#author needs a damn nap gn

[hannahhbic]

Wolfwood’s painsomnia is pissing him the hell off. Vash takes it upon himself to soothe his boyfriend.

[scruus]

★ [𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲'𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲]

✎ : power bottom afab Al-Haitham x dom gn amab reader notes: aphrodisiac (in chocolates), dirty talk (very), reader is called daddy, haitham calls himself mommy, overstimulation, mentions of pregnancy(?), creampie, slight degradation, al-haitham being very very slutty

author talks: yea….this happened. Sorry.

lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ you right - doja cat

“Okay then, you two lovebirds now have fun~”, Childe’s sheepish grin was the exact reason you adopted the habit of meditation and the path of ‘patience’. Which, by the way, was running at its limit. Not a single giggle or smile was cracked as he continued to humor his own joke and so to save face from further embarrassment, Zhongli dragged him back to their room.

Yanfei picked up her trolley bags, quite easily you noticed, and unlocked the room just opposite yours and Al-Haitham’s. Hu-Tao mumbled something to your boyfriend and his reaction remained the same whatsoever while she was giggling. You two bid goodbyes to the girls as they entered the room whereas you stepped inside your own, setting the bags down on the floor and taking in the room’s wide layout.

The group (mainly Childe) had hastily decided on a quick getaway before university would start and the routine of crying, screaming and chugging down caffeinated drinks till everyone’s body water content changed to dark espresso was to be set in motion. You and al-haitham being the only couple was the target of Childe’s teasing. And it was pure horror when he took the role of booking the hotel rooms without informing anyone. You were sure it would be some love hotel or a shady inn he would put everyone into but what a great surprise it was upon arriving at the place. Cozy, classic and modest.

You stretched your arms and cracked your back, “oof….am like an old granny now”. Haitham plugged both of you guys’ phones to the charger and then skipped to unpacking clothes from the bag like the responsible one in the relationship. “If you just joined me on my early morning walks everyday, you wouldn’t be an old raisin”, you gasped at his response, the cockiness just smoothly rolling from his lips and that gorgeous face of his is so damning you can’t even argue back.

“I am gonna go wash up”, grabbing your clothes from the bag, you threw one last glance at his figure which was hovering over the complimentary snacks counter, before entering the bathroom. They looked a bit different than the usual tea sachets, and chocolates, with the red heart drawn on but you didn’t give them much thought.

That was your biggest mistake.

After getting all clean and smelling like fresh lavender, you decided to take a nap in your bathrobe while Haitham decided to follow after into the washroom. “Honey! Wake me up if we need to go out!”, you shouted from the bed before cozying up inside the warm duvet.

Ah, peace.

With a weird feeling of hotness around your groin and the teasing licks of something wet, you woke up half-asleep from your snooze. Turning your gaze down, you saw Al-Haitham’s lips on your cock. His face looked flushed and the water was still dropping from his wet hair, strands sticking to his forehead.

“H-Haitham?”, you questioned, your voice all groggy yet having the element of surprise. He looked up at you and you felt your breath hitch. His eyes looked different. The composed and intelligent look was now exchanged with that of a hungry desperation. He never once stopped licking your shaft, gliding his tongue up and down while the eye contact was never broken. Plump lips sucking the tip of your thick cock as your nervousness soon drifted to lust.

He took his lips off with a pop yet his hand remained at its place, slowly massaging it up and down while he stared at it breathless. As if he had never seen it before. “W-what are you doing?”, you asked again, slowly. Your hands began to itch. It's like they wanted to force his mouth back on your dick. Make him take it all until his throat bulges. But you wouldn’t do that. You were too nice.

“mmm…I was hungry”, he licked like a kitten at the head, lapping up the pre-cum that was leaking, and it made you clench your jaw. “What?”, you bit your bottom lip trying to stifle a moan. “....was so hungry for daddy’s cock”, he groaned before putting your dick back in his mouth and slurping it up. A choked moan came from you when you heard his words. Daddy?.....DADDY???

Were you dreaming? Was it the end of the world? No, maybe you are still asleep and t-

“Ahmm~’, you whimpered as Haitham suddenly forced your cock inside his throat. You knew it was too big for him that's why you never coerced him to deepthroat you nor did he ever take the initiative, but now? He was whining with your cock stuffed inside him, throat clenching around it as spit dribbled down his chin. Gagging around it like some cockslut with tears welling up in his eyes. “Oh please…I wanted this so bad”, liquid trickled down his chin as he took our cock out all the while moaning in a low whine.

“Honey…wh-whats going on?”, you stretched out your hand and cupped his cheeks, worried that maybe he wasn’t feeling well. He stared at you before nuzzling in your palm, taking a deep whiff of your scent with his eyes closed. Trying to make his body realize your smell and let it wire inside his head. “Fuck….this won’t do”, he stood up on his knees, grumbling. The white bathrobe which was hiding his tanned porcelain body was beginning to shed, a working by his own hands.

“Can you tell me what’s goi-”, your eyes widened in surprise as they trailed down from his face to his cunt the moment the robe dropped down. It was dripping. A swollen clit showing itself off while his inner thighs were coated with slick.

….did he get this wet just by sucking me off?, your face contorted in confusion. Nothing was registering inside your mind.

“hmm…I don’t know”, his voice was soft and low. “I wanted to kiss you all day long”, he looked at you with doe eyes, “but didn’t know how to with everyone present”. His lips slowly formed into a pout, “and…and then I ate that chocolate and…..I felt so hot”, his hands started running down his body as if trying to tell you where it was burning. Chocolates?, you thought. But ho-

You remembered Childe’s winking face and it finally struck you.

Aphrodisiacs. That son of a bitch.

“Ngh~you’re not focusing on me”, he whined like an irate kid, his deep voice suddenly sounding a different pitch. His flushing cheeks now had tears trickling down them just because your eyes had dared to wander away from him. “Nonono Honey!”, you took his hands in yours, oddly happy seeing him like this, “I always focus on you….you’re the only thing I ever see!”. A shy smile popped up on his face and his turquoise eyes sparkled. “Really?”, he asked and you had never nodded so fast in your life. “So then…..do you see how wet this is?”, he pulled his hands back and reached down to his lower part, “do you see that it's so empty and aching so much?”. You gulped, trying to satisfy your parched throat but every inch of your body was hot right now. “I-It really needs your cock inside it”, he mumbled mindlessly, not having any idea about its effect on you.

“Mommy wanted Daddy’s cock all day”, he moaned as he slipped a finger inside his hole, “wanted daddy’s thick cock to stretch this starving cunt out”, his gaze burning a hole into your own as his lips parted open in a soft gasp. Mommy??????

Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.

Stars. You were seeing literal stars around your room because this was unreal. Your lover, the great al-haitham, who would never beg you for a kiss let alone your cock, who would always judge when you would call him corny nicknames in public is now being filthy?? Is this what aphrodisiacs do? Turn normal people into mindless sluts?

“And now…Mommy has caught daddy”, he suddenly bent down, crawling towards you as his pecs flexed like a pair of tits and you had half a mind to just reach out and grope them. “So daddy will breed mommy like a good cumslut, right?”, his voice was sultry with a hint of patheticness as he positioned himself up.

Your cock was so painfully hard, it was embarrassing. The veins looked like they were about to burst and you were really concerned that it would take you just a second to ejaculate if your lover came anywhere close to your dick. For your boyfriend, it was a different case.

