#and i am struggling with it about as much as i always have

[selfloverrrrrr]

Hiii can i please req yandere megumi corrupting innocent reader?😫😫 like reader is so helpless against gumi who’s like 2x bigger than her

Stealing?

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Megumi, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Y/N’s POV

College is… chaotic. The kind of chaos where I am constantly juggling assignments, and trying not to lose your mind from the pressure. I loved my friend circles as well. Nobara, the girl who always helps me out with my overthinkings. She's the best girl's girl I've ever know. Then yuji. She's such a sweet gut. Funny, sweet. He's too.... Well let's not talk about that now... Then Megumi. He’s always been there. Quiet, composed, eyes that say too much but lips that stay sealed. I always felt safe around him. He walks me to classes, waits when it’s dark, and steps in when some creepy guy tries to hit on me in the library.

“Hey, Y/N,” Nobara waved as she jogged over. “You coming to training?” she asked. “Yeah. I wanna catch up with Yuji and Megumi too.” I replied. Then after the training is done. We were walking towards our Campus again when we heard a whistle. Looked at the direction. Saw a guy of our campus looking at me *creepy*. He disgustingly signed for a blow job pointing towards his dick. And after that yuji was about to launch but Megumi was faster.

He grabbed that guy's neck with one hand and pushed him to the wall. We all gasped. "Look at her again you'll know what the hell looks like in seconds" Megumi muttered. The guy was struggling to breathe. One of that guy's friends came to save. But when he tried to reach megumi grabbed his hand with his other hand and twisted it. He screamed in pain. "Megumi let him go... He'll die" I said. "Yes that's enough don't be too rough... If does this again we'll see... Let him go now" Yuji said and Nobara nodded.

Megumi finally let them go and they ran gasping for air. "I didn't know Megumi's like that.... I mean he seems like a silent guy" I whispered to Nobara. "He is like this actually... He used to beat up guys in high school who used to bother him. The whole school used to fear him" Nobara whispered back. I gave her a shocked look. "Yes... This emo isn't that emo you think he is" She whispered and laughed.

Megumi’s POV. Few days later.

It was too early for training today. Yuji was half-asleep, drooling on my shoulder. I didn’t have the heart to push him off—not that he’d wake up anyway. We were waiting for the others to show up for technique sparring, but my mind was far from training. Y/N walked by. Her hair tied in a loose ponytail. Hoodie too big. Laughing softly at something Nobara said. She didn’t even notice what she does to me.

She never notices how I follow her when she’s walking alone at night to make sure she’s safe. How I memorize every outfit she wears, every guy she speaks to, every look she gives. She’s mine. She just doesn’t know it yet. "You're drooling, idiot," I muttered to Yuji, but he didn’t even twitch. Suddenly, I felt it—a shift in energy. The lazy weight on my shoulder grew tense. A low chuckle slithered into my ear like venom.

"I know... She's hot." I snapped my head. Yuji was no longer Yuji. Sukuna. He was smirking. "Get the fuck out," I hissed. “Relax, kid. I just wanted to say… you’ve got taste. That girl—Y/N, right? Delicious little thing” Sukuna teased, eyes flicking to Y/N. "You do like her, don’t you? Don’t lie. I'm not an idiot like the rest of these dumbasses." He said. I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. He laughed again, voice low and dangerous. "You’re so quiet about it. Lurking like a shadow. But you haven’t done anything, have you? Haven’t even kissed her. Tch... pathetic."

"She’s my..........we're just friend." I said. "You sure Yuji sees her that way as well?" Sukuna leaned in. "You don’t know about their late-night chats? Every night, Megumi. While you're asleep like a good little guard dog, your best friend is texting your girl." He said. My heart dropped. "You're lying." I said. "Am I?" Sukuna grinned, devilish. "I'm stuck with this brat 24/7. I see everything. The way he blushes when she texts back. The way he types and deletes messages like a nervous virgin. And trust me, you really don’t wanna know what kind of things they talk about sometimes."

I clenched my jaw. Hard. "You're trying to get in my head." I replied. "Am I?" Sukuna echoed. "You think he’s innocent? He’s a teenage boy with zero filter and a pretty girl giving him attention. Do you think he’s just talking about school and cursed techniques?" I hated how my stomach turned. How something cold twisted in my chest.

"You’re pathetic, Megumi," Sukuna whispered like poison. "You sit and watch. Let him flirt. Let her laugh at his jokes. You protect her, worship her from afar… while someone else is inching into her bed....You’re weak, Fushiguro. You could have had her years ago. But now, you’re watching her slip through your fingers like a coward. What are you waiting for? For Yuji to stick his cock in her first?” he said.

“Shut up.” I almost screamed. My heart arched. “Take her. Mark her. Chain her to your fucking bed if you have to. She’s yours. Not his.” he said. “You’re insane.” I said but my heart didn't agree with my words. “No. I’m just honest. You think love is gentle? It’s possession. It’s war. She needs to learn that.” sukuna said. “You’re wasting time protecting her like she’s some princess,” Sukuna sneered. “She doesn’t need a knight. She needs a master. Someone who’ll show her who she belongs to. Who’ll make her kneel and learn.”

“That’s not—” “What’s stopping you?” Sukuna cut me off. “Your morals? Your cowardice? You think that’ll keep her from spreading her legs for someone else?” he asked. My heart pounded. “Face it,” Sukuna continued, voice slithering through my ear like poison. “You’re not gonna win her by being soft. You’re going to lose her. Unless you make her yours. Break her if you have to. Love like yours doesn’t need permission. It needs control.”

“You think she’ll hate you for it? Who cares? Let her hate you. Fear makes people loyal. Fear makes them yours" he said. And just then Yuji groaned and slowly opened his eyes, stretching like he hadn’t just been possessed by a monster. I didn’t say anything. My head was burning. I needed proof.

Later that afternoon, Nobara invited us to sit together outside the cafeteria. I pretended to scroll my phone, watching Y/N and Yuji across the table. Laughing. So close their knees touched. He leaned in to whisper something in her ear, and she giggled. I waited for her to leave her phone on the table when she went to grab a drink. Yuji had gone with her. The moment they were gone, I reached for her phone. Opened the chat. Scanned. My blood ran cold.

Yuji: “That little skirt you wore yesterday? You really trying to kill me?”

Y/N: “Haha stopppp.”

Yuji: “Not joking. If you wore that in my room, I don’t think I’d let you leave.”

Y/N: “You're bad.”

Yuji: “Wanna be worse?”

There was a photo. Yuji. Lying back in his dorm bed. Shirtless. Sweatpants low on his hips. His hand was clearly inside the waistband. I scrolled.

Yuji: “You thinking about me now?”

Y/N: “Maybe.”

Yuji: “What would you do if I pulled you into my lap right now?”

Y/N: “Depends. Would you let me go?”

Yuji: “Not a fucking chance.”

My grip tightened around her phone. My knuckles went white. Another photo. A mirror selfie this time—sweatpants again. No shirt. The message below it:

Yuji: “Imagine me behind you like this. My hand under that cute little shirt you wear to bed.”

And she replied?!

Y/N: “Flirt much,huh? 🤭”

Yuji: “it's you after all.”

I know they hadn’t done anything yet. But it was close. It was dangerous. He was pushing it, and she was letting him. She trusted me. She talked to me about books. Walked beside me in silence. Called me “calm in the chaos.” And all this time she was letting Yuji talk to her like this? “Make her yours… Fuck her before this brat puts his dick inside her…” Sukuna’s words echoed again, like a goddamn curse, coiling around my brain. I looked up. They were still at the vending machine. Laughing. His hand brushed her back like it was nothing. Like he owned her. But he didn’t. He never would.

As the cafeteria crowd thinned, I stood up. "Hey, Y/N," I said casually, stepping behind her chair. "Can I talk to you?" She turned to me, all innocent eyes and soft curiosity. "Yeah, of course. What’s up?" “Privately.” I said. She blinked, then nodded, grabbing her drink. “Sure.” she replied. "Can you please come to my droom.... I really need to tell you something" I said. "It's okay..... We can go now. I was about to go to my droom anyways" She replied. Good.

Y/n's pov

We walked to his droom room. He opened the door. "You first" He said. I went inside the he. He locked the door. "Yk your droom always smells good and-" I was saying and suddenly he grabbed my face and kissed me. Roughly. Too roughly that I almost couldn't breathe. My bag fell on the floor. He tried to push his tongue in my mouth but I kept it close. I pushed him away. "What are you doing?!?!" I said loudly.

