#and i love them both equally 😌

[mountainshroom]

A lil goat and deer beefing but make it biblical

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I LOVE your art first of all gahh!!

And i love the way you draw Charles like, did you just make this bald old man incredibly attractive????

thank you so much !! with that i always say I Draw What I See ... charles xavier already attractive nuff said tyvm i didnt do anythin extra.....

[greensagephase]

Getting Freaky with Miguel Includes... [spelling Valentine's]

warning: nsfw, so minors DNI, female reader

V - Velvet ropes/handcuffs

Miguel thinks you look so pretty when you're tied up for him 🎀 and at his mercy, so he'll tie your wrists. You like to tie him, too, sometimes for some activities.

A - Ass spanking

Miguel is an ass [and thighs] man [don't ask me how I know], so he loves spanking you. It's not necessarily harsh spanks, unless you're into that, but he simply enjoys watching the way your rear moves after he delivers the spanks. And of course, the cute moans and whines you make are another reason he enjoys it.

L - Lube, lots of it

He has plans which he cannot tell you about right now because the haters will try to sabotage him -- He wants to take a trip to poundtown with you, and since Valentine's is on a Friday this year, he decides a weekend trip there is just and necessary, so lube is a must.😌

E - Erotic massaging

You both love to massage each other's sensitive spots to get all riled up before the deed, focusing on stimulation and pressure on those spots. Other important factors: ambiance music [hehe]. Oils are a must, obviously, and Miguel really enjoys this part. He loves watching you grow more and more needy and aroused as he massages the oils onto your skin, and watches you in awe at how glowy and pretty your skin looks.

N - Nipple play

Miguel delivers light caresses, circular motions, gentle sucking and biting, licking, pinching, and rolling to your nipples, adding on to the teasing. No hard play unless you like that.

T - Thighs

As stated, Miguel is also a thighs man. He loves thick thighs and will worship yours like you're a goddess. He'll mark them with love bites and hickeys! His home is between them, and you better accept that.

An extra on thighs, Miguel loves having you ride his. 🤭 He loves how desperate you get for friction, so he likes to tease you by stopping your movements by grabbing you from the hips. He later helps you by guiding you, whispering how pretty you look leaving a mess on his skin.

I - Intercourse

The p in v, of course! After roleplay, he will ravish your kitty until he has you chanting his name like it's the only word you know. Since this will be a weekend situation, he'll switch it up between rough, slow, or gentle -- whatever you're both feeling in the moment and with your consent always. You'll also switch it up with positions from missionary to doggy style to mating press for, um, research purposes.

N - Nutting inside

Miguel will nut inside you every time. He's not wasting a single drop. 😌You both love the feeling of him finishing inside [breeding kink... *sighs*😔🙏🏼]. The sight of his hot cum and your juices combined dripping out of your pussy is always so hot and satisfying for you both. If going multiple times in one session, he'll use it as lube for sure and push it back inside with his tip [clawing at the walls of my enclosure rn; i'm ovulating, sorry].

E - Edging

You equally love edging each other until you have the other whining and whimpering for release. Miguel will finger you, use toys, or use his cock to edge you to that moment before climaxing only to stop with a teasing smirk while he hears your pleas for release. In return, you play with his cock and balls with your hands and/or mouth to edge him on. You enjoy doing this when he's all tied up, especially.

S - Spooning in Aftercare

To add some fluff to this spice, spooning. Miguel always spoons you after each session. Of course, this is after he helps you clean up and makes sure you're all comfortable. He wraps his body around yours to make you feel loved and safe, whispering sweet things into your ear, like how well you took him, how beautiful you look, and how much he loves you.🥹

Oh, and that he hopes a November baby will be part of your lives in the upcoming future 🤭

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Thought of this literally today. I'm ovulating, your honor. 😔 Thank you for reading!

Alondra❤️

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hi yes i saw hazbin requests were open??? Anything involving pining Lucifer. Or lucifer seeing reader dressed super nice for like a fancy party or something (full makeup, fancy revealing dress, that sorta thing) for the first time. Maybe feelings are revealed? I’m a sucker for pining

I love that we are all so disgustingly thirsty for this man. He deserves it ❤️‍🔥 but seriously tho…all my Lucifer posts have gotten at least 100 likes in the first day that they’re posted. Like damn yall, we need to talk about our husband more! We all have such good taste 😌 I love our little short king. Thanks for the request. Enjoyyyyyyy~

Notes: fem!reader, reader wears a dress in this one

TW: suggestive themes, hardcore pining, heavy making out

🪽The King of Pining🪽

This morning, Charlie invited everyone to the lobby of the hotel, shouting out that she had great news and a wonderful idea. Husk and Angel grumble about their annoyance with it being too early in the morning and them being way too sober for group activities right now as they plop down on one of the couches. The rest of the group files in, finding spots to relax as Charlie bounces up and down in her spot, bitting her lip and clenching her fists out of pure excitement. You follow along, deciding to stay standing and a bit behind the group, glancing back to see Lucifer coming to join the pack, standing just behind the couch that sat Vaggie and Nifty. You stare at him for a moment and when he finally glances your way, you offer him a sleepy smile and a quick wave of your hand. A small smirk finds its way to his lips as he nods his head at you, quickly looking away after.

“So…what��s the news?” Vaggie finally speaks up once everyone is settled and all eyes are on Charlie standing front and center. “Sooooooo, I had a brilliant idea that will be equally fun and beneficial to the hotel. Ready? Ready for it?” Charlie looks around the group, looking as if she might burst into flames of enthusiasm any moment now. “WE ARE GONNA HOST A BALL!!!”

Angel smirks as he nudges Husk beside him. “Heh, balls.” “She said ‘ball’, jackass. Singular.” Husk spits back, rolling his eyes as he scoots away from Angel a bit.

“It’ll attract new recruits for the hotel! We can mingle, talk about all we have to offer. AH! It’s gonna be soooooo funnnnnn.” Charlie is yelling now, she can’t control herself in the slightest.

Charlie goes into explaining the details- it is to be a huge party with a formal dress code that everyone and anyone is invited to. It’ll be here at the hotel, with an open bar (Husk wants to die) and music! The group lets out noises of mixed emotions, Nifty and Angel shouting out of excitement and anticipation while Husk and Alastor both let out noises of dread. You, on the other hand are nervous but looking forward to having a fun night and getting to know the hotel staff and residents better. As Charlie’s speech ends, the group begins to disperse and talk amongst themselves.

You watch as Charlie approaches Vaggie, shyly dropping to her knees in front of her on the couch so that they are eye level with each other. “Will you…be my date to the ball, Vags?” You can’t help but smile as you watch Vaggie laugh, her cheeks and nose slowly changing color. “Of course, you goofball. You’re my partner. There’s no one else I’d rather go with.” They share a long hug, a beautiful positive energy radiating off of them.

“They’re just adorable, aren’t they?” The low, charming voice that sounds right next to you causes you to flinch a bit, now turning to see the king of hell himself standing beside you. “Oh! Hey. Yeah. They are pretty cute. They make a great couple.” You look back to the two girls holding hands and giggling but Lucifer keeps his eyes on you, taking this opportunity while you’re distracted to examine all the little details of your face up close. Hopefully no one else catches sight of him in this moment of utter hopeless romanticism.

When he finally snaps out of it, he lets out a sigh before putting on his best smile, clearing his throat just to get your attention again. “Speaking of great couples~” And as soon as your eyes land on him again, your lips curved up ever so slightly, his courage quickly leaves him. Lucifer freezes for a moment, mouth going dry as he tried to find a way out of this. Say something you idiot.

“I-I ha! I uh…I wonder what other great couples we’ll see at this party. Maybe some of hell’s highest royalty?” Nervous chuckles just keep rolling from his lips and he’s really hoping you don’t notice the way his hands are shaking as they rest on his cane. One of his trembling hands comes to the collar of his shirt, lightly yanking it down as if that would help bring air back to his lungs, the air you’ve sucked out of him with one simple glance.