He was looking down at your shaft with hearts in his eyes. Ragged breaths leaving his mouth while a blush crawled up his body. He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, in an act of devouring you and your member. Your dick was standing erect and if he lowered himself a bit, the tip would be easily rubbing his pussy folds.

And that’s exactly what he did.

He slowly lowered himself, and the moment your dick touched his wet muscles, he hissed, eyelashes fluttering while his body relished the sensation. Trying to push himself down as your crown forced itself inside his hole, it was clearly too big but the burn felt so good. “F-fuck…..you’re so big”, he cried out once your tip finally settled inside his hole but the entirety was still remaining. Your eye looked at his nipples, all perked and red, and you really wished you could suck on them but you had to be the rational one right now.

His whimpers gained decibels as he worked himself open on your cock, trying to take it all. “Ngh~ my tight pussy just can't take you…hah”, his voice, his face, his pussy, everything was driving you insane. “Fuck it”, you growled as the last thread of reason snapped.

Pulling him down on your cock in an instant, Al-haitham screamed your name. His walls clenching around your throbbing dick as sticky fluids dripped out of him. The poor boy had jolts of shock coursing through his body as the orgasm fired up his nerves. He had already come.

“Look at this whore”, you wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled your trembling boyfriend closer, “I put my dick inside you and you cum immediately?”, the ridges of your dick rubbing along his sensitive insides and out came a meek whimper. The shame felt good to him, like it was something that was so natural. It was the way he was whining, the way his body felt limbless and his cunt so full that made him look all the more perfect for you to ruin. Although he was already mindbroken.

Placing your hands on his butt and groping that tender flesh you growled, “you wanted that cunt of yours to be fucked right?”, your eyes burning with lust, “so get ready”. Grabbing his ass, you made him bounce on your cock while your sobbing lover gasped in surprise. “Oughk- yesyesyes s’big kgghh-”, words slurring and his tongue lolling out. He was completely drunk on your cock and it was fucking wonderful.

“Who’s pretty pussy is this?”, you licked his neck aggressively while he just moaned in response. Angry, your hand left its position at its buttcheek to pinch his clit and Haitham almost felt his soul drive out of his body. “Whose is it!”, your voice sounded a lot more stern and demanding now as Haitham babbled, “yours~ s’yours daddy ugh-”. Truly reduced to a brainless nothing.

Haitham’s walls were contorting to the shape of your pulsing member inside and the pain suited him. All warm, wet and aching, as his gummy walls hugged you in a desperate fervor. He had never felt this good before. Oh, how he wished now to be a free use fleshlight of yours so that you could pick him up anytime and fill his pussy until it's gaping, spilling it all out like a pathetic slut who can’t do a single job. A slut who knows nothing except having his daddy’s cock splitting him open and breeding him.

“S-shit haitham you’re so tight”, you croaked because his gummy walls were clenching down on your shaft all the right ways and it felt heavenly. Fat globs of tears rolled on his cheeks as his guttural pleas of “too much!” and “sho good~” sang in your ears. His hand trailed down to his stomach and he felt your dick bulging through it. Giggling he drooled, “daddy shooo huge”, your eyes scanning his unkempt hair and erotic face while he inched closer to you,”I can feel you all up in my tummy”, he whispered mischeviously. Fuck, this man is gonna be the death of you.

His head jerked back and he howled as you angled your thrust at a spot that made him blank. Hips stuttering and nails digging on your shoulders, you knew he was close. “Bab-oh oh, Im gonna cum”, you moaned before nibbling on his neck then moving to kiss his lips. He moaned into your mouth, chasing after it, the ache between his legs and the tingling sensation on his clit told him he was close too. “Close…m’close ngh”, he keened in a high pitched voice as your rhythm turned erratic, faster and more brutal inside him.

“Insideinsideinsi- cum inside pleashee~”, choked whimpers of relentless begging turned your head dizzy and you complied because there was no way you were missing the chance of filling your boyfriend’s pretty pussy up when he was being so cute. Your palm rubbed against his swollen nub while Al-Haitham felt your tip prodding at the entrance of his cervix, good god you were so deep it was turning his brain into mush. He’d end up getting knocked up by you at this point, an idea Al-Haitham was suddenly getting fond of.

And as you came with a low moan, your hand tightly gripping his waist, your lover felt the burning knot in his abdomen finally fall apart. As the feel of your thick, warm cum rushed inside him, he could feel his eyes roll back and his body convulse in your arms due to the shockwaves. Orgasm so shattering, nothing but croaking gasps left his mouth and he was aware of how his pussy was sucking out every last drop of your seed. A ravenous beast.

Carefully settling his head in the crook of your neck, you looked down below at the white ring around the base of your cock and the few trails of fluid dripping down your cock. Oh god, your eyes widened as the realization hit you, oh god he is gonna kill me. The pleasure felt so good you forgot the consequence of going rough on your lover’s cunt, taking him to poundtown like some madman. But dear lord was it so scandalously good. All the more sinful to commit.

While your brain pondered scenarios as to how you would explain stuff to Haitham or maybe firstly go and kill that ginger in his room, a slight hint of pain erupted in your cock. You thought that maybe it was because Haitham was still wrapped around your length, that it was his hole clenching around you, but you were so wrong. The slow grind of his hips as you felt your soft cock turn hard inside him made you realize your incorrect assumption.

“Wh-what-?”, a finger was pressed on your lips as Haitham looked up to face you. “Mommy is still not done yet”, he whispered as you saw the outline of hearts appearing in his eyes again. “I told you right, you need to turn me into a cumslut”, a sly smirk appeared on his lips, “need to breed me until all I can think of is daddy's fat cock messing up my insides”.

“Get to work”, he instructed.

You silently gulped. Oh this is gonna be a long night.

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“Y’all they are really late, should we go by ourselves?”, Yanfei mumbled angrily. The group was waiting for you two to come out of your room but you both had refused to answer any calls or texts and so the rest were huddled in Childe’s room.

Ding!

“Guys, we won’t be able to go out today, Haitham’s a bit sick”, Zhongli read out your message to the group and they all sighed, maybe with the question that how did he even get sick. All except childe.

“Should we go and check up on h-”,asked Zhongli, “No!”, to which Childe’s abrupt reply silenced all. Everyone looked at him, confused.

“This is a different kind of sickness….you guys won’t get it”, he smiled a knowing smirk, something the others innocent minds had no idea about. He urged everyone to get out of the hotel and enjoy the day along the beach with drinks and food. Just like his two friends who were having the time of their lives, rutting into one another.

[idkfitememate]

FOX!CREATOR NEEDS TO VISIT YAE PUBLISHING HOUSE AND MEET GOROU! MAYBW IN FRONT OF A MISS HINA POSTER WHERE ITTO ALSO HAPPENS TO BE? AHHHHHHH

Miss. Hina?!?

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Fox Reader x Itto, Gorou, and Shinobu

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 518

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff & crack

This wasn’t supposed to happen this wasn’t supposed to happened this wasn’t supposed to happen this wasn’t sup-

You just wanted to nap. And Itto understood that. He wanted to get a book by Miss. Hina, and you decided you wanted to rest around his shoulders.

He promised to not squeal if he saw any Miss. Hina posters.

So everything was fine right?