He just looked at me. I can't even get outside he's standing in front of the door. He threw his bag on the floor. Still staring at me. I walked back. He's walking towards me. "Megumi stop!" I said panicking. "Now you're scared of me? After all these days I've protected you from everyone?" He asked. "Megumi what's wrong with you?!" I said. I didn't realize and my back the door behind me. I was trapped. "Everything is wrong with me" He said. Then he opened the door and pushed me inside.

"Wait... Megumi stop please!" I said. He didn't replied. He closed the door and threw me on the bed. "Take off your clothes" He said. A shiver runs through my spine. "........what?" I asked. "You want me to rip that off?" He asked. "Megumi I-" He cut me off again. "I see what it is" He said and went up the bed. I was scared and tried to back off but Megumi grabbed my top and pulled it over my head and threw it on the floor. "Megumi stop!" I screamed and tried to cover myself. "Should have think about it before flirting with Yuji" He said leaning close.

"M-Megumi stop this please!" I said. "You weren't saying this when yuji was flirting with you" He said leaning close and pressing his lips on mine. I tried to push him away but he was pulling me closer. His hand slid to my chest and squeezed it. My body jerked off. I turned my head to the left to prevent his kiss. But he started kissing and licking my neck and jaw.

I grabbed his hand to stop him but he squeezed harder. I screamed. "Megumi stop this!" I said. "You thought I won't know?" He asked. He licked downwards and captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it. I was trying to push him away. "Megumi stop!!!!" Screamed. He looked up. And pulled down my pants with panties using one hand while looking at me. "I had planned everything how you gonna be mine how everything's gonna work out until you decided to go to the wrong person" He said.

I was breathing heavily. "Please I won't do anything again please-" He cuts off "you think I'm dumb like Yuji?" He asked and took off his sweatpants. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. He was pinning me under him. I looked away. He grabbed my chin and made me look at him again. "Don't look away.... I've waited for this for days...." He said a smirk appeared on his face.

He lined himself with me. "Megumi please please don't do this... Please! I'm begging you! I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry please!" I begged. Tears appear in my eyes. But he didn't. He pushed inside. I threw my head back. My back arched. I can't.... I can't. It's too big. It's thick. It hurts. He jerked forward and he was fully inside. I screamed.

It's too much. I've never done this before! I don't want it. I didn't realize when I started crying. He started thrusting. "Fuck.... Mmmhhhh..... Ahhh.... Fuckkkk.... Feels good.... Too good.... Ughhhhhh" He said between groans and moans. He looked down and me smirking. "Don't worry you'll get used to it" He said. He kept thrusting.I scremed. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. I was throwing my legs from pain and begging him to stop. And he was liking it so much. His thrust became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb.

I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thrusting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside... please please.... please Megumi I'm begging you....you're not even using protection" I told him between hiccups. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed.

"Isn't that more fun?" He said calmly with a smirk. I couldn't even believe what was happening to me. How could Megumi do this to me. Weren't we good friends??? The boy always kept silent, so the innocent is doing the most devilish thing to me??!! Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out.

"You are mine... You always have been! No one will take you away from me! I'll keep breaking you until you understand that I am the one for you" He said biting my lip.

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[sugardollcurse]

Can I request a George x reader fic where she's comforting him when he's struggling with being famous(and it's childhood friends to lovers)?

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꒰ pairing ꒱ george harrison x fem!reader

꒰ summary ꒱ fame’s taken nearly everything from george. his space, his peace, his sense of self. so he knocks on the one door where he still feels like a person. yours.

꒰ note ꒱ SAY NO MORE

You heard the knock before you saw the clock. Half-eleven, well past reason for surprise guests.

You padded to the door, expecting the landlord or some lost tourist.

But it was George.

He stood there like a shadow, coat pulled up against the drizzle, hair damp and curling at the edges. His eyes were dark and tired in that way you’d seen before, way back when he used to sneak cigarettes behind the shops after school and pretend things were fine.

You opened the door wider.

“You alright?” you asked.

He gave a lopsided sort of shrug, like the answer didn’t matter. “Didn’t know where else to go.”

You stepped aside without hesitation. “You always say that.”

He came in without meeting your eyes, shoulders hunched. Didn’t take his coat off. Just hovered in the middle of your flat like a stranger to it, even though you both knew better.

You closed the door gently. “Do you want tea or just the silence?”

George glanced around. “Silence’ll do.”

You nodded and walked past him, settling into the familiar corner of your old couch. He followed eventually, sat at the far end like a guest.

He kept picking at the skin around his thumb, quiet.

“How long’ve you been back?” you asked.

“Yesterday,” he muttered. “S’only a few days. Then we’re off again.”

You didn’t say anything.

He sighed. “We were in Scotland before this. Couldn’t go two paces without someone screamin’ or shovin’ a pen in my face. Some lad chased the bloody car for three streets.”

“That why you’re here?”

George leaned back, let his head tip against the wall.

“Just got sick of feelin’ like I’m bein’ watched through glass, y’know? Like I’m not real or summat."

You looked at him, properly. His jaw was tense. He was blinking a lot.

“I know you,” you said softly. “Still see the lad who pinched rhubarb from the neighbour’s garden and blamed it on Paul.”

He cracked half a smile. “Didn’t see him doin’ much to deny it either.”

“Course not. You were always the quiet ringleader.”

He huffed, but the sound was faint. “Wish I was still just that lad.”

“You still are.”

He looked over at you, something unreadable in his expression. “Feels like I’m gettin’ further away from him every day.”

“You’re not.”

George swallowed. “Feels like I am.”

You shifted closer, not enough to touch, but enough that he could feel it if he wanted.

“You know,” you said gently, “it’s alright to not want all this. The noise. The mess of it.”

He rubbed a hand over his face. “I just wanted to be successful. I didn't ask for this."

He paused.

“Don’t even know what’s mine anymore.”

You sat with that.

Then you reached out slowly, fingertips brushing his hand.

“This is,” you said. “Me. You. This room.”

He didn’t pull away. Just stared at your hand on his like he was trying to decide something.

A long silence followed.

Then, soft:

“D’you ever think about how it was?” George murmured. “Before all this.”

“All the time.”

“I miss it,” he admitted. “Miss you.”

Your heart twisted a little. “I haven’t gone anywhere.”

He looked at you, his brow pinched. “Nah. But I have, haven’t I?”

“No,” you said, steady. “You’ve just been lost in it for a bit. But you come back. You always come back.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. He glanced down at your hands again. “Y’ever wonder if it could’ve been different?”

“How d’you mean?”

He hesitated. “If I’d said something. Before everything started movin’ so fast.”

Your breath caught, but you didn’t let it show.

“Yeah,” you said. “I’ve wondered.”

George looked away like that hurt more than he expected.

“Always thought… if summat was gonna happen between us, it would’ve by now. But maybe I’m daft. Maybe I waited too long.”

You were quiet for a long moment. Then you leaned your shoulder against his. “Maybe you just came back at the right time.”

He turned his head a little. Looked at you. Really looked.

And something softened in his eyes.

Without a word, he leaned forward, slow and hesitant, and pressed his forehead to yours.

You closed your eyes.

Neither of you moved for a while. Just sat there, breathing, the rain ticking softly against the windows.

When he finally pulled back, his voice was barely above a whisper.

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Of course.”

He nodded once, eyes low.

You stood up and offered your hand.

George took it.

You didn’t sleep much.

He crashed on the sofa for a bit, curled in some old jumper, hair a mess. You made tea in the early hours and sat on the floor beside him, both of you half-awake.

At some point, he reached out and held your wrist, like a tether.

You let him.

Neither of you said much.

But when the sun came up, he was still there.

And when he looked at you, tired, quiet, still, you knew you hadn’t lost him. Not the real George.

He was still in there.

And now… he was trying.

Trying to come back to himself.

Trying to come back to you.