“Hm. Yeah. Maybe.” You reply plainly, looking back to Vaggie and Charlie and before you can converse with Lucifer any further, he’s walking off with his tail between his legs, eyes wild and full of doubt. “You’ll be there. You are the king of hell after all, I’m sure everyone will be too focused on you and Charlie to notice any other royals. Are you uhm…planning on going with anyone?” You ask, still watching the two girls near the couch. Your voice stops Lucifer in his tracks, making him pause for a moment as he listens. He turns slowly back to you, wearing a bashful smile as he tucks both his arms behind his back.

“No, actually. I hadn’t even thought of it.” He lies, watching as you finally pull your gaze from his daughter and relax it on him. He slowly saunters back your way, unable to control his wandering eyes. “And what about you? Do you have anyone in mind that you’d want to go with?” And now his nervousness is rubbing off on you, making your voice shake as you respond. “Me? No, no…I’ll probably just tag along with uh…”

As you look around the room, it seems all couples have already paired up. Vaggie and Charlie sat on the couch still, Charlie’s legs strewn over her girlfriend’s lap. Angel and Husk seemed to be having a bit of an argument over what they will wear together. Angel wants to wear all pink but Husk is like FUCK NO. Even Sir Pentious was trembling in front of Cherri, as he looked to he asking her out. Obviously, Alastor is bringing his shadow along. That’s kind of a date…right?

“Uhm I mean, who knows? Maybe I’ll meet someone there.” The pride that inflated Lucifer’s chest just seconds ago seems to suddenly be punctured and drained by your lack of acknowledgment to his flirty hints. He wants to ask you to be his so badly it’s making his chest hurt now. Not his for the night, not his during the party, his all the time, any time he needs you. As he opens his mouth to speak, he hesitates and then decides to let out a heavy sigh instead. “Well..I will see you there.” And with the tip of his head, he finally turned and left you standing alone in a herd of conversing couples.

~night of the party~

You figured there’s no harm in showing up fashionably late tonight. At least, that was your excuse for showing up late. In reality, you were fully ready before the ball even started but your legs were so weak and shaky, you couldn’t find the strength to get yourself out there. So instead, you’re sitting in your room, fully clad in your nicest dress along with some accessories, sunken into your plush bed as you try to steady your breathing. Maybe if I stay here long enough in this dress, I can just say I was there but not actually go…

A knock on your door has you straightening up in your spot, a warm surprised feeling lighting up your chest. “Come in.” You respond, wondering just who was coming to see you right now. You assumed it was Angel trying to get you to come out and start partying with him. To your surprise, the princess of hell pops her cheerful little face inside your room.

“(Y/N)! I was wondering when you’d be coming…out…there. Oh my gosh! You look so gorgeous EEEEE!” Charlie steps into your room now, her big yellow eyes shining with enthusiasm and hope as she fangirls over your getup. “Oh, thank you. You look stunning yourself.” Charlie watches your eyes fluttering all around the room, unable to focus. “Yeah…I’m coming. Just…feeling anxious I guess.” Taking a deep breath, you finally stand, straightening out your dress and checking your hair in a mirror quickly. “Oh stop it! You look flawless, (Y/N). Let’s go have some fun.” Charlie quickly links arms with you and drags you out to the lobby full of people, lights and music.

Within just a few minutes of joining the party, you find yourself looking around a sea of strangers all on your own. Seems the princess of hell has a line of guests wanting to meet and greet with her. Understandable, but you’re starting to get overwhelmed. You’re desperately looking for a familiar face, needing a buddy to help you feel included and secure. As you swim through sinners and other residents of hell, head turning side to side, you finally spot Lucifer after nearly an hour of wandering around alone.

Sure, His typical white suit is nice, very flattering on him. But, oh boy, did he look fantastic tonight, heavenly even. For this special occasion, Lucifer was dressed in a deep red suit with accents of white and no hat, instead sporting his pretty, slicked back blonde hair. You’re not quick to rush to him, I mean are you trying to look desperate and pathetic? No, just stay calm. But once again, you two share a glance from afar and give each other a small wave of the hand. Lucifer looks…pained. He looks like he might just collapse to his knees and start vomiting. His shift in body language causes your smile to drop, your expression shifting to one of concern as you mouth to him ‘you okay?’.

From Lucifer’s point of view, the room became silent, empty, dimly lit with you there at the center of it all under this glowing golden ray of light. You looked angelic, innocent and sweet, elegant but also nervous and out of place and adorable and fuck it, he can’t wait. He nearly pushes the sinner trying to talk to him aside, rushing to you as his brain became overloaded with ideas of what to say to you.

With each and every stride he takes, your cheeks flush deeper shades of red. With every step, his knees begin to feel more and more like jelly. Finally, he’s joined you in the spotlight, the rest of the party fading away before both of your eyes as you stand just inches apart. Now, it’s all wandering eyes and heavy breathing from both of you. Licking your lips first, you force words out to break this awful silence.

“Wow! Y-you clean up well. You look nice, Luci.” As your voice reaches his ears, his dream-like state abruptly ended. The room floods with loud music, chatty people and bright lights again. He seems to perk up at your compliments, feeling like a dog in heat as his eyes travel up and down your lovely outfit. You watch as his eyes finally leave your waist and come up to meet your own gaze.

“Holy hell. You look absolutely divine.” He scoffs quietly, wondering how an angel like you ended up down here. “Oh, Lucifer.” You swat a hand at him and you can feel your face burning up, sweat starting to form on your upper lip and forehead. “Stop it. You flatter me.”

Lucifer looked as if he might pass out, becoming more and more flustered the more you blush. Although, a pleased smirk graces his face because oh~ you like when he flirts with you, huh? It’s okay, he’s hella into you too.Together, you’re just a ticking time bomb of gushy feelings and sexual tension. He figures if he wants to have any chance of confessing his feelings to you tonight, his best option is to lead you out of the way and put a little distance between you two and the crowd. So, he reaches out and gently takes your hand, pulling you along to the now vacant bar with an extremely forced and up tight grin.

Husk is standing behind the counter, looking not as irritated as you’d thought he would tonight. Luci pulls out a stool for you, gesturing for you to sit before he does because he’s a gentleman and ladies always go first. “Hey. Whatcha want, doll?” Husk ask you first, giving you a wink after you answer. “And for you, sir?” He eyes Lucifer who shakes his head, politely refusing his offer. As Husk begins whipping up your drink, yet another tense silence falls between you two.

“Are you having a good time?” The blonde finally speaks up, side eyeing you. “Eh. I’m not a big party person. I’m not a fan of big crowds either so…not really.” At long last, your unhappy and disappointed attitude brings all of Lucifer’s courage and gall to his mouth. Now’s his chance. “Let’s get out of here then.” He blurts out as Husk slides your drink to you, the bartender giving you an awkward look. “What? But all these folks wanna meet you.” Once you look over to him, a devious smile makes its way to Lucifer’s thin lips as you take your first drink. “And? I’m the king of hell! I do as I please.” He teases and now you’re both smiling brightly, a soft laugh leaving your lips as you push his arm playfully. “I love Charlie but I hate this party. Let me finish my drink first, yeah?”

Lucifer continues to side eye you and also scan over the entire room, checking out the scene as you sip on your drink. You can see his casual glances and the way he quickly diverts his attention as soon as you catch him staring. Now you’re the one feeling some bravery. You quickly and smoothly slip your hand into his, letting your thumb rub back and forth across his knuckles as you try to quickly suck down the rest of your drink.

The grip you have on each other grows stronger, tighter with each second that passes. You notice Lucifer bouncing his leg now, growing impatient and needy. As soon as a slurping noise comes from the straw at the bottom of your glass, Lucifer is trying to pull you up off your seat. He’s not worried about hiding his eagerness from you at this point, not when you’re looking like you do now and getting so blushy and shy at his flirtatious comments. He has to shoot his shot, he has to try. You’re the only person who’s made him feel young and love sick again after Lilith, he can’t afford to let you slip away too. That would crush him more than the weight of the embarrassment and discomfort he is feeling right now.

Lucifer leads you to the library, doubting anyone would be occupying it at the moment and he is correct. Finally, alone together, his hand in yours still, fingers interlocked. His big eyes, full of worry and second thoughts stare deep into yours as he gives himself a moment.

