#absolutely obliterate him lovingly

[thirstyforjere]

[writingsbytee]

I LOVE YOU

SUMMARY: The reader and Terry say ‘I love you for the first time’

WARNINGS:  SMUT!!! 18+; MINORS DON’T INTERACT!!!!!;  ‘p’ in ‘v’, pure filth; MDOM; use of “daddy”, “babygirl”; size kink; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it); switch; slight FDOM if you squint.

Word count: 1.587

Please be nice to me. This is my first time ever writing or posting for other people to consume. I accept constructive criticism but don’t be mean please. I hope you guys enjoy! I'm so excited to share this with you guys. Please don’t plagiarize my work 😘

“Fuck Daddy! Right there! Right there! Oh God!” I nearly scream into my pillow. 

“Yeah? That’s the spot baby?” Terry moans, as he obliterates my cervix with his thick dick. His thrusts are punishing. He is tearing my ass up and I’m loving every second of it. 

“Y- yes Daddy it feels so good. You always make me feel so gooood”, I moan out. I’m almost delirious at this point. We’ve been going at it for hours now. Terry and I rented a cabin in Lake Tahoe for our first anniversary. We could barely unpack before we were on each other. 

“Deeper Daddy! Please! I need to feel that big fucking dick in my stomach! Please give it to me Daddy!” This man has me moaning like an absolute slut. Saying things that would make a monk blush. 

“Well, fucking take this dick baby. Take it all,” Terry growls, grabbing a few pillows, and placing one under my head and my lower stomach. He then grabbed both my arms, pinning them behind my back, then using his other hand to hold my head against my pillow, and then he went to WORK.

If I thought we were fucking before, that’s nothing compared to what we’re doing now. He is digging my shit out. His dick is punishing my cervix like it stole something. I let out a high-pitched moan when one of his hands came cracking down on my ass. He slid his hand to hold the back of my throat and I practically purred, complete putty in this man’s hand. 

“Fuck yeah, baby! Look at you, being such a good girl f’me. Taking Daddy’s dick like a champion. Baby, you’re so pretty like this.” Terry rains praise after praise on me and I can’t help but bounce my ass just a bit harder.

“Ooh you like hearing that shit huh baby? You’re doing so good for me pretty girl. Fuck you’re so wet baby I feel like I’ll slide out. This is the best fucking pussy ever! Shit! Yeah, that’s right fuck your dick baby. Take that shit c’mon!”

“Terry! Fuck! It’s feels so good! I need this baby fuck I love you,” I moan out. I barely process him pulling out of me before he flips me over. 

“What’d you say?” Terry asks.

“Hmm?” I ask in a daze.

“Just now baby, what did you say?” Terry asks coming face to face with me.

I close my eyes recalling the last few minutes and I gasp. I look up at Terry, and he looks like the world’s cutest golden retriever. 

I smile before saying, “I love you, Terry.”

He grins wide at me, “I was supposed to say it first. Now I have to punish you for stealing my thunder.”

“Oh no!” I say rolling my eyes.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Terry asked his voice deepening sexily.

“I did, and what are you going to do about it, Daddy?” I ask flipping back over and interlocking my hands at the base of my spine. 

Terry chuckles darkly before interlacing one of his hands with both of mine. I hear the crack of his hand across my asscheek before I feel it. The delicious warmth spreading across my ass pulls a needy whine from deep in my belly. Terry grips the meat of my asscheek soothing the burn before he leans forward to whisper in my ear.

“Start counting babygirl.” He raises back up, his hand lays in three slaps back to back. 

A squeal leaves my lips as the third slap lands, “one, two, three”

“I can’t fucking hear you!” Terry grabs the ponytail he so lovingly put my hair in before he yanks me up.

“C’mon, you can be loud talking all that shit. Be loud while I’m laying into this ass. Just for that start over,” Terry says in my ear. His voice is so sexy I could come from this alone.

“No, Daddy please don’t! I need you! Please!” I moan out grinding back trying to catch his dick.

“Oh, what’s wrong? You want me to fuck this pussy don’t you baby?”

I moan, “Yes, yes, please!”

“Listen to yourself. So fucking desperate for this dick. Why should I give it to you? Huh?!” He lands three more slaps on my ass.

“Ugh! Because I love you, baby. Don’t you want me to show you?” I smirk and shake my ass, jiggling the way he likes. 

“Fucking show me then. Take your fucking dick baby”, Terry says as he leans back on on his calves. I take that as my sign to show out. 

“Let me turn around Daddy. I want to see you, please,” I whine trying to get out of his grip. 

“Well, since you asked so nicely, I guess that’s fine. But, you’re doing all the work. Show me you love me baby”, Terry whispers in my ear while rubbing my clit in slow agonizing circles. 

 I moan as he releases my hands and slowly turn around. I look up at my handsome ex-marine and my hearts warms as I give him a dopey smile.

“What’s got you smiling all big baby?”, Terry asks caressing my cheek.

I lean into his hand, “Oh nothing, just love you.”

“I love you too babygirl, now come on and fuck me so we can get pho later,” Terry chuckles with another slap on my ass. A man that feeds me after he fucks me silly? Yeah, let me fuck the shit out him real quick. I turn in his arms and lace my fingers behind his neck.

“Kiss me,” I say pulling his head towards mine so that our lips could meet.  When our lips finally meet, I slide myself down his thick shaft. 

“Ohh Daddy you’re so deep inside me,” I moan as the tip of his dick kisses my cervix.

“Right where I belong, now get to work before I take over,” Terry says his hand sliding down to my throat gripping slightly. 

“Whatever daddy wants,” I moan as I slide myself up and down his dick. I watch Terry’s face changes as I start grinding. 

“Mm, fuck baby that’s what I’m talking about. Fuck me,” Terry’s eyes darken the color of storm clouds, his teeth buried in his lip, and his brow furrowed. 

“You look so sexy like this baby, taking my pussy like a good boy. Tell me how much you love it,” I say in his ear before taking a small bite.

Terry groans tilting his head back like he can’t take it and my smirk widens, “I love your pussy baby, you know I do. Always so warm and wet for me, fuck you’re going to make be cum”

“Lift that head up baby look at me, show me how good it feels,” I shift on my toes so that I can bounce a little bit harder. He lifts his head up to look at me. Seeing Terry become undone by me has to be the biggest turn on. This mountain of a man, and I do mean man is a whimpering, moaning mess because of me. If that doesn’t make a woman feel like a goddess I don’t know what will.

