#dw he'll be back once his break is over

[bigidiotenergytm]

Can you please like, link everything related to the twins AU? Please. I want to see it and read it and I saw some of it and I liked it. Pwease?

Hehehe I'm happy to hear you like our silly little AU, anon!

Sky's second in command here to answer your ask :3

You can find the summary of the AU here.

If you're curious about Penelope's and Telemachus' thoughts, you can find them here.

Check out this post to see Sky's drawing of the babies, and this one to see them as adults.

If you have any more questions, feel free to ask either me ( @shinedoitsulikeabright ) or @axt-bs since the two of us worked on it together :333

Trust me, I'm more than happy to yap about these two all day long

[sanguineterrain]

window pains | jason todd

Summary: He's got a habit of coming in through the window. You want him to start staying... and using the door. 

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader 

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings/tags: injured Jason Todd (he's okay dw), angst, pining, mentions of Jason's death.

A/N: sooo.... i guess i'm a dc girlie now. just a reminder that every character i write will always be 18+!!! this is probably canon divergent but we make our own canon.

If you like this fic and want to see more, please let me know through reblogs ♡

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"Can't you enter my apartment like a normal person?"

"You know who you're talking to, right?"

"You're getting blood on my carpet, Todd."

It doesn't really matter. He'll come back and scrub it out as soon as his ribs are whole. And fuck if he's not good at getting blood out of surfaces. Jason Todd ought to start a housekeeping column. 

You catch his limp as he climbs over the windowsill. It almost topples him, but he gets to the couch before it does. He doesn't make a sound. 

That had freaked you out the first few times he'd stumbled through your window. Once, he came with part of a windshield wiper impaled in his shoulder. He'd lain on your couch so still and so quiet, you'd thought Red Hood had croaked in your apartment. Which would not have been a good look for you. Or maybe it would. Depends on who you ask. 

Sometimes you want to tell him to make sounds. To hiss and grunt and complain. To grab your wrist so you'll slow down as you pull thread through flesh. 

But it's not your place to request such a thing. You don't know where you reside in Jason Todd's life, but it's not somewhere where you can request to hear him hurt. 

Outwardly, his injuries aren't bad-looking. He takes off his helmet and tosses it somewhere under the coffee table. You offer a hand to help him lie down on the couch—he doesn't take it. 

"Jesus Christ, Jay." You suck in a sharp breath and peel back his bloody suit. "What'd you do?"

"Took a midnight stroll in the Botanical Gardens. Why, what'd you do?"

You frown, eyebrows pinching in the center of your forehead. Jason's stomach is mottled with purple and red bruises. There's a sticky gash right above his hip. A knife. Or a sword, maybe. Apparently, swords are commonplace in Gotham. 

"How'd they get you?" you ask. 

It's a rule-break. Jason's number one policy: don't ask questions.

You always do. Even when it was new, this… thing between you two, you'd ask. Who were they? Why did they hurt you? Did you hurt them back?

The last one, you always know the answer to. 

"There were, like, ten of them," he says. "Cut me some slack, will ya?" 

He has a cut across his lips. A ringed finger that caught on his skin, you guess. You wonder if he'd wince if you kissed him. If he'd wince at the pain or the kiss itself. If you'd know the difference. 

Rage suddenly cuts through you. It makes your hands careless, cruel; you pull the bandage around his waist too tight. Jason coils up slightly. 

"Jesus—ever heard of bedside manner?" he asks, looking at you through his lashes. 

"Ever heard of not breaking into someone's apartment and making them patch you up?"

"I don't make you," Jason says easily. "You wouldn't do it if you didn't want to."

That only increases your rage. Because he's right. You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to be. You'd have kicked him out four first aid kits ago if you minded. 

You yank down his shirt and pack up the kit. Jason shifts on the couch. A sliver of skin above his waistband is still exposed. You have to turn your head to force your gaze away. 

"No bandaids?" he asks. "All my cuts'll be exposed to the elements."

"You can put them on yourself." 

His cheek could use one. And his eyebrow. You're not in the mood. 

Jason doesn't say anything in response to that. You get up to put the kit back under the sink. 

"Can I crash here?" 

"Do what you want," you say, suddenly exhausted. Like it's you who just went six rounds with Gotham's scumbags.

You peek over the kitchen counter when you hear rustling and the couch springs squeak. Jason leans heavily on the arm of the couch, reaching for the window. You walk over and stand in front of him. 

"What're you doing?" you ask. 

"You want me to go," he says flatly. "So I'm going."

"I didn't say that, I said—"

"I can read between the lines." 

"If you could read between the lines as well as you think you can, we wouldn't be in this situation," you say. 

"What situation?"

You turn your head. "Nothing."

Jason steps towards the window. You block him again. 

"What is the matter with you?" you ask. "You're injured. Lie down."

"I'm not your responsibility," he says, glaring. "I'm leaving."

"No, you're not. And since you're allergic to using the door, you don't have a choice."

Jason's eyebrow rises. "Are you saying you'd physically prevent me from leaving?"

You lift your chin. "If that's what it takes."

"Hm. Can't tell if your confidence is stupid or brave."

"Lie the fuck down, Todd."

His lip curls. "I don't stay where I'm not welcome."

Sometimes you forget how young he is. Not that you're not also young, but, well… you don't feel your youth as acutely as other people your age might. It's something you two have in common. 

Here, in the gritty glow of Gotham, you are reminded that Jason Todd died once. Before he finished school. Before he fell in love. 

Your stomach churns every time you see that Y-shaped scar on his torso, strapped over him like a chain. 

"I didn't say that you're not welcome," you say. 

"Yeah, well, you didn't have to."

He sags against the couch and it occurs to you that he's as exhausted as you feel. 

"Can you just—" You touch his bicep. He winces even though there's no injury there. "Can you just lie down?" 

You stare at each other for another minute. Slowly, Jason lays down. His eyes are alert instead of heavy with sleep. Instantly, you feel guilty for making him think he has to be cautious around you. His hand curls protectively over his stomach. 