“Oh, my. Where do I even begin?” His other hand comes to yours, holding them both oh so delicately. “You…I’m so….” You nod, smiling to give him some encouragement to continue. “I want you so bad. I want to hold you, I just want to touch you already. I need to kiss you. (Y/N), I love you-“

You’re not sure what came over you but now your hands are exploring his blonde locks, your lips moving feverishly against his. Besides the faint, far away music playing, all you two could hear was each other’s soft gasps and the smacking of wet lips. At first, Lucifer was very engaged in the kiss but he was hesitant to touch you, unsure of where to put his hands. Like hell he wants to rest his claws on your hips or your butt, but he waits for you to give him the okay, his hands balled into fists and held up near his shoulders.

Finally letting him have his way, you guide his hands to your torso before breaking the kiss to whisper, “It’s okay, Luci. You can touch me.” It’s more of a whimper than a whisper but Lucifer isn’t complaining in the slightest. The tone of your voice and the feeling of finally touching your perfectly soft body had his eyes glowing bright red now.

Quickly and without warning, he crashes his lips back into yours sloppily, his long forked tongue gently gliding across your lip, giving the slightest bit of attention to your teeth. He would devour every bit of you right now if you only asked. He wished you would ask right now. He’d even beg for it…You happily let your mouth open more, inviting him in as his arms slowly stretch their way around you until he’s holding you tightly against him. Lucifer squeezes you tightly as he savors your taste for a moment, pulling a soft whine from you before loosening up.

With your eyes closed, you tried to just follow his lead and do your best at impressing and arousing him but he’s sort of doing the same. He hasn’t been with anyone like this in so long, he’s rusty as hell. So, yall are an absolute mess. After about a minute of wild making out and rapidly moving hands, you’ve found yourselves on the floor. The two of you sit up on your knees, holding onto each other as if your lives depend on it. Your hands held his cheeks so tenderly, pulling his face as close to your own as you possibly could.

Lucifer couldn’t help but smile against your mouth, a soft laugh leaving him as he remembers all those nights he dreamt of this exact situation- you looking beautiful and magnificent as always and him having the freedom to let his hands roam your darling figure. He’s been craving you, dreaming of you, wishing for you, praying for you. The laugh that escapes him results in you pulling back to get a look at him. And fuck was he gorgeous- hair a disheveled mess, the purple shadow on his eyelids smudged ever so slightly, his once impressive suit now wrinkled and shifted awkwardly on him, his lips still shiny from your saliva, his breathing loud and heavy and his smile just kept getting bigger, toothier.

“What are you laughing at?” Lucifer rests his forehead against yours, his eyes moving across your breathless, flushed face, just dying to know what’s on your mind now. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for ages, darling. More than I’ve wanted anything in my entire existence, I’ve wanted to be alone with you like this.” A breathy giggle leaves you, your hands shaking as they travel down from his face to his biceps.

“Oh really? Why don’t you stop telling me and…keep showing me?” You tease, your hands coming to rest on his puffed out chest. Your touch combined with your sweet flirting and breathy voice has all of his wings popping out momentarily. You can’t help but laugh at this, but Lucifer is all business right now. You told him to show you, and oh darling, he’s gonna teach you a whole lesson on how beautiful and ethereal you are to him…and he’s gonna teach you with only his hands and his mouth.

[latin5mamii]

Angel - Jude Bellingham

warnings: long chapter (1829 words)

genre: childhood best friends to lovers

summary:How could you know that a stupid nickname could change everything?

author's note: I know you've been waiting for this, and I'm so excited to finally share the latest chapter with you! I truly hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. And yes, I might have left you hanging a bit, but trust me it’ll be worth it😌. I’m already planning to write the next chapter tonight. Plus I’d love to hear your thoughts—if you have any ideas or twists you think could make the story even more exciting, feel free to share them! last chapter

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“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

There he was, leaning against the door frame, looking effortlessly handsome as always. His presence seemed even more magnetic after the words he’d left you with the night before, words that had kept you awake, replaying over and over in your mind.

"We’ll have plenty of nights together, don’t worry."

You hadn’t slept much, but who could blame you? Thoughts of Madrid, of Jude, and of how drastically everything was about to change had swirled in your head all night. But now, with him standing there, his familiar grin melting away your worries, it all seemed to make sense.

“Good morning,” you mumbled back, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips as you sat up. Jude crossed the room in a few quick strides and wrapped you in a hug, his embrace warm and reassuring, as if promising that everything would be okay.

“This feels weird,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper against his chest.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to meet your eyes. “Weird? Why’s that?”

You shrugged, still struggling to put your feelings into words. “I don’t know… it’s just… surreal. Like this is all a dream or something.”

He smiled, that boyish, disarming smile you’d known since forever—the one that always made you feel safe, like nothing could ever go wrong as long as he was around. “I get it. But hey, you’ve got me. And I’m not going anywhere.”

You chuckled, the tension that had been knotted in your shoulders slowly melting away. You held onto him a moment longer, savoring the comfort of being close to him, before finally letting go.

Jude, always the playful one, grabbed your suitcase with a grin and started heading towards the door. “Come on, let’s get moving before you change your mind,” he teased.

As you watched him, it hit you just how surreal this all was. You’d never imagined that you’d be moving to Madrid with your childhood best friend, the same boy you used to chase around the playground, the same boy whose grandma used to joke you’d end up marrying one day. You’d laughed it off back then, never believing it could really happen.

But now, here you were. You thought back to when he first started getting famous, when he left for Dortmund, then Real Madrid, and how much you’d missed him. The messages, the late-night FaceTime calls, the way you both tried so hard to stay in touch despite the distance.

But now, one question lingers in your mind.

You're literally going to Madrid with your childhood best friend for who knows how long, the same one you made out with once after sharing a bed, and who constantly flirts with you.

You didn’t want to ask him that question because, well, he’s famous and has other things to think about. But the thought wouldn’t leave your mind.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, by the way,” his voice pulls you out of your thoughts. He knew how much you loved surprises.

“What is it?” you ask, a playful smile on your face.

“Wait and see.”

As soon as you arrive at the airport, the car takes a different turn from the usual route, stopping in front of a smaller yet equally impressive plane. Now you understand what the surprise was. And you felt a little silly for not realizing it sooner: Why would someone so famous take a commercial flight when they could afford a private jet?

As you stepped out of the car, your eyes still wide with surprise at the sight of the private jet in front of you, Jude chuckled and took your hand in his, leading you toward the sleek aircraft. His touch was warm and familiar, like it had always been since you were kids. But now, with everything that had changed, the fame, the move to Madrid, the endless possibilities ahead,his hand in yours felt different..

“Don’t tell me you’re surprised by this,” he teased, his grin contagious as you reached the steps of the plane.

“I mean, I should’ve seen it coming, but come on, Jude,” you said, giving him a playful shove. “A private jet? Really?”

He shrugged, still holding your hand as you both boarded. “Gotta travel in style now, don’t I?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. 

The interior of the jet was even more luxurious than you’d imagined. Soft leather seats, a spacious layout, and every inch of it screaming luxury. Jude plopped down onto one of the oversized seats, pulling you down beside him before you could even take it all in.

“Get comfy, we’ve got a few hours ahead of us,” he said, stretching out as if the whole plane was just his personal living room.

You never thought you'd experience this. You remember when in the past Jude and Jobe used to fight a lot, and you just brought peace to them, that’s one of the main reasons their mom loved you.And that feels like yesterday and now everything changed.

As you sank into the soft leather seat beside Jude, you couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh, the weight of it all finally starting to sink in. Jude turned to look at you, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

“What’s funny?” he asked, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

You shook your head, still caught up in the whirlwind of memories. “Just thinking about how different everything is now. I mean, you used to fight with Jobe all the time, and I’d always have to step in and keep the peace. Now you're taking me to Madrid on a private jet.”

Jude chuckled, leaning back in his seat with a lazy grin. “Yeah, well, you were good at keeping us in line. Still are, actually.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Come on, Jude, don’t start.”

“Still,” he said, nudging you playfully, “you’re younger, and I’m always going to be the one looking out for you. That’s just how it is.”

You huffed, pretending to be exasperated. “Four months, Jude. Four.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he replied with a smirk. “Still the older one, and I’m still going to protect you.”Jude gave you a smug smile, leaning back in his seat.