“Oh baby I love seeing you like this. You’re so pussy drunk you can barely keep your eyes open. I’m getting close baby I need you to do something for me ok Daddy?”

“Anything babygirl, whatever you want.. mm fuck I’m going to cum”, Terry’s trying to hold on. The grip on my hips so tight I know they’ll be bruises in the morning. 

“That’s what I want Daddy. Come. Fill this pussy up, give me everything you have. I need it”, I whine mouthing all over his neck. 

Terry brings his hand towards my clit and starts to rub with his thumb while pressing my lower belly with his remaining fingers. 

“Oh shit! Terry! Fuck!”, I scream as the dam breaks. I come so hard my eyes cross. Next thing I know my face is buried in the pillows again and Terry is pounding my shit.

“Yeah you was talking all that shit! Fuck, now look at you! Dick made you stupid huh?”

I’m a moaning mess. Tears streaming down my face at the overstimulation. The dick definitely made me stupid. 

“I’m about to fill this pussy up! Fucccckkkk”, Terry groans cumming deep inside me. I hum satisfied mumbling a quiet ‘thank you daddy’. He slides out of me slowly before flopping next to me on his back. 

“Goddamn baby. We couldn’t even get in the door good,” Terry chuckles. I reach for him, my hand rubbing his chest right above his heart. 

“ It was so worth it, I love you baby,” I say looking up at him still too fucked out to move. 

Terry leans over placing a kiss at the base of my spine, “Not as much as I love you. Now come on let’s go eat before you get too tired”

[i-cant-sing]

I'm not sure what I want to write about but I have this very overwhelmingly strong urge to write about Platonic Yandere Gojo Saturo x teen/adult reader. And not like just light fluff, I'm talking about unhinged yandere Gojo- the one from the latest panels where he was fighting with Sukuna- that Gojo.

Like that Gojo just radiates "buffed up cool dad finally puts his foot down and is now actually low key scary".

Hmm, I mean I could see unhinged Shibuya arc Gojo just going absolutely feral as he drags you away from Toji (your dad) and begins to actively kill him, no matter how much you beg and grovel to spare your father's life. How you can't bare to see your dad taken from you again.

But Gojo? Nah, he doesn't care. He was serious when he took you in (kidnapped u from Naoya/Zenin Clan) and told u that he'll be the father you need.

And he doesn't even have any qualms about knocking you out either, he doesn't need u interfering mid battle and getting injured in the process. He might even hand u over to Yuta and others and cheerfully threaten them to keep you safe while he obliterates Toji, because yes Gojo is 100000% jealous of Toji and you bonding/being closer to each other than u are with Gojo. How fucing dare you??? Does he need to do the speech again?

"Through heavens and earth, I alone am tge honored one" or whatever 🙄🙄🙄

OR OR OR

Listen to me- Romantic yandere UNHINGED Gojo with reader who'd been selected by his clan, trained and raised by them for you to be Gojo's bride. Obviously, growing up Gojo was like "yeahhh, you're not good enough for me" and well treated her like absolute trash (he insulted her) which them lead the clan to be even more harsh on you because why the hell are you still not able to seduce Gojo????? So, basically poor reader is just being absolutely miserable throughout her life until one day the Gojo Clan is finally like "Alright, we gave it our best and Saturo still doesn't like u, so you can work as a maid in our house" and like instantaneously her life turns much better now that she doesn't have the pressure to be the trophy wife/heir producer for Gojo, and reader now can even leave the house to run errands.

But then Gojo notices that there is one less person who was constantly fawning over him, vying for his attention, and he's trying to figure it out who it is when he realises its you! And when he asks his clan about you, they tell him that they demoted u to a servant instead of future Mrs Gojo and Saturo is like "hm. Okay." And it doesn't exactly hit him how much this affected him until he saw you giggling away with some man.

He doesn't react immeadiately, still treating you like you're just nonexistent to him, but deep down, it eats him up the way you were touching that man's arm, the way you looked at him like he hung the stars for you.

Why tf weren't you like this with him?

Whatever. You're just... so beneath him. Why even bother thinking about you?

And then Shibuya arc happens. This man gets trapped in the prison realm and most of his thoughts are occupied by you, and how after be defeats Sukuna and the gang, he's gonna date you and you'll be touching his arm, looking at him with goo goo eyes.

Except when he comes out, for whatever fucking reason, you're fucking clinging onto some guys shoulders, acting like you're a damsel in distress, and if things weren't worse before, they certainly were when you kissed the man in front of him (okay but like u didn't know Gojo was watching u two. Like you were with your man in alley, kissing and hugging each ither lovingly after just barely escaping death from curses and then mf Gojo is just hovering in the sky above you)

Of course, now it's instantaneous death for your man, and then Gojo is just dragging you screaming and crying, and you're like "WHY? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME??" And Gojo very cheerfully tells you, as if he still wasn't covered in blood from your man-

"I don't want my wife-to-be cheating on me."

Like whoa! Where tf did that came from???? And you're all like "What are u talking about??? Your clan ended our relationship- if you could even call it that?? Besides, you're the one who always said that we're not compatible because I'm beneath you."

And Gojo doesn't even bat an eye, as he goes "doesn't matter. You were born for me. You were made for me to marry, play with, discard, do as I please. So don't you ever even look at another man again, or I will be the one to rip your eyes out." And you know that he's capable of doing that after u just witnessed the live demonstration of your man being murdered.

Anyways, jealous Gojo, be it romantic or platonic, is dangerous unhinged Gojo.

Look at him, the tiny waist, the Toji Fushiguro fit.

[bruisedboys]

I have a concerning amount of Bradley Bradshaw thoughts, so I was so excited to see your post asking for them!! You also made a post about being bad at eye contact and I’ve never related to something more in my life. So…

I started thinking about Bradley and shy!r who can’t hold eye contact with him!! But I can’t decide if he’d be understanding or hold your face toward his and lovingly tease you. What do you think??

(This is my first time requesting but I’ve been following you for a while and love your blog!🤍)

omg. so I’ve decided he absolutely does the second one because he’s such a huge flirt …… also I made this a blurb hope you don’t mind !!

bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x fem!reader

You’re out grocery shopping with Bradley (which is nerve wracking enough already, he keeps pulling you out of the way of other customers by the waist, leaning over your shoulder to read the ingredients on a tub of yoghurt you’re looking at, his face an inch from yours) when he stops in the ice cream section and just looks at you. At first you think you’ve got something on your face.

“What?” You ask, confused and a little self conscious.