"Do you want a blanket?" you ask. 

He squints. "It's August."

"I know, I… I thought maybe the blood loss made you cold." 

"'M fine. Perks of being risen from the dead." 

You watch him get settled for a minute. He shifts his weight to his uninjured side and meets your gaze. His eyes are gray in the weak light. 

"You're tired of me," he says. 

Your head snaps up. "No, I'm not."  

"You are."

"I'm not tired of you, Jay."

You see it. The fear. He thinks this is the last time you'll let him in. He doesn't know you can't lock him out. You won't. 

You get up and go to get the kit from the sink again. Jason follows your movement the whole time. His face scrunches in confusion when you sit in front of the couch and unzip the kit. 

You pull out the tiny red bandaids. You'd bought them as a joke, initially. It had made Jason laugh and that had been reason enough to keep buying them. And then he let you actually put them on.

You peel the adhesive off of one and gently stick it on his cheek. He blinks at you, thick, dark lashes kissing the corners of his eyes. 

"I'm not tired of you," you say softly. 

"I'd be tired of me." 

"You keep this city safe. How could I be tired of Gotham's defender?"

Jason scowls and turns his head into the cushion before you can put the second bandaid.  

"I'm not its defender. The others protect this city a hundred times better. Nightwing does it with a smile on his face."

"I like that you go out there even when it's hard, Jay," you say. 

He doesn't respond. You lean in, so close that you can count the freckles on his neck. 

"Can I finish putting the bandaids on?" you ask. 

"I don't need 'em."

"You do. You need another on your forehead."

"It'll heal fine without it."

Your shoulders bunch like a cat on defense. You grab his cheek (gently, always gently) and his head whips to yours in surprise. 

"Jason Todd, I am not tired of you. I'm tired of the fact that you only come by when you need fixing."

He scowls. "I never asked you to fix me. If you want me to leave, I'll leave."

"I don't want you to leave, I want you to stay!" you burst. 

Jason scoffs. "No, you don’t. I'll overstay my welcome real fast."

"Maybe I care about you on purpose!" you say, voice rising. "Maybe I didn't stumble through a window; maybe I walked through the door and bought the bandaids and learned how to stitch wounds because I wanted to."

He suddenly looks overcome by grief. The agony in his face startles you. 

"I don't know how to use the door anymore," he says quietly. "All I do is stumble through windows."

Your hand slips off of his cheek. Jason closes his eyes; they fly open when you stick the second bandaid above his eyebrow. 

"You can come in any way you want to," you say, face an inch away from his. "As long as you come back to me."

His gaze darts to your mouth. You don't kiss him hard. He breaks anyway.

You avoid the right side of his mouth entirely, not wanting to pull at his cut. Jason shudders into your mouth. You cup his pulse through his neck and it quickens.

His eyes are wet when you pull away. His chest heaves like he's been swinging through the city. 

"I wanna try to use the door," he says. 

You touch the bandaid on his cheek, humming. 

"Then I'll leave it unlocked." 

[peggingdemons]

Sub headcanons!

With the brothers!

(Ps... Sorry for making Lucifer AFAB I can't write a cis Lucifer for the live of me)

Lucifer

He's not comfortable subbing until you prove you're not going to A. Make fun of him. And B. Let people know about it

The first time he subbed he was quite

Biting his lip, covering his mouth and shoving his face into the bed

His bottom growth is VERY sensitive so suck on it for him to let loose

He gets more vocal if you go down on him before fucking him

After the first few times of subbing he gets comfortable with it

After some time he'll pride himself in being a good sub and not fight back.. But sometimes he does want a nice spanking ;)

Mammon

PUPPY BOY PUPPY BOY PUPPY BO-

So yes he subs like a dog :  ecstatically

He doesn't misbehave at all really he loves you too much

He'll do anything you ask

Eating you out, sucking on you, fucking you or being fucked by you

He loves a dick in his mouth (real or fake) (if you're AFAB then he will suck your strap on to lube it up)

Despite what his brothers say he's not that much of a masochist 

He... Doesn't MIND pain but he doesn't seek out it

He likes praise more so.... Call him a good boy now!!!!

Leviathan

One of the most obedient subs you'll meet

He feels exposed while subbing so he might be uncomfortable...

Prefers positions where you can't see his face (like doggy or reverse cowgirl)

He actually likes bottoming more than topping

Levi.. Won't out right say what he's into.. You'll have to find out

He loves being degraded and being praised!

Call him a gross Otaku then say he looks wonderful drooling over your cock/strap!

He might just cum right then!!!

Satan

CAT BOY CAT BOY CAT BOY CAT BO-

He is so willing once you both are in a relationship!

He's thought about it but never felt safe enough to sub... Until he met you!

At first he won't be comfortable bottoming so he'll mainly top from the bottom

But he'll ask to bottom one day

Put him in his kitty outfit and prep him with some toys then you'll be good!

The moment your cock/strap goes in his mind kinda just.. Breaks

Just expect him to let out little 'nyas' after every thrust ;)

May also have just the tiniest breeding kink

Didn't think much of it.. But the thought of having YOUR litter excites him to no end

Asmodeus

Asmo asked to sub.. First time y'all did it too

He doesn't hate dominating but he loves you so much he's just gotta have you in control!

He's..open to a lot but he does have limits

Like 1 no marks that won't heal fast 2 nothing to where he can't hear you (he can't get off then!!!) 3 no rope that'll leave burns if he moves

Queen of dress up before! Asmo loves being gorgeous before you ruin him!

Dresses made to be throw off, sometimes he picks outfits that'll be the best to drag him off and easily take off so you can fuck him!

He likes gags to your surprise

After care is wonderful for both of you!

A nice bath, skin care and fluffy PJs with some "I love you" every minute!

Beelzebub

(Guys I don't know how to write him-)

Like Satan ease him into subbing

He likes it dw just not used to it

Beels head game be mean and he'll want to start with that every time (it'd be wonderful for him if you're willing to cum more than once)

Gotta have something in his mouth! Your fingers, your tongue or a gag

He tops most the time but he still likes bottoming!