Wrong.

Because OF COURSE Gorou would be here. OF COURSE he would. WHY WOULDN’T HE??

You barely had your eyes opened and yet you saw the man before Itto had. Quickly and quietly, you shoved your tail in front of his eyes, causing him to chuckle - he assumed you were still asleep.

You looked up at the General who was now facing the large chuckling Oni who was messing with the fox tail in front of your eyes, and a fox who was looking at him with urgency.

You pointed in another direction and tried to make a shooing motion to get him to leave, only for him to tilt his head… it was honestly really cute DAMN IT-

A huff escaped your lips and you continued to shoo him, but then Itto finally managed to move your tail and you curled up again to appear to be sleeping.

He looked around before locking eyes with Gorou.

“OH. MY. ARCHONS!!!! MISS. HINA!!?!?!?!”

Fuck.

You felt him start to run over to the now wide eyed dog boy, so before he could really start running, you nipped his neck. He hissed slightly before looking down at a glaring you.

“Ah… right… sorry マイ・リトル・ナンバー・ドス. HEY MISS. HINA! I’LL HAVE TO TALK TO YOU LATER!! OKAY BYE!!”

You slapped your head before leaping down off the man’s shoulders. You could hear him questioning what you were doing as you walked up to the cardboard cut-out of ‘Miss. Hina’ and began to drag it over to the still noticeable confused Gorou.

You hopped up into his shoulders, then head, which made him yelp, before swatting at ‘Miss. Hina’.

You watched as Itto looked at the cut-out, then Gorou, then the cut-out, then Gorou, then the cut-out, then Gorou. You have never felt more disappointment in your life.

Finally the lights turned on upstairs as Itto looked wide eyed at Gorou, before pointing and in a betrayed voice shouted:

“YOU’RE NOT MISS. HINA!!!!”

… To which the General replied with:

“No???? Who even are you???”

You sighed and hopped down, beginning to walk away from the honestly pathetic sight. Finding Shinobu nearby - watching from the shadows of course - you yippee at her, causing her arm to shoot out to you. You leapt up and curled around her neck to rest as she continued to watch.

“I love the guy, I really do, but really?” She mused. Her hand began to scratch behind your ear.

“At least we have you to help keep him in check right?” You yipped in response, a nod following. “Yeah… but even you have your limits, it seems.” She chuckled.

You huffed and curled closer, finally returning to the wonderful world of sleep.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Fox!Creator didn’t sign up for this shit. The would probably love staying home with Granny Oni. But then… how would we get all these stories??? Hehe poor fox. ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

*My littler numero dos - Itto to you

I’m sorry but this guy is not good a nicknames and I stick by that headcannon-

[floofeh-purpi]

Getting Isekai'd?! (Part 4)

Sagau! Genshin Fatui x Gn! Reader (ft. Your bsf)

『Beloved fluffball/s mentioned below! 💜』

@justmare @mc-cos-charm

YEY NEW FLUFFBALL, HIII!!!

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Sidenote: CUS ITS BEEN RAINING IN MAINLA HINDI KABA NILALAMIG?! (Song reference lol) 😫

Warnings: Cursing, grammatical/spelling errors, my delulu-ahh brain forgot to write english isnt my first language and im too lazy to edit the other warnings again, me probably switching the povs alot because... yeah, filipino reader maybe speaking tagalog and bisaya, mentions of you having a wound on one of your feet, blood, author's shitty attempts at making you laugh.

【Part 3】

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You eventually woke up from your nap coma with a sore ass throat and a somehow still fully batteried phone. "Ok, how the fuck is my phone still 100%?! 😰 But atleast I dont have to wait 2 hours to charge my phone lmao." You mused out inside your head cus you'd say it out loud ur throat would even more sore than it already fucking is.

"I should've bought a water bottle with me earlier... ☹" You thought as you putted your phone inside one of the pockets of your pajamas and slowly went downstairs and went to the kitchen.

You sneaked into the kitchen undetected by guests. Because all you wanted to do right now was sleep again rest. Anygays, you gobbled the entire glass of water within one go and putted the glass into the sink. "Nah, y/b/f/n's gonna wash them dishes today lmao." You thought before you plugged your earphones into your phone and listened to your playlist while humming softly to the song before going upstairs.

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The harbingers heard someone humming in where they assumed is the kitchen before someone passed by the living room still humming and with a tiny-ahh smile going upstairs. "Oh my~ Who was that beautiful person~?" Asked the Damselette. Its true though, you were the prettiest person y/b/f/n met. "That was Y/n. :)" The harbingers and the Tsaritsa's eyes widened at that name. But are still in denial because they need to confirm just one more thing. Denial, denial, denial IS a river in Eygpt 💀🙌

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You eeked mentally when your playlist started playing 'Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse' (Recommend listening to it 10000/10) since you dont have spotify premium and you ran out of skips. 😔

You sat down on the chair infront of your desk, which was messier than dogshit. "Omfg im too lazy to clean it up rn 😭🙌" you thought before you grabbed some paper that you totally didnt rip out from y/b/f/n's notebook like 2 days ago before yall were isekai'd and started drawing basically a city. Aka the city you lived in before this fiasco happened.

*Insert your drawing here cus I cant find anything that was close to my imagination 🥲*

After you finished drawing, you gave your arms a very well needed stretch you desperately needed that shit after sitting down with a posture looking like a fucking shrimp if you looked at what you looked like in the side for 3 fucking hours while your earphones were still playing music, "Finally done, im tired again lmao" you thought before you slept on your chair like when its math class 💔 because you were too fucking sleepy to even get out of your chair its comfier that those damned armchairs you'd sleep on during math class. 💀

But then, your foot accidentally hitted the leg of the table so fucking hard, that it caused the sleepiness in you to go *poof* "PUTANG INA NING LAMESA 👹" (Fuck this table) you yelled loud enough for only yourself to hear you held back your tendency to scream out filipino curses loud enough for the entire damn universe to hear you because... well, the people downstairs... Are downstairs...—

You felt your atoms and dna coursing inside you still shaking at the collision of your foot and the table, whats even worse is that the foot was the one that was wounded, which made the pain all the fucking worse.

"Bandages be damned. I need to fucking change these little shits. Bweshet nih. 😔" You cursed out loud as your throat wasnt as sore as earlier we call it mineral water for a reason /jk, you made your way into your bathroom while not walking normally.

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You were just drinking some water in kitchen peacefully, and of course your clumsy ass hand somewhat slipped and you accidentally dropped it onto the floor... and your foot. You winced at shards of bloodied glass digging into the flesh of your foot as sat on the nearest chair while y/b/f/n tended to your wound/s OHMIGASH KILIG NAKO AYIEEEEEEE!!!!!

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You got some bandages which were fortunately on the sink from the last time you changed your bandages and forgetting to put it back to its original place AGAIN, but you didnt give a shit rn. But as soon as you unwrapped your bandages, instead of the crimson blood you were expecting to see on your wound, the blood was... golden.

"...What the fuck?"

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YEY FINISHED PART 4!!! My hands are tired from holding the phone but its ok ❤

Filipino readers where u at? 😭

【Part 5】

Published: June 30 2024. 10:38pm.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Okay but now I started thinking on how would an argument with Gawtin go? Also, glad to be back to pester you💪

An Argument with Gawtin

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1247 (Couldn't help it)

Summary: Like dominos falling in line, things build up until the dam can't handle it. The stress, the cracks. The two of you are a tornado, feeding off of each other.