You rolled your eyes, smirking as you fired back, “From who? Jobe?”

Jude chuckled, nodding as if he were genuinely considering it. “Yeah, he can be pretty evil sometimes.”

You shook your head, laughing at the thought. “You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, shaking your head with a smile. His playful banter, the way he could always make you feel at ease, was exactly what you needed.

But there was something else you’d been thinking about—something you weren’t sure you should say. The words slipped out before you could stop them.

“When you were in Madrid,” you started, your voice a bit more hesitant than you intended, “I used to check the news about you. You know, just to see what was going on.”

Jude turned his head toward you, intrigued. “Oh, yeah? Keeping tabs on me?”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile faded as you continued. “Well, yeah… but not just for fun. There were times when I’d come across people calling you arrogant, or childish, and it kind of freaked me out.”

Jude blinked in surprise, his playful expression faltering for a second. “Freaked you out? Why?”

You hesitated again, not wanting to sound dramatic. “Because… I didn’t know if you’d changed. I mean, all those articles and posts made you sound like someone I didn’t recognize. And I guess I was scared to see you again, scared you wouldn’t be… you.”

There was a pause as Jude processed what you said, and you felt your heart thudding in your chest, waiting for his response. But instead of going serious, like you expected, he grinned—full-on, mischievous Jude.

“Oh, so you thought I’d turn into some big-headed superstar, huh?” he teased, raising an eyebrow. “What, did you think I was going to show up wearing sunglasses indoors and demand people call me ‘Mr. Bellingham’?”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing, your worries easing as his joke broke the tension. “No! But—”

Jude leaned in, his grin widening. “Or maybe you were scared I’d start talking about myself in the third person. ‘Jude Bellingham doesn’t wait in line.’ ‘Jude Bellingham only flies private.’”

You shook your head, laughing even harder now. “Stop! That’s not what I meant!”

He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms with mock arrogance. “You know what? Maybe I should start doing that. Sounds kind of fun.”

“Oh, please,” you said, playfully swatting his arm. “You’d be unbearable.”

Jude laughed, the warmth in his voice settling your nerves. “Nah, I get it. People love to talk. But you should’ve known better.I’m still me. Just with a bit more style and better hair.”

“Better hair, huh?” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “That’s debatable.”

He reached up, running a hand through his hair with exaggerated pride. “Debatable? This is prime hair right here. You’re just jealous.”

You rolled your eyes again, but the lightness in your chest was undeniable now. The Jude sitting next to you wasn’t the arrogant football star the tabloids sometimes made him out to be. He was still the same guy who used to annoy you with dumb jokes and competitive childish games, and still, the same guy who made you feel safe and at home.

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Jude's house was incredible, a dream come true. He had told you about it before, but you never imagined it would be like this. You felt an overwhelming excitement, knowing you were experiencing something that millions of people could only dream of.

"Like it?" he asked, as he unloaded the suitcases from the car.

 You were surprised because you thought someone else would do it for him, but it seemed he was doing it himself just to spend as much time with you as possible. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered, just as they always did whenever he was near.

You nodded, a little breathless. “Yeah, I mean… it’s unreal, Jude.”

He flashed that familiar boyish smile, the one that made your stomach do flips. “Wait ‘til you see inside.”

And he was right. The inside was even more stunning than you imagined—high ceilings, sleek furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased a breathtaking view of the city below. You followed Jude through the living room, your eyes wide as you took it all in.

“I feel like I’m in a magazine or something,” you said, spinning in a slow circle to take everything in.

Jude chuckled as he dropped your bags at the base of the stairs. “Well, I did say I had more style now, didn’t I?”

You rolled your eyes, smirking. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll give you that one.”

He came up behind you, resting a hand lightly on your shoulder, and you could feel the warmth of his touch. “Hey,” he said softly, his tone a bit more serious now. “Do you want to go grab dinner? I know it’s been a long day, and there’s a place nearby I think you’d love.”

You glanced up at him, surprised but touched by the gesture. “Dinner? Right now?”

He nodded, his eyes soft and inviting. “Yeah. Just you and me. What do you say?”

You didn’t have to think twice. “Sure, sounds perfect.”

A smile broke across his face. “Great. Give me ten minutes, and we’ll head out.”

True to his word, Jude was ready quickly, and soon, you were heading out together.. The restaurant he’d chosen was chic but not overly formal, nestled in a quiet part of the city.

 As you both sat down at a cozy table near the window, the ambiance was perfect: low lighting, soft music, and just enough privacy for you to feel like it was your own little world.

Jude ordered a bottle of wine, pouring a glass for each of you.

“So,” he said, leaning back in his chair with a teasing smile, “on a scale of one to ten, how jealous do you think Jobe is knowing that you’re with me now?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Oh, he’ll surely give it back to me in a while”

Jude’s grin widened. “Yeah, well, too bad for him. You’re all mine now.”

The way he said it sent a flutter through your chest, and you couldn’t help but blush. He noticed, of course, and leaned in a little closer, his voice lowering just enough to make your heart race.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me now,” he teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“I’m not shy” you protested, trying to hide your smile as you took a sip of your wine.

“Right,” Jude said, leaning even closer across the table. “You’ve never been shy a day in your life.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up. “You’re annoying”

You weren’t sure who made the first move. Maybe it was him, maybe it was you, or maybe it was both of you leaning into the inevitable. But suddenly, his hand was brushing lightly against your arm, his fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path down to your wrist. It wasn’t much, just a simple touch, but it felt like everything.

His gaze dipped to your lips, and your heart raced in your chest as he took another sip from that glass. His voice, when he finally spoke, was low and rough, barely above a whisper.

“Do you ever think about it?” he asked, his breath ghosting over your skin.

You blinked, your heart pounding as you met his gaze. “Think about what?”

He swallowed, as if debating whether to say it out loud, and then, in a voice barely audible, he said, “When we kissed.”

Your breath caught in your throat, memories of that kiss rushing back to you—the way it had felt so easy and so right, yet so confusing at the same time. You haven’t talked about that since it happened, maybe it was time

“Jude…” you started, but your voice faltered.

He didn’t let you finish. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

You shyly smiled, breaking eye contact and looking down, feeling the warmth of his words flush through you. Without knowing how to respond, you took another sip of your wine.

Jude noticed your reaction, letting out a soft chuckle. Leaning in close, his breath tickling your ear as he had to reveal a secret, he murmured,

“We should talk about this at home, shouldn’t we, Angel?”

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[whateverisbeautiful]

Richonne in Retrospect - The 💋 List

(every Richonne kiss ranked)

#9: The Candlelit Kiss (7.12)

What a kiss this was. 🥹 Say Yes is a gift truly and especially this lovely candlelit dinner scene. With the way TOWL had turned the dial all the way up on Richonne's passionate love scenes, I knew my Top 10 was likely going to have a majority of TOWL scenes on it. Which is why I really applaud any of Richonne's TWD kiss scenes that managed to hold it's own and still be as great as the kisses in Richonne's epic love story miniseries. And this particular proposal kiss definitely deserves some major love and recognition on this kiss list 🥰...

Say Yes is so special to my Richonner heart for many reasons, and especially for this candlelit dinner scene which includes a proposal and a gorgeous, glowy, golden kiss. Richonne's honeymoon vibes this episode were so refreshing and heartwarming to watch. Especially knowing how dreary and difficult life had been for them lately under Negan and the Saviors. It was so meaningful to see Rick and Michonne still be able to carve out alone time with each other and experience some genuine joy by being in each other's presence.

I love how cute, happy, and relaxed they seem as they enjoy their MREs and how Michonne so sincerely expresses belief in Rick's ability to lead the new world if it's something he wants. Then it's great that Rick knows he can be honest and vulnerable with Michonne when he says he wouldn't want to be the sole guy in charge. But what's even greater is Rick knowing what he really wants and letting Michonne know too as he shares wanting the two of them to reorder things together if it's something she wants. It's so sweet how he's nervous before saying this and then how assuring and touched Michonne is as she says yeah. They both know they're happily agreeing to spend the rest of their life together side-by-side.

