#and i happen to always love beautiful people

[quesocheeso]

Hi! I’ve seen you answering and kinda info dumping about pregnancies in your Au and how they work, and I was wondering how they work biologically.

I’m always so interested by world building and new ideas, and as me myself is creating a pregnant Au, I’m really curious about the process. Would you be willing to explain more in-depth? (Sorry if this is a weird ask :3)

I mean there ain’t really much to it y’know

…when two people love each other very much they— *gets dragged away*

Okay but yeah the process is basically a normal pregnancy, people bombayayah and if they don’t use protection- *boom* a baby is created,, but that’s the normal stuff, so looking at it through the magical lens…

High magical procreation/birth/pregnancies are RARE, and it’s not because the higher the magical ability the lower the fertility, its actually the opposite (kinda), it’s rare because of the mortality rate for the birther and the baby so a lot of beings don't go through with it unless they know their partner could feesibly handle it.

So fertility wise, a lot of times I see how the more powerful the being the lower their fertility but let's put it here as the opposite, that along with the low rates of births, you wind up with strong beings who need to be calculated in who they partner up if all they want is a heir.

This is where arranged/political marriages come in, however the risk is higher to the partner who would be the birther so they have to be given a higher political status and benefits to their families to equal out the risks they'll have in the marriage.

(This also means that people who have already gone through a high magical pregnancy and survived are much more sought out for and receive courtship letters after a certain period of time after the birth even if they are still married....which means Macaque gets real popular after Xiaotian is born lmao)

For couples who are not looking to have children due to the risk but still want to be intimate, there have been spells/sigils passed down in families to prevent pregnancies from happening,,, which becomes real funny when you realize no one in FFM would be privy to this kind of info so Wukong has to suck up his pride and ask DBK for his family's spell lmaooooo brother gets laughed at before he gets sat down and given a detailed presentation over the sigil,,, the couple just has to make sure to always cast it or else they'll be getting a lil surprise lol

The whole process is calculated and thought out for powerful beings, it's a gamble not many are willing to take and seeing as a lot of them are immortal many don't see the need for children

Also going back to my previous point:

This is how Macaque looked when he reintroduced himself to the court after his magic deficiency was finally gone from Xiaotians birth

Tell me who wouldn't want to write courting letters for this beautiful mf

[etherealrin]

✧₊⁺ thinking about nerd!karasu...

nerd!karasu who wears heavy rimmed glasses whenever he's in class or studying. though he wears contacts most of the time and whilst playing football, he houses a firm belief that wearing his glasses make him a better student.

nerd!karasu who accidentally becomes your academic rival after placing above you one too many times in the test rankings. it pisses you off how he's so good at analyzing your facials, knowing exactly how to press your buttons. and he wasn't even a psychology major!

nerd!karasu who's in love with anthropology and can occasionally be found on weekends sitting in random cafes near campus. according to him, he's "people watching."

nerd!karasu who needs a matcha latte every morning or else he cannot function at the 9 AM lectures he foolishly thought he could wake up for when he was doing course registration.

nerd!karasu who despite being known as "studious" somehow has time to be the star player of your university's football team, and a full time gym rat. does this man even sleep?

nerd!karasu who is often caught at the convenience store at stupidly late hours. one time you witnessed him microwaving a buldak carbonara inside of 7-11 at 3 am. why were you there? to get a red bull (so you could continue your all nighter.)

nerd!karasu who's keenly perceptive; he knows when you're feeling down. if he's feeling generous that day, he'll ask if you want to grab pastries together (when you're in a bad mood he almost always pays.)

nerd!karasu who during midterm and finals season is too tired and locked in to gel up his hair so you're blessed with the rare sighting of his raven colored locks falling naturally down his face. his bangs get into his eyes and he has to shake his head to clear them.

nerd!karasu who has this infuriating (hot) habit of lifting his shirt up to wipe his sweat in the too-warm lecture halls, giving everyone a glimpse of impeccable washboard abs. he winks when he catches girls staring.

nerd!karasu who's favorite subject is chemistry, which you happen to share with him. your professor had just assigned a month-long lab report that would total 20% of your semester grade, so you were really praying that your partner wouldn't be a complete bum. when karasu’s name and yours are called together, you're not sure whether to be relieved or distressed. on one hand, karasu was insanely smart. on the other, he was annoying, your number one competitor, and kind of beautiful. scratch that, he was majestic.

karasu wastes no time tracking you down after the professor is done, his smirk making you self-conscious.

"would ya look at that, sweetie. it's us two, again."

"yeah well, don't drag us down," you shoot back, rolling your eyes. you pretend he has no effect on you, that his deep eyes don't draw you in with a magnetic pull.

and maybe nerd!karasu had pure, academic intentions when he invited you to his room to work on the report. maybe he didn't mean to lean in too close, to flirtingly tease with you.

you're trying to type and he's making it impossible because he insists on "making sure you didn't mess up his pc settings." what that really entails is his hot breath on your neck as you attempt to finish up the document. karasu is staring shamelessly; you're trying not to think about any of it. you're in his room, sitting in his chair, with his things surrounding you—worst of all, he's way too close. every little spike of his purplish hair, you feel against your skin.

"you're turning red," he notes, peering at you through his black rimmed frames.

"maybe if you got off m- huh?"

karasu's pulling you in by the waist, expression unreadable and eyes shining with anything but the intent to do schoolwork.

"we're practically done now. i think that we should stop studying the reactivity of elements and start looking at attractivity instead."

a/n: karasu and his cheesy chem pickup lines…we've seen nerd!gojo but wb karasu!! even better bc imo this is so canon.

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—❝S∪GAƦ, Y𝓔S P𝐿EASE!❞

contents jason todd x fem!reader, bride/wifey!reader au, tooth rotting fluff (+ a teeny tiny bit of angst), songfic (bc i'm high-key a sucker for them), 2k+ wc. synopsis jason marrying the love of his life—you :)

[I'm hurting, baby, I'm broken down. I need your lovin', lovin', I need it now.]

The man Jason used to be before he met her and the man standing at the altar now were two entirely different people. Before, he was hardened, broken, convinced he was beyond saving. After the resurrection, he had been nothing more than a shell of himself—no longer the sweet, happy Robin. But then she came into his life, and piece by piece, she put him back together. Every time she was near, she picked up his shattered remains, healing him in ways he never thought possible. She became the guardian angel his 15-year-old self had desperately needed.

Now, standing at the altar, waiting for her, Jason felt something foreign yet familiar—hope.

[When I'm without ya, I'm something weak. You got me beggin', beggin', I'm on my knees.]

The weight of the moment pressed down on him. Everyone’s eyes were on him—it was expected, of course, he was the groom. But Jason had never liked being in the spotlight. His heart pounded against his ribs, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He wasn’t nervous about marrying her—that was the one thing he was sure of—but the anticipation, the sheer magnitude of what was about to happen, sent his nerves into overdrive.

Then, the music changed. A hush fell over the room.

And as Jason lifted his head, his breath caught in his throat.

There she was.

Walking toward him, down the long white aisle, looking every bit like the angel she had always been to him. His knees nearly buckled. Was it the nerves? Or was it the sight of her—the woman who would soon be his wife?

Both. It was both. And for her, Jason would go to his knees all over again.

[I don't wanna be needing your love. I just wanna be deep in your love.]

The Jason before her had been defensive, guarded, unwilling to let anyone in. No matter how sweet she was, he had fought against needing her—whether because he felt too broken, too unworthy, or simply too afraid to be vulnerable.

But as she walked toward him now, memories of her flooded his mind.

The first time they met—her tumbling into him, muddy and scraped up from roller-skating straight into his path. Jason had barely had time to register what had happened before he was on his knees, making sure she was okay.

Their first date—her in a sundress that made her glow like the sun itself, laughing as she compared them to mismatched socks. "We're like a perfect pair!" she'd said. He hadn't known if it was the way she made imperfection seem beautiful or the way she so easily called them a couple, but his knees had felt weak even then.

Jason had once told himself he didn't want to need her love. But he had missed the memo—his heart had already been deep in her love from the first moment he saw her. And for the first time since his resurrection, Jason Todd didn’t mind needing someone else.

[And it's killing me when you're away, ooh, baby.]

As she reached him, he took her hands in his, steadying both her and himself. Another memory surfaced.

Jason, exhausted, dragging himself home after another brutal night of crime-fighting. His body ached, his mind was drained, and his soul felt heavier than ever. But when he opened the door to his apartment, warmth wrapped around him like a long-lost embrace.

The fire crackled softly in the dim room, the smell of roasted beef lingering in the air. And then, there she was. Smiling at him, eyes full of love. A moment later, she was in his arms.

"I got off early from nursing school," she had said, as if those simple words weren’t everything.

But they were everything.

Jason had never realized just how much he needed her—how much he hated being away from her—until that moment.

[Cause I don't really care where you are. I just wanna be there where you are.]

Now, in the present, Jason’s cold hands enveloped hers, his world narrowing to just her. The nervousness, the crowd, the weight of all the eyes watching—it all disappeared.

And then, finally, his lips met hers. A kiss filled with love, devotion, and every spoken and unspoken vow in his heart.

It didn’t matter where they were—in his tiny apartment, feeding ducks by the river, ice skating (and failing miserably), or lost in a crowd larger than Gotham itself.

Jason didn’t care.

As long as he was wherever she was, that was enough.

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© — ggυɱi '25

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[baambied]

𝒀𝑶𝑼'𝑹𝑬 𝑵𝑶 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑴𝑬, 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀 𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼. . . .

𝑽𝑨𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬 / 𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑲𝑨

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔/𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔

cw nsfw blood gore manipulation death/killing headcannon with plot blood sucking/eating vulgar language drunk man bothers reader possessive!sevika hot makeout session finger sucking tension yearning

here....sevika is loosley inspired by 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕

vampire/rockstar!sevika ✗ human!femreader

m.list

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who had achieved immortality in the early 1700s, at the age of 34 in france . . . the person who made her happen to have the most ancient blood known to all vampires, that blood now in her making her stronger, faster, more advanced than any other vampire.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who . . even though being alive for 100s of years, moving from city to city, she still has that french accent laced in her voice, making her even more captivating to humans other than her appearance.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who slowly discovers how she is capable of more other than advanced strength and fast speed. . . learning how mortals were below her kind, learning how much power she had over the human mind. . if sevika wanted to, she could compel a whole group of humans and use them as mindless puppets.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who learned how to control her thirst around humans, which is something lots of vampires have a hard time doing, took her years to accomplish this.. but she can't lie. . she'd slip up sometimes .. draining the blood of tons of humans in her pastime.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who went on a killing rampage in the 1700s after she was turned, letting out any anger, disgust,disbelief she held against herself for her new life, draining almost any human in sight mainly targeting ones who evil, who have done evil things.

acting on impulse and personal desire for blood. In her early vampire nature, she saw these acts as a thrill, viewing it as a natural part of her existence of a vampire.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who doesn't have a coven and prefers to wander, moving from place to place, meeting new and different people, learning new languages.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who always had a passion for music, i mean, she watched how music drastically changed over time. . . how it became more improved. it fascinated her how something so beautiful could get even better...sure she loved the jazz era in the later 1900s, but she also loved the new era sounds too.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who learned how to play every instrument in the book during her 100 years of walking on this earth

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who is now living in the 1990s. .a drummer in a popular rock band.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who loves the feeling of being on stage, the feeling of the stage lights beaming on her cold skin, hearing the cheers from the crowds - the women cheering, women who happens to have the hots for the buff, muscular, pretty looking drummer. . .screaming her name 'sevika! sevika!' like a prayer out of a bible. . . she needed this no - .. she yearned for this.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who sometimes invited women backstage to her dressing room - calling them her personal groupies , she'd get the talking, but she never paid attention to their words or how much they loved her when in reality sevika knew they just wanted her to fuck them - not that she minded.

but she'd mainly paid attention to the thumping in their chest, their veins pulsing underneath the soft skin...she used her words...manipulate them...almost like mind control, get them thinking this whole situation wasn't real, was just a figment of their imagination- maybe even a dream before piercing her sharp fangs into the side of their neck, letting the thick blood hit her throat.

she doesn't kill them, just drinks enough to satisfy her thirst, then stopping before their heart stops beating, the women would wake up in the comfort of their own homes the next day, light-headed with no memory of last night in their brain...just the throbbing sting on the side of their neck.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who nearly loses her self-restraint on stage just by smelling your sweet scent of blood in the crowd, her silver sharp eyes immediately finding your beaming doe brown ones in the crowd of people, her eyes almost staring through you, watching your veins pulse under your skin, watching the sweat roll down your neck, hearing your fast heart thumping in your chest as your adrenaline was high by the atmosphere of the concert...

if it weren't for you suddenly going to the bathroom, she would have drained you right there in the crowd in front of all these human eyes.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - accidently slips up and sucks a stage manager dry the same night, just so she can soothe the ache in her throat.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who thinks she doesn't have to see you anymore after the night - smell you anymore. . . . but oh boy, she was wrong.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who is shocked when you end up being the groups new stylist, with hair and clothing.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who won't let you touch or dress her - or even fix her hair and clothes even though you're supposed to, and that's what you were hired to do. .

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who ignores you for the first 4 weeks - staying away from you like you were the plague that could get her sick within seconds.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who finally gets used to your sickly sweet scent enough to actually let you fix her clothes and hair.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who notices how you just couldn't keep your eyes on her glistening chest that was shown due to a few of her buttons being undone on her shirt, you're eyes even widened at the imprint of nipple piercings from under her shirt where her breast were covered - to this sevika can't help but smirk at your wandering eyes.

at this moment, you were currently fixing sevika's belts that had gone loose. . . the belt wasn't meant to hold up her pants but was there for the style instead, silver chains hanging from them so anytime she moved your hear, her dark red button up that was once closed now opened showing the middle of her chest.

even though she was sweating, it didn't look like she was out of breath. . . you noticed this, but just thought she may have good cardio or something.

but. .you couldn't help but stare at her chest, your breath catching in your throat as you saw the imprint of what seemed to be piercings on her nipples, you couldn't help but wonder how they looked without being covered.

"see something you like? mon chèrie.." you felt as if your heart leaped out your chest at her voice, her deep voice - husky tone with a french accent laced in it, that itself had you captivated by her. . you've heard she was from france, yet you've never heard her talk. . . . and my god it was so attractive.

"i - i no. . . I'm fine.." you respond with a flustered look on your face, looking up you could feel your knees buckle seeing as she was staring at you, her sharp gray eyes gazing at you causing an almost chilling ambience that made you shiver.

sevika then looked away, a huge smirk on her face as if she had just heard something that she wasn't exactly supposed to, her teeth showing as she smiled, making you catch her long canine teeth.

"une créature tellement intéressante. . ." the immortal mumbled before walking away, you stood in the same spot, confusion drenched on your face as you didn't understand her sentence - yet it still left a strange warm feeling in your stomach, a feeling that didn't feel quite comfortable, a feeling that felt good but dangerous to have at the same time.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who finds herself indulged in a conversation with you, and during this, you can't help but realize how intriguing this woman is. . .how her sentences seemed so perfect, almost as if they were rehearsed, how she tends to speak as if she is from a different timeline, anytime she'd say something in french it caused a spark in you. . . she was perfect. . .so perfect in your eyes. . so deniably perfect.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - sevika, who slowly grows more comfortable around you, yet still has to ignore the urge to sank her fangs down in your neck.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who starts to feel emotions in her vampire form that hasn't been felt since she was human, it makes her grimace in distaste at the thought, the thought of being with you. . . ruining you. . . people would call her the walking devil on earth, using human blood to quench her thirst, not being able to go outside due to sunlight. .

the night holding all her secrets , shame, and guilt . . . and loneliness and the certain bloodlust urges that couldn't been seen when the night grew into a bright daylight. she was a monster. she did monstrous things. . .she couldn't be with you, someone who was way too good for this planet, to kind for their own good. she couldn't ruin that....couldn't ruin you.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who just can not keep her feelings in check, so she starts ignoring you once more like she did when you first started working, like you were the plague of the next century.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who is walking home from a pub one night, darkness surrounding the night sky, only thing heard was the steps of her shoes hitting the pavement , when suddenly her ears caught the sound of yelling nearby. . . coming from an alleyway, she slowly walks to the ally, her silver eyes looking at the scene displayed in front of her , not supirsed when she finds a drunken man bothering a women she couldn't see the face of , a sight she has seen countless of times throughout her years, she could smell the bourbon seeping through the man's skin causing her to cringe, it was truly disgusting.

she rolled up her sleeves of her white button up and walked closer, the man not yet noticing her presence...before sevika could act, she caught a whiff of a very familiar scent. . a sweet so fucking alluring scent.

once sevika realized that the woman infront for her, is, in fact, you, for some unknown reason, this sends her into a frenzy - something about seeing you useless against your will by a drunken - disgusting pig of a man made her so damn furious.

it was like she suddenly snapped . . edged with anger, those human feelings that she had buried weeks ago creeping back into her head.

within seconds, she was like the wind behind the man roughly grabbing the back of his suit and pulling him away from you and in a flash the man's body was hitting the other side of the ally wall, bricks even breaking from the building at sevika's supernatural strength.

next thing she knows, her fangs are piercing the man's throat, the feeling of an intoxicated blood entering her system. She was repulsed by his taste, yet still so sickened by his actions.

she could hear your whimpering escaping your lips, staggered breathing as you tried to regain control over it, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest, eyes widened in terror at the sight of sevika's - the woman you once viewed as flawless and the epitome of perfect was now infront of you sucking the life out of the man who followed you from a bar nearby against your will.

you didn't know whether if you were paralyzed with fear. . .or shock. . .

driven by sheer terror , not knowing what might happen next - acting out on pure fear you found yourself running down the ally way, the muscles in your calves already tired from your paralyzed stance from before, you ran and didn't look back.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who expected to see you on the news the next day explaining how you saw "the devil itself drinking the blood and eating the flesh of a human" last night. . . but surprisingly, there was nothing of that sort. Instead, the man sevika drained dry and bought to the woods was found and told to die in a freak accident with some sort of wild animal. .

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who realizes you don't show up to work for 3 days straight , her silver eyes attempted to find yours like before in the crowd of mortals each time she performed those nights. . failing each time.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who wouldn't be surprised if you fled town to escape her unnatural acts. . but boy, was she surprised to see you standing in her dressing room after a show, sevika acting adrenaline and impulse she immediately told the woman she had brought with her to go away .

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who acts surprised when you confront her about what happened in that ally , you're absolutely baffled by her words. . . her pure lies of her twisting the narrative of the truth to fit her lie. . . she was lying through her teeth to you.

"please - i feel like my mind is spinning out of control i- i don't . . . know what i saw i-"

"you're right, you don't know what you saw. . . you're confused ma mie. ." sevika's voice spoke out lowly, a smooth whisper with something lingering behind it.

"b-but. . . you. .i saw you. ." you stumbled over your words, bottom lip shaking as you thought about the terrifying acts you saw that night, you weren't crazy. . . you know what you saw.

"shh shh shh. . ." sevika put a hand to her lips, mimicking a quiet action with her pointer finger that was covered in two chunky silver rings. . "mon amour please. . . you had drank alot among that night, my eyes caught you in an ally way grappling with a drunkard . . . i got him off you - saving you, that is all you need to remember." her deceptive demeanor hid her true intentions, the constant contradiction she put on you was overwhelming.

"no. . .the blood dripping down your chin, the - the look in your eyes. . the sounds" your sentence coming out in a broken whisper "you killed that man by - sucking his blood. . .I'm not crazy ... i was doubting everything - my own memories, but i know what i saw."

you were looking down, meaning you missed sevika's gaze darken at your words. . her eyes fiercely staring at you, burning through you like lava, piercing through your soul.

she had an alluring and almost hypnotic gaze.

"are you afraid." Were the only words spoken out by sevika, her sentence coming out like a demand for you to answer other than an actual question.

but. . .

were you?

as crazy it sounds, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders at her words. . . these three days you spent in your home, petrified, thinking what you saw was a figment of your own imagination, thinking you were going mad, thoughts racing so fast against eachother you couldn't even keep up.

the dressing room was filled with a heavy suffocating silence, almost eerie.

but also the tension between you and the immortal was growing thick, probably more thick than the silence around you. . .sevika leaned closer to you, her broad and buff figure towering over your shorter figure, you still hadn't looked up at her . . your height making your eyes only reach her chest, this only made sevika lean lower , her body moving forward causing you to slowly step back. . . . this process stopped when your back hit the wall of her dressing room.

she could hear your lips shakily pressing into a line, roughly gulping . . and she could practically feel the nervousness seeping out of your pours , almost as if your emotions were intact with one another, she could feel everything you were feeling in this moment.

this was new for her...

having someone else's emotions connect within her own. . .

you were unable to form a single sentence, the tension felt so thick it suffocated you like blanket, leaving you hot and sweaty.

if sevika had the pleasure of breathing again, her breath would definitely be caught in her throat when she finally saw you look up at her, she's seen many eyes before, many expressive ones filled with different colors. . but your beautiful big brown eyes catch her off guard, again something that does not happen to her often. . . she was almost bewildered at this feeling.

sevika head slowly leaned closer to you, gently resting her forehead on yours as he clenched her eyes tightly - she had never been this close to you before so the the sweet scent of your blood flowed in her nose more easily. . . the smell nearly making her go feral. .

you slightly gasped when you felt her drag her head in the crook of your neck, for second you think you hear a low animalistic guttural growl escape her throat, her nose sniffing you as if you were some sort of food for her dinner. . .

her hands reaching beside you on the wall, she was almost shaking. . . you were in such a vulnerable position, she could sink her teeth into your skin if she desired to. . . just thinking about that made her hands clench, which they did, into the hard - blue painted wall causing a loud crushing noise to enter your ears.