Author Note: I decided to do this a little different than I usual do this. I have off feelings about angst, like arguments and you might see it here. To be honest, Gawtin doesn't get anger often, rarely at all. Thank you Kissmyaft! I love it when you come to give me phenomenal ideas such as this!

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Part 2

Honestly, Gawtin and Reader don’t fight very often. Some disagreements, of course. Some miscommunications. We are talking about two different species, cultures.

But Gawtin doesn’t like to feed into anger. She, like most other females, are cooler minded than their male counterparts. They know how to discuss their issues than result to straight violence. Fights do break out when no one can’t come to an agreement. Nothing that could kill the other though.

When an argument happens, it’s when both are at end of their lines. Gawtin is stressed out from Qui’oky or something with the village. She brings it home with her unfortunately.

Reader has had some trouble still adapting to the new planet or being homesick or worrying over Gawtin. That sets off Gawtin even more. The two of them feeding on each other’s energy.

Reader wants to be left alone, unsure if someone around will help them. In the heat of the moment, words are exchanged. Unfortunately.

Gawtin, no matter how enraged she ever becomes will never, ever, hit you. Yes, for Yautjas, fighting and violence is normal. But you aren’t Yautja. You are weaker than her. It’s just fact. She’s okay with that.

“Can you just fuck off already?” you snapped when Gawtin entered your art room. The door had slid back to reveal the hulking green form that made up Gawtin. Her purple eyes pinned on you sitting at your desk, trying to distract yourself.

Like two demons feeding on each other, you consumed the other’s energy. Like a tornado starting to form or even a hurricane. She had arrived home, pissed off. Someone had gotten under her skin and caused her to be a raging bitch currently. As her wonderful mate, you wanted nothing more to rid her of this unease.

But she just threw it all back in your face.

Qui’oky was set down for a cranky nap in Gawtin’s room. Poor thing sounded tired from missing a nap from this morning. He kept fussing for a bit. Since you knew Gawtin wasn’t wanting to speak with you when she dismissed you harshly, you just went to hide away in your art room. The safe haven that she had gifted to you once she took notice of your skill of wielding a pencil.

A gruff scoff met your ears. You huffed with a roll of your eyes but kept your sight on the blank page before you. It felt not only was that taunting you but Gawtin too. She had to come in here after dismissing you. Didn’t just say she didn’t want you around her and to go away? Dismissed like a measly pet.

“All you do is whine,” she grunted back at you. You head whipped up, back still towards the Yautja. Your nostrils flared in an attempt not to spin around give a piece of your mind. All the shit she’s made you put up with from the first day you met her in that damn forest. For all that you cared for, you could’ve just left her to bleed out! Or let the fucking soldiers take her!

Instantly, you felt regret at the thought and tried to calm yourself down. That didn’t stop the need to cry rise up inside of you.

“Well, you ruined fucking everything in my normal life,” you returned fire, hand grasping the pencil. The wood groaned at the pressure. Your knuckles turning white.

Another scoff. Soft, pitter-patter of feet glided across the floor until the beast was hovering behind you. Her blazing heat boring down on your hunched over form. “Ruined? I’ve given you everything as my mate. How have I ruined ‘everything’?”

A massive palm was placed on the small open space on the desk. This allowed her to bend her body more over you, blanketing you in her shadow. The pencil creaked again. “By taking me here! I don’t belong here. You took me from everything. My home. My family. My friends.”

“I think you are misremembering things, ooman. It was your choice to come with me. You saved me, I could not kill you after I owe you my life and Qui’oky. Why are you so angry?” she growled, nails digging into the wood of your table. That seemed to tick you off more. She was destroying your things.

“I have a right to be angry! You ruined everything. My life is forever stuck here because of you. I’ll die here, on a planet so far from home,” you bite out then finally whipped around in your chair to face her. Gawtin did not move. She stayed sturdy like an oak tree. You bumped into her only to be knocked against your table. It was the only thing holding you up. That didn’t stop you from glaring the Yautja right in the eye and baring your teeth. Something you learned from your time in her culture.

Her mandibles bristled at the sight. A growl starting deep in her chest as she glared down at your unwavering form. “Then, go back. Leave. Go back. Go back home.” That last word was spat out with such disgust, spit hitting your face.

Realization smacked you harder, harder than anyone or thing could. Words said in the heat of the moment but she was telling you to leave. This wasn’t your home, not in her eyes. And that hurt. You felt the way your chest tightened and twisted like a serrated knife lodged there. Tears, hot and burning pooled in your eyes, throat threatening to close up.

Gawtin grunted and leaned down so close her mandibles barely brushed against your cheeks. “Are you going to cry now?” she mocked with a look of distain on her alien face. When you took a deep breath in to cool your nerves, your breath hitched, catching on the lump building in your throat. By god, you were on the verge of breaking down right in front of her.

Something you refused to do. You steeled your nerves, stood up, shoulders back, and got impossibly closer to her face. An act she wasn’t expecting. “Get out.” She raised her gem-studded brow. “Get out!” you shouted at Gawtin, full force. This was your area, your space, your safe haven in this fucked up world you’ve been brought to. Somewhere to go.

Chittering cries echoed out in the hall. Shit. Your breath hitched. Qui’oky had been awoken by your yelling. Guilt dripped into your veins at the sound of his crying. Gawtin huffed that ended in a throaty growl before standing up and marching out of the room.

Once the door slid closed behind her, your whole body nearly went completely lax. Anger still simmered beneath your skin. Yet, sorrow followed in its wake. You bowed your head to calm yourself before plopping down in your seat. The chair squeaking at the new weight. You hated arguing. With her of all people too.

In your hand, you let the pencil go. It’s now shattered pieces falling onto the wooden table. You groaned and placed your head in your hands, fretting over how to fix this.

Hot, fresh tears wettened the wood underneath you. ‘Go back home.’ You flinched as Gawtin’s words echoed back at you in the silence of your room. Qui’oky’s voice barely coming through the door. You clutched your hair at the thought of her not wanting you anymore. Had you just ruined everything?

Heh, it wasn’t her that ruined everything. No. You just did that.

[kakashiislut]

Heyy ! , I love your work, do you think you could do SFW/NSFW (either or both, whichever you want) headcanons of God of War Ragnarok Thor with a gn reader?🥹/ nf , I absolutely love him and see hardly anything for him💔

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Heya! Sorry this took so long 🥹 there was so many asks i started to panic 🥹 thank you for requesting 💕love ya!

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Warnings: does Thor being cute count?

Authors Note: just some SFW, been in the mood for some softness. Absolutely no Proof Read. It’s unbelievable.

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SFW Head-Cannons~ Thor Odinson x GN!Reader!

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~Thor is so misunderstood it’s sad.

~He’s always being picked on for being “stupid” or “fat”, but I think that’s the best part about him.

~He’s a big guy! So that means cuddles, lots and lots of cuddles. Didn’t Mimir say he likes to nap?

~I like to imagine Thor all sprawled out on his bed on his back. Tummy sticking up and you just laying right on it, fast asleep.

~Of course you always wake up before him, he snores a bit too loudly…yesh.

~But the movement of his breaths???? O they rock you right back to sleep.