Hearing the love of his life say she wants it to be the two of them just as much as he does is music to Rick's ears and I love the way he has such a wholesome smile at Michonne's response. And then as you know, Richonne is very good at making a heartwarming wholesome moment also hotter than a furnace which is exactly what happens as Rick leans in to kiss her. Everything about this is so good. The way he's again trying to consume her lol, the way she so sweetly holds his arm. They're savoring each other as they do best, y'all. And this kiss really does feel like it's the two of them having a proper passionate acknowledgment of what has just been proposed - which again, is Rick and Michonne agreeing to be leading lovers side by side for life.

This is another Richonne kiss where their response after the kiss is equally gold, as Rick looks right into Michonne's soul and Michonne kisses his hand. They're as in love as can be. 😌 I love that they don't hold back from expressing their love and that they trust they can be their most authentic, vulnerable, head-over-heels selves with each other. Rick got down on one knee in TOWL to make their marriage formally official, but Richonne had been married a long time before then and this dinner and kiss in Say Yes made that crystal clear. Because this whole lovely Say Yes scene was an exchange between a husband and wife 100%. And the greatest husband and wife on the planet, at that. ♥️

[cressthebest]

so many people liked my last jegulily headcanons post, so i’m gonna continue doing the lord’s work 😌

• there's a big bookshelf in the living room with a mixture of regulus' books and lily's books. you can easily tell the difference between them. reg has hardback copies that are annotated with thin black fountain pen. lily has cheap paperback copies often bought secondhand, and she only allows the typical wear and tear. she refuses to write in her books, and instead will sticky note the pages.

• lily is demiromantic and it took a hot minute to realize she liked not only james but also regulus. (she lost her absolute shit. i'm picturing this video)

• james is an early riser and will get up to go workout before returning home to his sweethearts that are finally stirring, so after showering he'll often fix them breakfast in bed.

• on that note, autistic regulus refuses to eat anywhere but the table. his reasons list as: 1. good posture and digestion from sitting at the table 2. crumbs in bed are BAD 3. bed is for sleep, table is for eating. 4. idk it's just wrong to eat in bed. like, it's against the rules

• so reg has a little nightstand/side table in the room with a chair for him to eat at so he can eat at the table and lily can stay in bed (and james can join her)

• they are 100% the couple (throuple??) to have matching pajamas. by matching, i mean all the same fabric and pattern, not cut

• they send out obnoxious christmas cards together. james always sets the camera to take the perfect photos and chooses the poses. lily always chooses their outfits, the setting, and designs the cards. regulus is in charge of making sure it's sent out to every last person that they love (and hate)

• lily's parents were confused about her relationship and don't really understand it, but they hesitantly accept it and love her anyways even though they don't get it. and they absolutely adore james and regulus, happy to have some boys in the house

• james' parents took a minute to be cool with the relationship because they were worried that regulus and lily weren't quite happy with the polyamory before realizing that reg and lily were equally in love with each other and james

• both james and regulus gave sirius a key to the house, not realizing the other did that. lily, thinking that james and regulus wouldn't have thought to give sirius a key for emergencies gives him one as well. sirius now has three keys and doesn't tell this to jegulily

[flowery-laser-blasts]

My fiancé only loves Shego.

Here I am loving both Drakken and Shego equally and loving both of them loving each other. 😌💖

[starrylothcat]

Hello!!! It's eternal-transcience again! I am constantly thinking of smooching Rex's scars, so I was wandering if it was possible to have yet another Rex x Short!FemReader where there's some scar smooching (especially the one on his chest from Season 2)? I get so weak thinking about it!

No obligation and take all the time you need! I love your writing so much <333333

Worship You

Pairing: Rex x Fem!Reader

Summary: You smooch Rex’s scars and smooch other parts of him as well. 😘

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Smut. No plot. Male receiving oral. Mentions of scars. Rex is mentioned as your husband. Fluffy.

WC: ~1200.

A/N: Kim, you wonderful person, you! Thanks for this ask. I was going to keep it fluffy but…I decided to make it spicy as a lil’ treat. I had this take place after the war…everyone lives AU etc. etc…Rex deserves a quiet life filled with BJs. 😌

Your front door whooshed open and you stepped through the entry, balancing groceries in your arms from the local market.

You strolled to the kitchen, setting down the ingredients for dinner on the counter.

The sound of the shower running signaled that your husband was home.

You quickly put the perishables away, padding into your bedroom. Steam escaped from the refresher, and the familiar scent of Rex’s soap wafted in the air.

“I’m home!” You called, not wanting to startle him, peeking into the refresher.

“I know, mesh’la.” He called back, the frosted glass of the shower blocking him from view. He may not be a soldier anymore, but he was still acutely aware of his surroundings at all times. “Be out in just a minute.” He said, the shower turning off.

“No rush.” You were about to leave to let him get dressed, but you decided to stay. Something about his broad silhouette opposite of the frosted glass enticed you, your mind wandering to dirtier and dirtier thoughts as you waited.

You sat on the bed, which gave you a partial view of the shower. “Just enjoying the view.”

A few seconds later Rex emerged from the steamy room. He had a towel wrapped low around his waist, water droplets glistening as they slid down his tanned skin, catching on his many scars. You met him halfway as he walked toward the bed, capturing him in a kiss. You stood on your tip-toes, wrapping your arms around his neck. You always loved your size difference, feeling so safe against his strong form.

His body radiated heat from the shower, his lips warm as they slid along yours, kissing you back with immediate desire.

Your body ignited, lightly tracing your fingertips down his buzzed head. Rex still kept it short, even after all these years.

You didn’t mind.

Your hands slid down, feeling the raised tissue from his many scars. Scars that told his story, that led him to you. Scars that proved he was a survivor.

Some mornings you’d wake up, sleep hazing your mind and tricking you into thinking you were still in the war. You’d fling your arm over, feeling Rex’s warm and alive body next to yours. Relief would flood your system in realizing that he was there with you not on a mission on some far-flung planet for Maker knows how long.

You were both grateful that now you could wake up in one another’s arms every morning, the war long past.

“Lay down.” You managed to gasp, as the kiss was now fervent, Rex tugging at your clothes as his tongue danced with yours.

“Yes, ma’am.” He smirked, breaking the kiss as he dropped his towel, showing off just how much he appreciated your advances.

You quickly stripped your clothes, climbing on top of him on the bed, his length pressing deliciously against your pussy, sending sparks up your spine. You leaned down, kissing him again, Rex’s hands reverently wandering over your skin, bucking up into you, sliding his cock through your wet folds.

You pulled away from his lips, kissing down his stubbled jaw, giving extra attention to the small scar on his chin. You kissed his neck, intending to find every scar, every mark, every freckle, and give them equal attention.

Rex groaned at the loss of your warm pussy against his cock as you moved down his body.

“Patience.” You murmured, tracing your hand over the large scar in the middle of his chest, kissing around it.

You knew every scar already, knew every story. Some were faded to the point of disappearing, others ragged and deep, part of him always. It still didn’t stop you from worshiping him.

“I love you.” You murmured, meeting his gaze momentarily, which held nothing but pure love in return. “I love every part of you, always.”

Rex opened his mouth to answer, but all that came out was a deep groan, your hand lightly gripping his cock as you made your journey down his body. He didn’t need to say anything.

You knew his answer.

You slowly pumped him, relishing the way his body reacted, and how hot his skin was under your hand, using his excitement leaking from the tip to glide your hand up and down more easily.

His abdominal muscles twitched under your lips, now hungry for something more. You still had more scars to kiss, to love, to worship, before you got to where you both wanted most.

You finally made it to the junction of his hip, nipping at the sensitive flesh, causing him to jolt slightly and sigh your name in a short pant.

You took a moment to admire his cock, flush with color and standing proud with desire.

You lightly licked the side of his hard shaft, a soft moan escaping his lips above you.

“Maker…” Rex groaned, gripping the bedsheets around him.

You slowly kissed up to the tip, wrapping your lips around and sucking gently. Rex’s hand released the sheets to hold your head, his fingers finding purchase in your hair. His legs trembled as you went to work, teasing and swirling your tongue around his thick cock, ever so slowly taking him more and more into your mouth.

You loved how heavy he felt in your mouth, how full you were with him, knowing only you could make him feel this way.