"i can still smell him on you. . .his vulgar stench" sevika growled , her voice was deeper, smooth, and almost seductive, making you close your eyes, parting your mouth, letting out a shaky breath you didn't know you were holding in..

"do you know what i am. . ."

all of the nervousness , fear that was once in your body, was now replaced with the sudden urge of desire for this women infront of you - this immortal, you knew what she was you've heard of the myths, legends of blood drinking demons that preyed among humans. . .

yet you weren't scared of her, if she wanted to hurt you - even kill you . . she would have by now.

"Do i not scare you, mon chèrie. . ."

"no. ." your words came out with no hesitation, you didn't even think before you replied.."you saved me. .that night. . ."

sevika grunted at your words, her eyes still clenched closed, she could feel the heat radiating off your body coming onto her's, she pulled her head from your neck, looking into you eyes once more.

sevika looked as though she was drunk off your scent, her lidded gray eyes staring at you as her lips pursed together, staring at you like she was trying to read through you. .

you two stayed like this for what it seemed like minutes, hours even? maybe. . . the hot tension piercing the air between you two waiting to be broken, waiting to be sliced.

and it soon was, before you knew it, the immortals lips smashed roughly into your soft ones. . .

the kiss was hot and rough, but you took it , accepted it - you've been wanting this. . . needing this ever since the day both your eyes connected when she was on stage. . .both your mouths moving with urgency against eachother, as if you both would disappear in any moment.

your hands growing confident as they now moved around sevika's muscular back. . .

the kiss became messier and slippery more uncoordinated, sevika grunted like an angry animal against your mouth, the crunching of the wall could be heard once more, taking her frustrations out on it - knowing that if she were to place her hands on her body she could possibly hurt you with her unnatural strength.

"move to the dresser. ." sevika's husky tone was undeniably alluring, almost like a captivating melody for your ears, she removes her hands from the wall, watching as you slowly walked to the dresser nearby, legs visibly shaking with each step, sevika smirked at the sight of this slowly following behind you. . her tounge swiping up against her pointy fang as her silver eyes watched your movement.

once you reached the dresser, you turned around, leaning your lower back on it slightly flinching when sevika was already in front of you, with a cocky smirk on her lips.

"tu es l'un des humains les plus intéressants que j'aie jamais vu pendant mes cent ans. ."

you frown once more as sevika's cold hand raises up to your jaw, softly caressing you. . your'e warm heat from your skin collaborating with her icy cold ones. . such an unfamiliar feeling to you..

"sevika. . i don't understand your words. ." you respond to her..softly.

"You don't need to understand, mon cœur. ." she replies, her voice was like velvet, smooth, husky and rich with a lingering whisper that sent chills through your body.

her finger once on your jaw, moving higher. .to your cheek. . her thumb than meeting your moist, swollen lips. . . sevika gaze eyed your mouth as she pushed in her thumb, seeing you accept it with no hesitation, her thumb in your warm , wet mouth pressing down gently as possible on your tongue.

you lean into her touch, letting her do whatever she pleases with you.

whatever she desired. .

her thumb swirling around your tongue, she almost looked entranced by this, captivated by you - even more when she could hear the small sounds that escaped your throat when you yourself weren't even aware of them. .

she slipped her thumb out your warm mouth, smiling slightly at the string of saliva that came with it, she than stuck the thumb inside her mouth, sucking it off before releasing it with a loud pop.

you flustered by the sudden action, looking down avoiding the eye contact she always gave you.

sevika leaning in to you, her hands resting on the sides of the dresser. .she moved her head on yours, trying to catch your flustered gaze, when she did your lips slowly connecting again. . instead of thie kiss starting off rough and sloppy like the first one, this one started sensual, slow as if sevika was now taking her time.

her tongue brushing against your bottom lips before she entered it inside your mouth, both your tongues entangling - fighting for dominance that sevika clearly won within seconds. . even though the kiss was softer it was still messy, you could feel you saliva running down you chin as you leaned into her more, nor knowing this movement caused your tongue to brush up against her sharp fangs, causing a small cut on your pink muscle. . . you didn't notice, but when that taste entered sevika's mouth her eyes went wide.

immediately breaking the heated kiss, she stood for a moment - finally tasting your blood. . . sweet. . it was so fucking sweet.

she swallowed roughly with scowl on her face, closing her eyes in an attempt to get rid of the thoughts of draining your pulsing body right here on her dresser.

"sevika. . did - did i do something wrong?" You ask embarrassed, fumbling over your words unsure what to do next as the woman suddenly just pulled away from you, you're body flinched at the crushing of wood beside you - sevika and squeezed the dresser so hard, the place where she rested her hands now crushed into pieces.

whe you go to look back uo at her - she's already out the door. . . in a swish moment, like the wind she slammed the door open and she was gone.

leaving you in her dressing room, on her dresser, with swollen lips she caused and with confusion engulfing your body as you also felt a tingling between your legs. .

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

feeling a bit generous today, so for anyone who needs these, here are some tips for writing blue lock specifically (also some bonus facts at the end)

- right off the bat, don’t let popularity and likes on your posts be the only thing on your mind. when you write, make sure you’re also enjoying what you’re writing. doing this stuff only for fame and fans is a bit sad, but not only that, the quality of your work will decrease due to less passion.

- if you want it to get popular and fast, writing for rin, kaiser, or nagi is your best bet. they’re easily the most popular when it comes to this part of the fanbase, and people will eat up ANYTHING sweet when it comes to these nonchalant men.

- listening to music while you write can be helpful. i know it’s not for everyone, but listening to a playlist that matches the vibe of what im writing helps me lock in really well. here is a playlist for writing something fluffy and lovey. here is a playlist for writing something angst and made from pure sadness. here is a playlist for something obsessive and intense. here is a playlist for something that really makes you think about your life choices. (yes, i made all of these playlists, and these are the ones that i listen to)

- using the egoist bible to confirm information is immensely helpful. not only is anyone else who reads the egoist bible see those small Easter eggs, but adding those small hints about their character can also be cute and makes for better writing.

- use colored dividers. i get mine from this post (thank you to firefly graphics!!!), and make sure you use the colors in order with the characters. for example, i use teal for rin, dark blue for kaiser, and yellow for bachira.

- using song lyrics or song names as titles or inspiration is easy for ideas and for attention. many times, i will listen to a song and realize how much it matches with the blue lock boys or realize that it’ll make an incredible prompt for a drabble. for example, in no. 1 party anthem, there is the iconic “the look of love” part. for that, i made a post with the same title as the lyric and made it about how their eyes are when they are in love.

- putting 2-4 characters in a prompt drabble is the ideal amount. it gets you more popularity quicker due to more characters and more tags, but also, anyone who only started reading the prompt for a certain character can also enjoy reading about the rest of the characters.

- use as many tags as you can. if you look at the tags on my post, i use a monstrous amount.

- quality >>>>>>> quantity ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS. even a 100 word drabble can be more beautiful or impactful than a 1000 word fic if it’s worded better, has a better concept, has better character writing, and has better interactions.

- there are many tropes that work well with certain characters. for example, i always write kaiser with the childhood best friends trope, because not only does it match his character, but it also makes the best quality content. another example is karasu with academic rivals for obvious reasons, although im pretty sure we all already know that.

bonus facts!!!:

- i tend to have a hard time writing sae. he’s a difficult character to understand, which makes him all the more appealing to me but also just as annoying to write. because we have no idea what happened to him when he was in spain, he’s hard to write without being ooc or weird. before kaiser’s backstory, i also had a hard time writing for kaiser. (im an infp 4w5, if that helps)

- the only blue lock boys i can confidently say are green flags are barou, kunigami (pre-wildcard), yukimiya, and karasu. many of the others (isagi, reo, bachira, etc) are extremely close to being green flags but all have questionably toxic things that make them yellow flags.

- i wanna write for shidou so bad, but because the fandom mischaracterizes his so much, it’s hard to write for him validly without getting criticized. for example, shidou is NOT going to beat you up for no reason or be disturbing towards you for no reason. if you don’t play soccer or if you’re not particularly special, then he’s honestly just really chill. think of him like hisoka from hxh but less of a pdf file.

[jackoshadows]

Oh look, an entire 'analysis' based on false and racist, sexist fanon interpolated from characters who bully Arya as ugly because she looks different to them that will now get reblogged by the casual fans with the wrong canon that Arya is 'ugly'. This is how fanon gets formed and widespread.

In old stories, especially those that feature morality and ethics, so often the "good" characters are beautiful, while the "evil" ones are ugly.

This is especially funny because this is a fandom where a canonically selfish, classist, patriarchal, pro-status quo bully like Sansa is seen as 'good', the champion of the poor, the most compassionate character with the most empathy, the 'embodiment of hope for the future' because she is classically beautiful, fits into Eurocentric beauty standards and represents white female fragility and the canonically white Arya is headcanoned as poc because they see her as ugly, violent, impulsive, stupid, tribal, barbaric, savage, uncouth, unicivilized and unfit to have a family and love.

What you are writing here is the exact opposite of what is happening. Where, it is not the author, but the fandom that is headcanoning a canonically pretty, white girl as ugly and poc because they see her as violent and uncouth.

Where a nine year old, skinny little girl is masculinized, her femininity stripped and she is always headcanoned as bigger and being an executioner and body guard for her older, bigger sister in popular fanart. Notice also that both characters are white, but Arya is always drawn in darker shades. Again, this goes back to that concept of white female fragility which is rooted in white supremacy where a woc cannot be envisioned as vulnerable or worth protecting.

And the most mind boggling fact is that Arya is white!! But because the racist/sexist fandom want to project all their white femininity onto Sansa, this means for them, Arya has to be masculine, ugly, violent and poc.