~He loves loves loves when you play with his beard/hair. Braiding it, twisting it, even just pulling on it and using it as “your hair”

~He can’t help but smile when he sees you place his beard on your own chin and pretend to be him.

~You do a very shitty impression of him.

~It’s so bad.

~Like seriously. He just Politely asks you to stop.

~I feel like you stick up to him a lot, ‘cause he just takes the yelling and beatings.

~He’s absolutely massive, and you’re just standing in-front of him, hands on your hip, giving Odin a nasty face, ‘cause he’s blaming your big baby for something he didn’t do.

~Odin is not affected, but it warms thors heart knowing someone is trying to protect him.

~Would absolutely lay down his life for you.

~Like it’s so bad. Any little situation and he’s just like “ILL TAKE 1000 ARROWS FOR YOU”

“Babe….I just tripped on my own shoe…”

~He has a serious talk with that shoe after. Super cute, made you laugh, 11/10.

~But there is also that sweet, serious, romantic side to him.

~Times where he just holds your hand in his. Where you guys lay on the grass and watch the stars.

~It’s how he found out that he was in love with you. Just you. Only you.

~Or times where he’ll rip flowers out of the ground and hand them to you…roots and dirt still intact. But you’re just as goofy and love them for looking so funky.

~When you’re crying, he’ll hold your face and just listen to what you have to say.

~If he made you upset, he’ll try his got damn best to fix whatever it is.

~If he needed to bite off his own finger, he would. Anything to make you happy.

~He gets attached fast, any bit of love and he finds himself waiting for you.

~Oh you just met and you accidentally bumped into him?

~No way, did you just apologize, laugh and smile at him before leaving?

~Nah that’s it, y’all married

<Que Marriage music>

~I’m sorry.

~I swear I apologize.

~Here’s a serious one.

<Que Better Marriage Music>

[hatsue-exe]

Hello, nice to meet you,

May I please request monster trio (one piece) with a s/o that gets easily irritaded when they're hungry?

Thank you 🌻🌻

Monster trio with an s/o that gets hangry this word is so stupid, I love it

warnings: gn!reader, none.

Luffy:

You'll be mad a lot lol.

Luffy is the type to eat the cake you hid in the fridge for later and not apologise for it — he just doesn't get what he did wrong, he was hungry and he ate! He will, however, pout for the rest of the day if you ignore him because of it.

He got a good scolding from Sanji and tried to make it up by taking some snacks to your room. A few bites were missing, but hey, most of the food was there!

"I'm sorry I ate your food, I'll buy us something even better on the next island! Just don't be mad at me, please."

You know damn well he'll do it again just because he's a dumbass, but his little pout is so cute while he apologises, you just don't have it in you not to forgive him.

Sanji:

Uh, hungry? Sanji's partner? Did he die or something?

It's almost impossible to get hungry while being his partner because Sanji always knows when the crew usually needs a snack or a proper meal, he says it's part of his job as cook.

In the rare occurrence where you get hungry and slightly annoyed at everyone and everything, he quickly makes you a relaxing tea and a plate of your favourite goodies to munch on, light stuff that will calm you down.

"Forgive me for not noticing sooner, my love! I'll make it up with you and prepare all your prefered meals tomorrow, all right?"

It never gets to the point where you snap at anyone though. Sanji would never let you get that hungry.

Zoro:

Zoro may seem like he doesn't notice, but he does. He even understands how you feel, since he gets kinda angry if he doesn't nap throughout the day as well. Your thing is with food. Whatever.

He's quiet about it though. Once he realises your mood is going south, he grabs something from the kitchen (mostly fruits or other stuff Sanji won't inquire him about), gives it to you and moves on with his day.

You don't even realise your irritation comes from being hungry until he points it out. You're walking around, kicking stuff and whisper-screaming-complaining and Zoro just stops you and drags you in the opposite direction you were going.

"What are you doing? Let go of me." "No. You're only this insufferable when you're hungry. That shitty cook's making lunch, we'll ask him for something."

You just can't help but kiss him in appreciation — after your stomach is full, of course.

author notes: I am terribly sorry about how long it took me to put this out, life's been a bit insane. Hope you like it and thank you so so much for the request!

[traumxrei-archive]

【 glittering desires 】

author's note: here we go, this is the homage to the fact that fairy gala leona actually came home :'))) look this card is pretty but it was also pretty expensive haha- also we don't talk abt how fast i wrote this after i got the inspo... anyways. i hope you have fun reading this bc i sure had fun writing it !

characters: gn! prefect, leona kingscholar

word count: 1.6k

tags: leona is a bully /lh, your honor this man is madly in love, no bc he's so mushy and for what ??, he's 100% whipped, bc he's leona there's banter, he sees the prefect and he's like "wow sparkly...i love them..." that's it, that's the fic.

[ or read it on ao3 | the fairy gala collection ]

When he woke up from his nap, it was to the sound of their voice. At first, he thought it was his mind playing tricks on him; giving him dreams that were too far out of his reach. Dreams spun of laughter that were far too sweet to ever be fully his. Mere fantasies that Leona couldn't even believe in, let alone grasp.

And it was annoying how often he found himself dreaming of them lately. Especially after this stupid, annoying task that the damn crow assigned them. So he grunted, pressing his eyes shut further; hoping that the image of them would finally disappear.

That was until he felt the tug on his leg,  "Leo~na? Are you still asleep? Geez, how did you even make it up there?"

Ah. That was the real them, wasn't it?

Weighted eyelids eased open, watching as they clambered up the tree to get to him. He made no attempt to move; keeping his tail as still as he could. Instead, he watched— thoroughly amused— as they huffed, finally managing to haul themself onto a nearby branch.

He chose that moment to finally speak, "Crewel's gonna flip if you get that dirty."

Their shoulders jolted, " Sevens– How long have you been awake for?"

"Just now," Leona yawned, giving his neck a stretch. "What're you doing here?" He watched with unease as they situated themself on the branch. He reached for his magic pen, just in case.

"I was looking for you," They chuckled lightly. "Vil-senpai was flipping his lid over you escaping while he wasn't looking. He asked me to look for you."

"And?" Leona had to thank Vil for this opportunity. It wasn't often that he got time alone with them. "Did he think a herbivore like you could take me back there?"

"Stop being childish," They tutted, and the decorations on their clothes clinked as they moved. "You know Vil-senpai's only being harsh because we don't have much time. And besides, you're the centerpiece of our show."

"Damn right I am," Leona said, infusing his words with arrogance as a ploy. "And this star needs some rest from that guy's tyranny."

"C'mon, I'll accompany you back and watch your practice," They bargained, holding out a hand. And Leona considered it for a moment. Having them there would be better than not having them there. But that kind of deal was too easy.

He raised a brow, "You think that's gonna work?"

"Mmm, Ruggie-senpai told me to try it out," There was a foolish smile on their face. It made Leona look away; frustrated from how unaware they were. "Guess he was wrong."

"'Course he was."

"So then how will I get this great and mighty Leona-sama back to the practice rooms?" A hand was placed exaggeratedly on their chin.

Leona jumped down before they could say another word. It was better to let them trip over themselves to think of how to repay him. After all, the person who wants something is always at a disadvantage. They just had more to lose.

He brushed off his pants, untangling the sash before sparing them a glance, "You coming?"