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[catras-breakup-song]

catradora's canon status turns 5 today. i also turn 20 today. 🪅

i've spent an entire quarter of my life, a whopping 25% of it now, loving the center focus of she-ra and what this show teaches us...

it's actually pretty wild for me to think too deeply about. truly, it can't not mean something absolutely special (if i love myself, of course) when that much of a coincidence is actually reality.

this story isn't just a hyperfixation, it's a permanent part of who i am. it's shaped my later teenage years and helped me through hard times consisting of confusion and loneliness. i resonated better with catra & glimmer than any other fictional characters i had known before or would ever know since then. i found the art style soothing to stare at all the time. i appreciated the words of comfort we're supposed to internalize. it's been a consistent source of familiarity when i needed nothing more than to rewatch the same scenes repeatedly.

the online community surrounding western queer animation, and particularly this piece of media, kickstarted my hobby of collecting video edits, up to the thousands, that many talented creators have made, on an external drive. unfortunately i lost that project over the summer last year and it devastated me deeply, however i never stopped keeping track of my favorites and supporting the works i loved as i continued coming across them, such as this one to “the great war” by @somanypetals, which i will never stop recommending to others here ─ you can also go through my tag for this topic if you'd like! in fact, i also got back into video editing myself for the first time since 2021 last month!

additionally, it wouldn't be an authentic CBS post of mine if i didn't highlight how beautiful five by five takes' analysis videos on youtube are to me. their writing is a top-tier heart-wrenching gold mine and i've lost count of how many times i've rewatched through that playlist again and again. if you love this masterpiece as much as i do, you'll do so tenfold here. i still remember watching the first part of the series, "how she-ra gives us hope", when it was brand new, and i love bragging to fellow friends about being one of 5X5T's earliest subscribers from this fandom!

i (sort of but not really, which is a long complicated story on its own), came from the traumatized wave of angry voltron/KL fans. thankfully i didn't struggle with trusting the writers to follow through on the groundwork they laid down because it had only been my first fandom and therefore i hadn't been hurt by queerbaiting multiple times, but i say this because it was a big deal when she-ra's finale showed something on screen that could not be taken away or undone. catra & adora's romance helped me find peace & pride in my lesbian attraction. although i ended up not being homosexual despite failing to realize it for another year, i am still very much sapphic and wouldn't trade that gift for the world!

speaking of which, one of the best things you can find in a partner is the relatability of a common interest that brings out the emotional connection between you. i've seen @bluedandylyon around before, but i got to know xim more closely on the SPOP creative flex discord server after i jumped in activity there about a month and a half ago (and i only started being active on this blog again after creating it in 2022 back in august last year, it's amazing what that did for me). the two of us genuinely could not have clicked better with anyone else and i believe we were always destined to stumble into each other eventually. i don't know why the universe decided that time was to be so recent, but after spending half a decade single it's been very exciting to finally leave that break behind. because of SPOP, i asked them if they wanted to date on lesbian visibility day (april 26) and something within me renewed to make me the happiest i've ever been! 💟

my thoughts are too scattered and unorganized for this to feel like a proper essay of some sort, but i know i needed to get this done in time and i enjoyed it. i can't appreciate enough how much my identity, the core essence of who i am inside, has been shaped by this 50-episode cartoon. a simple love letter could never cover how important this reboot means to so many people, even if mattel still refuses to acknowledge it. ⚔️🌈💖

[pinkiepig]

Piggy PLEASE tell me I AM FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW I noticed picasso angel and our angel have similar outfits, same with the other two angels are are also matching IS THERE A REASON FOR THAT

also IS half of angel's face missing or is she just like that. If yes, WHY!!! IS THERE A REASON!! IM SO ough I'm so nuts I"M CRAZY sorry, hope you're day is going well! AAAAAAAAAAARHGRAHHGRHGHAHRGHAARRGRH

picasso angel (lol) and ouurr angel are both part of the same class,, all the ones I’ve drawn so far are within that class,, your stereotypical guardian angels! :3 they all look different for variety sake, didn’t want any copies after all,,, all angels are created to be cherished which invites room for various styles of uniqueness.

And um when I say uniqueness I say for the time,, because the creators brain was still,,,, uuuhhhh experimenting,,, and difference in design was a new idea for them at the time,, and oh boy do times change

Angels face is broken since the start of the story, it ain’t supposed to be like that never was. And here we are, I haven’t explored much of that because these characters always come and go when the interest for them arises, and every time they do I feel as if I have to re-explain the dynamic of demon and angel so that people aren’t confused about anything, it’s their mystery after all.

Though just for yoouuuu, It’s not their appearance that angels are worried about its “seemingly” what they lack and the effects it has on their being. It thinks its existence is wrong for that reason; and I have yet to explore that AND I really doooo I just wanna make sure ppl still know who the characters are before I start diving into interpersonal struggles,,, :3 I’m so glad you like them axol you literally inspired me to draw them againnnn 🥺🥺

[satyricplotter]

im foaming at the mouth for your tim thoughts

well firstly: he is my lovely little darling baby whom i love. please jot that down. that one is real important to me. let me see what else i can come up with. these come to me in dreams and also... other... private moments. these are explicit btw.

full head of hair. he's not really very hairy in the rest of his body (really struggles growing a decent beard lol) but he has a lot of hair to grab onto. i really like when he's got his long haired emo look. pin straight. i think he should go to that one japanese salon, they'd have fun with him.

i also think he's very pretty in an understated way. delicate. his particular brand of looks is not flashy, like dick is, or demanding, like jason's, and he's not even the old school hollywood beauty that bruce is. i'd put him in the ballpark of duke, but whereas duke is suave, vigorous, tim's almost waifish. i think it's easy to overlook him. and i like when he looks like cass but. i am gay.

but there are details about him, and those are the ones that really catch your eye. he is deceptively strong. you don't expect it from him, but you can feel it when you touch his arm, when he moves your chair with a quiet excuse me and it's no effort whatsoever. because he's pretty pale, his veins are really easy to spot. you tell him he's a lab tech's dream and he laughs and says, or a vampire, right? and you imagine yourself biting down on the thin skin of his wrist and feel a little faint.

and his eyes! that's the real weapon to me. i don't think he can really hide those. there's just something so... sharp about them. he can play dumb with ease, but there's this keen awareness swimming behind them. anyone who's any bit discerning can see the overwhelming force of his sheer presence in them. this is different from jason, who i also think has a very heavy gaze. tim's gaze is not heavy, but it is.. sharp. like a needle.

also unexpectedly manly at times. and pushy. i don't think you expect him to be pushy, because he behaves so nicely and is generally quite polite (and you do think well, isn't this a little bit of a farce and feel bad because the boy is trying to impress you, be a little kinder). and he really is so very nice until the last possible moment, when he's got you between his sharp, sharp teeth. foxy.

(he is so. relentless. he really does fuck you with wild abandon. i don't know how to explain it exactly. he doesn't slip into mindlessness, there is no fog, he is just so so present all the time throughout it. it may look like he's lost control of himself from the outside but he always knows exactly what he's doing and it is all deliberate and in service of your joint pleasure. the only way i can think to explain this is you know how he zeroes in on a specific goal or mission and everything falls apart until he gets it? like proving bruce is alive. but this time he wants you to unravel underneath him. you will crawl away from him and he'll pull you back asking where you're going because he's not finished with you. good luck with that)

tim is very good at maneuvering, rather than lying outright. dick will deceive with the fervor of a corralled animal, and push come to shove, tim will do so as well but he doesn't prefer that. every bat can come up with a plan and put it in effect but i get the feeling that tim has a real talent for the chess board of it all, and doing do from a distance. he's the person i find the easiest to imagine as a yandere, because he's so prime for the calculation. (i don't exactly know how to explain the difference here with dick, but they could do more or less the same thing, and the mental processes would still be different.)

and he is also so so lonely. he seems like such a lonely child to me. i think his parents were neglectful in a sense, but not unkind, and i think he loved them very much, but he grew up with that little wall that separated him from the rest of the world. so he really looks for that love everywhere. in the small doses he can have it. i don't think even when he does have it, he ever quite believes it. and he really wants it to hold and i think most of the things he does are sort of in service to that desire or in conflict with it. ultimately he will choose what he thinks is optimal, but it does weigh on him.

also, tim sort of... exists to fill a place. in his mind. he is very dutiful to me, and because he is so lonely, i think he feels beholden to fill the place the relationships he has dictate he should. but these sorts of roles come with a type of hierarchy (a flexible one, but still) where his duty is more so defined by need that value (or perhaps value comes from need, which is very noble but not always kind). so say he's playing robin, boyfriend, son: robin will trump all others so long as nobody else is there to share that weight with. boyfriend always falls by the wayside because, well, they can break up with him. and he does feel bad when you tell him you need him there, but. a broken heart is not a life saved. with his dad the thing is a little more complicated, because you only have the one dad (well...) and you can always get a new partner. i think when it comes to you, when he thinks of you as the love of his life, this really is the place that will bring more tension. the biggest shift in priorities. good luck x2!