Just looking through OP's tags for example, this is some art of how they envision Sansa in their mind:

This is one of the Arya fanart they reblogged:

Notice the difference between the so called beautiful and ugly characters for the OP? I did look back a bit of on tags could not find any art of dark skinned Sansa by herself like the Arya art above.

Like this is stuff one sees in the fandom:

Another blogger who thinks Arya is ugly and Sansa is beautiful reblogs art like this of both characters - remember both characters are canonically white in the books...

Notice the difference?

Humans unfortunately have had a long history of unconsciously assuming positive traits (intelligence, kindness, generosity, talent) of people with high levels of personal attractiveness (PA), while also assuming negative traits (low intelligence, laziness, aggression, cruelty) to those with lower PA, without any evidence of the individual's personality, traits, thoughts, beliefs, habits.

The way this applies exactly to the racism and sexism of this fandom and how they treat the characters of Sansa and Arya is amazing and and that's what's funny about your entire post. Like, this gets to the heart of all this and yet it's the complete opposite of what you are implying.

This is why despite Arya being more intelligent that Sansa, more political then Sansa, more compassionate than Sansa, having more empathy than Sansa, being the victim of bullying from her sister Sansa, despite standing up for the powerless, despite all this, the character of Arya is constantly put down as a sociopath, violent, impulsive and stupid, while Sansa is seen as the compassionate Mother Theresa, the smart politician, the only girl who can be 'Lady of Winterfell' because she's the right kind of woman.

And this is why Arya is contantly headcanoned as ugly - despite the text making it clear that she is not!! There are several characters who call Arya pretty. Are they wrong? Are the bullies right?

You mention Brienne. This is a canonically 'ugly' character who is the embodiment of GOOD. She is exactly what you are talking about. The author goes into great detail about how ugly she is. NOTE: HE DOES NOT DO THIS WITH ARYA BECAUSE ARYA IS NOT CANONICALLY UGLY. The author even has a romance arc with Brienne who is ugly on the outside and beautiful on the inside and Jaime who is beautiful on the outside and ugly on the inside, his take on beauty and the beast. This is his inversion of the traditional fairy tale tropes.

But why is Arya being grouped into this, when she has an entirely different exploration - The Ugly Duckling - of looking different, about being non-conforming, of not fitting in amongst the Tully looking Starks as opposed to the Stark looking Starks.

'LYANNA WAS BEAUTIFUL' 'SO ARE YOU'

This is right there in the text!! Again, why is this being ignored in favor of what two bullies are mocking a little girl for? Are bullies right?

How does this relate to OP's assertion? It supports it. Martin's choice to write both Arya and Brienne as physically plain at best was a deliberate choice.

Except this nine year old is not old enough or taken care of her appearance enough for us to know whether she is plain or not. We know this of the 17 year old Brienne - and the themes you mentioned are explicitly explored with her in terms of good and evil being connected to a character's looks.

And Tyriongirl should know as a Tyrion girl that if Martin wants the readers to know a character is ugly he will make that damn clear by mentioning every other page how ugly the character is which he does with Tyrion. Never with Arya.

This creates a disconnect because we are so conditioned to expect our protags to be attractive on top of everything else, that it's difficult to mentally picture them as anything but.

EXACTLY! Conditioning on top of the racism and sexism, means that white tradfems who see Sansa as the embodiment of white femininity expect Arya to be ugly, brown, primitive and violent.

And this is what is happening and this is why there is a backlash everytime there are posts like this primarily from Sansa fans about how Arya is ugly and how that should be accepted for ugly representation when Arya is canonically not ugly and there is already an amazing, great character in Brienne for ugly representation.

But the the 'ugly' discourse has never been about representation or even Arya as a character. It's always Sansa fans digging this up because they need Sansa to be special and unique and feminine and blue eyed and beautiful and romantic and lady like and they don't want Arya to encroach on all that ever.

Here's a question. Why is Jon never at the center of ugly discourse given he is older, supposedly plain looking and has the Stark look just like Arya. He and Arya look so much alike. Sansa who thinks Arya is ugly also calls out Jon Snow for his looks and her classism is on display when she thinks they are both ugly because they are bastards.

Where are all the 'Why is Jon drawn so handsome when he is ugly in the books' arguments and discourse? Why are you not writing your 'fairy tale' analysis for Jon Snow and good and bad and beautiful and ugly?

I will give you a clue - because it's never about ugly representation and instead a desire by Sansa fans who need Arya to be ugly because the bully should always be right.

It's an internalized prejudice for sure, but one that has been reinforced so many times through most every story, book, movie, TV, anime, etc. that we consume that it's difficult to shift the mental paradigm. It's not an excuse, but it's an explanation.

It's definitely an internalized prejudice for sure, one full of misogyny and racism. And posts like this that disingenuously interpret what is actually happening does not help at all in challenging these age old stereotypes of beauty, race and sex.

People are truly so afraid of liking ugly characters. you see it all the time with Arya specifically, but also targs who all have to be The Prettiest. Rhaenyra femininity discourse comes to mind (and of course there's a lot to say there about equating beauty with femininity / gender conforming but that's a whole other thing). Arya is definitely the most egregious example though. Like, so many of her fans feel compelled to find whatever evidence they can (or can make up) that Actually she's extremely pretty or will be extremely pretty or pretty by the north standards or pretty by our real world standards or whatever, and I truly think that they just can't conceive of liking a character who's not pretty, or worse, ugly. Some of it is equating beauty with goodness (which is wild, especially when it comes to asoiaf as and its themes as a series) and some of it is just... they can't like a character who's ugly. I don't know if it's a self insert thing, a patriarchal thing, a misogyny / internalized misogyny thing or what. So when you say Arya is not pretty, or 'worse', ugly, they take it as an insult to her worth in-story and to her worth as a character, as if not being pretty means she's not written well

Disney fairytale mindset fr

[waltwhitmansbeard]

i know some people are going to be upset by how much time vox machina and the mighty nein took up during this finale, so i want to say a couple of things

these campaigns have always been and will always be for the entertainment and enjoyment of matt and his players, first and foremost. their good time has always been and will always been more important than that of the audience, which has been invited in to watch something that existed before we even knew about it. we are of course entitled to our opinions about what we watch, but it's important to remember that those opinions will never, ever matter as much as those of the people around the table.

it is an unspeakable feat of storytelling, collaboration, creativity, and friendship for these people to have done what they just did. over ten years (well over, including the time they played pre-stream) of building a narrative that spanned decades and continents and planes and celestials bodies, of making decisions and seeing their consequences out to the fullest, of bringing to life characters that felt more genuine and real than anything one can find on the silver screen—this is the kind of expansive storytelling that marvel thought it was doing with the mcu. to be able to tell a story so powerful that it cannot reasonably contained within the confines of distinct d&d campaigns is a staggering accomplishment, and we're all lucky to bear witness to it.

it is no one else's fault if you only watched c3, or weren't caught up on c1/2 when you watched the finale, or if you didn't like c1/2 but did like c3. again, you're entitled to your opinions and to how you spend your time, but this story did not begin in jrusar, so it is unreasonable to expect it to end there.

no one, including you, benefits by being salty that these people were having fun. no one, including you, is made better by your dissatisfaction with how these people chose together to tell this story. i have read countless books and watched countless tv shows and films in my life, and none of the stories therein have been told exactly the way i would have told them, and that's what i love so much about being human. if i'd been at that table, of course i would have made different decisions, and of course you would have too. but we got to see these decisions, and these consequences, and the ephemeralness of that is so beautiful i could cry.

as i have i said eight billion times before, and will probably have to say eight billion times again, critical role is not a tv show. critical role is not a novel. critical role does not have a writer's room or a five-year plan. (well, matt might, but not in the moment.) critical role is a story that happens in the moment, a story built on matt's careful planning and the players' in-the-moment decisions and, of course, the rolls of the dice. if you are holding this kind of story to the narrative standards of something crafted for the sole purpose of entertaining an audience, you are always, always going to be disappointed.

[run-under-thestars]

Am I the only one that got super emotional when the world leaders and the 3 main parties discussing how they would integrate the Ruidians into their society? Cause given what is going in in our own world right now, in Palestine and America, and what has always happened in the history of our world... seeing them discuss this concept of inviting the Ruidians to Exandria with open arms and making sure that they are respected and taken care of, while also making sure that they don't overload the cities and overwhelm the current population... just the kindness and mindfulness that is given... its god damn beautiful, and it makes me love the CR cast that much more. It is EASY to be kind and open to refugees and new people. Our world is cruel and broken, and I wish it was filled with more people like the cast, because I'm tired of all the unnecessary pain that innocent people are put through, just because this 1% of people are racist and evil and greedy.

I love critical role, thank you Matt for making this wonderful fictional world. And thankyou Marisha, Liam, Ashley, Laura, Travis, Sam, Taliesin, and Robbie and everyone else that is a part of this. You guys are beautiful and amazing and give us a wonderful story to escape into. 💖

[venomhoundfanworks]

Hazbin Hotel - Morning or Night Sex

Dumbass post. I was brainrotting about if the Hazbin characters would prefer morning or night sex and why. So here we got a lineup of Angel Dust, Lucifer, Vox, Husk, and Adam and what their preferences are.

Contents/WARNINGS: Gender neutral reader; no use of y/n; Adam's section is lowkey a shitpost; also I got rambley in Husk's section sorry about that (18+), MDNI, NSFW below the cut ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

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Angel Dust - Morning Sex ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡

Might be surprising at first, but it makes sense the more you think about it. Sex between Angel and his partner doesn't happen too terribly often, in fact, its more of a blue moon thing.

I mean, Angel's job is nothing but sex. So the last thing he wants to do is come home to more of it. Its like asking a professional chef to also cook all your family's meals. Its not that he doesn't like it, its just... alot.

Angel loves you because you see him as more then a sex object. You saw past his lewd jokes and constant flirting. When you two spend time together, despite what others may assume you two are doing, its just that, time together. Watching movies, doing eachother's nails, doomscrolling... Your Angel's safe person.

Yeah you two are very touchy feely with eachother normally but it never escalates too far. Angel Dust likes to just run up to you, pull you in his arms and just smooch you. You two will also often get into little playfights (especially ticklefights) which Angel always wins because he has extra arms the cheater.

So on the rare occasion things actually do get steamy between you two, it always happens in the gentle light of the morning. You always wake up, protectively encircled in Angel's arms. And it always happens with laughter.

The two of you making jokes at your sleep disheveled appearance, kissing smeared makeup that you forgot to cleanup the night before. Your legs wrapping tighter around eachother and your words turning teasing as you feel the effect the close proximity is having on the other.

You'll gently hold Angel's face while he nuzzle's into yours. Your hips grinding together lethargically, but with purpose. Your both already messy from sleep, so what's a little more added to it?