"Wh- it took me five minutes to get up here-! Hey, don't leave without me!" Leona paused. His sharp eyes didn't miss a glint in the grass, pocketing the item as he waited. His ears twitched slightly, making sure that they didn't just face-plant on the ground.

A moment later and they were next to him, complaining all the while, "Why are you suddenly...no, this is a good thing. But–"

"Just changed my mind," The corner of his lips twitched at their blatant disbelief. "What? Even stubborn lions can change their minds sometimes."

They made it into the hallways of Pomefiore before they spoke again, "I'm still trying to figure out your angle."

"There's no angle," Leona said, and their eyes narrowed at him like he was crazy.

"Ah wait," They stopped in their tracks, patting down their front. "I almost forgot about this." In their hands were the...weeds that Leona had in his hair. Crewel and Vil had called it an "avant-garde masterpiece of a hair accessory" but really, it looked like a weed to Leona.

"Go and sit," They tilted their head towards the throne in the center of the Pomefiore lounge.

He scoffed, "No way. There's literally a normal chair right there."

And him? Sitting on that shiny excuse of a throne? The very one Vil sat on? Definitely not. Even if a small part of him longed for a throne of his own, that...thing was no throne. It was a toy for make-believe at best.

They tugged at his arm, "Come on, I bet everyone wants to sit in that at least once." Their eyes met his; twinkling mischievously, "Are you scared someone will see? Everyone's at their clubs right now."

"Fucking– just...do it quick," He grumbled, settling onto the velvet plushness of the so-called throne.

His mouth pressed into a firm line as they drew closer, trepidation crawling under his skin. Their fingers brushed through his hair lightly at first. Then gaining confidence, till they were combing through the brown strands thoroughly.

As they leaned in closer, he watched as they eclipsed the brightness of the chandelier; basking him in their shadow. They were close enough that Leona could smell the scent of flowery perfume clinging onto their clothes; no doubt courtesy of Vil.

They weren't looking at him. No, they were far too focused on his hair. It was a good thing, really. Because if they were looking at him...well, Leona wouldn't know how they would react.

Emerald eyes traced over their features: the concentrated crease of their brows, the curve of their cheek, and the length of their nose. The slightest part of their lips, the slow rise and fall of their shoulders almost lulling him into a sense of calm. He clutched at the chair, trying to ward off his observations to no avail.

Sevens, he wanted to kiss them. So badly. But he couldn't. Not here, and definitely not now. And not when he knew there was a big chance that they would never see him the same.

Instead, he reached a hand up, brushing firmly at their shoulder. That caused them to flinch in surprise, their gaze finally meeting his. His lips parted; throat feeling oddly dry, "There was somethin' there."

"Oh," Their eyes darted to his hand and back. "I think that might be glitter. Grim spilled a whole bunch of it on me earlier."

"Glitter," He repeated. "That's why you're so...shiny." He tried to ignore the halo of light that wrapped around the crown of their head, making them a monarch in their own right. Even if all they ruled over was his heart.

"You say that like you aren't shining yourself, Mr. Centerpiece," There was one last touch to their hair before they finally pulled back. Leona breathed out a long sigh of relief. "And done. Now it doesn't look like you rolled around in the bushes."

"Hah. As if that guy won't grill me anyway for disappearing," He stood up, trying to get the feeling back in his fingers from how hard he was gripping the chair. "C'mon, lead the way."

"You say that like you haven't been going there every day for this past week." They say that. They say that and yet they still held his sleeve as they lead the way.

"'M not a kid, herbivore," Leona said, though he made no move to brush them off. Rather, he enjoyed the sight of them leading him for once.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm trying to make sure you don't decide to slip away again," They said as they reached the room. "Now go and accept your fate. Running away is futile at this point." He stepped in front of them, reluctant to enter the room.

"Hey," He waited till they were finally looking at him again. He wanted to say a simple 'thank you'. That was what you said to people who you wanted to thank, right?

But what came out instead was, "You almost lost this." He pulled out the thing he had pocketed earlier. One of their bracelets. He could hazard a guess as to how they dropped it; probably during their earlier tree climbing.

They searched their wrists, eyes wide, "That's...one of my bracelets."

"Good of you to notice," Leona slipped it onto his own wrist. "Come find me after my practice is over 'n I'll give it back. You owe me, alright herbivore?"

"So there was a catch," He heard them mutter to themself. "Bastard."

His tail was high in the air as he lumbered into the practice room from hell. Kalim was in the corner doing squats, for some reason. And Vil was focused on Jamil. Though he was sure that Vil didn't miss his entrance. Leona took his place near one of the windows, heaving a sigh as he cast a spell to fill the vases with water.

Well, he had to say it was worth the trouble this time. After he finished his laps and tuned in for a lecturing by Vil, he had a, mm, meeting with the herbivore. Their bracelet made a light clink as he started his first lap. Leona felt a smile slowly suffuse his usually-indifferent expression. Ah, he really couldn't wait after all.

thank you for reading Leona Being Painfully In Love the musical fic !! i hope you enjoyed :DD if you did, go check out my masterlist or the rest of the fairy gala collection !

[moemoemammon]

The other brothers laugh at mammon for getting beaten up/hurt until they see MC nursing him back to health are like "Wait a minute...."

Mammon, You Bastard-!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Per usual, Mammon had the audacity to think he could get away with stealing a record from Lucifer's room to be sold. And per usual, he got his ass beat for it.

But what wasn't expected was what happened after. It's not unheard of for Mammon to go crawling off to the closest person to sympathize with him, and that's usually you.

You today.... Mammon was ACTUALLY getting spoiled. Lucifer had the misfortune of watching you gently dab at all of the new scrapes and bruises, all while Mammon acted like an overgrown child.

It isn't like he'd stoop so low that he’d want to be coddled in that way, but something about that smug look on Mammon's face made him wanna shake him around like a rag doll.... So instead, he'll just abuse his authority for a bit.

"Mammon, come with me. It seems you haven't learned your lesson, judging from that look on your face. The garden could use some tending to, the tub needs to be scrubbed, and there's a recent test score of yours I'd like to discuss."

Mammon

MC, you've gotta hear him out! See, he wasn't doing anything really bad per se... He just wanted to dust off that particular record of Lucifer's! And now he's all beaten up for it, so comfort him 🥺

Somehow you buy into his baby act (to his surprise), and now he's got his head on your lap while you comb your fingers through his hair. If this is what getting beat up gets him, he's gotta do it more often!

He's actually feeling a little guilty for having you wrapped around his finger like this, but... it feels too damned good to be spoiled! He deserves nice things too, damn it!

What makes the reward even sweeter is the look of irritation on the other brothers' faces when they see this special treatment he's receiving. He can't help but flash them a smug grin every time you respond to his ouch's and whimpers.

"O-Ow! Be a little gentler, will ya?! ...Sorry, I didn't mean it. But I'm really banged up, ya know? Lucifer didn't hold anything back, so I'll probably need EXTRA treatment...maybe a kiss or two, too..."

Levi

Oi. Shitty second-born.

That lap may be a forbidden land that Levi doesn't dare to touch, but there's no way he's letting it be soiled by trash! Why was Mammon of all people the one that got to live out such an amazing fantasy?!