Always worries that if he rides you he'll be too heavy ;(

Same goes with you eating him out (but do it anyway! He loves it!!!!)

Not that loud but his face is beautiful

Belphegor

Lazy ass bitch-

Yeah.. Belphie isn't putting in work at all

He's loud, bratty and a tease

The type to whisper how he'd like you to fuck him while in RAD

He does it because he likes the way you look at him after (angry and a little horny)

The most work he'll do is suck/eat you out/off

No work otherwise

He'll fall asleep if you go on too long (but fuck him anyway (￢‿￢ ))

For such a spoiled brat he really likes to be put in his place

After care is on you tho (he'll give amazing cuddles so it's alright)

[sulumuns-dootah]

Getting comforted when they find you having a breakdown in the shower

A/N: I'm once again writing something self-indulgent based off something inspired by real events (I'm fine now, dw) ^^

Alsoo(!) next post is gonna be another batch of memes ^^

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

Characters: Satan, Paimon, Ppyong, Foras, Beelzebub, Gusion, Beleth, Morax

    ༺☆༻

The water has long gone cold by now, wanting to pay no attention to it, but the foresight of your water bill forcing you to turn it off. You're sobbing, sitting in the bathtub of the bath-shower combo, clutching your knees to your chest. As you're taking another shaky breath, a loud banging on the door fails to startle you.

“Y/N, you in there?! Answer me or I'm breaking down this door!” a deep voice booms from the other side. You don't doubt his threats and the thought that instead of bill for water, you'd be spending money on a new door is not much help for your situation right now and so you answer in a low voice: “I'm here.”

Just wanting to make him leave so you can collect yourself at your own pace without having to snap back into your usual personality, you take deep breaths so you can calm down a little bit and sound normal if he ask something more.

Instead, Satan commands you: “Unlock this fucking door.” His tone is stern, but not as angry, like initially. You don't want to move any more than extremely necessary, so you just respond: “If you turn the bolt under the handle up, it'll unlock.” There are few seconds filled with sounds of scratching at the door handle and Satan's low mumbling, followed by a freezing breeze, indicating that the door is wide open.

Looking to your left, in the dim light of fairy lights, there's a faint silhouette of a short demon, whose horns are sticking up, over the shower curtain. The tiny room and your position closely to the ground make him seem bigger than he really is.

The shower curtain is roughly pulled aside, revealing him fully. His expression is tense, just like when he's grinding his teeth, but he's not doing that currently.

Upon seeing your form, Satan huffs and quickly unzips his overall and sheds it, kicking it aside. Once his shoes have followed suit, Satan situates himself in the bathtub behind you, spreading his legs on each side of you. Two muscly arms wrap around your whole form and pull him more close to him.

The angry demon then proceeds to gently rock the both of you from side to side while whispering reassurances into your ear, making you feel safe for the time being.

    ༺☆༻

“Y/N~? Where are you?” a melodic voice chimes from somewhere in your house and you internally groan. You love Paimon to bits, but please, not right now. Now is the worst moment for that cheery attitude of theirs.

“Are you in hereee?” the cheery demon lightly taps on the wooden door to the bathroom, you're hiding in. 'Maybe if I'm quiet, he'll think I'm not home and just leave' comes to your mind. Well it's worth the shot. Or at least would be, if Paimon didn't know how to unlock every door in your house. The now amplified clacks of their heels on the tile make you more and more exhausted, as if your body only now realised how late in the night it is.

Soon enough, the colorful demon is peering down at you, after having slid the shower curtain aside. Their usual happy expression quickly turns into that adorable pout they so rarely wear. “Y/N~? Are you okaaay?”

It's impossible to lie them straight in the eye. “I'm not.” are the only words you manage to muster out before tears flood your eyes again. “Nooo~, Y/N don't cryyy!” Paimon quickly kicks off his shoes and steps into the bathtub with you, sitting down opposite of you with their legs crossed, completely disregarding the fact that the tub is still wet.

You shake your head, trying to chase the tears away. Paimon's hands gently grab your face and you're forced to look into those beautiful eyes of his as their thumbs wipe away the tears that escaped your eyes.

They slowly pull you closer so they can plant a kiss on your forehead, the bridge of your nose, and finally, the tip of your nose. You can't help but smile a bit. Their cheery energy seems to be gently helping to lift up all the gloom.

“ Y/N~, tell meee... why are you cryyyinggg?” they pout again with their face close to yours, still not fully withdrawn from kissing down your nose.

“I-It's nothing, really...” you don't want to burden them with your temporary moments of feeling like you have no control over your own life. You'd feel selfish for dumping all your worries on someone who seems so carefree.

“Well then maybeee, we could do something more fun~? Like paint our naaails, ooor facemasksss~?” they start trying to find something to help you get your mind off those gloomy thoughts and bring some more happiness in.

    ༺☆༻

You've been crying for a good while now, but all of a sudden the tears seem to be hard to get out. Like someone's watching you. But that's nonsense. Your playlist stopped playing about 15 minutes ago and the place where you live is so quiet at night, you'd hear if anyone broke in or even walked around. With a slight shake of your head you dismissed the thought that it's just the innate urge to perform even while completely alone. Maybe you should just get up now and distract yourself with something before going to sleep.

That was until you lifted your head and noticed a certain little lump looking over at you from the cabinet above your head – Ppyong. He looked worried, but also like he's on some important mission.

“The hell, Ppyong? How long have you been there?” you call out at him, slightly annoyed. So that's why you couldn't cry anymore.

“Just a while. The angel attacks aren't as bad, so Majesty Satan allowed me to visit you tonight, aye!” he seemed to get happier, but then his face fell once again,”And then when I couldn't find you anywhere I saw that your bathroom door was locked, so I figured you'd be there, aye! But you were being too quiet so I slid in to see if you're okay.”