“You look really pretty,” he says simply, smiling that awful (gorgeous) smile that you hate (love) and obliterating any thoughts of self consciousness you previously had. “I’m so in love with you I could die, sweetheart. Seriously.”

Your heart seems to explode out of your chest. Your face gets hot and you’re sure your legs almost give out. You can’t look at him any longer because he’s so handsome and he’s lovely and kind and looking at him means knowing he’s looking right back at you. With his stupid gorgeous brown eyes and pretty smile and undeniably handsome moustache.

You avert your gaze to the linoleum floor. Staring at it as if it will save you from your incredibly sweet boyfriend. And then said boyfriend starts laughing. He laughs and you should be offended, should tell him off for laughing at you when you’re literally being tortured in the middle of the grocery store, but his laugh is maybe your favourite sound in the whole world.

Bradley drops the carton of ice cream he’s holding in the cart and surges forward to take your face in his hands, never rough but definitely demanding of your attention.

“Babe,” he says, faux serious, eyebrows pinched in an almost-glare, though his grin betrays the act. He lifts your jaw so you’re looking at him again. “I’m talking to you. You know it’s rude to look away while I’m talking to you.”

He’s joking, of course he is. He knows how shy you are and would never ever demean you for it. Still, you struggle to meet his eyes, opting for staring at his nose instead.

“Bradley,” you say, breathless but trying not to be. “You can’t just say something like that while I’m trying to get groceries. It’s life ruining.”

“Life ruining!” Bradley laughs, loud and ecstatic. “You’re life ruining. You’re so lovely it makes me sick. Can’t you give a guy a break?”

“Oh my gosh,” you complain, almost begging with him. “Stop.”

You wrestle your way out of his grip (he doesn’t put up much of a fight at all. If he did you’d still be firmly stuck), and step away, hot around the collar, stomach churning with butterflies, wishing the floor would swallow you up.

Bradley just grins at you. “You’re cute,” he says. “Come on, let’s find the sprinkles. Do you want chocolate syrup too?”

You honestly don’t think your stomach could handle it.

[wanderingconstellations]

yua i know your requests are flooded so let this one sit here until you're ready, but i needed to share

i need scaramouche to fuck my anxiety/overthinking away

he just keeps out degrading my overthinking with filthy words, kissing/brushing off my genuine tears away, me repeatedly saying love you because its true 🥺 and he doesnt know what to say back because hes so overstimulated, we cant think, and he loves me so much more, so he does what he do best, degrading me oh so lovingly while we repeatedly fuck until who knows what am, until we physically literally cant anymore, but we're trained people, hes a former fatui ffs, our strength and stamina helps us for so long, maybe even a day, and only resting for a few minutes after cumming, then going again and again literally missing a day or two's worth of commission work or anything else because we're just that addicted

need him to scream my name with "fuck" "im cumming" nnh need him to breed me so bad

I can imagine him going on until the sunrises, maybe until lunch time if that's possible.

Breeding. Mating Press. Creampie. Scara being messy as fuck with his cum. Cockdrunk Reader. Pussydrunk Scara. Fem! Reader (mentioned of she but it's mostly gn with fem bodied reader.) Overstim. Scara absolutely obliterating you in bed. Messy. Degradation, mixed with slight praise.

Your head his spinning, your mind is filled with nothing but the person who's literally fucking you into the oblivion. His tender hands caresses your body, worshipping n' peppering it in kisses, coating it with his cum until he's overstimulated.

Your eyes scroll up to the back of your head, nails digging n' scratching his back so deliriously that he has to fuck his cum deeper into you :((

Lewd squelching filled your ears, his cock bullies its way once more into your cum-filled pussy, fucking more of his cum into you.

"Look at you..so messy, all sprawled out for me.. Love you s'much.."

He grunts, pulling his cock out once more and slamming it back inside, watching how more cum leaks out. It's so satisfying. Your pussy is so good, so nice and snuggly, sooo warm..

"I bet you'll look good with a swollen belly, won't you? You're such a sweet little thing, all dumb and pretty for me."

You whine at the lost of his cock, but only to be soon flipped over to your stomach and your ass raised up in the air just tells you what next.

"Scaraaa..need s'much more.."

He chuckles at your words, simply pistoling his dick in and relishing how your warm walls squeeze and milk his cock.

"Aww..did the little slut have enough yet? I don't think she is.. it's not like her little pussy would mind being filled some more, right?"

Fuck. It's so good, so addicting. His cock is hitting all the right spots, you can't help but just squirt all over while the tip of his dick was kissing your sweet spot so nicely that you'll cum again. A creamy ring was visible on his shaft, it's just so lovely isn't it? <33

"Wait..ScaRA!! SCARA!! S'TOO MUCH! C-CAN'T CUM ANYMORE!!"

Your body twitched, writhing while your sweet lover was relentlessly pounding from behind in an inhumane pace. Your head is spinning, the pleasure is so good, you don't even remember why you were even crying in the first place.

"ooOooOH! SCARA!!! R-RIGHT THERE! RIGHT!! F-FUCK!"

Incoherent babbles filled his ears. His lips curled into a lustful grin as you cum all over his cock once again, coating it with your creamy essence. Your walls were twitching, body sweating and covered with his own cum.

"Would you look at that... Your dripping cunny is still sucking me in. So.. so fucking needy of you, but that's okay— ngh! You're my little slut to fuck after all.."

[puckpocketed]

Tagged a millennia ago by @dijkstraspath and @cataroo sorry this was obliterated from my mind at the time </3

✨ noº1 team?

No number 1 team. I am a fickle creature whose heart is easily swayed by narratives!! My beloved teams, plural, are the Sharks, Kraken, Ducks, Wild, and recently the VGK! We have a soft spot a mile wide for losers and girlfailures. I am easily bamboozled by Antics and Shenanigans. Assume no teams are safe from my love. I always say: I have NO enemies in ice hockey except the refs/situation room <3

🥅 your favourite goalie?

My whole heart belongs to the oppressed goalie tandems on basement tier teams (Gibson/Dostal, Kahkonen/Blackwood, Soderblom/Mrazek)

Fav goalie to watch, who will always have a place in my heart? Joey Daccord! He has anime-protagonist levels of skill and he is a joy to watch in net. Truly creative, proactive, and unique. I see him going very far.

🔟 what would be your jersey number?

17! For the first two serial numbers of the Enterprise NCC-1701

🏒 what team would you love to play for?

PWHL New York, because women+teal <3

❤️‍🔥 who is your favourite player currently?

Thinking endlessly about Brock Faber. Girlies (gn) know I’ve been writing an essay about him for like a month, which has blossomed into something well beyond the scope of what I originally wanted to write.