Rex was writhing beneath you, his breath ragged. You knew he was holding back, wanting to buck his hips. You took him as far as you could go, slowly gliding your lips to his tip and back down again.

“K-Kriff…mesh’la…I…” Rex’s utterances were cut with moans as you continued faster, pumping him with your mouth, giving special attention to his head. You could taste his arousal, his cock twitching in your mouth as his body convulsed and his breath hitched.

You hummed, pleased with his reactions. You glanced up at him when you could, the look on his face increasing the ache between your legs. Rex was completely wrecked, brows furrowed, eyes locked onto you, mouth agape as he couldn’t hold back his deep, heavenly sounds.

Fuck, you could almost cum seeing him like this.

You grasped the base of his cock, using your hand to bring him more pleasure, knowing he was getting close.

“Close…kriff, I’m so close, mesh’la…” Rex was lost in his bliss now, you could tell he was going to explode any second. His body was twitching and his control was mostly gone, carefully bucking his hips up into your mouth, still careful to not hurt you.

You squeezed his thigh with your free hand, signaling that it was okay for him to let go.

Rex came hard, letting loose a string of praises and moans that turned into your name. Your mouth filled with his warm seed, and you greedily took it all, swallowing what he offered.

You continued to pump him delicately, careful to not overstimulate him. He panted as he came down from his high, his hands carding through your hair in thanks. You sat up, wiping your mouth, gazing down at him and how lovely he looked. Sweat replaced the dampness from the shower, his chest heaving and eyes ignited with lust and thanks.

You nestled yourself against him, tracing your finger again on his large chest scar.

Rex let out a long, satisfied breath, kissing the top of your head.

“Thank you.” He murmured. “Let me return the favor.”

“I will…can we just lay here a moment, though?” You nuzzled closer into him, breathing in his scent, hearing his breath, feeling his scar under your fingertips.

He was here, he was yours, and always would be.

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[evendimmer]

Hey babe 😌 here to save you from your bored: What are your top 5 favourite Agatha fanfics?

Thank you love, for your ask and so kindly saving me from boredom.

When you say Agatha fanfics, I’m going to assume it’s any fanfic involving Agatha? Not just exclusively Agatha I hope because the list would be entirely different….

A few things you should know about me: I am a big sucker for Character x reader fics. There. I’ve said it. Call it self insert, self indulgence whatever you like but it is my guilty pleasure, and that’s the point of fanfics right? To enjoy and feel good?

Another thing is that I’m a huge consumer of smut. Pure shameless smut. Give it to me hot and filthy.

The last thing: I love Agatha and Rio equally. And you’ll see what I mean I in just a moment.

So if any of these things above aren’t for you, you can pretty much skip my whole list :’)

Anyway without further ado, here's my top 5 Agatha fanfics:

(Note: Click the titles below to start reading each fic)

5. Learning to Focus (w/ Part 2) by @covenofagatha

Pairing: GP!Professor!Agatha x Reader

"When you run into Professor Harkness at the local library while you're supposed to be working on a project for her history class, you find yourself distracted by her (again)"

I feel like I'm exposing myself with this one. There's something about cockwarming and being in control/losing control that makes this fic sooooooooooo fucking hot. The build-up and anticipation before getting absolutely destroy by none other than Professor Daddy Agatha? One of my go-to fics when I need to get uh sorted out.

3. Two Professors and a Student by @covenofagatha

Pairing: Professors!AgathaRio x Reader

"You run into your old professors Agatha and Rio at a bar, and will it lead to the start of something new?"

Yes I skipped a number. No it’s intentional, because the next two fics are TIED in third place.

Let’s be honest. Who hasn’t had a crush on their teacher or professor at least once in their school life? I did. More than once. This fic has it all - both Agatha and Rio as your ex-Professors (cuz school policies wink wink), getting down and dirty with you separately and together at the same time. Live out that college fantasy with this fic in the smuttiest way possible.

3. Neighbourly Care by @d-z20

Pairing: Milfs!AgathaRio x Reader

"You think the neighbours are MILFs and the evening is filled with flirting and then you get to be fucked by each of them and then by both of them."

What's better than a hot mommy? TWO married hot mommies that are both into you. Agatha and Rio taking care of you, with a little bit of friendly competition between them. As the author has stated, this fic is just "pure unadulterated smut" and nothing less. Best part? You're not the only brat or the only one getting punished ;)

2. Something Wicked by @motherconfessors

Pairing: Pre-Salem!Agatha x Rio

"While an apprentice witch, Agatha grows frustrated when she's not permitted to learn magic.

Until someone makes her an offer that she can't refuse."

This is the AgathaRio fic that I swear by, canon in my mind until we get actual explanation from season 2 if its happening. It explores the backstory of Agatha leading up to her Salem trials, and her meeting with a certain Green Witch™️. A fine balance between plot and smut. Great character depictions, superb lore building and filthy hot smut that hits just right.

1. Lights, Camera, Magic by @lunargrrrl

Pairing: Director!Agatha x Reader

"Agatha Harkness sits in the director's chair of some of your favourite movies. Your world suddenly turns upside down when you're invited to audition for her latest screenplay, 'Witching Hour'."

This one is a no brainer. My newest obsession. Ongoing smutty fic with 41 chapters now. Author is so good at building tension like it's not even funny anymore at this point it HURTS (just right though). Yes there is angst but there's also fluff and A LOT OF HOT FILTHY PURE SMUT. Tens of thousands words worth of smut. Like I've mentioned before, every chapter has a song to go with it and author has ✨excellent✨ taste in music.

oops looks like I went off again. But there you go, if you haven't read them already please give these fics a try. I promise you they are sooooo worth it.

I feel so exposed now I need a new account and a new life

[envythesnow]

waiittt i love the idea of them going on another trip after Thailand where they reconnect and try to work things out without each other. if you have anymore headcanons about their post-canon trip id love to hear. 🥺🫶🏻

ahh i'm so glad you asked! i love thinking about this stuff😁 full answer under the cut bc i rambled on way too long and i don't want to clog the tag<3

assuming that saxloch don't work things out in the finale (i really hope they do), i imagine that they would probably go back to their respective lives for a bit (lbr piper is not letting lochy join her meditation program LMAO). but i think the shift in their relationship would gnaw at them, especially saxon. i feel like he will leave thailand with a different look at life and what he wants from it, and lochlan is a big part of that. i think he will realize that he'll never achieve true happiness (or even contentment) if he doesn't explore this 'thing' between him and lochlan. so eventually i think he will be the one to reach out first, also since lochlan will most likely keep his distance because he thinks that's what saxon wants :'(

anyways, the trip! in my mind it's saxon who proposes it, he might frame it as one final boys' trip before lochlan leaves for college but he really just wants to bridge the gap between them and get closer to lochlan<3 and lochlan will be ecstatic no matter what saxon's reasoning is of course. some snippets from the trip i've been thinking about:

lochlan's nerves throughout the flight to their destination; he feels like he's to blame for the distance between them and wants desperately to make things right on this trip. saxon is acting strange around him - a timid, gentle version of himself - almost like he's the one who's nervous, and it confuses lochlan even more.

at their arrival, the hotel staff emphasize the romantic setting and activities and saxon and lochlan realize the staff assumed they're dating. lochlan is already cringing internally and expecting saxon to shut them down, but surprisingly (to lochlan🤭) he lets it go.

from the get go there's a tension in the air between them; unspoken truths and long kept secrets waiting to be spilled. they both feel it, from the way their eyes linger (this is nothing new for lochlan, he's been looking for years. but feeling saxon's eyes on him is new - as nerve-wracking as it is thrilling) to the way they orbit each other, never making room for anyone else.

saxon is more possessive than usual; he only has eyes for lochlan and rebuffs every guest trying to get to know them - even the beautiful women. #whipped

spurred on by all this, one night during dinner lochlan finally broaches the unmentionable: thailand. layer by layer, saxon opens up, and it hurts and heals them in equal measure 🤧💗

then, drunk on wine and relief, they have their first real kiss (aka without outside pressure) in their hotel room, probably in a disgustingly romantic way where they "jokingly" ballroom-dance and they spin each other around and end up face to face or something. sigh.