“Aw, Ppyong...” you exclaim, absorbing what the little lump just told you, “but why didn't you say something?”

“His Majesty Satan sometimes gets like this too and if anyone disturbs him, he gets very irritated, aye! So I just stood guard, making sure nothing happens to you while you're in such delicate state, aye!” the little red demon flies down to your level, all worries seemingly gone and instead replaced with courage of a knight.

“Aw, that's so very considerate of you, Ppyong!” you can't help but smile. He's too adorable and he meant well. Ppyong's face also seems to light up as well.

“Ugh, okay, let me get out of here and I might find something for you in the fridge.” you start getting out of the bathtub, knowing fully well that you have a whole unopened box of chocolate truffles, that you're happy you've held off on opening.

    ༺☆༻

You're shivering out of nowhere, despite just before your breakdown having taken a steaming shower and the steam filling up the small room shouldn't have escaped this soon. The only time you feel this type of shiver is when you're showering with one of your favorite demons. Wait, maybe..? But if one of them was here, you'd see some sort of silhouette behind the shower curtain. Unless..? Your eyes widen at the sudden realisation, that there's only one demon you know that has the ability to be unseen.

“It's kinda rude to observe people in the shower without them knowing, you know?” you say with irritation lacing your words.

“I-I'm terribly sorry, miss Y/N. I was tasked to check up on you and found you like this. I wasn't sure what to do. I should've announced myself. Please excuse my mistake and overstep of your boundaries.” a silhouette forms on the other side of shower curtain. You can barely make out that Foras' head is bowed down in honest revernce.

“Oh, okay then.” you accept his apology, not in the mood for empty pleasantries.

“If I may inquire, would you kindly share with me what has gotten you into such state?” you can hear the genuine worry and interest in his voice. He wants to help if he's able to.

“Foras, it's nothing and a lot at the same time. Are you sure you want to know? It's kinda a heavy subject.” you ponder if you really want to share all your worries and anxieties with someone. Talking about them feels like letting them win, afterall. As long as they're contained purely in your mind, they can be pushed to the back and ignored, but by voicing them feels like giving them more power.

“Please share. I'm all ears. A problem shared is problem halved.” you can hear the tall demon shift from standing to kneeling on the floor right next to you, the shower curtain being the only divide between the two of you.

    ༺☆༻

The room is quiet save for the soft sound of water dripping from the faucet in front of you. Until it becomes accompanied by the unmistakeably annoying high-pitched buzzing sound of a fly. For a normal person it would mean that their bathroom isn't as well sealed, but you instantly knew that it's not just any normal fly.

The annoying buzzing finally stops when the insect lands right in the bathtub in front of you after having flown multiple circles above your head, as if announcing itself to you. It doesn't stay there for very long though. You're quick to scare it away with your hand since you're not in the mood for Beelzebub's shenanigans right now. Thinking you're alone again, you sigh and close your eyes, resting your head on your knees.

The comfort of being alone doesn't last for long, though. As soon as you're unable to hear the flight of your insect intruder, a strong presence makes itself known behind your back. You don't need to look around to know that it's The Lord of Flies himself.

A slender, tan finger pokes your cheek, but you ignore it. Normally it would maybe make you smile, but not now. Beelzebub lets out a little curious hum and proceeds to poke your cheek few more times. Still finding you unresponsive to his annoying behavior.

“Aw, you're no fun, Y/N! I take the time out of my day to come see you and this is how you are?” a low voice playfully scolds you over your shoulder. Somehow, even with closed eyes you know he's sporting his significant smirk.

“I'm not fun today, Beel. You might as well go do your work instead being here.” you say while turning your head to the other side - away from him, still resting it on your knees with eyes closed. The way he's still so cheerful makes you start feeling slightly angry.

“Hmm... Nah. Id' much rather spend time with you even if you're not fun. At least it's a good excuse for me.” he chuckles and leans over your other shoulder. You're clearly showing multiple cues that you'd prefer to be alone right now, but he chooses to overlook them.

“Cool. Thanks for your support in these hard time, I guess.” you say with an overly sarcastic tone. Seriously, can this guy take a hint?

“Oh, c'mon, don't be like that! Here -” Beelzebub's two strong arms pick you up like nothing and make you lay on his chest, holding you there so you can't escape, “that's better. Now, tell me all that's making you so cranky today, hm?”

    ༺☆༻

You phone has stopped ringing for the third time now. Each of those times you had no energy to even get up and decline the call. It's really late at night, so you can use the excuse that you're just sleeping.

Suddenly there are some pointed knocks at the bathroom door. They sound so forceful and you know exactly who is on the other side of the door.

“Hey, you've been in there for a long time now. You okay in there?” the tired voice of none other than Gusion sounds off.

“Y-yeah, everything's fine...” you try to sound as okay as possible, but the 'fine' comes out more as a loud whisper. Still, the last thing you want is to add another thing to Gusion to worry about.

There's a short quiet pause, making you think he did leave you alone, but instead a swift draft of chilling air finds your trembling figure followed by a quiet thud of a door being closed. The presence of the smartest demon fills the room.

Soon enough the shower curtain is partially pushed away in front of you. Gusion sits on the exposed part of bathtub's edge and peers down at you with compassion in his very tired eyes.

“So, what is going on?” a simple question prompts you to bite your lip and shake your head to stop the tears filling your eyes.

“Hey, hey... Focus on me, okay? Whatever it is, you're strong enough to fight it. It won't win. Even if it's a bit of struggle, you'll crush it, okay?” a gentle hand pushes a wet strand from your face and travels under your chin to lift it up to meet his soft gaze.

“Gus-... I... Am I unlovable?” more eyes spill from your eyes as you search for an answer in his expression.

Gusion's expression turns to one of surprise and worry: “What? Absolutely not. Don't you see all the people and demons around you who adore you?”

“I mean, yeah, but in the grand scheme of things, it's like I can't have anything nice for too long and most people just eventually leave.” you can't contain your tears anymore and your vision gets so blurry, you can't even identify his features in the dimly lit room as his dark hair and clothes become part of the darkness.