god. a contract marriage must be hell on earth.

i like his stalkerish tendencies. i'd like to play them up, even. i think they're cute! they betray a need to know more and more as a way of like... consumption. like every morsel of information is a little bit of you encased in him. for a long time he felt like knowing was the only thing he could do, the only thing he had permission for, and i feel he can quite quickly delude himself into think if he can just "stumble upon" these odds and ends of your life, then it's fine. you're both just living within each other's orbit* :) (*there are cameras in your home)

he likes sending you suggestive pictures, more so than outright nudes, just to rile you up (he has read ecchi manga :/). he really loves the ones where he puts stuff in his mouth. think a 20 second clip of him sucking one of those lollipops or a picture of a cherry on his tongue. he likes a really obscene one where his mouth is held open by two fingers pushing against his tongue, gleaming with spit, and you zoom in and is that cum and he's looking at you like these should be your fingers in my mouth. why aren't you here?

i always say he's into psychological warfare. he very rarely gives it to you straightforwardly, because he wants you to use your imagination to fill in the blanks, to spend your time thinking about him, putting together the clues to what he's doing and why he wishes you were there.

to that same end, he's an assiduous user of the voice note. you'll be working, middle of the day, and you get a text with a voice note you gotta scramble off to the bathroom to listen to. it's tim whimpering and moaning, calling for your presence, so needy, voice ragged, out of breath, telling you how all he can think about is your maddening heat enveloping him and how close he is to coming, but you're not there to see it. he never sends any visuals with these, because he wants to drive you mad trying to figure out how he's getting off. is he fisting his cock? is he fingering himself? is he humping against a pillow, imagining it's your thighs? endless possibilities.

phone sex haver. loves to hear you masturbate. HE will call you during a stakeout. kon's always begging to get a little listen in.

he is also. so wicked. i think i've said before but there's little to no way to win over him. it is so frustrating. he could be coming apart underneath you in a way you've never seen and somehow, somehow, the one who's losing it is you. wicked man.

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 17: Hugs

Mushy May put together by the lovely @forlorn-crows <3

Swiss struggles with needing to be useful in the downtime between tours. Aether does his best to help. No warnings, 800 words.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

Aether is always happy to be home after the end of a tour. As much as he loves what he’s been brought to the surface to do, it’s always a relief to be stagnant for a while. Not have much expected of him outside of infirmary work with Omega. To sleep in his and Dew’s actual, proper bed with space to stretch his legs.

The Cardinal’s new ghouls get to learn such reliefs, and Aether smiles when Cumulus shows up late to breakfast with her hair messy and frizzy from sleep. When Rain comes in from a day in and out of the lake. When Cirrus brings books back from the library and spends an entire day reading through the stack.

Swiss, however, is a different story.

He has a visibly hard time adjusting back to life off of the road. He’s not standoffish or lashing out anymore, but he’s restless, desperately throwing himself wherever he thinks he may be needed. Doesn’t stop moving, working. He begs Aether to train him on working in the infirmary the moment Aether deems him acceptable with his quintessence magic. Aether even catches him in the band’s practice rooms working through the setlist they’d just spent months playing nearly every night.

He, very gently, takes the guitar from Swiss’s hands, his claws cracked and blunt from using his hands so much, and puts it away. “Sparkler, come back to the den with me?” Aether whispers, helping Swiss to his feet. “We don’t need to work ourselves to the bone, we don’t need to earn rest.”

Swiss’s ears pin back to his head, jingling the new gold earrings the pack had gotten him during the last weeks of tour. “I- I need to be useful,” he shrugs. He says it so casually too, it makes something in Aether’s chest sting.

He knows, though he doesn’t know any of the big details, that something had happened to Swiss before he’d met the multighoul. Many things had happened. Even the summoning had nearly killed him, but Aether knows about that. He doesn’t know what happened before, and he doesn’t want to push.

Aether pulls Swiss to his feet, doesn’t let go of his hand. Tries to radiate comfort. He smooths a thumb over the back of his hand. “We were summoned for the Project. And when the Mouthpiece goes to speak to the people, that is when they need us. But the tour is over, and you did such a good job on your first tour, spark, but the tour is over, so they don’t need us to perform right now.”

Swiss nods. “Yeah, I know, that’s why I’m trying to help-”

Aether cuts him off by pulling him into a hug. Swiss goes tense and stiff, breathing hitching, and Aether almost lets him go before Swiss completely melts into it with a keen. Goes completely boneless in his arms, and if Aether had any less notice, he’d be scared he wouldn’t be able to catch him.

For what it’s worth, Aether holds him, solid and supportive. Swiss wraps his arms tight around him and buries his face in the crook of Aether’s neck, and he can feel the hot, shaky puffs of breath against his skin. When Aether inhales, his lungs fill with the sweet, spicy and almost herbal scent he’s come to associate with one of the newest members of his pack.

“We have to rest, too,” Aether whispers in his ear. “I was excited to get to know you outside of the Project, you know?”

Swiss chirps, a soft, curious sound that Aether hasn’t heard him make before. He doesn’t pull back from the crook of Aether’s neck.

“Yeah. I was. I still am. Can’t do that if I can’t find you, sparkler,” Aether whispers. He doesn’t make the conscious choice to, but he realizes slowly that he’s rocking Swiss gently where they stand. He tightens his hold on the multighoul, and Swiss starts to purr, shaky and quiet but undeniable.

“There we go, spark. Think you needed this,” Aether whispers, rubbing his back through his shirt.

“I- uh- hah-” Swiss laughs a little nervously before relaxing into Aether’s arms again. “I think so too.”

“I’m more than happy to give you this whenever you need it, Swiss,” Aether whispers. “But for now, come back to the den with me?”

“Yeah,” Swiss breathes. “Can- can I lay down with you when we get there? If Dew’s not too mad about that?”

Aether chuckles, chuffing low in his throat. “He’s not gonna be mad, spark. In fact, he might even want to join us.”

“That’d be nice,” Swiss whispers. His breathing has slowed, arms still tight around Aether’s chest. He can’t help himself but turn and press a soft kiss to his temple.

“Are you ready to go back to the den, spark?” Aether asks.

Swiss takes a deep breath. “Yeah, Aeth. Please take me home?”

Aether grins. “It would be my pleasure.”

[prettydaisygirl]

If possible can we get a part two of the one bed trope with James?

Maybe a smug Sirius when he finds out his plan worked. Maybe even a month after the cabin.

I love your stories so much. You are so talented!!

AND "Hello my love! I am absolutely obsessed with the one bed trope James potter fic you just posted! It’s so lovely :) I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a part two, just the next day where they have a soft, fluffy morning- you know maybe them being a little awkward at first because they’re not sure what to do, but falling into this comfortable intimacy because of the forced proximity? No worries either way but I love your writing!!"

I got two requests for a part two of the one bed trope fic! I'm so glad to see so many of you enjoyed it, I was really proud of it after I struggled with it for a few days haha! I tried to blend these two requests together, and I'm pretty happy with how this turned out. I hope you all enjoy, thanks for requesting <3

(boy)friend!James Potter x fem!reader who get found out ✿ 1.3k words

cw: fem reader, reader and James don't want to admit that Sirius' plan worked, mentions of smut but nothing detailed, Sirius is so dramatic I love him

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This morning was decidedly not going the way you had hoped it would.

It started out good. More than good, you would even say wonderful. You’d woken up with James’ head between your legs, which is quite possibly the best way you can imagine waking up in the morning. You’d cuddled for a while, showered together, and you relished in the feeling of being around your boyfriend. Truthfully, things were new. The two of you have only really been together a few weeks. 

But it doesn’t feel new. It feels like two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly, that were always meant to find one another. Sirius may have pushed you, but there’s a deep knowing in your gut that things would always have turned out this way. A million lifetimes, a million different paths, and you think that you and James Potter would find your way together. 

The morning after your first kiss with James, you’d woken up in his arms in the cabin. 

 Your eyes flutter open, taking in the sight of James Potter’s sleeping face. For a moment, you’re in utter disbelief until you remember the conversation, and the kiss, from the night before. You find your cheeks heating up, and you press yourself closer to him as your heart pounds. His arms wrap tighter around you, like even subconsciously he wants to be closer to you.