their pillow talk would be insane to witness like i need to be a fly on the wall for their deep cosmic soul connection ass conversations...

they wouldn't be able to keep their hands off each other for the rest of the trip 😌 i don't think they'd be comfortable with PDA bc of obvious reasons but in their hotel room they get downnnn 😋

anywho! that's just a few of my brain worms. lmk what you think! i'd love to know your thoughts about them post-canon :D

[sinful-lanterns]

I don't know what is happening but a lot of people are getting early sinners (got double Vautour at less than 20 pity) and losing 50/50 at the same time- I got spooked by Coco at first tho. I have a good of cubes, so I felt silly and went all in for mommy to S3 her and it was crazy lol never saw so many early lucky pulls, drained my luck for the whole year (worth.) 😌 still got lots to pull for Jelena next💕

No spoilers but Angey...this woman is killing me/pos, you know how much I love Garofano but I fear Vautour is fighting for the first place at the mommy competition (I love both equally) they just don't know yet

now I feel the urge to have Vautour and Adela destroy me at the same time while Garo is watching because french mommy with british lady? please do whatever you want to me while a pretty italian lady is staring with an amused look

-🧶

I think for the most part, Vautour has been very generous and has been coming home at early pity for a lot of players. I guess she really does love us and wants to spoil us like she does with Chief 🥺

Also I GET IT WITH HER RIVALING FIRST PLACE FOR OUR LOVE. I have yet to play her event (sorry, been sick and busy with work) but MMMPGHHH if I love her she may end up rivaling my love for Cabernet and Korryn. Oh what French women do to me. If my ancestors could see me now they would be disappointed in seeing me fall head over heels for yet another French considering they colonized my country 😭😭

But alas…European women are too pretty not to fawn over. You’re so real with wanting to be sandwiched between Adela, Vautour and Garofano at the same time. Covering multiple corners of the European diversity chart by being fucked by a Brit, a French, and an Italian….

Forgive me ancestors, but I would let them colonize my pussy—

[foibles-fables]

Foibs, I am placing the blame entirely on you for how unhinged eternal strands has made me. For a game that gives you so much amazing lore, I still have so many questions! I need the DLC. I need a sequel. I need a series of origin comics. I need a week long seminar on cultural practices within the Mayda😤Anyways, long way of asking a littlest big guy question. How does the rest of the band interact with Emryn? Also, very important: does he get to take naps curled up with Arva?

if you're looking for an apology, you won't find one here 😌😌😌ougghHHh we need so much more. a trilogy. companion novels. an art book. a lore podcast. merch. this gorgeous world YBG has put so much love into creating deserves to be fleshed out. i won't rest until i've yapped about it enough to help make that a possibility. THANK YOU for giving it a chance and for adoring it! so so so glad you've loved it.

and thank you AGAIN for your questions about Emryn--my heart is so happy!!!!

I do think Brynn and Cas keep their family plans pretty private until they're really ready to go for it--maybe Brynn confides in Oria, seeking advice and guidance given the way having a child would affect both her duties as point and the band as a whole, but that's probably the extent of it. The others are probably a bit surprised when the two of them announce their intentions, but they're thoroughly supportive from the start--then by the time Em is born, and they see how much Cas and Brynn adore him, any lingering surprise or doubt is long gone.

Despite the very frank advice Oria gives to Brynn about being a point and a parent--that it's not impossible, but not easy, and also not for everyone, herself included in that count--she is taken with him, and always speaks to him quite seriously as a full and equal member of the band from his infancy. It's not uncommon to see her standing at the scry while Brynn is out, wearing him in a sling (or, when he's older, letting him sit on her shoulders), giving Cas a well-deserved break. Most of all, she's proud of his mothers, having watched them grow so much both individually and together in the years since she first met them.

Sola and Dahm are the equivalent of the double income, no kids aunt and uncle who spoil the absolute hell out of him. A typical moment of overexaggerated exuberance from Dahm is what earns Em's first real laugh, and Dahm doesn't stop talking about it for weeks. (finally, some overt appreciation!)

As the band's alchemist, Laen has plenty to do with Emryn's conception and Casmyn's pregnancy--though they respectfully ask to be spared of any granular details regarding the former. (even as a dedicated lorekeeper, there are certain things you don't have to or want to know about your good friends.) When possible, they choose to love Em from a few feet away until he's old enough to hold a semblance of conversation--infants aren't their strong suit--but after that, they quickly become his favorite minder, with stories and panjal lessons galore.

One night, when Em is a newborn, Sev shocks the band by effortlessly soothing him from screaming to sleeping when even his mothers couldn't calm him. When asked, he mutters something about younger siblings before he left home to join his found.

As for the hearthsiders--Hirun, while typically stoic around children, often comments on his striking resemblance to Brynn, saying that if he acts like her, too, then they're truly in for it. (he does, and they are.) Arek is the epitome of Jock Uncle who gets him all riled up with playtime and then hands him back to his mothers when he needs to wind back down. (let's be honest, though—nine times out of ten, Brynn is also complicit in the winding-up.)

and ARVA. Oh, Arva. She's like a sweet and gentle golden retriever meeting her owners' newborn for the first time--Emryn is her baby, too. Even if, at first, there are times when she gets a little jealous of the attention he receives, she makes it known with nothing more than an indignant little huff or moo. She accepts all nap cuddles and is gracious about accidental fur-pullings.

[hoshigaki]

headcannons for itakisa 😌 continued from here

kisame and itachi are so. like itachi is a weirdo with no friends and kisame is a lonely dude who doesnt believe in friendship and yet they dont talk to each other as coworkers like they do with other akatsuki members, theyre so normal?? with each other i think they see each other as equals in the way only they could

so what happens when you put two bootlicking rule following brainwashed top of the class super soldiers who recently had a nervous breakdown about their role in society together on a team for terrorists? the most tender hand holding of all time. the most tragic vulnerability. the most timid notion of love while they know the other will die before they ever can enjoy it.

and maybe sexual intimacy as a form of self harm because one of them is used to using his strength as a punishing tool and one of them thinks he deserve to be punished while he waits until he dies.

i think at 17 after Itachi learns what romance and sex is he starts analyzing his physical and emotional reaction towards other people. after the confrontation in konoha in the failed kidnap mission kisame wouldve made some joke about running into itachis exes and then itachi says super deadpanned "i used to have a crush on kakashi" and kisame goes well that makes sense youre the two prettiest people in the village and then itachi like every teenage girl thinks too hard about that compliment and devises a strategic plan of action to receive more compliments for no particular reason.

kisame and itachi are truly quality time and acts of service lovers, and their affection for each other grows from them naturally doing things. moments of silence arent weird, itachi will always look out to whatever kisame has pointed out in the horizon, kisame will eat anything itachi cooks even if its burnt since the taste doesnt matter the act does, they both get annoyed at the same things and find the same people stupid which amplifies their "youre the only person i want to be around" feelings

because itachi is a sickly waif hes always cold and kisame doesn't generate as much heat as one would think which means they both like being in warm places and they will spend more time than necessary in hot springs or in the valley during summertime so they can bask in the sun

kisame doesn't like soft things like i said in my other post, but he does like silk and itachi's hair is perfectly silky to run fingers through

[missingtophatfeather]

*Rustles in my comically deep pocket*

Here is a random mix of screenshots and doodles featuring our favourite magic man: Mr Compress 😌✨ (There's a lot... Feel free to run off with anything from here, if you want, I'm no police officer.)

Doodles of varying quality:

All from memory, might I add. This smug guy is engraved in my brain

This has more than two seconds of thought put into it... Maybe five seconds? Jk It was an idea I had; Making a drawing that looks like one of my oc's drew it. In this case, this was my MHA oc drawing their found family. (P.S Those are all nicknames given by my oc)

uhhhh, miscellaneous? It's still him, at the least?

This might go into territory not everyone likes, maybe? Idk- I Spent too much time on Tiktok and now it feels like everyone has a problem with everything 😭

Little bit of me taking the piss out of Gacha "variants"... Youtube is filled with them. If you know, you know. Finding canon designs is a blessing in Gacha, I swear, people will be making the characters so far from canon that it's mad. I used Gacha... club? The one people tend to use for Gacha reaction vids (as an example). Specifically to prove my point that it is possible to make the characters relatively close to their canon appearance without the use of Gacha life 2. Admittedly, I did have a little bit of fun making the "Gacha fan" variant, but I see it as a character making a highly accessorised cosplay of Mr Compress. I am not against headcanons, not at all! Each to their own, I suppose.