Not only is it easier to clean, which is always a plus in Angel's book, but Angel seems much more... calm. Serene, even. He is much calmer and happier throughout the day, less likely to jump at people or make rash decisions. Guess gentle sex is just the perfect way to wake up.

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Lucifer - Night Sex ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡

Not even a hard choice for him. I imagine Lucifer kind of being old timey in this regard. He thinks of the mornings less as 'sexy time' and more as 'bonding time'. Its a time dedicated specifically for you two to kiss, cuddle, and most importantly, snuggle. Believe me, short king wants all the snuggles.

Lucifer doesn't really start getting horny until at least after breakfast; usually not even until noon-ish. Then he turns into a sex gremlin. Breakfast especially is kind of like a weirdly sacred, saccharine time between you two.

One of Lucifer's many love languages is cooking, so he takes a special pride in making you a wonderful breakfast. He will sit right next to you at the table, his legs flush against yours, and ask you all about your plans for the day. No; it doesn't matter to him that your mouth is full. He wants to hear all about it!

Once you two part from breakfast, its like a switch gets flipped. Lucifer suddenly changes from the wholesome; "Your so beautiful, Duckie! *kisses and nuzzles you*" to the much more dangerous, "Your so beautiful, Duckie~ *goes down on his knees in between your legs*"

Its like the miniscule amount of time he has spent apart from you has left him absolutely starved of your touch and taste. You've only been apart for an hour or two... Yet Lucifer is acting like a man who just came back from war; like he has been deprived of your touch for an ungodly amount of time and now he has to make up for it.

The less time you spend with him throughout the day, the more wild he gets at night. Lucifer misses you so bad. It often ends up culminating in you two having a sex marathon to "make up" for lost time together.

On the flip side, if you two spend the entire day together, Lucifer is a complete sweetheart instead of a horndog when night comes. Instead of pulling you to the bed with wanton moans, frantic kisses, and wandering hands; Lucifer brings you in with adoring eyes, a teasing grin, and cheerful giggles. He has had such a wonderful day with you and is ready to top it all off with the perfect snuggle session.

Look. Lucifer just... really doesn't like being alone okay? He doesn't want to spend a single moment away from you. Every second away from you is a second wasted to him.

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Vox - Morning Sex ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡

If he had to choose, Vox would pick morning sex. Its the time he feels he gets to actually enjoy you. He isnt exhausted (yet) and he isnt all stressed out from... everything at work. So its inherently so much better.

True, sex in the evenings is also great when it happens. But Vox always feels guilty about it in the pit of his stomach. He is so much rougher and more aggressive in the evenings because of how frustrated his work makes him.

Its not inaccurate to say that in the mornings, Vox makes love; while at night, he fucks. The mornings let him admire you and become so much more then just sex. But as the hours wear on him, sex changes to an outlet, a needed release.

Of course, as the hard switch he is, this is assuming Vox is even in the mood for a good fuck. Sometimes when he comes home, all he wants is to lay back and let someone else do the work for once. Especially after a long day of putting out fires from incompetent employees or cleaning up messes left by the other two Vees.

In the mornings, none of this is an issue. There is no playing roulette with Vox's mood. There is no underlying frustration or stress to it. Its just... nice. Something Vox isnt used to. Something he doesn't get much of in his life. Normally things always come with a caveat or strings attached.

You both wake up in eachother's arms and greet the other with kisses. Kisses that either grow deep and needy; or teasing and playful. Sometimes you both claw at one another in a desperate bid to get as close as two bodies physically can. Other times you both laugh and look into eachother's eyes lovingly as your hips gently move in sync.

Its never one of you over the other or one of you having to take charge. You both move together. Both of you wanting, needing this as much as the other.

Vox never thought he would get to experience euphoria like this. To love someone who loves him back like this. But he wouldn't trade it for anything now that he has it. He would rather burn the world down then let you go.

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Husk - Night Sex ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡

Hate to say it, but sex only really happens later on because of how hungover Husk is in the mornings. He always feels super sick right after he wakes up. Both from the hangover and the alcohol withdrawals soooo... yeah. Morning sex isnt happening.

Husk hates mornings in general anyways. Anything louder then a pindrop is deafening, everyone (Charlie and Niffty) wont stop running around, and Husk really just needs to get some booze in his system before he actually dies a second time. Its best not to engage with him until later on.

Even disregarding the whole hangover aspect; Husk tends to get more... handsy as the day wears on. As more alcohol accumulates in his system. It is an inhibition suppressant after all.

God help you if your blushy or easily flustered. Because Husk has a playful side and is one hell of a tease.

If your observant, you'll start noticing this coming out in the late afternoon. Husk now seems to lean in slightly when your telling him a story; his hands gently graze yours when he hands you a drink; and his voice seems to drop an octave. Especially when he laughs.

It gets so much worse in the evenings. The leaning in is much more obvious; Husk even rests his elbows on the counter like you have the most interesting thing to say. Husk also now touches you at every opportunity he gets, purposely tracing a claw over your shoulder or rubbing his body against you as he slides past.

Husk won't push it too far or be too obvious in front of people. But he always has a knowing smile on his face when you blush. His tail playfully flicks back and forth when you give a particularly adorable reaction.

Unfortunately, Husk is just that; a goddamn tease. He might whisper something nasty into your ear if he is drunk enough and the mood is right. But he isnt going to actually initiate anything. Husk wants to make sure your 100% into it, so its up to you to break that threshold.

When you do, he is all green flags. You two might have to sneak away from his post thanks to Alastor's watchful eye or straight up fuck behind the counter while no one is looking; but the old cat is absolutely going to enjoy every second he can steal away with you.

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Adam - Yes ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡

Honestly couldn't give less of a fuck. Literally the first man, he was MADE to fuck. Do you really think he cares? Cause he don't.

Adam is down to fuck all day, every day, 24/7, 365 days a year. It doesn't matter time or place. His baby needs to be dicked down?That takes priority over everything; nothing else matters at that moment. He will find a place to dick you down. No shame.

One strangely good thing about Adam is that he is actually aware his libido is superhuman and not normal. He may use bad pickup lines, make dirty jokes, or straight up ask 'hey, wanna fuck?' But once you say no, he leaves you alone. He will never actually push it.

So yeah, Adam, the first man, oddly respects consent?? The guy has more respect for people then Valentino.

On that note; since Adam is highkey always horny, he has a weird thing where he can't... comprehend people who don't keep it in their pants. Because to Adam; he is always suppressing urges. Always keeping his lust in check.

So when he finds out someone couldn't, or didn't, do that? He is just pissed. (One of the many big reasons he despises Lucifer) Adam's mindset is literally 'just use your hand if its that bad'. Like I said; oddly respectful.

ANYWAY. Like I said, Adam won't ever push it. However, he does make sure that you know his dick is hard and ready whenever you want it. Adam is at your disposal. If you indicate to him in anyway that you are horny, he is ready to go.

Wake up in the middle of the night from a dream? Wake him up too so he can fuck the memory out of you. Adam might be annoyed at first, but as soon as he realizes what's going on, he is so into it.

Are you a female and on your period? He doesn't mind! Adam knows from experience how horny some women get during that time of the month; as well as how a good fuck can relieve cramps.

Out of everyone on this list, Adam is the one you want to pick if you just want a horny motherfucker. Yes, he beats out a pornstar and the literal devil in how much he likes to fuck.

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LINKS AND FURTHER READING ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡

My Masterlist for my Other Work: >>HERE<<

AO3 Archive Link: >>HERE<<

Check out this SPICY post by @silasours on what some of the Hazbin men's favorite sex positions are with short fics included >>HERE<<

For something on the fluffy and angsty side, there is a wonderful post by @wysteria-bloom on the Hazbin guys comforting you when they see you crying at a party >>HERE<<

[moonlightazriel]

Main Masterlist

Suguru Geto, who still mourns you every day, even though you're still alive. He mourns what would've been like to hold you, to wake up by your side every day, to see you smile so lovingly at him like you used to.

Suguru Geto, who wishes you never went to that cursed village, never accepted that mission, it should've been him instead. He never really knew what happened, all he was told was that you "deserted your mission and didn't fulfill your duties, she's considered a curse user and should be found to be executed."

Suguru Geto, who spent years looking for you, his best friend, the love of his life. The sweet girl who always had a sweet treat for him after a mission, helping him with the bad taste the curses left in his mouth. The sweet girl who held him silently, stroking his hair and being there for him whenever the thoughts in his head became too much to bear.

Suguru Geto, who still goes to the same coffee shop you loved, hoping to catch a glimpse of you, just a flash, it was all he needed to know you were alright. Who sat at the same booth, drank the same coffee, and watched the door, hoping that one day you would walk through.

Suguru Geto, who is surprised when two teenagers approach him at that same table, the girls, clearly twins, shared a look of relief and sat down, smiling brightly at him. He was even more surprised when they slid a photo towards him. He recognized Satoru, his tongue poking out of his mouth, pointed towards the camera. He recognized himself, one hand in his pocket while he pretended to be annoyed at the two other people, and then was you, holding his other hand, while you laughed at Satoru's silly face, your big, wide smile, from when life still made sense to him.

Suguru Geto, who is overwhelmed by emotions and frantic thoughts as he listens to them, their concerned expressions and worried laced voices, as they tell him about how their mom still cries, clutched to a black shirt, one that belonged to him, and still kept photos of the two of them. They tell him about how they wanted to help their mama to be happy again and they needed him to bring her joy, and they don't leave him alone until he agrees to help.

Suguru Geto, who can't sleep that night, has too many things in his head, and all of them about you. He needed to know what happened, why did you leave him without even saying goodbye? How was that easy for you to leave? Did you still love him like you used to? Because he did, not even for a second, even though all those years had passed, he still loved you like he did when he was eighteen.

Suguru Geto, who drives the twins to a more secluded area, away from the chaos of Tokyo, just like you said you would like to do one day, he arrives at a nice, cozy home, with flowers decorating the entryway, a big garden with fruits and vegetables growing, and kneeling on the ground, wearing a sundress and tending to the plants, you. The one who got away.

"Mommy, we're home!" One of the twins, Nanako, announced, and you turned to him. Your hair was slightly shorter, your eyes had lost their spark but you still looked so damn beautiful that made his knees go weak just from the sight of you.

"Suguru?" You asked, clearly in disbelief, feeling like you were hallucinating from the heat. He stood there, his hair cascading over his shoulders, bigger than you remembered, and you remembered so many details about him, even if you tried so hard to erase his existence from your life, you could never forget about him.