You place a gentle kiss on his chin, and he takes in a long breath before his own eyes open. He smiles at you softly, a hand raising to hold your cheek. There’s a moment where both of you just sit comfortably still, looking at each other in the early morning light. Then James lowers his mouth to yours and despite the morning breath it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had. 

When James finally pulls away, you’re sufficiently dizzy and desperate beneath him. He smirks confidently and climbs off of you, holding out a hand for you to take. 

The two of you eat breakfast together, go on a little walk through the woods and enjoy the beauty of nature and solitude. He kisses you again, then, as you slow dance under the trees in the light of the midday sun, and you know you’ll always think of this moment when you hear birds singing.

“We can’t tell Sirius about this,” James whispers to you with a teasing smile on his face. You chuckle, pulling him just a bit closer as the two of you sway.

“No, we cannot.” You agree, your sweet laugh making James’ heart soar. 

The rest of the weekend is much the same. You have sex for the first time, with James whispering how beautiful you are and how much he adores you. You cuddle in front of the fireplace and James falls asleep with his head in your lap as you read him a book. It’s beautiful, everything you could have ever wanted. And you’re not going to tell Sirius.

And so far, neither you or James had managed to let it slip to Sirius, or anyone else, that your relationship had changed so significantly. You didn’t want to hear Sirius’ smug teasing, endure Remus’ knowing looks, or even Peter’s intrusive questions. The two of you just wanted to be you two just for a little bit longer. 

But, of course, secrets can only stay secret for so long. This morning is when things go wrong.

James washes your hair and then kisses you until the water goes cold. He wraps you in a towel, calls you his ‘angel’, and goes downstairs to make breakfast. 

You’ve just finished drying your hair with James’ towel, wearing one of his shirts and your panties, when you hear the front door open and close. You’re not immediately put off, thinking maybe James stepped outside for the paper or something. 

“Oi, Prongs! Why is there a pair of ladies shoes by your door?” Sirius. 

You freeze, looking down at your lack of clothing, the open bedroom door, the obvious evidence of your nights here scattered around James’ home. 

Sirius’ footsteps echo as he moves into the kitchen. You stand, taking the quietest steps you can possibly manage to lean against the bedroom door, listening. 

“Pads, mate, you have to text me when you want to come over. It’s not like we share a bedroom anymore, is it?” Your boyfriend’s voice gives you butterflies, but it only increases your anxiety, overwhelmed by the situation. You grasp the wood of the bedroom door tightly. 

It’s not really a big deal if Sirius finds out, you know eventually everyone will find out. But you weren’t expecting it. You wanted to tell everyone on your own terms. 

“Well, sorry, but I’m here now.” You hear something scrape across the floor, presumably Sirius sitting down at the dining room table. “There’s a pair of women’s shoes by the door, and you’re making pancakes. I’ve interrupted your morning after, haven’t I?” Sirius laughs boisterously and James seems to shush him. 

“Sirius, please-” If James says anything else, you don’t hear it. There’s only a moment of quiet before Sirius’ voice says the worst possible thing imaginable.

“Jamsie,” Sirius’ voice is high and sing-songy, and even though you can’t see him, you know there’s a bright grin on his face, “Is she who I think she is? Did my plan work?”

“So you admit it!” There’s another scraping sound, you guess James sits at the table by Sirius. You decide to move across the bedroom, losing out on some of the conversation while you put your jeans on. 

Fully clothed now, you tiptoe out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Sirius and James are sitting at the table, as you guessed. You and James meet eyes and he shrugs. Sirius sees this, whipping his head around so fast you think he might injure himself.

“Ah-ha! I knew it!” Sirius stands up, clearly proud of himself and his match-making skills, “You don’t have to thank me, just let me plan your wedding!”

“Sirius!” James’ eyes widen and he looks at you apologetically. But, strangely, you don’t feel upset. In fact, you find yourself starting to laugh, and Sirius does too. James looks between the two of you with a furrowed brow before even he can’t help but join in, chuckling and shaking his head. “You can’t just say that.”

“I can say whatever I want because I was right!” Sirius flips his hair over his shoulder dramatically. “I’m thinking ballroom wedding. Fancy for your parents, Jamsie, don’t you think?”

“Oh, absolutely not.” James shakes his head and you take a seat at the table with two of them. He moves closer, brushing a soothing hand over your knee to apologize for Sirius’ intrusion. 

“Really?” You chime in, surprising both of them, “I would imagine you’d want something extravagant, Jamie.” 

“I do! Well, I mean- If… If you want something extravagant, then I do too! I want to show you off…” Sirius watches the interaction with a smirk, obviously taking notes to tease the both of you later. 

You roll your eyes and smile, lightly shoving at James with your hand, though it doesn’t even move him an inch. “We’ve been together for three weeks, James. I don’t know what kind of wedding I want.” 

“Well, you must have some idea-” James’ voice is cut off by the scrape of the chair again, Sirius standing up and putting his hands on his hips. He does a little bow and you roll your eyes again.

“Well, now I have put the idea into your heads. Ponder it,” He smiles giddily, grabs his bag, and begins making his way back to the front door. “I can’t wait to tell Remus about this. He’ll be glad his allergic reaction wasn’t for nothing!”

“Sirius!”

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© prettydaisygirl

[kalied0skull]

I'm just getting this out there before i panic over not getting it done today .. . :3

would like to thank @broareweabouttoviberightnow for feeding the brain with another banger song to think about stevepop to .. specifically with transfem soda ... .

the song in question : Look At That Woman — Role Model ♪

and as always ...

★ ramble under the cut !

i picked the worst time to actually get to this because i am actually so exhausted i think i could pass out whilst writing this AND OH MY GOODNESS CAAAAT okay sorry my friends cat came to say hello

anyhow, i did NOT stick to the proper order of lyrics here (because I trimmed some out to fit the comic better) and I don't know how much i enjoy that fact 💀

but these sets of verses had the biggest visuals to me, and i definitely just ran with it

when thinking about this song, i thought a lot about how i could kind of twist the story and make it fit a bit and came up with a really silly au sort of storyline:

I'm not the best with storyboarding obviously, and the comic definitely shows that bc it seems a bit .. .. weirdly organized BUT LET ME EXPLAIN IT OKAY MAN

i love to imagine this song as transfem soda going off and doing her own thing while steve's off for college, their relationship is going steady and yet steve can't help but overthink about the distance — the fact he has to send letters to soda now instead of just seeing her every other day at the DX or the curtis home. it makes him anxious, and he kind of just throws himself around over missing his girlfriend

the rest of the song is very descriptive well in terms of visualizing transfem soda, and i wish i could've focused on it but unfortunately it seemed a bit silly to just make a drawing purely only for her outfit for this comic 😭 (i probably WILL make a drawing though, nonetheless)

there's just something real entertaining about the idea of steve being the one leaving, and feeling overwhelmed with some kind of guilt because he misses his gal. he's definitely not the type to enjoy long distance relationships, and he's gonna have to whether he likes it or not!!!

thankfully though, soda is a loving girl and cares about steve nonetheless no matter the distance, and she's constantly sending him letters. she doesn't even mind if he doesn't reply to them (he overthinks the replies, too (see the papers on his floors /silly))

the "memory" scene was kind of just me trying to figure out how to display the lyrics in an organized way, and it ended up being a bit of a 'goodbye' scene between the two as soda drops steve off at the airport with his first ever letter — and i like to aaaalso imagine that letter absolutely ruins him permanently in terms of just REALIZING how much he's gonna miss her 💀

steve's got a bunch to stress over — missing his girl, not being able to see his girl, college work, his dorm mates, his dad bitching his ear off still, the guys who might try and dig at his girl — he'll worry about all the stuff soda sends in his letters, and even though soda tells him and reassures that he doesn't have to reply back, steve will ALWAYS send home something to her.

'trying to call, but the leaves start to fall' is a major line for that, just because i think he absolutely does just... struggle with words – and of course, it's fall !!!

iiii dunno, I'm kind of droning on here since I can't form proper sentences at the moment (I'll probably be sleeping right after this 💀) but i really thought this song was pretty neat ... and i had a lot of fun making something way more extra than necessary for it ... hehehe

[yanderemommabean]

Several hours later and I am unfortunately still swimming in yandere opener and yandere headliner thoughts even as I try to get work done. I pray to whoever’s out there that no one who works near me can read minds or they are in for a struggle alongside me.