👀 a trade that hurt you emotionally?

I haven’t been around ice hockey long enough for a trade to hurt me yet, but I’m not unfamiliar with trade heartbreak!

I have been in esports for years, and the first trade that fucked me up was support player ArK getting traded from the New York Excelsior to the Washington Justice. It was 5 years ago, the meta had shifted away from ArK’s best heroes, and the bombshell dropped on twitter. I was devastated. The NYXL core had been together through so much, I thought. They existed pre-Overwatch League, as LW Blue and LW Red. They were a family.

They reunited, briefly, during OWL All-Stars, and every moment of it hurt. ArK retired in 2020 after leading the Washington Justice to the North American Division Playoffs, where they came 3rd.

Many such trades and team implosions happened after ArK, but you never forget your first! 

🌈 what is your experience on hockeyblr so far?

Pretty amazing! I wrote a whole love letter to the kraken, sharks tag has some very funny characters who are very unserious about everything but very lovingly devoted to our losers, I’m too shy to talk in the wild tag too often but I hope this changes, the ducks tag is a wasteland populated by me and maybe 2 other people and we never seem to be blogging at the same time, and the one (1) person currently active in the vegas tag is quite possibly the sweetest person alive (!!!) they’ve been so excited to tell me about them, to welcome me and share their love!!!

The PWHL holds a very very dear place in my heart, I feel very tender and protective about it so I’m pretty quiet — but when I do venture into the tag it’s been a fun time!!!

I am putting out tentative feelers for the AIHL and the handful of people who’ve chimed in to show their support has been incredibly heartening and I look forward to writing propaganda for them when the time comes!!! <3

tag people you'd like to know these about ☺️🏒🖤

its. way way way way too late to be doing this but i guess im reviving the meme! absolutely feel no pressure to participate: @wehaveagathering @puckinggoalies @skybluerin @ppepohappy @belowthedepths if you'd like to participate consider yourself tagged by me!

[isa-ghost]

Reading your journal thing rn and damn that's a ride XD

Was curious at "figure out a communication method that my skepticism can’t debunk" and honestly should've guessed that it'll end up being tarot, these little shits (affectionate) never fail to feel me called the fuck out lmao. A pendulum was my guess tbh (pendulum & dice were my first tools)

But also, damn Leviathan & Michael? - you're in very good hands. (the rest likely too, just no experience with them). Think... healing, recovery, shadow work, trauma work... Both of course have different approaches, but when they intend to help you get better, they mean it.

And your response to my ask - yeah, I tend to be drawn to the ones that feel like powerful friends as well, rather than the ones that expect me to walk on eggshells and overthink every action... imo that makes things a lot less stressful.

"He loves slapping me with my Spotify playlist" - Leviathan used to do that to me lmao. Me: trying to chill. Leviathan: okay but what if we think about *growth* instead??

Honestly, everything you're saying sounds promising and you sound excited :3

Heard only good things about Apollo tbh, but don't know much personally, I'm more familiar with demons ;) - A

YES I was so hesitant to use a pendulum at first because it's easy to go "no that was me moving. No it was already swinging like that. No the fan blew on it and made it move. Etc." I still often ask questions twice or even three times to confirm the answer is legit and I make sure the pendulum is absolutely still before I ask a question, so that any movement is Definitely An Answer after. Tarot, however, doesn't lie, and WOWIE do Apollo and Levi love to go for the throat. It's very funny.

Last night before Leviathan was like "yeah I scratched you, L. Anyway put Ashton on the mic I want him dead rn," I was doing a reading with Apollo because I'd seen a crow while I was out, which usually means "Isa I have words." And he basically came outta nowhere with 4 cards that were basically like "take a wellness break, all your major obligations are dealt with, things at home are peaceful, you're doing great sweetie." And I was bewildered bc he'd made it sound like I was super stressed out but I really wasn't.

I was scrambling and probably overthinking that he was referring to something specific when he was just speaking generally, but when I asked him if it was just a plain message with the pendulum, its movement was basically the spiritual equivalent of him going "EEEHsorta? ... You'll figure it out later."

Leviathan hasn't personally obliterated me with anything but literal Lake Michigan waves yet, but he basically turned my friend Ashton into soup last night, so I know I'm definitely in good hands and whenever he DOES have a tarot message for me, I'm lovingly dead meat. I always joke that he's my Paranormal Activity Demon, he claimed me as a baby and he'll fuck up anyone who touches his blorbo.

Michael is probably the third most present entity of the five, despite him lurking rather than working with me. My sister is,,, Desperately In Need Of Therapy and refuses to get it, so she's A Lot /Neg. I'd confidently say she's verbally/emotionally abusive to me, let's just say that. And Michael gets very defensive of me about it. He got into it more in that reading I mentioned about Family Matters in the post. He's also been like "Its ok bestie I got you" while I've been in churches for weddings and whatnot.

Ceridwen has had a single message for me, which was basically "hey dummy, start talking to Levi and I more, I know you're only confident in talking to Apollo but you gotta talk to us in order to get that far too." And this poor woman. I was misunderstanding the cards so hard, I ended up pulling like 6 more cards and asking questions that all got progressively more exasperated "NO"s. Like mom I am so sorry, I'm a huge dumbass omg. So eventually I gave up and talked to the friend who found out these 4 were around me in the first place bc she was the first one to start working with Ceridwen, and right away she was like "yeah no you were overthinking so hard, she meant this." I have yet to get anything else from her, but our group has gotten to the point where if more than one of us works with a certain entity (nearly all of us work with Apollo. After he picked me, he went on his "actually I want this whole server" arc, which is funny bc we're all art kids and that's His Thing. Multiple of us work with angels, Morrigan, Ceridwen, Thor, Aphrodite, Athena, and Asmodeus, just to name a few), we can ask the others to help discern what the entity is trying to tell us if we can't figure it out for ourselves.

Morrigan hasn't said anything to me directly Or through other friends yet. Which tbh is on brand for her I think, she's probably the most intimidating entity present in the server. Has big Disciplinarian Stern Mom Woman Of Her Word energy. She said she'd lurk and she meant it, whereas Michael lurks but he'll be like "heeeyy :>"

Overall I Definitely feel like I'm in good hands. I've looked up symbols for all of them, so when I'm out of the house there's a high chance at least one of them (usually Apollo) makes me laugh because I see something and I'm like "REALLY DUDE?" They're all really good at making it known they're here.