“Oh stop saying dumb shit like that and come here.” Gusion's expression is back to his usual as far as you can tell as he simply reaches out for you in the bath and manoeuvres you into his lap, pulling you into a very tight hug.

    ༺☆༻

You've been sitting in the tub for quite some time and the cold is starting to envelope you when the sound of heavy footsteps in your hallway startles you. Yet, in the state that you're in and slowly getting paralysed by the cold, you wouldn't mind at all if someone actually invaded your house. But it's probably one of your demons, who will see that you're not home and go back to Hell. Hopefully.

The footsteps stop in front of the door to your bathroom and then the door flies open as if it wasn't locked in the first place. That's gonna be fun to replace tommorrow.

Just as you're about to turn to your side and give your intruder a piece of your mind, the shower curtain is yanked away to reveal Beleth with a tense expression on his face. It's quiet and still as he takes a drag of his cigarette, analysing the situation. As the cloud of smoke dissipates in the air, the fallen angle drops his blazer on the ground. In a second a towel is placed around your shoulders and you're being carried to your bedroom.

“Wh-what are you doing?” you squeak as you're being set, now dried off, on your bed. The way he handles you feels like you weigh next to nothing.

“Takin' care of ya.” he shrugs and looks around for some piece for clothing for you to put on. The way he dresses you in the oversized t-shirt he found, seems like he does it almost every day. But you suppose that might be because he does similar things while serving Belphegor.

“But-” you're interrupted from your protest by a light slap on your bare ass, “No complainin'.” Blinking away the surprise makes the next few seconds seem like a series of photos telling a story of Beleth picking you back up and laying in your bed, setting you cuddled up next to him.

“So... How 'bout ya tell me 'bout what's worryin' ya pretty lil head?” he lowly purrs when the blanket is pulled over the two of you as he's pulling out another cigarette and lighting it.

    ༺☆༻

“Y/N, is everything okay in there?” a gentle voice calls onto you from behind the locked doors.

You don't answer. You can't answer and even if you tried to assure Morax that you're okay, your voice would betray you. It would surely sound tired and strained from all those silent screams you've let out.

The door opens despite being locked. At least Morax is considerate enough to use magic and not tear through like others would. The sound of soft steps and rustling fabric indicate that the bandaged demon walked in and knelt next to the bathtub. The shower curtain complains a bit as he tries to move the plastic away, but not tugging enough to make the rings fully slide away.

A red-haired bandaged head peeks in to fill in the opening. A kind, pink eye scans over your whole form, looking for any sign of harm that would've caused your silence. You seem to be in good shape. At least physically, that is. Your glassy, puffy eyes tell a different story about your mental state, however. At this moment Morax wishes that Buer - his mental wellness colleague was with him.

“Y/N.” he decides to softly say your name to try and get your attention. It's rare for him to be worried for others, unlike others worrying for him.

Just now you realise, that you're shivering, but thanks to the shower curtain not being fully pulled away, there's still some heat trapped in the shower. You finally look at Morax with your eyes still watery and ready to cry more.

“Morax, I-” your sentence is interrupted by the very same demon reaching above you and wrapping a towel around you like a blanket. As skinny as the healing demon looks, he's able to get up and lift you out of the bathtub while pushing the curtain fully way to sit you on the edge of the tub, kneeling down in front of you again. His hand comes up to your face to move away any wet strands of your hair from your face that have fallen there and stroke your cheek with his thumb.

Meeting your gaze, he slowly gets up and sits next to you as one of his hands comes around your side to pull you into his chest in an embrace.

[fiber-optic-alligator]

(Not a request dw)

Thinking about Knock Out having a busy day healing mechs, hiding evidence of his human friend from everyone (But particularly Shockwave. Eugh.), and even having to track down a relic whilst he's hiding the human in his tanks.

Like, typically he'd have the time to let them out and about, but today was one of those days where he'd have to give them their food/water bagged up. (Bagged up, and lowered down his esophagus on a line so that there isn't a mess left in there. The wrappers get drawn back out when the human is done with them, and everything is kept clean.)

And at the end of it all, when he has a proper moment to himself he retrieves them too. Sets them gently in their mini-habsuite built into his own, and sees to himself. Buffing, polishing, drinking Energon, and finally falling into recharge once he ensures that the human has taken care of themselves as well.

It's... Strange. He's had busy days before, days where keeping what's his contained within the plush, mesh confines of his tanks is simply what he's had to do. But oddly enough, the idea of trapping them like that, and only barely feeling them move around inside of himself. It's not as exciting as it once was. He's come to prefer their banter, their sass, their company over this... weighty resigned silence.

He'll have to do something about their current conditions if he wants to restore them to being as lively as they once were. Just about anything other than letting them go free, of course. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

-Not a Request Anon

Oh I LOVE the idea of Knockout keeping his human in his tank for an extended amount of time. I’ve always been a sucker for that scenario; and the idea that the human doesn’t even squirm anymore. There’s no fighting back, no snarky retorts…just melancholy silence and a miserable stillness to them that has Knockout feeling…worried? Concerned? No, his human is fine. He’s sure of it. But he can tell they aren’t happy. They aren’t even angry. They’re just…numb.

He can’t have that. This was never what Knockout intended. Maybe some much-needed breaks from time in his tank are in order for his human.

[liaarxse]

Get off damn it!

Headcanons

TR characters cuddling with you after a fight

Characters: The Kawata twins (separately), Matsuno Chifuyu, Manjiro Sano

Warnings: None, crack

A/n: This freeky AI bot is giving me way too many ideas.

Souya Kawata

Let's get straight to the point, you know it, he knows it, y'all cuddling after a fight ASAP

Not even a fight, even if it was just a meeting

Y'all cuddling ok? Ok.