You wanna see envy? Yeah, Levi is plotting Mammon's murder. He'll get someone he owes money to, right? Then he'll make it look like an accident when he-

No... He'll reveal every bad things he's ever done that's been kept a secret! He'll blackmail him! He's telling Lucifer everything about the time his D.D.D. was thrown in the trash! Who cares if it's petty?! This is WAR!!

"Mammon you SCUM! This is UNFORGIVABLE!! That secret stash of mocha devil pudding you've been hiding?! I'm gonna tell Beel all about it so he'll eat it! And when I'm done with that, I'm gonna show Lucifer what happened to his you-know-what!! And, and-!"

Satan

Satan is an expert at controlling his emotions. There's nothing that can break his facade of endless calm. He's a pillar of relaxation, he's a master of meditation, he's the epitome of a sound mind, he's-

Hey. Did Mammon grin just now? That was a grin, wasn't it?

Mammon's gonna need more than MC therapy after this, because Satan is already grabbing him by the head. There's no need for a older brother who can't even tend to his own wounds, right?

So it should be fine if he vanishes under mysterious circumstances! His brothers (minus Lucifer) seem to agree, and that's a majority consensus.

"Hm, you seem awfully lively for someone who was 'nearly killed back there', like you said. It's almost as if you're not hurt at all. Why don't you put this head of yours to better use and think up a way to stop being a nuisance?"

Asmo

Hey! The only one that's allowed to be dramatic in order to win the affection and adoration of others is HIM. Not gross Mammon!

Asmo's not going to let a guy like that get over on him! Not in a million years! No one can beat Asmo at his own game!

So what does he do? He hides around the corner to get into character, then the next thing you know he's running toward you at full speed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

He literally smacks Mammon out of your lap and buries his face into it instead, arms folded over while he sobs as if his lover had gone off and died in the war.

"MC, my darling MC! It's terrible! Completely AWFUL! I don't think even I can recover from this..! Why do such terrible things happen to beautiful, adorable, wonderful Asmo?? Boo hoo.... you have to come to my room right away so I can tell you what happened!" (Plot twist: he 'forgets' what happened as soon as he gets you in his room.)

Beel

Beel didn't really think anything was out of the ordinary at first. Mammon always runs to you when something's wrong. He's kind of a crybaby in that way.

So it takes his other brothers pointing it out for him to realize..... Hey, something's going on-

That look on Mammon's face starts looking less like a pained grimace, and more like a wide, smug grin. Beel understands now.... he's taking advantage of MC!

You're so kind so it's obvious Mammon would try to prey on that! And he's getting his snot and tears all over your legs, too.

It's annoying.

"Levi, you said something about mocha devil pudding, right? Show me where it is. I'm going to eat it right away, and whatever else he's hiding."

Belphie

Hey... who the hell does Mammon think he is? That lap is Belphie's designated nap spot. Everyone knows that.

Now it's being tainted by his gross older brother germs, and that's absolutely unforgivable. And the fact that he's being a bastard about it makes it even more annoying.

Belphegor won't admit that he's jealous of course, so he's going to be a gremlin instead. He's got more subtlety than his brothers.

When Mammon goes to find Goldie and doesn't know where it is? That'll be Belphie's doing. When his bed is covered in the stickiest royal jelly in the Devildom? Belphie. When he wakes up to find himself all tied up next to Cerberus? Belphie.

"Hm? Mammon hasn't come to take you shopping yet? I don't know anything about that. Why don't you and I go together? There's something I want to buy at Majolish. And we can take a nap afterward, okay?"

[imfiguringitoutlovely]

Hello there! Can I request a bakugou x male reader, where the reader gets pretty easily diatracted and they are very chaotic .Thank you!

bakugou and the embodiment of chaotic energy

pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader (vague)

genre: F L U F F, a bit of comfort

warnings: fluffluffluffluffluff-

author's notes: no bc i was creating 3 new ocs and then i got on my phone for two seconds and now we're here so felt-

edit: TUMBLR WON'T SAVE MY FUCKING EDITS I HATE IT HERE

he literally is chaos, so this would be interesting.

you two met in 1-A, with you tranferring in during the last couple months.

despite your late transfer, it didn't take long at all for you to fall into place within the bakusquad. it was only natural with your chaotic nature.

the thing that caught everyone off guard, though, was when you and bakugou became official. you two were two balls of complete chaotic energy, though your energy was more in line with denki and mina while his was... chaos and war.

even people within the squad were a little worried. they knew you two were good with each other, but they worried about one of the symptoms of your chaos; your tendency to get distracted.

bakugou is very focused. he's focused on his goals, on his future, his hero work, his school work, and so on. he can easily shift his focus around and navigate his world (when he's not overwhelming himself), and most people expected him to seek a partner with the same habits.

but

nope.

well it's not that you don't have an ultimate focus, but you do regularly find yourself distracted from tasks at hand. it's easy to grab your attention, but difficult to keep it. you're regularly taking in and trying to process as much of the world around you as you can, living more in the moment. you look for the fun in the world (when appropriate) which is what leads to your chaos.

that's what people were concerned about; that those sides would clash and someone would end up getting hurt.

but

n O P E -

in fact, you balance each other out. yeah, it's all chaos, but it's a good mix of serious determination and light-hearted optimism.

there are many times where you gotta pull him in and remind him the present day exists, and times where he has to remind you that your future matters just as much as the now.

he does panic sometimes, though. it's not that he doesn't trust you, he just doesn't trust that you won't put yourself in harms way for some fun.

he and kiri caught you, mina, sero, and denki at a skatepark once with you sitting in a crate sero taped down onto a skateboard. they were about to push you down a ramp, too caught up in their own chaotic minds to process that maybe this wasn't a good idea-

"hey- is that- OI- SPARKY, GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF- !!"

"oh- hey, kiri and baku-!"

"GO [NAME]! WHOOP WHOOP-!"

"DON'T ENCOURAGE IT, RACOON EYES-"

he fucking sprints to you and gets you out before denki pushes you over the edge of the ramp.

"WOO- hEY-!!"

he has to explain that you probably would've gotten a concussion, but you're still angry that he stopped you.

it's okay, though, because you know it's out of care. you often have to do the same thing with him when it comes to training.

"hey- stop that-"

"huh-?"

"you're exhausted."

"what are you? a mind reader?"

"no, i'm a katsuki reader."

"...if i take a break, will you take a nap?"

"i don't need a nap-?"

PLEASE, THIS MAN ALMOST STRAIGHT UP FACE PALMS AND SCREAMS-

bc no you totally weren't chanting the cocomelon song (now considered, a classic) around an antique picture of vin diesel at 3 am 🧍

"babe. babe. bakugou. blasty. king explosion murder. dynamight. lord kacchan. burnt caramel scented candle-"

"what the hell-?"

"i said what i said- anyways, sero and denki are at mcdonald's, do you want anything-?"

"it's two thirty in the morning."

"so no?"

"no. that shit isn't good for you anyways."

"okay. well. i'm getting a happy meal-"

"wait, how did they go off campus this late?"

"underground."

"oh, okay- wait, wHAT-?!"

"stop changing the topic, i know you want some mickey d's-"

"[Name]-"

"oo, or kfc... did you know that american kfc's don't have the sandwiches-?"