The opener likes to have me cockwarm him on the bus, finding amusement in how hard I try to keep quiet as every bump in the road pushed me even further down on his dick. Scolding me for distracting him, even as he keeps a hand resting on my cunt for my clit to rub against as we drive. The headliner complaining about him hogging me for too long, pulling out his own dick and shoving it down my throat when he finally runs out of patience, causing me to bounce up and down on the cock still buried in my pussy with every thrust into my drooling mouth. The two of them competing to see who can last longer as I let out muffled whimpers and whines, choking and gagging and holding onto the headliners hips for dear life as if it’ll make him be gentler.

The headliner making up for lost time when it comes time for bed, pushing me down into his bunk and fucking me within an inch of my life, pulling on my hair so I can’t bury my face in the pillow to muffle my screams and cries. He makes me tell him how much better he is, how much more his dick hurts, loud enough that nobody on the bus can get any sleep. God forbid any of them try to complain, finding themselves abandoned on the side of the road out of a gig, being told the only person on that bus that isn’t replaceable is himself. The opener always takes this as a personal challenge the next morning, hold my chin and making me look him in the eyes as he bounces me on his lap, my clit rubbing against his pubic hair with every thrust, faux sympathy on his face as he asks if that mean man pushed me too hard last night, knowing he wasn’t going to let me have it any easier.

Not even getting a break when they’re performing, with the headliner railing me against the mirror in his dressing room as a pre-show good luck charm and the opener sliding his dick down my throat as soon as he’s off stage to de-stress. Both of them agitated at the lack of my presence in the audience, once in a while having a roadie steal me away to drag me up to the barrier, where I’m expected to smile and cheer and sing along like I haven’t been locked up with these nutjobs for months. I never get the chance to slip away with the crowd before I’m escorted backstage once again to see whichever one got cheated on a shouting match with the other, knowing that I’m not going to get peace from either of them for a week.

And as a little bonus, the opener smoking with me sat on his cock, getting me high off the secondhand smoke and finding out the fun way how needy and sensitive I get when I’m high. He makes it a point to hide this from the headliner, deciding this can be our little secret, but he sure likes to push it. Sneaking THC into my food and playing it off when I start getting squirmy, making a comment on how bad road-trip food is before whisking me off to the bunks to finger me for hours with a hand over my mouth muffling my screams, chuckling and whispering in my ear how cute I look as I black out from the pleasure.

I think I need to stop watching hot sweaty men perform during ovulation week. I think that’s bad for me.

Last confession on the matter I pinky swear.

How is being horny bad for you?????

Also please don't shut up this isn't a church this isn't a sin, spill your tasty thoughts so the rest of us may feast because this was SPICY and I ate up every bit!

I picture hawks and Dabi, or Sukuna and Choso, just two horrendously hot yanderes who love and hate to share you and take you apart. 1000/10 gonna read this again and again

-Mommabean (AHHH I LOVE IT!!!!!))

[cressidagrey]

Are Bee and Felicity autistic? I am autistic and the more I read about them the more of a kinship I feel. I know that there’s issues with the portrayal of autistic people as extremely smart in the media (I am not one of those people. I am very very dumb) but just mannerisms and ways of talking seem to me like they are. Please don’t take this the wrong way I just really connect with them both.

First — thank you so much for sharing this. It's never taken the wrong way, and it means a lot that you feel safe enough to bring it up.

Bee and Felicity haven’t been explicitly written as autistic on purpose. I based Bee pretty much on me as a kid (Though I was not quite that smart 😂) and Felicity is also coloured by some of my own experiences (I was a gifted kid, but I wasn't a genius by far.)

One of the most beautiful things about writing — especially character-driven fiction — is how much of ourselves we see in stories, and how much stories can hold space for our experiences. If you see parts of yourself in Felicity and Bee — their way of moving through the world, their particularity, their brilliance, their sometimes quiet but unshakable loyalty — then that connection is real, and it matters. That kind of kinship is powerful.

You’re absolutely right that there’s a harmful trope in media where autistic characters are often only represented through a “genius” lens, which doesn’t reflect the vast, diverse spectrum of autistic people.

That said, I think what you’re picking up on in Felicity and Bee isn’t just intellect — it’s a specificity. The way they both prefer structure. How Bee is sometimes overwhelmed by the sensory demands of people around her and communicates in a very deliberate, thoughtful way. How Felicity struggles with change and expresses affection in her own unique style. Their deep love for their routines and the people in their lives. Those are traits that many neurodivergent readers will probably recognize — and they were written with care, even if it wasn’t always named.

I myself have never been formally diagnosed with autism, but if you give me one of these online tests, chances I'll ace them with A+ for autism. I definetly see myself in a lot of other neurodivergent folks online and have also found success in a lot of coping mechanisms I have seen. I also have a few neurodivergent family members from my father's side...so a lot of that experience also colours my writing and sometimes bleeds into it.

(I did write Percy Cane in the Stay Through It All series as autistic on purpose...he's pretty much my aunt just as a fictional character 😂)

You’ve found something of yourself in these characters. And that makes them a little bit yours, too.

[rubyyuna]

little idea I had for a request: the om brothers with an mc who can't relax until forced to. like they're always doing something and even when they're not they're stressing over things to do and the brothers have to physically drag them to their room/out of the house to make them take a break lol

them: "I had enough, you need some time to relax so we're cuddling right now" *drags mc to bed with them*

Thak you very much for the request! I had a lot of fun with this one, especially with Levi's part, that's probably the best one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Lucifer:

It had been a stressful week, for both you and Lucifer.

Finale exams were coming up which was always a nerve wracking time for everyone in the House of Lamentation, and with Mammon and the rest of the brothers causing their usual havoc, your headache only seemed to get worse by the second. 

Right now though, you were knocking on the door to Lucifer’s office. You see, while you were studying you came across a partially difficult problem and now you needed help. Normally you’d head straight to Satan as you didn’t want to stress Lucifer out even more than he already was, but today Satan was off doing errands so you didn’t have much of a choice. 

By only your first knock, you hear a familiar voice call out from inside the room, “Come in,” and so you do. 

Lucifer was sitting at his desk, surrounded by large stacks of paperwork. He looked even more tired than usual, dark circles bagging under his eyes. Just when you were thinking of leaving and not bothering him, he speaks up, “Is there something you need, Mc?” 

“Ah, yes, if that’s alright.” You say, walking over to him and showing him your textbook, “I’ve been struggling with this one problem, but if you're too busy then I understand.”

“No, no, it's quite alright.” Lucifer stands up with a sigh, walking over to sit on the couch, “I don’t mind helping, as long as it’s you.” 

You sit next to him, placing your notebook on the coffee table in front of you. Without missing a beat, Lucifer places one of his favorite discs into his record player, allowing the soft tune of classical music to fill the air.  

He sighs once more, this time much more relaxed as his shoulders slump, “There. Now, what are you exactly having trouble with? We’ll solve it together.” 

As always.

Mammon:

Seven days.

Seven fucking days!

Mammon had considered himself patient these last couple days but this was getting ridiculous.

He didn’t really know what had gotten into MC or why they’ve been ignoring him recently, but his patience had finally worn thin and he wasn’t going to stand for such neglect anymore.

You mindlessly finish some last-minute homework, your eyes exhaustedly scanning over your paper. Although this is far from the funniest activity in the world, it's definitely better than wallowing in self-pity at having nothing to do. 

Just then, there's a loud, impatient knock on the door.

You practically jump out of your skin at the sudden sound, but before you can invite whoever it is in (you already know though. It’s obvious) the door slams open. 

“Human! Why’ve you been ignorin’ me, me, The Great Mammon!?” It’s, of course, Mammon.

You sigh. While you do care for Mammon, right now you're exhausted, mainly from your own doing but still. 

“What are you talking about, Mammon?” You ask, exasperated. 

Mammon’s frustration only seems to grow at your response, “What am I talkin’ about?! For the last week you’ve been ignorin’ me! I’ve been patient, I really have, but you still won’t budge!”

Mammon’s clearly frustrated, you can’t help but feel bad but you’ve really been exhausted.

It takes a moment but eventually, Mammon calms down. 

He gazes at you for a moment; the bags under your eyes, your messy hair, the scribbled out homework. 

He sighs, scratching the back of his head and looking rather guilty. “Hey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled, but you can’t just ignore me and my brothers either, y’know?” 