He's usually pretty riled up after a fight and has more energy

Tells you all the drama bitch

Literally get out your notepad now

Maybe he let a tear fall here and there, but that's about it

But oh

Ohhh

OHOHOHOHOOOO

God forbid he straight up cries like in that one manga chapter (I can't remember which one it was)

Pray

Even if you don't pray, pray

Even if you are a Satanist, pray

Even if you're a God or a Devil, pray

You and Nahoya both know the shit that's about to go lose

Just stay put and wait for him

He comes to your place as if in a matter of seconds, changing and throwing himself onto you, breaking down

Well, shit.

He's cursing them out, saying how he beat their ass and would do it again, while crying

How?

Idk

Don't ask me they ain't real

But show this boy some love. He deserves it. Caress his scalp, play with his hair, place tender kisses on his face, and just hold him for a bit longer

He'll return the favor as soon as possible.

Nahoya Kawata

Ah, fuck, not again

He gets into a fight every single day

And always comes to your place so you can fix him up

"Hey baby."

"Nahoya your face is literally deformed what the fuck."

Just fix him

Not because he deserves it but because he's annoying as shit and won't leave you alone

Once, he broke your window and crawed into your room at 4 in the morning to tend his wounds

He paid for your therapy sessions dw

Since he's 24/7 injured, he always smells like blood

Like, ew?

Once he came by after a nasty fight all injured and blooded up

You gagged

LMAOOOOO

"Fuck you."

"Sure."

🤡

He always throws his bloody ass on your new sheets, and you go BERSERK

You once hit him in the head cough Deja Vu cough with a broom because he ruined your sheets

He smirked at that comment

You kicked him outside

He crawled back in and trapped you in a hug

That lasted all night

"Nahoya let go I need to pee."

"Bitch hold it in."

He loves you, i swear

Matsuno Chifuyu

Blooded your sheets on accident

Don't be mad please

Here, pet Peke J

You mad?

You don't get to pet Peke J

Loser\j

In all honesty, he's reckless.

Every. Fucking. Time. He comes by the next day you're restocking on aid supplies.

Stg he better start paying up

Once called you in the middle of a fight with his nose bleeding and a few bruises on his face

"I'm coming over later, babe!"

"MATSUNO HOLY SHI—"

He hung up

Your ass went CRAZY before he came knocking on your door

He was injured

A lot

Really

Is he half dead?

Will he make it through the night?

Will—

Hey he brought Peke J!

Everything Is fine

He cleaned up before cuddling with you but still managed to dirty your sheets

"You're lucky my son is here."

"That's my son, pussy."

Y'all love Peke J more than your relationship/j

He changed your sheets and went back to cuddling you

If needed he'll buy new ones

Baby boy, baby 🫶

Manjiro Sano

Bfr, you woke up, and your boyfriend was sleeping right next to you, beaten up

You screamed

He screamed

You threw a book at him

He got a concussion

Great, more blood

"Damn it Manjiro I just bought these sheets!"

"Are you insane?"

Maybe lol

After leaving the room you still felt the smell of blood.

Looking down you saw your favourite pj smeared with droplets of blood from none other than MIKEY

He had cuddled you while you slept personally in blooded clothes

You chased him with a pan

Seven AM the usual morning line-up

Start on the chores and sweep till the floor's all cleEeeeeEN

Imagine Mikey as Rapunzel though

Them dark impulses gon kick in hard up inside that tower

Give him love too, please, #helptakemichiwiththesemessedupbastards

[bellaofthevalley]

Pomefiore: Family Ties

i love my delusions lmao ne ways this is also another cutesy platonic one ig? def not yan or romantic but for content warnings: abandonment, surgery but it's not detailed at all dw and that's about it me thinks. reader is described using she/her. truthfully speaking this was written for a friend but for them we just usually use Darling instead of y/n, but i changed it to [name] here lol. ne ways ENJOY

Eric Schoenheit is merely walking back home from work when his life is forever changed.

During his whole life, Eric has been many things; a son, a friend, a student, a graduate and then the owner of his own successful business. But if he was asked him which title is he the proudest of, he'd pause for a few seconds, and then smile fondly. 

Eric Schoenheit’s proudest title is that he is a father. 

And being a father, one that dearly loves his son, Vil, is the very reason he pauses his steps halfway home. It's late at night, heavy snow blanketing the empty streets as everyone remains in the warmth of their home to prepare for their winter breaks, and that's when he hears the cries. 

Heartbreaking, weak, childish cries and sobs echo through the street, coming from between two abandoned buildings. He shouldn't check, he should simply inform the police… 

But he is a father now, and those sobs strike a chord deep within him. 

Many years later, he'll still pat himself on the back for going into that alleyway. 

Because if he had not gone inside, how else would he have found his second child, his sweet daughter, his dear [Name]? 

+++

What Eric finds first, is an egg. 

The egg is bigger than an ostrich egg, and it's also in shades of what could have once been pink and white, but now it was too dirty for him to be fully sure of its colour. The egg was also cracked- 

And there was a baby held within the broken shells, the one causing the cries. Eric’s eyes had widened upon seeing her, quickly kneeling down with his hands hovering over the egg. “Oh- oh dear-” he mumbles in frantic worry, unsure what he should do. This was a fae child, but… 

No chance for him to overthink it, because the baby heard him and was now reaching her skinny, emaciated little hands up towards him, her cries desperate and weak. 

Eric did not stop to think, to look closer to see if she was injured or- or if he could try to see what type of fae she at least might be. All his mind could focus on was her cries, and that she was alone and too thin, far too thin and light and he needs to get her to a hospital- 

She was gnawing on his clothes. Desperately, hungrily, gnawing on his clothes and sputtering on her cries as she realizes that there's no food. Two, strange… things keep poking Eric’s chin, but he doesn't give them much thought for now because he's too busy wrapping the little baby within his coat, shushing her softly. 

“We'll go to a hospital now, sweetie,” he mumbles to her, beginning to walk much, much faster after ensuring she's covered. She's back to gnawing on his clothes despite knowing it's not food, and his heart aches for her. “And you'll feel much better. I promise.” 

+++ 

Eric truly feels as if his life has been upturned in the last few days. 

