited the hair

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[800db-cloud]

PLEASE POST THE ONE MILLION DOODLES YOU ARE SHY TO POST /pos 🙏

sure thang o7 here are some i made that i think are good enough to post. can you tell who my favorite merc to draw is

re: the last comic: i have way too many spy hcs. Way Too Many. anyway here’s (BLU) spy accidentally traumadumping on his teammates. is he Alright.

[achillean-knight]

Part 2

[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

Marvels After Credit Scene that Didn't Happen but is Canon in My Heart:

So I really want a scene of one of the Flerkittens (white with blue eyes) to be wandering around the street meowing and then we see boots coming up to it and two hands reach out and then you see it.

The metal arm.

It picks up the kitten and walks off, maybe if you're feeling really fancy maybe a few lines of quiet "hey, hey, it's okay Sweetheart" or something like that and then BOOM we have Alpine in the MCU

Then cut to Thunderbolts and Bucky still has no idea that Al is a Flerken until they're in a fight and she gets attacked and Bucky is terrified they're gonna hurt his cat and then Alpine just gobbles them up and then like Yelena is like "JAMES BARNES WHAT THE FUCK"... Cut to Bucky looking equal parts horrified and impressed and just picks up Alpine and goes "uh...good girl?"

[artsycooky13]

i peeked into the sonic fandom and this dynamic grew on me. also satbk was really cool