(For context; The girl there is an oc I have- She is a huge fangirl, but she's from a whole different story, literally. Compress is just confused as to who this random girl is)

Headcanon younger Mr Compress & Canon current Mr Compress. His younger self is telling him, politely, to stfu... I don't remember the context behind this. I just love seeing this funny fella in casual Yukata's and kimonos.

One of my Ocs, Hejina Abako, about to whoop a certain magicians fancy butt. Dabi is just there, unphased. (Abako is a pro hero... And maybe an ex-partner of Atsuhiro 👀) Side note: Hejina Abako's quirk is "Morphia" = Shapeshifter. Hence the various animalistic features.

MagicShow (Mr Compress x Gentle Criminal), anyone? 😞 Don't know how or when I started shipping this, but they're just funny guys, ok? They're the same age too, just an FYI. That just fuels my idea of them being in the same school growing up. They'd break up somewhere down the line, mainly bc I love La Brava x Gentle Criminal, low-key happy they got married in the end.

Abako x Compress is a wavering relationship I have on the side. Abako is pissed off with Compress, to grossly water it down. After all, Abako is a hero and Compress had kept his Villain persona hidden from him for so long. (8 years, give or take.)

Oc x Canon and Canon x Canon? Scandalous-

Shoutout to my Roblox avatars. Both are Mr. Compres in one way or another

The one on the right is... Well, I never really landed on an exact AU variant, but he's just more ✨ and mysterious. Maybe watched a lot of mafia/gangster films instead of theatre growing up. They're both equally dramatic though, I'll be real w you.

It's an AU variant I use with my friend, he's literally just a glorified babysitter for her oc 😭

P.s I gave him a bad knee, instead of a prosthetic, hence the cane. It's (Rheumatoid) arthritis, sorry G... At least he's still got two hands for magic, eh? Win-win... no? (This came from a headcanon someone posted where Mr. Compress uses his cane as a mobility aid + Me throwing my own problems onto him; dysfunctional knees... They are cracking like glowsticks every time I crouch or bend my knees.)

This post really just turned into me info-dumping at the most random things, all which involve Mr. Compress in various ways. Special interests, amiright? They get everywhere...

[pursued-by-the-squid]

a chapter two days in a row WE’RE BEING FED SO WELL

we interacted with hyunju for like 30 seconds and i’m ready to ditch the boys and elope with herrrrrr

inho you evil little ratman i thought we were all about equality!!! choice!!! opportunity!!! it’s so fun to see him abandon his philosophy in 5 seconds flat when he sees his crush kiss someone else (🤝)

i have to be honest i was not expecting the 457 reveal and it just reinforces that inho is a little liar and is willing to change the rules to get back at gihun + prove he’s in control

I’M SO MAD AT THE CONSENT FORM THING HGRJSHSJ !!! i mean inho has done some awful things but this???? i need to see him lose.

picking gihun’s voice out of a crowd of 450 people we’re currently witnessing unprecedented levels of simping back with more at 7 as the situation progresses

✋ gihun let us speak ‼️ i promise manhandling and shouting at us will not change the situation we are in

the juxtaposition between reader and jungbae got me a lil bit like jungbae knows gihun but he doesn’t know him while reader knows gihun but doesn’t really know him (let’s all pretend this makes as much sense written down as it does in my head 😌)

that bit about “he’ll do anything he can to keep you safe. you just hope that fate agrees with him.” fate sitting in his fancy leather chair sipping whiskey and giggling to himself while people are massacred on a tv screen in front of him LMAO

need to reiterate i HATE inho for the consent form thing mf i will find u faster than junho did in season 1

on the one hand inho saving reader by not having them shot for moving during RLGL (i’m assuming this is what he meant?) is him breaking the rules again but i can’t help thinking it’s almost like reader isn’t even a real player to him because they didn’t go through the same process to get there as everyone else + didn’t sign the form so the rules don’t apply to them?? and therefore him “saving” them is just keeping it fair (as in reader shouldn’t be killed for violating the rules bc they didn’t agree to them??) idk just a little thought i had but literally who knows what goes on inside that man’s head

he’s so jealouuuuussssss he wants to be gihun so bad and he hates him and what he represents at the same time i’m eating it up. ‘oh this man has a living (ex-)wife and a child and he had a mother who took care of him and now he has the person i like and he doesn’t appreciate any of it the way i would? if i were in his shoes i could do his life so much better than he did it. 🚨that’s why he deserves to suffer🚨’

gihun and inho are so alike why are they both watching reader sleep (they should just get over their differences and team up it’s embarrassing at this point)

inho before he realised he was definitely freaky like that:

need reader to meet frontman and for him to be like ‘this is the skin (mask) of a killer bella’

ITS GONNA HIT SO HARD WHEN WE FIND OUT WHO PLAYER 001 ACTUALLY IS GANSBDJABAJSB I’M BUZZING THINKING ABOUT IT

THANK YOU THANK TOU THANK YOU FOR ACTUALLY SACRIFICING SLEEP TO WRITE THIS FOR US I HOPE U KNOW HOW TALENTED YOU ARE !!!!!😩💖🩷💞🎀💥💖💕💖

AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OURBONESMCCOY MY BELOVED YOU HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD EVERY TIME

⬆️ this is literally you, me, and a.a passing around our thoughts about in-ho/reader/gi-hun & i love it

anywhomst, your messages are always a delight and so exciting to read thru bc you always pick up on the little details i throw in!! possibly my FAVORITE part of this chapter was exploring in-ho's choices. like, he literally haunts the narrative. even when he's not around, he's there watching or his actions have shaped what's currently going on, and i just 😫 i LOVE exploring that!!

and what makes that even more fun is the fact that he doesn't even realize he's got a crush. he may know that you are a weakness for him, but he's determined to put up emotional distance between you and claim that this is all professional interest & a way of self-protection even tho seeing you kiss gi-hun made him SO CRAZY JEALOUS 📢📢📢 he's an idiot, your honor, and i adore him

also yeah, he made some uh questionable choices here (the consent form was fucking dirty and i acknowledge that, but it was a fun little twist right??). ALSO YEAH YOUR MEME 🤣🤣🤣 I'M FUCKING DYING DUDE, THAT'S EXACTLY IT. WHAT DO U MEAN YOU'RE WILLING TO SHOOT SOMEONE POINT BLANK IN THE HEAD BUT WATCHING A YOUNG COLLEGE STUDENT UNDRESS IN THEIR ROOM IS WHERE YOU DRAW THE LINE (he still has his morals okay)

btw i loveeeeeeeeeeee your thoughts on how he's excusing all this, i honestly hadn't even thought of it that way!! but i like that take on his justification, it's so very yummy 🦗🦗 i was thinking he's gotten to the point where he's so sick of gi-hun & so desperate for control now that his affections for you have unmoored him, that he's like "no fuck this guy i'm breaking my own rules bc who's gonna stop me, at least i can finally end this once and for all"

OH ALSO ALSO YOUR LITTLE BIT ABOUT READER AND JUNG-BAE, RAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAHYEAHYEAH THAT'S SO EXACTLY IT, YOU EXPLAIN IT SO SUCCINCTLY !!!!!! READER KNOWS THE MAN GI-HUN HAS BECOME TO THE POINT OF ALMOST INSTANT UNDERSTANDING AND RECOGNITION, BUT HAS NO IDEA THE SWEETPEA HE USED TO BE. WHILE JUNG-BAE KNOWS THE GOOFY GAMBLER OF SSANMUN-DONG AND HAS NO CLUE WHAT IT IS THAT GI-HUN HAS BECOME 😭😭😭😭😭 AGONY (also being able to recognize his voice in a crowd, tell me ur obsessed without telling me)

aahhhhhhh bestie thank you so much for the lovely message, it always brightens my day and i love getting to essentially talk shop about my thoughts and scream along with you !!!! ❣️💌❣️