The little baby- the little girl he had found is apparently a dragon fae, and that, by itself, was already a big shock. And then he is told, while watching her be hooked to several machines with nurses attempting to calm her because he wasn't allowed to be in the room at that moment, that she isn't a baby- an infant. She's barely a toddler, almost the same age as his own son who is being watched by his trusted nanny. 

From what Eric had understood, she had severe growth issues. Dragon eggs only hatch from the love and care of their parents, but she was all alone for at least long enough that her body forced her to grow- and grow twisted horns in a desperate, last attempt to break out of the egg and call out for anyone to help her. The same twisted horns that they'll have to do reconstruction surgery on to avoid any problems in the future for her. 

It was too soon for him to consider it, but… Eric thought that Vil perhaps would not mind a sibling, a little sister. But he wouldn't rush; if Vil really, truly didn't want to, Eric would simply ensure child protection services and the hospital would take good care of the little girl. 

In a few days, if no one comes forward about her, he'll bring Vil to meet her. He hopes it'll go well, but for now… 

“You may enter now, Mr. Schoenheit.” the nurse tells him, and he is quick to step inside, immediately coming close to the little girl.

She looks even smaller now; most of her body has been wrapped in a warm blanket, and the rest was only bare for the many needles and IVs hooked onto her. But she was also asleep, her fingers twitching slightly when Eric held her tiny little hand. 

“Tell me everything.” he demands, voice quiet as to not disturb the little girl’s rest. Even if she may not join their little family… he'll take care of her for now. 

+++

“No, no!” little Vil pouts, shaking his head and a little furrow to his brows. “Not like this!” 

Eric watches the scene with a small, amused smile, not saying anything yet. 

His sweet daughter, [Name], also pouts. “But how?” she whines, stomping her foot. He's glad to see her slowly return to her liveliness; her horn reconstruction surgery had not been easy, and he knows she'd been stressing about how they'll look once they can take the bandages off, whether they'll match her tail or not. 

The doctors had told him dragons were naturally on the prouder and vain side. This also applied to his daughter, even if she may not ever reach a particularly imposing height for dragons. 

Regardless, Eric loves her all the same. Not once during these years has he regretted adopting her, and he knows Vil absolutely adores her and loves having a sister he can play and act with- even if she doesn't want to be famous like he does. 

“Here, hold this.” Vil says, pushing her favourite plushie into her arms so she can hold it. She's immediately smiling, her milky white tail and pink spikes at the end of her tail swishing behind her, and hugs her plushie warmly. Vil also beams, proud of himself. “Perfect! Papa, take our picture now!” 

Eric chuckles, bending down and holding the camera at the right angle. “As you wish…. And there you go.” 

Quickly, both Darling and Vil rush towards him to look at the pictures. [Name] makes an ooh’ing sound, while Vil only smiles. 

“Can we hang this one in my room, please papa?” she asks sweetly, not letting her plushie go. But her other hand is intertwined with Vil’s, always finding comfort in her brother. “I like it.” 

“Do you, now?” he chuckles, gently cupping her cheek rather than patting her head like he would've usually done. “We'll pick a frame and then we'll print the pictures out, alright?” 

“I want this printed, too!” Vil decides, smiling at the forehead kiss he gets. “I'll… add it to my albums, though. I don't want to hang it.” 

“That's alright.” Eric nods his head, and then reaches to pick both of them into his arms. It makes them squeal and laugh, and gets a chuckle out of him as well. “How about we get some ice cream before Vil's audition?” And before Vil can lecture him on the over consumption of sweets with [Name] backing her brother up despite her own love for the treat, Eric clarifies more. “The healthy kind of ice cream we have, not the ones in the shops.”

And just like that, both of his children are eagerly nodding their heads. 

“I'll hold it for you!” [Name] promises Vil when they're at the audition hall. His hands are clammy, despite him constantly wiping them with clean tissues offered by his father. That's why she is offering to hold his ice cream cup for him, her plushie forgotten in the face of helping her brother. She'd even forgone her shyness in crowds and isn't hiding behind Vil or Eric like she'd usually do. 

He's done many auditions before, but this one… this one is the most important for him. He's happy his sister and father are with him, for this moment. 

Eric bends down, gently squeezing Vil’s shoulders. “Breathe with me, champ. You got this, alright? [Name] and I will be here for you regardless of what happens, I promise.” 

“Y- yeah!” [Name] can't help but stutter, her tail curling around herself because some of the staff were looking at them. But she has to do this, for her brother Vil. She reaches her hands out for him, squeezing him in a hug. “We'll always be here for you, brother.” 

And Vil… Vil does not hesitate a single second before he is hugging her back, soothed so much. Their father's arms wrap around them both, pulling them into his embrace. “...Love you, sister.” 

He does not think it, but a part of him knows that this moment will remain in his memory forever. 

+++

“You look pretty.” Vil reassures his sister, gently tugging on the hood of her custom ceremonial robes. He can sense her nervousness simply by seeing that she's hidden her tail and her nails are tapping her own stomach. “You'll be fine, sister. I'm right here with you. We're both going to get sorted together. ” 

His sister nods, aiming to give him a confident smile. He isn't lying; she truly looks pretty, her makeup simple but enhancing her, and her beloved horns gleaming. They were also milky white, with a pink gradient at the tip that paled as it came down to the base. What was special about them were the golden-filled lines from the surgery, gleaming prettily and a source of pride for her. 

She’d pulled herself free from her egg, and her horns were proof of that. 

Her face falls as more people slowly enter the hall, preparing for the sorting ceremony. Her hands quickly latch onto his sleeves, eyes nervously shifting. “Vil…” 

His face softens, and he pulls her into a hug, her face buried in his chest. Though he does shoot a glare at some of the freshmen that stare a little too long. “Deep breaths, [Name]. Don't stress, your big brother is here.”

She nods her head shakily, shudders going through her. There are too many scents, too much talking and murmuring, but Vil's embrace muffles it all. She feels so wholly protected, one of her favourite feelings in the whole world. 