You felt the tears heavy in your eyes, moving unsurely towards him, you had left him, he had all the right to hate you, to never talk to you again, but as you approached him, close enough for him to touch you, he pulled you closer by the waist like he always did, his large, warm hand cupped your cheek and you felt the tears running down your face.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you." He had said it so tenderly that a sob escaped your parted lips, you allowed your head to rest against his chest, and he buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent, his hands touching, poking, and roaming, feeling your body against him. Real. You were real and here he was, his heart overwhelmed by love and betrayal, you had left him, you left him alone when he needed you the most, he never got over you and what you did. Before he could argue, your voice caught his attention.

"I'm so sorry I left." That took him by surprise, he always thought that this day would never come, that he would never really know what had happened, but here he was, having the chance to understand you, to mend the void that opened up in his chest the day you left. "My loves, can you please prepare some tea for our guest? We have a lot to talk about!"

He watched as the twins nodded at you, going inside as you took him by the hand, silently guiding him towards a large tree, two swings waited for the two of you, and as you set, he looked at the lake behind your house, the water calmly resting, the view making him feel a little less anxious for the conversation that was about to happen.

"When I accepted that mission, I didn't know what it was about." Your voice wavered, and tears still fell from the corners of your eyes, but you didn't face him, too ashamed to do so. "All they told me was that two cursed spirits were hunting that village and I should get rid of them. When I arrived there, two beautiful little girls were imprisoned there, they had bruises and they were hungry. The way they talked about them, like they were some kind of disgrace, I couldn't accept that. When I opened the cell door, the two clung up to me, begging for me to take them away from that place." He closed his eyes, trying to imagine what he would've done if it was him, the thoughts that consumed his mind were far away from what's considered right.

"And that's what I did, I ran away with them. I was going to tell you, I swear I was, but when the higher ups demanded I take them back, that they should be killed, I lost my faith in the jujutsu world. How could they ask that to me? How could they expect me to kill children like that? After what had just happened to Amanai... I couldn't bear the thought of being responsible for another young life taken away from this world. So I left to make sure they would have a life, they would experience it all. It was hard at first, I was barely 18, but I managed to raise them, and they're so good Sugu, you have to see how smart they are. I would never forgive myself if I allowed something to happen to them."

"You could've told me, I would've run away with you, I would do anything for you." His voice was raw with emotion and you were looking at him now, seeing all the distress and pain in those eyes.

"If I had told you, they would try and kill you too, I could never ask that of you. To leave your life behind." He laughed dryly.

"That's the part you don't understand, I would gladly give up that life for you, I would leave everything behind for you, because you were all that mattered to me, all that I needed." He sighed. "I loved you to the point that I wouldn't mind."

"Loved..." You repeated back to him and he just laughed harder.

"Fuck it." He got up, and pulled you up with him, cupping your cheek and pulling you so close you were breathing the same air, his lips closed the small gap, taking you by surprise, you melted against him and it felt like a day hadn't passed, he was still your Suguru, the man you loved with all of your heart, the man you could never forget about, the man that made you so madly in love that you never tried anything with no one else, because they weren't him.

"Loved" is the wrong word because I never stopped, not even for a minute. I love you, and I also hate you for leaving me. What you did is unforgivable, I'll never be able to get all those years we should've spent together back and I hate it. But I don't want to waste a single moment again, I'll never let you go again, and if they want to kill me for it? Fuck it. I love you." He breathed, his forehead against yours.

"I love you too Sugu, and nothing is taking you away from me again." You kissed him again.

Satoru Gojo who received two letters a month later, one announcing that Suguru Geto had officially deserted from his position and was considered a curse user. And another one, a photo of Geto, you and two teenage girls, the only thing written in Suguru's messy handwriting was an address and "Bring Megumi and Shoko with you."

[innorality]

Sabo x skypian! Reader? 👀

"When you fell from the sky" — SABO

a/n : this was a bit a of a vague request so I made headcanons, so few are slightly nsfw but most are sfw ^3^

in this scenario, you somehow managed to accidentally fall from the sky and since you can't fly, you simply accepted your fate before a man suddenly caught you in mid air

and that was how you met your boyfriend sabo ^.^ you both make such an adorable couple, everyone in the revolutionary knows about the bothbof you

he loves to tease you with your wings (he calls them wingies) as he knows that they're kind of sensitive

he's also very interested in the history if your people and everything that happened with Enel!

when you tell him about luffy and how he saved your people, he had a proud older brother smile plastered on his face and he simply nodded, "yep, that's all luffy."

I don't think you both are sexually active, since the revolutionary army is always on the move but when you guys do have the opportunity to get intimate, holy shit it's magic

it's complicated to have you on your back because of your wings, so backshots are your go to's !!

and yes he's guilty of grabbing your wings and squeezing them while your cumming to make your orgasm even more powerful :P

he hates doing missions with you, simply because he hates the thought of you getting hurt or being in danger 💔 he has a tendency to be overprotective he can't help it guys

he has, more than once, tried to make you fly.........

everytime you'd get insecure, for example when you see koala and sabo being close to eachother or when you think you're not as pretty as the other girls because you're "different", sabo makes it his top priority to remind you that you're beautiful the way you are and that he wouldn't change a single thing about you. (maybe he would change the way you scream at him for leaving his stuff everywhere, but that's another story)

overall, sabo would love you the way you are, treating you like a normal being while still embracing your differences and respecting your culture and the history of your people ❤️

[atimeofyourlife]

A sticky note on my heart

@bucktommyfluffebruary day 7: love notes/ letters | rated: g | wc: 496 | ao3 Evan leaves love notes in Tommy's lunch.

Be safe, I love you baby - E

Tommy couldn't help smiling as he read the note from Evan. Written on a post it, stuck on his lunch that Evan had lovingly prepared. Evan was reluctantly doing light duty, taking on a position as an instructor at the academy, while he was recovering from an injury that had taken him out of the field for months. Having the more regular hours, he had taken on more around the house, at least the chores where he wouldn't overexert himself and prolong his recovery even further, and one of the big ones was meal prepping.

Every day, Tommy would have at least one meal prepared to take with him to his shift. If it needed to be heated, there would be a note with instructions. But there was always a note telling him to be safe. Telling him that he was loved. Some were short and sweet, like the one on this particular day, some were much longer, going into detail about the little things Evan loved about him.

And Tommy kept every single one. He'd even brought a folder for them, to keep them safe in his locker, so they would last and he could look back on them whenever he needed a pick me up, making the difficult shifts and oh so painful calls just that little bit easier, getting him out of his head when the impostor syndrome started to creep back in.

You deserve everything. You are so worthy of love, of kindness, of grace. Bring my pilot home safe for me. -E

Every day I wake up thankful that you came into my life. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and you make my life so full. I love you with all my heart. Stay safe out there- E

Be safe. I have a surprise for you when you get home. All my love- E

You are one of the kindest, most incredible people I have ever met, always willing to throw down for those you care about without a second thought. Be safe, I love you- E

You are exceptionally good at your job, and you look unbelievably hot in your turnouts. Be safe for me- E

You are an inspiration. You have fought to overcome your demons and your past, and every day you become a better man. You are so loved. You are my love. Come home safe- E

I like your butt in your uniform. I love you, be careful out there- E

You have a beautiful soul. Yes, there are scars, but I will spend every day helping you heal them. Your kindness, your generosity, your dedication to being better define you more than you past ever will. I love you so much. Be safe- E

Tommy traced over the letters, love filling his heart. There wasn't much he was certain about, but he knew he was going to marry this man one day.

[djarins-cyare]

Get to know your moots!

Thank you for the tag, @djarinmuse! I love these little questionnaires 😊. Challenging myself to be more succinct in my answers for once (yeeeah, don’t all hold your breath 😅)

What’s the origin of your blog title?

In a stunning lack of originality, I just used my writing pseudonym for my blog title: Jyar’ika. If it’s not obvious, that’s the Mando’a word cyar’ika (sweetheart) with a J for Jem replacing the C. It’s pronounced JAH-ree-kah, with emphasis on the first syllable (like Jessica or Erika). And on my sideblog, since it’s a rec blog, I’ve just titled it “Jyar’ika enjoyed…” because apparently WYSIWYG with me 🤗.

OTP(s) + shipname:

Oh man, there’ve been many over the years. I was an early X-Files fan, so MSR in real-time, of course. I shipped both Bangel and Spuffy at different points. Big on Polivia in the first few seasons of Fringe (when I discovered fanfiction existed). Fell completely down the fanfic rabbit hole with Carter/O’Neill from Stargate SG-1 (who unsatisfyingly never seemed to get a portmanteau ship name). Those are probably the main ones.

Favourite colour:

Teal; all shades thereof.

Favourite game:

It’s gotta be the old point n’ click PC games I played as a kid in the 90s, but I can’t pick one favourite. Big fan of the Monkey Island games, the Indiana Jones games, Maniac Mansion and Day of the Tentacle – basically anything LucasArts. Also, every game in the Broken Sword series, the Gabriel Knight series, and the Tex Murphy series. These are a fraction of the titles I played and loved.

Song stuck in your head:

I was doom-scrolling on Twitter the other day and saw (didn’t even hear!) a tweet saying Take That’s song ‘Shine’ was released 18 years ago, and it’s so iconic that my brain immediately played it to me. It’s been in there for days now! I was recently shocked and saddened to learn that most Americans don’t know about Take That 😱😭. I was never a massive fan or anything, but they are UK pop legends.

Weirdest habit/trait:

People at work think it’s weird that I don’t like speaking on the phone. If I have to have a phone call, I need to know what time it’ll be so I can prepare. But it’s because, without a visual of the other person, I find reading between the lines of neurotypical conversation more difficult. I can do it, but it’s an effort, and I need time to prepare for that kind of brain-taxing interaction.

Hobbies:

The Mandalorian, duh. Writing fics about it, mainly.

If you work, what’s your profession?

I’m in criminal law, basically doing the lawyers’ jobs for them because I have a critical eye for detail and can catch stuff they miss when preparing cases. But I never did my LPC, so I don’t have to go to court and do all the scary legal argument stuff. Win.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

Author of a well-loved fiction series. I aim to make this happen one day, though at the rate I’m going, I’ll probably be retired when it finally happens! It comforts me to know that Douglas Adams always found writing to be a slow and arduous process, too.

Something you’re good at:

The English language, I guess. I have a good understanding of the technical side of writing.

Something you’re bad at:

In contrast to the above, the poetry of writing. I often struggle to ensure my writing is sufficiently dynamic and beautiful, and I have to go over things many times to try and inject more soul into my words. I’m glad I’m aware of this weakness, though – every day’s a school day, and there’s plenty of time and space to improve.