"[Name]-"

"okay, okay. yeah. i hear you. i'm going to the common room to wait for them, text me if you change your mind-"

you...

what the fuck.

he loves you so much.

but please stop scaring the shit out of each other-

[moemoemammon]

(Two things, 1. This is my first time requesting so I'm sorry if this is not the thing to do it, and 2. Sorry if somethings is misspelled or grammatically incorrect, eng is not my first language:p)

May I request some of the bros, specially Mammon, Luci and Satan, with a MC who's similar to Lucifer in some aspects (like, some of their manners are the same as his and sometimes they're little bit too strict) and after a while they discover that its bc MC is also an older sibling. And (only if you want) meeting their younger sibling, please 🙏

Btw love your works ♡♡♡

Lucifer Number 2~

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

It doesn't occur to Lucifer how similar the two of you are, but the first thing he realizes is how pleasant conversations with you can be. You both share common interests, your tastes suit his own, and you seem to be the only competent person in this house.

You're the responsible type, and he likes it. He'll sometimes find you scolding his brothers for their behavior too, and as amusing of a sight as that may be, he doesn't want you to be burdened with their idiocy.

AND you're the eldest sibling in your household? Cheers to that. You too know the weight of being the responsible oldest, and the role one must take to ensure their siblings grow up well. You too know that you'd rather your siblings have things easier than you did.

But there's one thing he finds annoying... You can NEVER speak your feelings, and act as if it’d kill you to do so. He can respect secrecy when it's appropriate, but Lucifer would like to know what's on your mind. Not only that, but you can be HORRIBLY headstrong. There's nothing that can stray you away from what you've already decided.

"MC, I request that you take a few days off from school to do as you please. I've already spoken with Diavolo and your professors, and you've been given an excuse. I know you'll study anyway, so I've dropped off your assignments in your room. But... you should rest. It isn't good for you to be pushing yourself so hard. Hm? You're calling me a hypocrite?"

Mammon

As if one Lucifer wasn't enough. Now there's TWO of em?! Why's his luck gotta be so lousy!

Definitely the first to realize how much like Lucifer you are, and was SHOOK. Seriously, what gives?! What horrors exist in the human world that could've made you like THAT..?

Ever since you showed up, it's been impossible to get away with anything! He can't sneak out of the house because you're always there somehow, you tattle on him when you catch him leaving anyone's room, and you won't even let him copy your homework! What gives?!

Avoids you like the plague. You're no fun! There's only rare moments when you're kinda okay, and he likes those the best. The times when you're kinda sensitive and you'll drop the high and mighty act. But then you're back to being a pest!

"For the billionth time, I ain't got time to study! There's money to be made, and a guy like me ain't gonna waste a second lookin' at a dumb book when I could be- H-Huh?! You're gonna call Lucifer?! N-now, there's no need to be so hasty, right? Oi!! I'm sorry, damn it-!"

Levi

What's the deal with Lucifer number two? As comedic of a trope as that may be, Levi doesn't really care for having two nagging types in the house. Especially a human...

When you're in his room, all you do is nitpick about how he should tidy up and open a window! Don't you know that an otaku's room is his pride and joy?! It's a sacred space not to be trampled on by the opinions of a normie!!!

But still... he has to admit that even if you don't get all the stuff he's talking about, you at least try to understand it. And there are even some of his interests that you're genuinely invested in!

You might be a pain in the neck and harass him about annoying things, but he guesses he can deal with it if you'll actually sit through a TSL marathon with him...

"I-I'll lend you this manga, so make sure you read it! And when you're finished with that, I'll lend you the spin-off series by the author's brother! I know you'll like it, since you're interested in gritty stuff. Oh, and- Huh? My laundry? Y-yeah.... I'll do that.."

Satan

You are... surprisingly good company. Satan enjoys talking to you over afternoon tea, and the two of you share stories between one another.

But still, he can't shake the feeling that there's something... unpleasantly familiar about your personality. It isn't until you say something that sounds suspiciously similar to what Lucifer would say that he realizes who you remind him of. And oh, he hates it.

Tries playing pranks on you, but somehow they never go to plan. How that is is beyond him, but you never fall for anything! No matter how sweet his smile, you're always rightfully suspicious. You're annoyingly meticulous about checking your surroundings, and you're so aware of yourself that it's troublesome! Be more gullible!!

The king of petty has decided that its now his life goal to make you fall for at least one of his pranks. He doesn't care how elaborate he has to make it, or how unrewarding the payoff may be. He'll make you pay for seeing his brother in two places at once.

"MC, would you like to join me this afternoon for a book reading? Though, I'd love it if you could read this book in particular. I think you'll find it very-.... Hm? 'Isn't this the cursed book that makes you grow hair all over your body', you ask? Ahaha.... tch."

Asmo

Come now, there can't be TWO killjoys in the house! That's way too depressing!! It was funny at first to see that there's someone who can match the scary Lucifer's energy, but now it's becoming a nuisance!

You won't even go to the countless parties he's invited you to! Hell, you barely even give yourself room to mess around a little? Isn't it boring being so tightly wound? You're in luck, because the adorable Asmo-chan knows the PERFECT way to let loose~

You'll RARELY let him close to you, and that's usually when you're tired of him harassing you. Then he gets the honor of playing with your hair while you've got no energy to fight back! He'll style it wonderfully for you!

Also nags you to take better care of yourself. You're not a demon, so you have to care for your health! These late night study sessions are giving you bags under your eyes! And stop taking on so many extracurricular activities!

"Geez, MC! I didn't think you'd die from overworking, but that's the path you're headed on! You really are like Lucifer, you know? That being said, I'll do my best to make sure you relax! Shall we begin~?"

Beel

Beel may not be too bothered by Lucifer's strictness, but that doesn't mean he's immune to it. To think that even a human can be like that...

It's nice to see that you can take care of yourself, but aren't you working too hard? Your grades are good and you've got many interesting talents, but you also have to properly rest.

Has started bringing you snacks on the regular. And don't even think about skipping meals, because he won't allow it. He'll literally pick you up and bring you to the table if he has to. And if you're staying up late to study? He'll carry you to bed. Don't try to protest.

Beel is your babysitter now and there's nothing you can do about it. It's good to be responsible, but don't think about trying to take care of everyone else if you can't care for yourself. Now eat these twelve meat buns he bought for you.

"MC, let's eat lunch together. I know you were going to skip because I heard you talking to Solomon earlier, and I won't let you. Ah, don't worry about not having money, because I've already bought you some lunch. Let's eat in the courtyard."

Belphie

NO.... IT CAN'T BE... THIS HAS TO BE A NIGHTMARE....HE WANTS TO WAKE UP....

You're such a drag. You harass him to attend student council meetings, but him about his studies, and won't let him avoid a single obligation he has. What are you, his mother?

Has 100% joined forces with Satan to try to make you fall for many, many unsuccessful pranks. Are you curse proof or something? When he tried a '10 hour bed-head' spell on you, it just rebounded right to him! Then he found out that you'd borrowed a spell repelling amulet from Solomon and realized just how prepared you are...

When you aren't bothering his entire soul by trying to make him do things, you're actually nice to talk to. You're knowledgeable, you pay attention to the people around you, and you can always read a room. He likes to ask you for advice sometimes.

"Aren't you tired of being like that all the time? So... attentive, I mean. You should just take a nap some time. Or better yet, take the week off. Maybe I'll teach you how to properly relax? Then you might finally be able to take that stick out of your- ow... What're you hitting me for?"