You look at him for a moment before apologizing yourself, “Yeah, I’m sorry too. I’ve just been super busy. I know that’s no excuse but-”

Mammon cuts you off with a hug, catching you rather off caught. He seems even more embarrassed by the hug than you as he buries his flushed face into your shoulder.

“Whatever, don’t worry about it.” He grumbles, his hot breath hitting your neck, “Just rest, okay? For a little bit.”

You don’t hesitate to hug the demon of greed back, burying your face in his white, fluffy hair. 

“Thank you, Mammon. I love you.”

“Love you too, MC.”

Leviathan:

Your pencil scratches against the paper in front of you, leaving a line of lead that quickly gets erased. The paper starts to tear under the constant cycle of abuse it’s undergoing. You groan in frustration, setting your pencil down with a soft clank as you rest your head in your hands.

This week's homework was increasingly difficult, leaving you with a pounding headache. You wish you could be as carefree as Mammon (even if he gets in trouble for it). Or maybe as effortlessly smart as Satan. But that wasn't the case for you, you actually had to try to pass. You wouldn't settle for anything less than an A, and neither would Lucifer.

Just then, there's a knock on your door. 

“Come in.”

When the door opens you’re met with the sight of a familiar looking otaku, looking more nervous than usual. 

Levi glances at your homework, barely finished yet already smudged and worn, and then up at you. He seems hesitant to get whatever he wants to say out, but in the end still manages to do so. 

“So… Do you want to play games with me?” Before you can reject him, he nervously continues, “I recently got the new release I told you about, y’know the one based on TSL. I’ve been really excited to play it with you, so uh… I was hoping you could, maybe, play with me.”

“I mean, I’d get it if you wouldn’t want to play with some useless otaku like myself. Like, who would want to be seen with me? No one, probably. Y,know, actually, maybe I should just go-” 

You cut him off, not having the strength to listen to his self degrading ramblings anymore. “Alright, I’ll play.” 

You weren’t originally planning on agreeing, but you couldn’t deny him after all that negative self-talk. Maybe it was all just a ploy to get you to take a break. Probably not. Levi wouldn’t think to pull something like that off.

The sound of clicking and button smashing fills the room, your fingers gliding across the controller as fast as you possibly can. You're never able to keep up with Levi’s attacks though, no matter how hard you try. 

It doesn't take long until you lose, again. 

Levi grins, far too choky for your liking. “Can’t you keep up, MC? What are you, a normie?”

“Shut up.” You groan, sighing in frustration as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

Oddly enough, Levi’s expression seems to soften when you relax onto him and he, in turn, rests his head on top of yours. He just silently continues to play. 

After a while of comfortable silence, he hesitantly speaks up, “Y’know, you can always come to my room to hang out, if you want...” 

You yourself are quiet for a moment before responding, “Thanks, Levi. I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” 

Satan:

Knock Knock

Satan perks up at the knock on the door, he’s already pretty sure he knows who it is.

“Come in.” He calls out.

And, as expected, it’s a troubled looking MC peeking through the crack in the door.

It’s been a rather long couple of days. Mid-term exams are coming up and the material seems even more difficult than usual. 

At first you were thinking of heading to Lucifer or Solomon for help but the two are far too busy as of now, so that only leaves Satan. Not that you mind that is.

You walk into his room, a pile of books in hand. “Hey, Satan. Could you, possibly, help me study? I’d appreciate it.”

Satan doesn’t hesitate to nod, patting the spot on his bed next to him and placing his book down, only after carefully squeezing a bookmark in between the pages. “Of course, MC.”

You sigh in relief before quickly going to sit next to him. He gently takes the books out of your hands, observing the material you're studying for a moment before opening a certain book titled, “The ins and outs of basic curses.”

Satan goes over the material with you for what seems like hours but oddly enough you hardly feel tired. Maybe it’s the detailed way he explains everything that helps you understand it quickly. Or maybe it’s just his presence that soothes you. 

“Satan…” You quietly speak up shortly after one of Satan’s lectures on a specific curse technique. 

“Mh?” He hums, glancing up from the book to look at you.

“Thank you again for helping me out on such short notice. I’ll probably fail if it wasn’t for your help. 

“Don’t mention it. I’m just glad to spend time with you. Come to me whenever you need help. Only me, okay?”

Asmodeus:

This week had been awful! Awful! Asmodeus could already feel the stress blemishing his perfect skin. 

It was around dinner time when Asmo noticed. MC was late to dinner which wasn't too unusual, but still odd. But when they did show up, they looked absolutely exhausted. Which is not good for the skin. Asmo was in shock, never before had he seen his MC so tired. He just had to do something about it.

So, for the past few days, he’s been playing the most relaxing, rejuvenating self care day possible. And now, it’s time to execute it.

Currently, you’re working outside in the courtyard, practicing a new spell Solomon taught you. You still couldn't get it quite right, despite trying for days on end. It was getting frustrating, and you weren’t enjoying it as much as you usually would. 

You sigh, just as someone comes up behind you. 

“Oh, darling~” They chim. You already know who it is. Who else would so casually call you darling? 

“Hey, Asmo.” You turn around to face him but before you can get another word in, Asmo rushes over to you and cups your cheeks.

“Oh dear! Look at you darling, your face is covered in sweat and grime! How awful!” 

You let out a small laugh while prying your face away from Asmo’s hands. “It’s fine, I’m just working on a new spell.” 

Asmo lets out a puff of air. And before you know it, he’s swiftly grabbing your hand, dragging you to who knows where. “It is absolutely not fine. Now you come with me, it’s about time you have a proper spa day.”

It doesn’t take long before you end up in Asmo’s room, seated on the plush chair in front of his vanity. It’s covered with all sorts of skincare products, far surpassing an excessive amount. 

You watch as he walks around his room, grabbing whatever bottles and facemasks that catch his eye and placing them on the vanity. He seems to have this whole thing planned out. 

“So... Asmo, what's the point of this?” You couldn't help but ask. 

Asmodeus doesn’t pause in what he’s doing as he responds, “You haven’t been taking care of yourself recently, darling. And it’s breaking my heart. So, we’re going to change that today.” 

“You don’t need to worry about me so much.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, darling!” He says as he rubs some sort of cool cream on your face. “Just relax and let me take care of you.” 

“Take care of me, huh?”

“Mhm~” 

You suppose it can’t be that bad. And besides, maybe a break from all the spellcasting could do you some good. 

Either way, there’s no chance that Asmo’s going to let you go now.

Beelzebub:

Beel found himself without an appetite.

It’s not that he's not hungry, more so that he can’t bring himself to eat no matter how hungry he gets. 

Beelzebub just couldn't bring himself to eat without MC by his side, and recently they’ve been skipping meals. 

Beel is a simple demon. He can’t come up with a soothing spa day to make you relax like Asmodeus can, nor can he read books to you until you fall asleep like Satan. But what he can do is food.

Homework? Done

Magic Practice? Also Done

Cleaning? Again, done

You had absolutely nothing to do. It was infuriating. You had already finished all your regular duties, so you decided to take up cleaning. You even did Mammon’s chores after you became desperate enough. 

But now you’re out of things to do once more, leaving you with nothing to do but rot in bed. 

You groan while scrolling on your phone, heavy bags under your eyes. Just then there's a knock. 

“Come in.” You call out.

“Hey, MC.” Beel says softly, his arms filled to the brim with different snacks and desserts. 

“What’s all those snacks for? Did you steal all the food from the pantry again and came here to hide? 

Beel simply shakes his head though. His expression is as blank as ever, leaving you with no idea what he's thinking or up to. If he was anything like Mammon that'd be a bad thing, but good thing this is Beel we’re talking about. 

“I wanted to eat these with you.” Beel says, offering you one of the many bags of chips in his hands. 

Well, that was better than nothing, wasn't it? Although you’d much rather do something more productive, it could work. 

You give him a soft smile. “Sure, Beel. Thank you.”

The loud sound of Beel’s crunching almost drowns out the sound of the movie in front of you. You can hardly bring yourself to mind though. You’re used to it by now. 

Your head rests against Beel’s shoulder, allowing your eyes to finally close and your mind to go blank. 

It had been a while since you last got to rest like this.

It's nice...