Something you love:

The Mandalorian, duh. Specifically Din Djarin.

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:

The Mandalorian, duh. Specifically Din Djarin.

Something you hate:

I try not to hate; this world needs more love. And if I can’t avoid hating, I do it quietly and won’t share it. So, I’ll pass on this question, thanks.

Something you collect:

Words. I love learning new ones. I love learning additional definitions and nuances of ones I already know. I can never have enough words.

Something you forget:

The time. Seriously, I have no sense of time whatsoever and am late for everything. I’ve just looked at the clock and realised it’s coming up 6:00am, and I haven’t gone to bed yet because I didn’t realise how late it is.

What’s your love language?

Of the five, mine is definitely the ‘acts of service’ one. I show love by trying to ease the burdens of others, and I feel loved when people do the same for me. At the other end of the scale is the ‘receiving gifts’ one… I can’t pick out gifts to save my life, and I always feel awkward receiving a gift I haven’t asked for and don’t need. Gifts are almost a hate language for me!

Favourite movie/show:

The Mandalorian, duh.

Favourite food:

I’m gonna say pizza. I don’t get to have it much anymore because I’m eating healthier these days, but I still indulge in the occasional Domino’s order.

Favourite animal:

Can I say Din Djarin when he’s been dosed with sex pollen? 😏

Are you musical?

I guess this is a yes because I’ve played a variety of musical instruments since the age of 5 (starting with the humble recorder, then violin, piano, guitar and other random stuff like the harmonica and ukulele) and was in choirs for the whole of my childhood and adolescence. I performed in several big shows, including a performance at the Royal Albert Hall of Carl Orff’s Carmina Burana (even if you don’t know the name, you’ll likely know one particular movement of the cantata; it’s been overused in ads, etc). But it’s been years since I played or sang anything, so maybe notsomuch anymore.

What were you like as a child?

As a very young child: unknowingly autistic. This mainly manifested in me ruining family vacations by refusing to step foot on a beach if there was any sign of seaweed, or enter a restaurant with ceiling fans, or get in a swimming pool if there was a mosaic on the pool floor. Anything outside my regular routine was terrifying to me, but nobody knew about autism in the 80s, so my parents just thought I was overly sensitive. I learned how to mask pretty early, though, so by the time I went to school, I’d figured out how to fit in. Despite that, I was always the kid who had intense hyperfixations (boys, TV shows, bands, hobbies). I still am, really!

Favourite subject at school?

English literature. Fiction was (and still is) my happy place. I also had a massive crush on my maths teacher when I was 13-14, so I was a maths nerd for a whole year. I still remember the quadratic equation!

Least favourite subject?

Religious education. It was the one subject I failed my exams in, mainly because I’m an atheist, and as a kid, I couldn’t see the point of learning about something I didn’t believe in. Later, I realised that exploring different worldviews helps us better understand ourselves and how to respect and appreciate diversity, so as an adult, I’ve made an effort to make up for my childish ignorance by learning as much as possible.

What’s your best character trait?

My autism. It heightens my attention to detail and makes me especially concerned about others’ happiness and well-being.

What’s your worst character trait?

My autism. It frustrates neurotypicals who don’t understand why I act or respond in particular ways.

If you could change any detail of your day right now, what would it be?

I would’ve gone to bed earlier. It’s 6:31am, and I’m tired.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

I’m not interested in going backwards, so nobody really. I’d probably go forward simply to check that the world didn’t end and that the USA didn’t turn into the Free American Independent Theocratic Hegemony (F.A.I.T.H.) or anything. (That’s a Bobiverse reference for anyone who’s never read Dennis E. Taylor… which, TBF, is probably most of you since his novels are pretty niche. I recommend reading them, though – super fun and packed with geeky pop culture references).

Recommend one of your favourite fanfics (spread the love!):

I finally got around to reading You Were Marked by @handspunyarns last week, and let me tell you, I could not stop binging it. It’s been a long time since I was last addicted to a fic to this degree. I’d had it on my TBR list for a while, but I’d prioritised others because I wasn’t sure if it would resonate with me since I don’t see any of myself in the main character… but boy, was I wrong! It’s extraordinary, compelling, and at times heartbreaking and agonising, but so well-written with exquisite worldbuilding and a daringly original plot, all of which seared it into my mind forever because I’ve never read anything like it. I implore you all to try it if you haven’t already. It’s a masterpiece 💜.

I usually check to see if the people I tag have already done the game, but I’ve really gotta sleep, so I’m just gonna tag at random here. I’m really sorry if any of you have done this already.

@604to647 @cheekychaos28 @cw80831 @darthbeebles @desert-fern

@dindenimchicken @frickatives @here-briefly @ishabull @jessthebaker

@lilac-boo @mosssbawls @nervoushottee @papurgaatika @qunariagenda

@roughdaysandart @the-color-is-black @the-mandawhor1an @toomanytookas @zaddymandalorian

[multiversefanfics]

Unexpected Love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Demon!Reader Warnings: Demons, cussing, violence, rude? little spoiler from season 4 A/N: While on a job Dean gets sideswiped by your beauty but there's one fatal flaw. You're a demon. Word Count: 1.3K

Just like any other job, they investigate, lie, research, argue a bit, and finally go in for the kill. This time, it was a bit different, but we're getting a little ahead of ourselves, let's go back to the beginning. It was a normal day for Sam and Dean they were on their way to another city and state to investigate the weird things that were going on there.

"Oh, c'mon Sammy live a little, we're going to Vegas, we'll do the job then we hit the slots." Dean didn't have to look over at him to know that Sam rolled his eyes "Dean, we're here for a job and that's it." It was Dean's turn to roll his eyes "You can't go to Vegas and not play at least one game." Sam pulled out his ringing phone, Dean glanced over and saw Bobby's name flash on the screen, he turned his eyes back to the road.

Now everyone knows Dean is a huge flirt but also a sarcastic asshole. Love wasn't really in his sights, not because he couldn't fall in love but with his job, he couldn't risk losing someone he cared deeply about, he's lost too many people already he couldn't stand another. Dean pulled into yet another motel parking lot as Sam's call came to an end.

Dean sighed and shut off baby, looking up at the motel. The two of them grabbed their bags and headed inside to book a room, Dean felt off he felt as though someone was watching him, I mean honestly who wasn't he was gorgeous, and he knew it, but this felt different. Dean shook the feeling and continued to the room. Sam started on the research while Dean placed the salt in front of the door, all the windows, and a couple of hex bags around the room.

Dean plopped down on the edge of the bed and looked over at Sam, who was typing away on his computer. "Alright, so we're dealing with a classic demon. We go in, exorcise it, and we're back on the road." Sam looked up at Dean who was shooting him a glare "Why are you in such a rush to leave?" Sam rolled his eyes ignoring Dean's question.

Sam and Dean crept around, knives in hand, looking for said demon. "C'mon Sam, one slot game and then we can leave, and I'll never ask for anything else the rest of the trip." Sam rolled his eyes "Fine, we finish the job, you don't get your ass kicked by the demon and I'll let you play one game." Dean smirked and nodded "Deal." They turned the corner and came face to face with you.

"Hello, boys." You smirked waving your fingers sarcastically. They both stood straight "You let us creep around, while you just stood here waiting for us?" You shrugged your shoulders "I played a few board games while I waited" With one swipe of your hand you slammed Sam into the distant wall, you smiled and looked back at Dean "That was fun." Dean stood there shocked, no matter how many times he sees that happen it will always shock him.

You put your hand up pressing Dean into the door behind him "Little Dean Winchester, I must say you look really good." You stepped closer taking in his beauty, you breathed in his scent smiling to yourself "You smell even better." You looked back at Sam who was still knocked out on the floor, and you turned your attention back to Dean. "Oh, that's right you can't speak, my bad." You released your grip a bit but not fully.

"I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch." Your eyes fluttered and you nodded at him "Is that so?" You took a step back letting Dean off the door "Then do it." You opened your arms for him to come get you, but he stood still. You tilted your head at him and slowly licked your lips, Dean was frozen he didn't know what he was feeling but he was feeling something.

You placed your hands on your hips "What's the matter, Dean? Scared?" Dean gulped and took a wobbly step toward you; this wasn't like Dean he was usually as solid as a rock, but he couldn't move. You giggled and walked around Dean eyeing him up and down "So this is the strong Dean Winchester, hmm. He's a pussy, just like his daddy."

Just then in one swift motion Dean had you pinned against the wall knife to your neck, his eyebrows scrunched together in anger "There he is, there's the Dean I was warned about. Did the daddy comment hit a nerve?" Dean pressed the knife deeper into your neck and gritted through his teeth "Shut up, you bitch." You giggled and looked him in the eyes.

"Dean.." Sam groggily stood behind him rubbing the back of his head "Oh good, Sammy is awake maybe he will get the job done." You felt Dean's hand twitch as much as you wanted to flip him around but with Sam's powers getting stronger you didn't want to risk it. "Dean, what are you waiting for?" Dean blinked a few times and backed away "I don't know." He looked at you then back at his hands.

Sam took it upon himself to try and exorcise you, it hurt like hell "I have something to say!" You screamed through the pain Sam didn't let up he pushed harder and harder "Ruby is playing you!" Sam looked at you, dropping you to the ground "What did you say?!" Your hand went to your throat as you tried to steady your breathing "What did you say!" Sam stepped toward you clenching his fist.

You looked up at him "Ruby is using you; Lilith isn't going to break the last seal; she is the last seal." Sam and Dean exchanged a look "How do I know you're telling the truth?" You looked up at Sam with a 'Are you kidding me' look "Everyone knows about what she's doing but since everyone is out to get you guys as well no one is going to say anything."

Dean groaned and helped you off the ground. "Alright, let's get back to the motel and talk about this." The three of you made it back to the motel. You and Sam sat down on the loveseat together while Dean paced back and forth. "Dean, you're creating a draft." You whined sarcastically. He stopped and looked at you. "Oh, I am so sorry, princess. Do you want a blanket?" You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms

"Okay, I'm gonna go get us some coffee." Sam got up from the loveseat and walked out the door, Dean sat down beside you and sighed "You better not be messing with us, Sam has his heart set on killing Lilith." You leaned your arms on your legs, looking over at Dean "I'm not messing with you, Ruby is using Sam to kill Lilith so Lucifer can take over his body." Dean looked over at you, the two of you looked each other in the eyes. Dean didn't know what he was feeling, but he was feeling something. What he did next shocked both of you.