[fromdarling]

It was the dawn of Saturday when I caught sight of it. My grandma's quaint bedroom door ajar with the breeze blowing inside, If I had known any better I would've run straight to Mammita and tell her about the ghost in the room but my kid self had been frozen in either terror or awe, I couldn't remember. His eyes had been the most beautiful shades of Amber, his skin the color of firewood— ones he’d often use to cook us delicacies, too good to share with neighbors. My eyes drifted to his hair, it wasn't white like the ones my eyes had grown used to, It was dark and everything seemed like a 90's movie where he was a soldier returning lovingly from the battle field to carry me back in his arms where I belonged. He let out a small smile, “Your Mammita doesn't like it when her door is left open, the dogs might come in.”

As if regaining my composure, I ran, my little hands closing her door before walking back. I cried. 

             Ma, ano ulam?

             I don’t know, wala tayong taga luto.

I cried harder.

       This is the first time I have ever written of you and I wish pain and absence didn't take the place of a person. He was supposed to be here. I was supposed to know him and take care of him. 

—external part of essay (will not be submitted) 

         I’ve read a poem on Pinterest, it says ‘poetry does not cure grief--but it understands’ and perhaps this goes the same for you as well. These letters will not accomplish anything, this will not bring you back and I am ashamed to confess that I have written literature for people who have not earned it and yet I couldn’t offer even a single comma for you. Forgive me, I was too young, too young to joke about death but naive enough to carry the gravity of it. Forgive me, forgive me for seemingly turning blind eye to your encased body in need of warm embraces. Forgive my childish eyes, for looking unfeeling. I love you so much.

        Grief is different. Grief has no distance. It comes in waves, paroxysm, sudden apprehension that weakens the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life. But does grief come in all forms? Was it grief when my adolescence wept without cognizance of what was truly happening, was it grief to be numb from the absolute agony of death right in front of my eyes? Was it grief to take years before my brain had processed what had happened? Facing grief is tough, I had not expected it to take the shape of an English essay on a random Thursday night. I miss you more than I remember you and I do not know what that says about me, if that is such a bad thing as all I wanted is to embrace you. 

—internal part of essay (will be submitted) 

       In another universe, your soft fatherly eyes gazed at me with fondness while you handed me the piso I've been asking for since yesterday. In another universe, we had an ulam that is not sunny side up.

From darling to dadylo

[signmyheart]

It's supposed to be cheesy and wholesome and silliness Typical high school ahh story I wrote for fun its short Enjoy ^3^

Your canine sunk into the pink fleshy rubber on the end of your pencils, throwing you out of your Yuji Itadori daydream. Nobaras's talk about a new mall she wanted to visit halted as soon as she caught you staring at the pink-haired boy. Her eyes nearly jumped out of her skull in realization.

"Oh no. Nonononono." She scoffed grabbing your shoulders and wrenching your body towards her own.

"Absolutely not. " She hisses. You roll your eyes.

"Whhaaattt" You're 'what' deliberately prolonged in a sarcastic tone.

"I was just looking. . . . at his radiant smile. Don't you see how it outshines the sun?" You ask ripping away from her to stare at your beautiful husb- classmate.

"Avert your eyes--have you gone mad!?" She screams when she acknowledges what you just expressed. The whole room goes completely silent. Her yell was meant to be a whisper. The entirety of the class's gazes fall onto you and Nobara. She covers her mouth quickly and your face flushes with color. More importantly, he is looking at you even more importantly he's looking straight into your eyes. He grins lovingly at you, your gawking session interrupted by Norbara dragging you into the hallway.

"There's no way I'm letting you fall for that brain-dead idiot." Her voice is stern. Her arms are crossed.

"Megumi maybe, Itdaori no way."

"But"

"No"

"I could-"

"Nope"

You frown.

"No."

Puppy eyes.

"You know that doesn't work on me."

Bigger puppy eyes.

"Still not working."

"FINE!" You huff crossing your arms and facing the other way.

She sighs.

"You know Yuko has feelings for him . . . " You wince at the thought. Your eyebrows curl and your face hardens.

"Yeah."

And so the days of dreaming of what could've been were obliterated.

Sorry if the ending is disappointing i js needed to writeeeeeeeeee

[transvismartinez]

not to be that person but. travis and lottie absolutely obliterating nat in a threesome (lovingly) then while she's asleep these two bicker like dumb hoes they are and him shutting her up with mouthful of cock, when?? yj fanfic writers step up ur game please.

Y E S. you get it.

[brightside-brigade]

MmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMM

fine. Fine fine fine fine. I'm making it to keep it together and stop having another breakdown pls do not mind it. In fact do something to let me know this isn't annoying.

WELCOME TO SHIKI POSTING HOUR IM SORRY. This will be mostly headcanons that have come to me at an alarming rate. Which I will be ignoring that fact. More mature ones will be under a read more. Nothing super explicit, more like regarding preferences and shit.

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So. Shiki. Holy shit. So in case you haven't seen me losing my absolute shit these past couple weeks, he is one of the four main... well. Not antagonists entirely? Certainly not good. Dubious at best? In the series Dance with Devils. (As much as it we had available mind you.) Unlike the other three, he is a fallen angel as opposed to being a devil. He also fulfills the niche in his little quartet of the.. well. The one there is something very wrong with. The bastard twink. The one in art club. You know the kind.

According to lore here, his reason for falling was apparently after he and his partner failed to save some humans, his partner became deeply depressed. As such, Shiki eventually decided the only way to connect with them was to kill them, and the only way to feel was through pain. If you ask me, that's not exactly what happened. No way it escalated that fast. Due to my personal distrust of heaven I have decided they're not telling the whole truth. And something fucked up happened.

Hes fucking deranged and yet sickeningly sweet, like. Definitely the kind to cuddle for hours but there's no guarantee he won't eat your organs. He did threaten to kill the mc while snuggling her at one point so. Goals. I can fix him. It's fine.

He gives me the vibes that he either types with too many emojis or in UwU speak. Very heavy on cutesy or flowery words. Definitely sends photos of his art projects. How tasteful those are varies. Absolutely no telling what the fuck an art project entails.

Along with that he also feels like he has the diet of a college student. Instant noodles, coffee, energy drinks, muffins, cheap vending machine stuff. Bodies weight in pizza. Though if given the opportunity he'd definitely love a fancy restaurant that happens to be in the bad part of town and no one is sure where they get the meat.

Generally flirty disaster. At least Bi, judging by his interactions with Urie in show (one sided may they be). Though Flirting doesn't equate to interest for him, he's just like that.