Belphegor:

Belphine grumbles as he nuzzles his face into his pillow, although it’s not as comfy as it used to be. Actually, nothing seems as sleep inducing as usual; his mattress, blanket, pillow, nothing. Belphegor just can’t sleep without MC by his side, which has been increasingly difficult recently with how busy they’ve been.

He grumbles once more before lazily sitting up. Belphine isn’t one to hold back when it comes to his thoughts and feelings, so he refuses to just lay down- especially when he can’t even sleep- and mindlessly wait for MC to become less busy.

You speed walk on your way to the kitchen, going to go get a quick snack before continuing to tiredly slave over all your paperwork. As you're busy walking, you feel an unexpected hand grasp your wrist. 

When you turn around you see a familiar sleepy looking demon. 

“Come with me.” Belphine practically demands. 

“Huh?” You tilt your head to the side, what did he need you for..? “Why?” 

Belphine seems to grow impatient when you question him and he suddenly tightens his grip on your wrist, silently dragging you to.. Somewhere?

“Belphine, seriously, where are you taking me? I have work, you know.” You ask again and yet he still doesn’t answer.

It doesn’t take long until you reach the attic. 

You're confused at first and that confusion only seems to grow when Belphegor silently pushes you onto the bed, and, without an explanation, crawls on top of you and lies down. 

“Belphine…?” You call out softly, resting your hand on his cloud like hair, “Can you explain to me what you're doing now?”

“Haven’t you already figured it out?” Belphegor grumbles, his eyes closed, “We’re cuddling.”

“Well I can see that, but why?”

“Because.”

“Because…?”

You sigh, knowing you're not going to get the answer you desire. Although, despite your confusion and silent protests this is actually quite nice.

 It’s been a while since you’ve taken a break. 

And maybe Belphine’s unexpected disturbance is exactly what you needed.

Quick note: if anyone has any requests feel free to request them of me. I'm officially out, so I'd be very grateful. And I hope you enjoyed my writing.

[after-the-ellipsis]

I think another anon mentioned this a few years ago. Essentially they asked about Hannibal having unrequited feelings for Will. You replied that if Will didn’t feel that attraction towards Hannibal he wouldn’t be struggling so much. If Will did somehow have no attraction towards Hannibal how would that change how Hannibal’s feels and what he would do? I remember you mentioned that HWPOV! Hannibal noticed that Will was figuring Hannibal’s attraction towards him.

*pulls up a chair* Lemme tell ya, Will and Hannibal’s relationship is complicated. In canon, in fanon, in my fics, in all the things. Any time I try to analyze that relationship or make a taxonomy of its components I always feel a little disappointed in myself, like I've failed to capture their essence. Which is why fiction is so wonderful, because it expands ideas where meta tends to contract and pin them down. On the whole, I prefer expansion!

When talking about Will’s feelings for Hannibal it’s important to make some distinctions. I generally use the word “attraction” to mean physical or sexual attraction. But also there’s romantic love, the desire to share one’s life with a partner, and beyond that—this one’s critical for Will and Hannibal—there’s the longing for metaphysical wholeness, like calling to like, a kind of inseparability of self. Hannibal desires Will on all three of these levels of longing.

People (including me!) sometimes make the mistake of talking about Will’s “feelings” like it’s this catch-all term, but just because Will returns Hannibal’s feelings on one or more of these levels of longing doesn’t mean he returns all of them. On the show Will returns Hannibal’s feelings on the metaphysical level strongest of all, and he wrestles with his romantic desire for Hannibal right up until the end. As for physical attraction, we still don’t know! Canon didn’t get the chance to tackle that one.

When it comes to HWPOV!Will’s levels of longing, I take the fifth! He’s still figuring that out. (So am I.)

You asked what the story would be like if Will wasn’t attracted to Hannibal. I’m not sure if you mean physical attraction or something more. Hannibal is primarily attracted to Will because of their metaphysical connection, “you and I are just alike” etc etc. He wants Will to accept and love the part of himself that is Hannibal. If that essential connection weren’t present, if Will wasn't attracted to Hannibal in this all-important metaphysical sense, then there would be no story! Because that’s what drew Hannibal’s interest in the first place. So as long as that metaphysical level of longing is reciprocated, Hannibal is going to continue pursuing Will no matter what.

[elceewunjo]

"No", she said firmly.

There should be no pleasure taken from what she was about to do, she knew this much. She would be a pariah, after this, but if the war could be won, wouldn't it be worth it?

Her soul was a wretched thing anyway, no one would miss it much. Not even her. She'd always been too much —too much anger, too much passion. Such was not the way of her people.

She stepped inside the circle she had used only moments ago to summon him. Tanned skin, grey eyes, black hair, he looked almost human. No horns, no wings. No flaming eyes. But she knew better.

"You have been lied to, little lamb," he said as she stood tall in front of him. She'd expected him to be taller.

"And I will be lied to again, I am sure." She was tired. It was only the beginning, and she was already tired. "Especially while being bound to the likes of you."

He said nothing, only watched her patiently, a slight smile on his face.

"Do you agree to my bargain?", she asked. Let this be over, she thought.

"Your soul will be mine. My power will be yours. Let it be so."

She had anticipated resistance from him. She'd been ready to try and trick him, make him believe she could be corruptible. But here he was, agreeing to fight for the other side without so much as a protest. Did he not care what she would do to his brethren? To the ones bonded to them?

"What you do with my power is your concern only, Night Killer. It matters not. In time, you will be mine regardless."

She looked into his eyes then, and the anger she found there almost made her step back. Pure emotion. Unadulterated fury. It was like looking at herself.

I am making a mistake, she thought. He is too much like me.

But she carved the rune in her palm anyway, and offered it to him. He smiled, carved a mirrored symbol inside his hand, and sealed their pact in blood. The circle glowed as her soul was ripped away from her. Power flowed in her, filling the hole that had been left there.

So much power.

That was why her people had been struggling. Witches were few, but they were powerful. It took a dozen of Night Killers to subdue one of them —and even then, sometimes they couldn't. Angels only ever gave a fraction of their strength, and it was never enough to truly win.

She would be an enemy of her people, for a while. But with this, she could win for them. With this, the war would be over. And maybe, just maybe, she could finally belong.

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"No," she said firmly when he offered pleasure instead of pain.

He could sense her determination, little Night Killer standing before him. So young, sent to the slaughter by her people for a war she did not understand. He would make a witch out of her soon enough. Because it suited him. Because it would save his dying family.

"You have been lied to, little lamb," he said when she stepped into the circle that had drawn him to her. For what she was about to offer him, he owed her honesty, at least.

"And I will be lied to again, I am sure," she said tiredly. "Especially while being bound to the likes of you."

He smiled at her. He would lie if needed, it was true. No need to deny it.

"Do you agree with my bargain?", she asked.

"Your soul will be mine. My power will be yours. Let it be so." He already had a soul. Given to him some fifty years ago when his previous witch had died. It would run out, eventually, but right now he needed hers for someone else.

He caught the surprise in her eyes at his apparent lack of protest. If she backed down now, he would lose everything.

"What you do with my power is your concern only, Night Killer. It matters not. In time, you will be mine regardless."

He would sway her, eventually. He hoped. She looked in his eyes, and he could not hide his anger from her. Anger at her people. At the so called angels that had ripped the souls of his people for daring to feel. To want. She did not belong with them, this little Night Killer —too much fury in her, too much defiance. It mirrored his own. Not even bound, and she was already his.

I will show you the truth of life, he thought.

He smiled when she carved a binding rune in her palm. He sliced the same symbol on his hand, and took hers, mingling their blood. The circle glowed. He could feel her soul depart, flowing along the line of his power. The life of it reaching his sister.

Yes.

This was why his people were dying. So few humans were willing to defy the Night Killers now, souls were a rare currency. His power was gone. Such a small price to pay for family. The bond he had carefully crafted thrummed with life when his sister awoke for the first time in two centuries.

He would be scorned by his people, for a while. One does not side with the enemy, not even to save family. But if he could sway her to their side instead, they would finally have a chance. And maybe, just maybe, he could finally rest.

Take my soul

"Will it hurt when you take my soul?"

"I can make it feel like pleasure if you'd prefer."

[actuallyvady]

me: having unmedicated ADHD makes it impossible to function

also me: *doing homework for my video game hobby*

[demaparbat-hp]

Here I am, pushing the Jian Li (Akai Kotou! Zuko) = Jinshi (The Apothecary Diaries) agenda.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

When in doubt, Soup it out.

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