Dean cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips hungrily to yours, his hands traveled down your body stopping at your hips and pulling you into his lap, your hands found their way to the back of his head. His fingertips pressed into your hips pulling you closer to him the kiss lasted for what seemed like forever, and the two of you slowly pulled back resting your forehead against his breathing heavily. Dean looked up at you and smiled "I think I finally know what love at first sight means."

A/N: This is my first Dean Winchester fic please be nice to me😂 but I hope you like it I tried my very best. I don't know if I should do a part 2 or not, if you'd like a part 2 let me know.

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[respectthepetty]

At one of the nearby-ish universities, researchers can use the lab that attaches those little pads to people's heads and see their brains light up (the sign-up list is loooong), and I always think my brain would look like fireworks going off while I watch color-coded boys fall in love because once Black Brooder Yotha said that Green Guy Gun was his boyfriend to his Blue Boy brother and Gun's Blue Boy best friend in Perfect 10 Liners' sixteenth episode, I'm sure my brain stayed lit!

Even when I saw Yellow Yal Arm and Red Rascal Arc not in their colors, my brain wanted to shut off right here, but I think Arc's shirt has yellow highlight over the text (for his man), and every time I see that Manchester United poster, -I- see red from my rage, so I guess I'll make the colors happen with or without the show giving them to me.

But Sam makes up for it since he has consistently been a Red Rascal in the second portion of the show, always popping up to talk shit and bounce, and it appears Arm is wearing a light yellow, so my brain is, once again, lighting up!

However, I wish we would have gotten more of the other color-coded friends since we don't get enough Orange Oddities (Book) or Pink People (Franc) in BLs. But I know every story is going to have the Blue Boys (Kong AND FAIFA!!!!)

I won't be too mad at it though because, as I've mentioned every single week, this show's color coding is just so damn good, so my brain is always lighting up. Like these are the exact faces a jovial Green Guy and a mean Black Brooder would make. Perfect faces. Perfect colors. Perfect 10 Liners.

Even Faifa's rage is perfect!

Because even though Faifa's dark blue shirt is telling him to "Seize" the day and "Just trust yourself then you will know how to live," as a sign of the dark Blue Boy coming his way, he can't see his own happy ending when he is listening to Gun say stupid shit like "Love makes you tiny." I'd also be plotting murder if I was him.

COLOR-CODED BOYS IN LOVE ARE DISGUSTING(LY ADORABLE)!

Random: Someone at GMMTV likes puppy play because every single show has some aspect of it, so good for that person getting everything they wanted!

Because I got matching birthday ties! So Yotha got matching binary tattoos with Wa, but he has matching bracelets and ties with his current boyfriend cementing that Yotha is an emo who likes sentimental gifts.

Emo Black Brooders in love are the best!

I'm not going to get over that there was a whole ass Pink Person and Orange Oddity in this portion of Color-Coded Boys The Series, and I know minimal information about them.

But thank goodness I know everything about these two yin yang colored boys!

Because they are meant for each other. They are toxic AND in love!

They fight just so they can have make-up sex.

Good for those beautiful bastards!

That could never be these two color-coded boys though.

Gun doesn't understand anger or foregoing sleep in favor of sex unlike these other color-coded boys.

Good for him!

And the more light Blue Boy Faifa cries about not having someone, the more I scream that he is about to meet his match in dark Blue Boy Wine. Newton is going to hate BOTH his brothers.

Now Yotha and Gun are putting on matching pajamas just to take them off the way God and Arm intended.

Have I mentioned how happy my brain is about color-coded boys in love? Because I'm very happy about color-coded boys in love being there for each other when they have to deal with big emotions.

Even more so when they are color-coded brothers who yell at each other that "You're too pessimistic" and " You're too optimistic" since the colors only emphasize those points!

Newton remains neutral, the dad is blue, and the mom is pink. This is Heterosexuality 101, which is why Yotha and Faifa do not comprehend it.

Yes! Keep saying this Gun! Keep reminding me that the people who worked behind the scenes on this show deserve a raise! Keep saying you bring light to this Black Brooder's dark world!

Because your shirt will explicitly state it later ("Sunshine on my Mind")

All is right in the world. Everyone is in the color, and Yotha got jokes.

AND ARM AND ARC ARE FINALLY IN THEIR COLORS TOO!

Thank God for small miracles and color-coded boys in love.

NOW BRING ME MY LAPIS LADS!

[whysoblue2]

This is a beautiful submission from @sw124! thank you so much it made me laugh and the characterization of my sweet Kallamar was amazing! Enjoy people! ---------------- So this was something i had to write, I have a fursona/bugsona I also incorporated into the Cotl series and just couldn’t help imagining these two. For those who aren’t aware my oc is Ace [ageosexual] and panromantic

[Title: Tea and gossip]

It was just about that time, Kallamar was already loving this new little routine! Ever since he got this new assistant life had been so much easier, but that wasn’t the only thing. This assistant turned out to be a great blessing! She was patient, fluent in sign, had a grasp of basic medicine and then some, she mostly dealt with simple cases.

Mamu, a mixed breed insect, from what Kallamar could gather, she had to be a cross between a honey bee and moth for sure. Well the ‘honey bee’ part was confirmed after receiving a jar of honey as a gift from her. However…Kallamar noticed that her honey looked like one poured the night sky into jars, the taste always varied as did the colors. Sometimes the color was a deep royal tone other times bright with flecks of pollen stars. The taste was beautifully complex, the sweetness could be lighter than air or as strong as a well made scotch.

But the one thing that drew Kallamar to her…was the most surprising aspect of her, she was one of the absolute rare few who had no desire to well…invite him to the mating tent. She had no interest in sex, despite joking, commenting and gossiping about it..it seemed she rather do just that. The act itself often turned her away but talking about it was fine. That alone was got Kallamar’s attention, sure a casual fling now and then was nice but to have someone to gossip with no other motive than to talk…well that was rare. Kallamar had already prepared the tea when he felt a faint presence. Call it intuition when he opened the door…and there stood the lady in question.

“Mamu! Do come in my dear!”

“Hello Kall! I brought some fresh honey and scones! Along with some juicy gossip!”

She has four arms which Kallamar took note of the first time they met, even more so when she used her second pair of arms to sign while talking. The two wasted no time getting down to what they came to do…gossip!

“So my little honey drop, have you plucked any juicy fruit from the vine today?” Kallamar asked, taking a slow sip of his tea. “Well…depends on whatcha want to hear, gossip about your siblings or the other followers?”

Well that got his attention. “..About my siblings?”

Mamu smirked. “It’s about Narinder and the Lamb, it’s probably wishful thinking from some followers but many are whispering about seeing the Lamb and Narinder near the mating tent recently….��

Kallamar leaned in staring at her hands and face together….this couldn’t be true! “Yes…they caught two young teens trying to sneak in there to make a little ‘Whoopi’ if ya know what I mean!” Mamu gave a little titter, yep..there it was, Mamu’s rug pull.

Leaning back, Kallamar made the same motion. One pair of hands using the ‘shame on you’ gesture while his other arms were crossed, smirking as he turned his head but cracked an eye open at her. She was giggling behind her hand, peeking a glance at him. He let out a soft chuff before pouring a cup of tea for her. “But be serious my dear, did that happen?”

“Yes, I saw it happen. Poor Narinder, last time I saw him that red in the face was the time I called him a-“ Mamu’s hands flew up to her mouth, Kallamar blinked.

“Called him what?”

Her hands pressed down into her lap, her milky cream cheeks turning a light shade of cherry pink. Eyes darting to look at something other then Kallamar, well to the squid that said a lot. Her eyes were darting up not down, hands in her lap rather then plucking at each other like angry birds, lips curled in like she sucked on something mildly sour. Ooh this was something, Kallamar felt his own lips curl into a devious smirk. Now times like this he’d turn on his charm and seduce the information out, however with Mamu that never worked. So he had to develop a new technique tailored just for her…and so he deployed it.

He leaned forward, closes his eyes, curled his lips into a button smile and opened his eyes wide and began to bat them. The moment she turned to look at him…it took a bit of will power not go break the look. Mamu’s eyes lighting up with little hearts as she tried to turn away, nope, Kallamar had one tentacle under her chin in just a second, with very little effort to guid it back to look at him. Ooh she tried so hard to look away but his tentacle and gaze had her locked. It just took a minute before she finally broke, waving two of her hands.

“Okay! Okay I’ll tell you!” Ah, it never failed. Kallamar sat back, his old demenor returning. Mamu pursed her lips in a pout. “You are mean Kallamar!”

She signed while huffing, no real anger behind it. Kallamar simply tilted his head side to side before leaning forward. “So, what did you say to my brother?”

The pink in her cheeks grew a shade darker, she let out a breath and held up her hands. “This happened before you arrived, Narinder was still a bit aloof when around others. I kept my distance out of respect but when he started snapping at other followers I confronted him. Told him he shouldn’t be so cross with others just because he’s new, we got into an argument. The Lamb had to come and separate us cause it almost got physical…well by physical he was close to pushing..anyway the Lamb was escorting him away and he shouted at me that I was some lowly worker bee. My anger got the better of me and I….” Oh her cheeks were now a lovely shade of apple, Kallamar leaned in more, beckoning her to finish her story.

She hesitated before signing. “…I shouted…’At least I’m not a pussy’….”

There was a moment of stillness, did Kallamar read that right…did Mamu, little sweet as honey Mamu call his brother Narinder a pussy. The flood gates opened Kallamar began laughing, that couldn’t be true but the look on Mamu’s face said everything.

“You! My darling honey drop, you of all people called him that?!”

“Oh Kallamar it’s embarrassing enough! Honestly you’re acting just like the Lamb did…”

…Kallamar blinked, eyes lighting up. “The Lamb laughed at that?!”

An now Mamu’s face was hidden behind her hands, Kallamar pulled them away, trying his best to control the giggles bubbling up from his throat. “N-now my dear no need to be ashamed, honestly my sister Heket can be fare more poisonous with her words when crossed. Compared to her thats like…a child using a non-curse word!”

Mamu pouted again. “Still was the most embarrassing moment for me…and for Narinder too, the Lamb laughing like that.”

“Oh pshaw my dear, I doubt Narinder would be that upset about. But my goodness to have the nerve to yell that at him is impressive!”

Well that got Mamu to smile, the color returning to that love light cherry pink instead of that deep apple. A little ‘boop’ to her nose and she was back to giggling, oh Kallamar enjoyed this assistant!

But what he enjoyed more was that Leshy and Heket seemed to like his new friend! Since she knew sign it made talking to Heket easy, she was also close friends to Tharen so it made getting to know Leshy easy, that and both being insects gave them common ground, however that begged the question…….

How would Shamura react to her?

End.

Hope you enjoy this blue!