He has the ability to fire off his feathers as a form of weapon, turning them sharp as daggers. Despite his lifestyle being haphazard, he keeps his wings well maintained, they are his pride.

No way to tell if he's joking about murder or whatever. Goodluck.

This boy is a sadomasochist in Canon, to where he purposefully upsets Urie into attacking him with his weapon, being a rose that can turn into a whip. However, he also spoke of "breaking the mc slowly/gently,". So what I'm getting at is he's a switch. Or power bottom depending on who he's with.

Definitely some kind of slutty catboy. I mean look at his final battle outfit.

^ I want that twink obliterated. (He brings me urges of affection violence. I want to squeeze the life out of him lovingly. And vice-versa. )

Owns at least three body pillows.

[lord-squiggletits]

So tired of IDW/IDW-adjascent fics where Megatron is portrayed as some tragic misunderstood and correct about everything guy. More fics where Megatron is a fucking dick and gets called out on it.

This mf banned all expressions of religion but is okay with himself being worshipped as the (if he were to win) single head of state. This mf calls himself an anti-functionist while forcing his soldiers to get reformats according to his plans. This mf says the Decepticons fight for freedom yet has an entire spec-ops squad dedicated to hunting down and brutally torturing to death any Decepticons who don't want to fight any more. This mf says he hates Primes yet has the exact same goal of Cybertronian superiority and organic genocide that Nova Prime had.

Enough with whitewashed "all he did was kill people so what?" Megatron and give me actual bastard hypocritical piece of shit Megatron that justifies his atrocities by having a stunning amount of cognitive dissonance and zero self awareness.

[twistyprefect]

Hello! May I get a request? This would have characters like Leona, Epel, Ruggie, Floyd and Ace reaction to an MC either platonically or their romantic S/O (Can be both if you're willing) that likes to shit talk them not in a malicious way, but a joking/playful way. After dealing with Overblots MC has become really bold and gives no shits at this point.

{honestly this feels canon. let MC (lovingly) shit talk their idiot boys lmaoo, also made this romantic cause boy this is funny}

Ace Trapolla

Ace absolutely encourages his S/O to shit talk him and other people

he thinks they're pretty hilarious and understands that at least a bit of it is a defense mechanism

he often engages in shit talking competitions with his partner, the two of them trying to out-funny the other one

Ace loses a lot because he genuinely finds his partner to be really hilarious, even when they shit talk him

Leona Kingscholar

Leona smirks every time he hears his partner jokingly and lovingly roasting the hell out of him

he loves to hear them absolutely obliterate him, used to hearing them do it

he thinks it's adorable, mostly because he knows they would never step over a line

if they're comfortable, he also shit talks them back just as ~lovingly~ as they do

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie absolutely cackles every time he hears his partner start complaining about him

they'll roast him relentlessly, even calling him their 'idiot cackle box' some of the time

he wears the title with pride, often jokingly calling himself that in third person

he prefers when his partner actually processes the trauma they went through though, and encourages to find other ways to cope

Floyd Leech

Floyd grins and starts to participate in the shit talking, even if his partner is talking about him

when they start to roast other people too, he eagerly joins in as well, even if he's a bit meaner than them

he likes to hear them vent and rant to him, since that usually involves them shit talking

he especially likes when they do it to him though, mostly because he likes their attention to be on him always

Epel Felmier

Epel is a bit confused and concerned when his partner first starts doing it to him

he's worried that he's made them upset or something like that, so he asks them about it

they explain that they're just kind of doing it because they don't really know what else to do

he encourages them to try and find a different way to cope but he also doesn't mind them directing it at him as long as they aren't too mean

[wandaromanova]

Left Behind

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, death

A/N: hi! this was a request! hope you guys like this one! y’all can blame @midgardianweasley for this one. happy reading <3

anon requested: Natasha x fem! reader. Reader and Natasha were in a building on fire trying to get citizens out and a wooden beam lands on reader. It’s too heavy for Natasha to lift it but won’t give up. Reader is screaming for Natasha to go! Giving her a smile that everything will be okay! A fireman then pulls Natasha out of the building against her will seeing the whole building collapse in reader.

Summary: Natasha and Y/N go on a mission, but don’t make it back together.

Word Count: 1.6K

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You were an Avenger just like your girlfriend; Natasha. You had met the redhead when you first joined the team.

You were one of the highest-ranked S.H.I.E.L.D agents and Fury had decided to recruit you into the team of heroes. You had heard many stories about the Black Widow and to say you were a fan was an understatement.

You had an immense amount of respect for Natasha. Her past wasn’t a great one, but she turned her life around and made it beautiful. She didn’t let her mistakes define who she was and you admired that.

The assassin had taken a liking to you. You guys immediately hit it off. About six months after your arrival, you began dating Natasha.

Natasha’s room became yours too. You’d spend your nights laid on top of the redhead as she stroked your hair gently. You’d close your eyes and ask her to say anything because the sound of her voice was your favorite.

She’d sing Russian lullabies to you. You were the only person she’d ever let hear her sing. She said she was a terrible singer and not letting anyone hear her was a gift, but she was actually amazing at it.

Her husky voice sent chills down your spine whenever she would speak. So when she sang to you in Russian? You were speechless.

You felt blessed to know that Natasha was truly herself in your presence. No one had ever seen her true colors, until you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You were the person that Natasha went to for everything.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Exhausted after a long mission? She’d run into your arms as soon as she’d land. Steve and Tony annoying the fuck out of her? She’d rant to you about how small their brains were.

Devastated after a mission had gone wrong? She’d find comfort in your presence and your words. You’d whisper soft reassurances against her ear as you’d rock your bodies side-to-side.

Receiving good news? You’d be the very first person she’d tell as the excitement took over her. You’d match her energy, feeling just as excited as her, if not more. Natasha would beam as you’d press a soft kiss to the crown of her head, mumbling an ‘i’m so proud of you’ against her scalp.

You were Natasha’s person and she was yours. You genuinely believed you were made for one another. From the way your hands fit like two pieces of a puzzle with one another, to the way your thoughts and ideas seemed to always align. You guys just got each other in a way no one else could.

So, naturally, you were always assigned partners on missions. You two had the best communication on the team which led to tons of successful missions. However, communication couldn’t prevent nor predict the surprises of enemies.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

You and Natasha were sent undercover to a gala being held by one of the leaders of Hydra.

The goal was to capture him for questioning and keep him in custody. That should be easy, considering there was booze everywhere and everyone was either tipsy or black-out drunk.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Well yes, it would’ve been easy; if your cover hadn’t been blown.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You were currently sat on the target’s lap as he not so subtly stared at your cleavage. You were with him in a private area further into the party, while Natasha remained in the public area.

The drunk man looked up at you and you smiled down at him; trying your best to hide your disgust. However, he didn’t smile back at you.

You were caught off guard when he abruptly shoved you off of his lap, your body colliding with the marble floor.

“You’re an Avenger. You bitch!” You quickly stood up at his words and attacked him. You spoke into your earpiece while fighting off the man.

“Nat, our cover has been blown. I need backup.” You said as the man landed a heavy punch onto your abdomen. You stumbled back and he took the opportunity to rush out of the room.

“взорвать это место, сейчас! (blow the place up, now!)”

Your eyes widened at his words. Before you could rush out of the room yourself, an explosion pushed you back. Your body collided with a wall and you let out a scream of agony as a beam from the ceiling landed on top of you.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

The sounds of screams and the fire alarms accompanied the ringing in your ears. Your only thoughts being; your pain and Natasha.

She had been on her way over here before the bomb went off. Was she okay? Did she get hit by the force of the bomb? Was she gone?

You tried your best to lift the beam off of your body, but to no avail. You realized that a piece of metal that had been sticking out of the beam had lodged itself into your chest.

Your eyes tore away from the beam on top of you and landed on red locks. Natasha stumbled into the room; or at least, what was left of it anyway. She paused in her tracks at your state.

Tears threatened to fall from her eyes as her hands shot up to cover her mouth, a muffled gasp escaping her throat. She quickly got it together and rushed over to help you.

Nat got down on her knees, not caring about how harsh the rubble was against her bare skin. She moved to lift the beam, but you stopped her.

“Natty, no. If you lift it, I’ll bleed out.” You sent her a small smile before you began to cough. Natasha’s heart sunk to her stomach at the sight of blood pouring out of your mouth.

“I have to get you out of here, babe. We have a movie night planned, I have to make sure that still happens.” Nat tried to joke in an attempt to console you, but it was more to control her own fear than anything.

Your conversation was interrupted by the sound of another explosion. The building quaked as flames began to invade the room. She needed to go; now.

You shook your hand that was sticking out from the beam slightly. Nat got the message and held your hand with both of hers tightly.

“You need to leave, honey. This place is going to collapse any minute now.” You croaked out, ignoring the metallic taste in your mouth.

“I’ll be damned if I leave you behind. If you’re going down, I’m going down with you.” You couldn’t help but smile as you took in every inch of Nat’s face.

She was absolutely beautiful. Even with the dust and dirt littering her face and her worried expression; she was still the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.

The flames began to rage. The smoke was beginning to cloud your vision of the woman in front of you. You rubbed one of her hands with the back of your thumb, not minding the pain that accompanied the action.

“Go. Now. It’s okay. I love you so much and you aren’t leaving me behind; you never would and I- I know that.”

You stuttered towards the end of the sentence as you were overcome by an intense chill. You were losing so much blood and it wasn’t going to be long now before you were gone.

Your eyes drifted towards a figure entering the room. A firefighter. His eyes widened as he noticed both of you. He rushed over to help you, but you stopped him.

“Hey buddy, I’m a goner regardless if you get this off of me or not. Get her out of here. You can’t save me, but you can save her.”

You managed to let out as another fit of coughs shook your body. More crimson liquid spilled out of your mouth and Natasha finally let her tears fall.

The man nodded solemnly before he grabbed Natasha by the waist. She struggled against his hold as she kicked and screamed; her arms reaching out for you.

“No! No! Please let me stay! I can’t leave you! You can’t leave me!” Natasha’s words paired with her tone of agony and desperation tore your heart apart.

All you could do was smile lovingly at her as you slowly felt the life leave your body. She was going to be okay eventually and that’s all you wanted for her.

“I love you, moya lyubov (my love). It’s okay. Take care of yourself.”

You spoke quietly, but it was loud enough for Natasha to hear. She watched as the bright light that once filled your irises turned to a blank stare.

Natasha fought even harder against the man’s firm grip as she sobbed out. He had finally managed to get the both of them out of the room and out of the building. This all happened in the span of a few minutes, but to Natasha, it felt like an eternity.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

The firefighter placed Nat down once they were a good distance away from the building. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she ran towards the building, but before she could make it back in; the entire structure collapsed.

Natasha’s knees roughly hit the floor as she took in the sight. The building that you were in was nothing but broken concrete and rubble. You were buried beneath all of that carnage.

Natasha sobbed without care. She couldn’t give two fucks if people were staring at her with pity or sympathy. She had just lost the love of her life.

Natasha couldn’t help but blame herself. If she had gotten to the room sooner, she could’ve gotten the both of you out of there. You wouldn’t have been crushed by a beam.

She wouldn’t have had to watch as you bled out. She wouldn’t have had to witness firsthand; as the soul she had fallen in love with left the world.

Natasha cried out into the night. The chaos going on around her turned to white noise. Her surroundings were in slow motion as she mourned.

Each tear that fell from her eyes represented each obliterated possibility of a future with the woman she loved.

Each scream that left her mouth served as curses to every higher power there was, for so cruelly taking the love of her life; you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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[allteacher]

Savathûn stands imperious behind a coven of her witches, the sharp-headed ones who seem the most eager to blend learning into violence. “A gift,” she says, “for your parlor.” 

The witches come like libation-bearers into the frontmost rooms of his pyramid, bringing with them things that thrash and wail. Spoils from the total obliteration of some planet or other, the dead-dying things now on his tables the only reminder of their existence. Somewhere, dust is swirling around the dead cores of two suns. 

“Vivisection,” Rhulk says. One of the table-creatures lets out a scream high enough to shatter obsidian and he brings his glaive down on its middle, listens to it gutter out like a candle. “How quaint.”

Of course he hadn’t attended the slaughter— his work here is more important than the senseless violence he had enacted for millennia, and requires a finer touch. He misses the warm blood sliding down his arms but has been content to adapt to the cold instead. Someone must keep an eye on this dismal throne, must tend lovingly to his Upended while she idles.

(He’d let the Witness know of his doubts, of course, because absolute loyalty meant no lies, no obfuscation of his feelings and abilities and careful systems of thought. He’d sent them his logs, led them many-handed down the path of his reasoning-turned-joyful-acceptance, had thought of them watching him work through this problem that they had so graciously offered him. Nothing the Witness does is without purpose. As their most devoted disciple, he is never without purpose. He has to let them know that he knows this.) 

“Ah, yes, I’d almost forgotten how archaic you are,” Savathûn replies, dragging a claw down a glass casing streaked with blue. Something behind the mess presses up against the glass, writhing. “Not that you’d let anyone truly forget.” 

He laughs and it sounds like metal grinding against itself. “Well. Some of us simply have more staying power.” Some of them know their place. Some of them may end up on his tables yet.

“Roach-like,” Savathûn hums— adds, before Rhulk can get a word past his own frill-raising anger, “This is your station now, yes? I will leave you to your… playthings.” 

She turns away as she says it, dismissive, and he wants to lash out and catch her by the throat, to prove that his exile from the battlefield has not rendered him powerless, especially not under the shadow of his world-ender. But he catches her peering down at the worms flayed and pinned open on the walls, thinks, you know who my playthings truly are. 

“Yes,” he says, “you wouldn’t like me unoccupied.” 

She simply laughs as she leaves, deathchoir-clear in comparison, and he spends the rest of the day on worm-grafts to feel their tiny bodies pull apart under his hands.

[houseof-lamentation]

the brothers react to MC coming out as asexual

much love to all asexual mcs!! 

Lucifer

this man has sex once every 300 years and he genuinely could not care less about whether or not you have sex. he supports you, obviously, coming out is a big deal and he knows it's an important thing to figure out about yourself, but it's not a problem. he can list at least 20 asexual demons he knows personally, it’s not something that comes as a surprise

it doesn't affect him, personally, but as the Avatar of Pride and you host in the Devildom, it's kind of his job to make sure you're not ashamed of yourself, that you can find pride in who you are. whatever support or comfort you need, Lucifer is more than happy to provide. 

he’s not the kind of person to pursue sex very often anyway, and with that out of the way, it honestly makes your relationship with him that much easier, he doesn’t have to worry about trying to provide that for you because you don’t want it in the first place. you’re a breath of fresh air

Mammon

there are plenty of ways to have fun that don't involve sex and he doesn't really care what you're doing as long as he can spend time with you. like, that’s the bottom line for him, he wants to be able to spend time with you and show you how much he loves you (not that he would admit that’s what he’s doing). all you have to do is give him your love language(s) and he’s going to go absolutely hog wild

he’s more outwardly excited about you coming out, he’s the type of person to yell about it and offer to buy you the biggest, most obnoxious asexual themed cake money can buy. don’t let him do that, for his finances’ sake, he already spends so much money. you can’t stop him from buying you an ace ring or a pride bracelet or something, though, because he would want to show his support the best way he knows how

he asks a lot of questions. you don’t have to answer them, obviously, but he is curious and he would like to learn what he can. plus, it’s an excuse to stare lovingly at you while you talk. not that he’s in love with you or anything

Leviathan

Levi won’t admit it, but he is over the moon that you felt comfortable enough to come out to him and he starts talking about a cute asexual pride pin or something he saw once and he offers to buy pride things for you. he also apologizes if he ever made you uncomfortable at all, with anything, because he cares about you and wants you to continue to feel comfortable with him

he tells you about any and all asexual characters he can recall from his various anime, manga, and video games, though he assures you none of them are as cool as you. Levi is someone you can joke about sexualities with, he gets it, he’s very much in the know when it comes to memes and he understands joking as a way to cope and become more casual about these things damn mc wasnt lying that sexual really can ace

he is very proud of you, very happy for you, and he doesn’t mind if you’re asexual, it’s not like it affects him much at all. why have sex when he just got this BRAND NEW and SUPER COOL video game he can play with you? like, seriously, there are better things to do than sex

Satan

he can and will obliterate anyone that disrespects you and your identity. you are worth so much and who you are is so phenomenally important, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. he, like Lucifer, makes it his job to ensure you feel supported and seen because very few things are as important as you

he knows SO many asexual demons, he knows tons of asexual humans, it’s not a surprise to hear you’re asexual but he still things coming out deserves a celebration. the first thing he does is thank you for telling him, applaud you on your confidence, and give you a big hug. the second thing he does is take you to a cat cafe

Satan does ask questions, if you’re willing to share, just so he can understand your perspective and how the label “asexual” fits you, because everyone is different and “asexual” means different things to different people. you don’t have to answer his questions, of course, he won’t press you. he will do as much reading as he can on it, though, regardless of if you share or not. he likes knowing things

Asmodeus

not all asexual people avoid sex, but he won't assume anything about you. it's none of his business, he understands that, and he will do everything he can to make sure you're comfortable. Asmo knows he's not the best person to be around if you're sex repulsed or anything. 

if his sexual innuendos or jokes or anything make you uncomfortable, he will stop! he will do what he can to temper what he does and says to and around you, he’ll stop flirting with you entirely if you want. all you need to do is communicate with him

Asmo especially understands how important coming out is and how important it is to have your identity understood and recognized, and he will do his best to ensure you feel recognized and understood. he does require some patience, however, because sex and lust is such a huge part of who he is, it takes him a moment to really understand asexuality. he does try. and he will understand, because you’re important to him 

Beelzebub

for once, he’s going to stop eating so he can hug you and tell you how happy he is that you came out to him. remember that obnoxious ace themed cake Mammon wanted to get? Beelzebub is getting it now, because literally how else do you celebrate things besides giant cakes?

he asks a lot of questions, just to make sure he understands things, and he is beyond excited to start sending you every asexual meme he comes across. he’s very vocal about how happy he is you told him, and how proud of you he is, and how he’s glad you’re comfortable enough to come out to him. he’s almost as obnoxious as Mammon about it

he, like Lucifer, doesn’t care too much about sex. if it happens, it happens, and if it won’t happen with you, that’s not a problem. he doesn’t care. he would much rather have you happy and safe and comfy than anything else and having a nice meal with you means more to him than sex anyway, so he is relieved in a way

Belphegor

he actually went through a period of time where he questioned his sexuality and whether or not he was asexual, and he never did figure it out, so he gets it and he’s amazed you, with your short human life span, were able to find out so quickly. he’s incredibly proud of you and he lets you know that

the best way to celebrate, in his opinion, is to lay around with you and relax until he falls asleep with you in his arms (or him in your arms, he’s not picky), and then eventually he’ll let you go so you can tell the others, if you’re going to tell them. if you’re not, good, more cuddle time for him  

he knows as well as anyone that there are better things (sleep) to do than have sex, and he doesn’t care much about sex in the first place. he cares much more about you and your feelings and making sure you’re happy. he would do anything for you. he wouldn’t admit it, but it’s true