“Always?” she asks, just to be sure. Her voice wavers, and her eyes are pleading. 

Vil smiles, and kisses her forehead. “Always.”

Masterpost

[jellyfishoreo1206]

OVERSTIMULATING PRISMO/SCARAB

NSFW, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Prismo

You can't fuck a beam of light but what you can do is fuck the 3D human manifesting of himself

Very sensitive in general, touch him and he'll shiver (in a good way)

He'll always have some sort of contact when doing the deed with you

He's so touch-starved

Blushes very easily too

I cannot stress this enough

WHINES, WHIMPERS EVEN

You can't convince me otherwise, he whines at the start, during and at the end

His whimpers are so beautiful omg

HE'S A WHORE FOR YOU (affectionately)

Also, Bottom Vibes™

TRANS PRISMO

He got that Primussy

Would 200% preferred to be eaten out until he squirts several times all over your tongue

Though he doesn't mind you drilling into him and making him turn dumb with your name being the only thing spilling out of his mouth (dw afab ppl, he's ecstatic with pegging too)

Just makes him more addicted to the feeling

Though if it's to much you two have a safe word

Can you guess what it is?

It's Pickles

"Fu—uuck- t-to muCH~!" Prismo laid his back against the wood of the jacuzzi, arching his hips further into your mouth despite his protests as your tongue circled around that sensitive little button of his, right above his entrance. Sweat was forming on his forehead as he strained to keep his eyes focused on you, right in-between his thighs. Oh Glob you looked so good between his thighs, eating him out as if you were starved fpr months on end and had a mouth-watering three course meal laid out in front of you.

His vision was slightly blurry from the tears of pleasure forming, moans leaving his mouth in strings as you give a hard suck to his sex, squeezing his eyes closed as he threw his head back. Legs trembled from all the pleasure, the hand in your hair tugging at the strands gently as he squirms underneath you, drool begining to drip from his mouth.

The familiar sensation of a knot was starting to form within his stomach, making him feel hot all over as more sweat starts to form, pants and gasps mixing in with his moans. A particularly loud yelp leaves his bruised lips when suddenly two fingers were inserted into his heat. You continued to suck and lick at his clit with passion, pumping them in and out of him at a delicious pace that makes his eyes roll back.

Angling your fingers you rub at the one spot that turns him into a babbling mess, bringing up your other hand to rub at his clit to give your mouth a break. A string of salvia and his arousal form, a curse falling from your lips as you admired your work. The inside of his thighs were absolutely soaked with his sticky juices and previous orgasms as his hips desperately moved themselves more into your touch, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as the sound of his whimpers graced your ears.

He was such a piece of work, so beautiful right in front of you like this.

Mouth open as a avalanche of sounds escape into the cube, piercing blue eyes filled with tears as he tries to keep his attention on you, smooth tan skin glistening with sweat as his breathing becomes uneven, pink curly hair a absolute mess; he was just so beautiful underneath you like this.

The pulsing and squeezing of his walls gives away how close he is, at this point he was riding your fingers trying to get himself up to that burning white pleasure. Lidded eyes watched him as you assisted him by mumbling words of praise by his ear, leaving bites and hickey's anywhere on his skin that was available. Everything to get him closer to that edge.

"CoM-ComiNG!" Loud whimpers spill out of his mouth, his arousal squirting all over you and himself, making another mess. You continued to pump your fingers inside of him making sure to ride out his high, spongy walls convulsing around your digits as small noises leave his throat.

"That's it baby, that's it~" Once his breathing started to become even you slowly slipped out your fingers, a whine leaving his lips from the extreme sensitivity as they dragged over those small crevices inside of himself.

"Such a messy boy," You cooed, placing small kisses all over his face while he recovers from the pleasure, eyes begining to focus on his surroundings, "Was that okay? I didn't go to far right?" Prismo swallowed all the salvia that was building up in his mouth, looking over at you with a small smile on his face as he shook his head no. "It was perfect, babe. Now help me up I don't think I'll be able to walk."

"I only ate you out?" You teased, a grin taking place.

"Yeah and I'm pretty sure my legs will fall right under me."

"Yeah yeah, okay."

He gets very needy for you

For your touch too

And it's always whenever you are trying to work

So usually whenever he gets needy, you'll just push a toy into him to shut him up or at least satisfy him until you're done

Usually it's a control vibrator, sometimes a dildo for him to ride on if you feel like it

Oh he absolutely loves it

Loves it even more when you watch him get off on it and come several times from it

If he feels like you take to long he'll start begging you to join him, even moan your name in the most sluttiest way he can to persuade you

It never really works, but goddamn does he sound so adorable when he's begging for you

Whimpers fill the dim bedroom as the sound of bedsheets wrinkling meets your ears, the only thing lighting up the room being a single lamp on top your desk as the moon shines through the window. You write away at the papers that scattered the desktop, organizing them into different piles to get through with it quicker in order to turn them in before the deadline you were given.

Unfortunately, Prismo got needy and kept distracting you. Glancing over at the bed, you watch as Prismo laid on his stomach, drooling as he looks up at you with lust filled eyes, hips grinding down on the dildo that was stuffing his cunt so deliciously. Nearly filling him up to the brim. The wet sounds that filled the room made you groan, starting to feel your core swirl in deep arousal as you continued to watch with lidded eyes.

It was quite literally music to your ears when you listened to his struggling whimpers as he attempted to fit the dildo inside of him at first, only being able to take about 5 centimeters of it before crying out how thick it was. He was able to get the rest of it in eventually with enough lube and praise, the stretch of it making him feel so full and stuffed it made him see stars.

Whines flood the room once he realizes that you were paying attention to him, his movements starting to speed up as desperate moans of your name leave his mouth, begging you to join him or at least touch him. It's pathetic, in a cute way, he's probably cummed like what, two times already? Such a whore he was, and yet here he was begging for you to touch him.

A burst of pleasure shoots out throughout Prismo's body, the sounds of his third orgasm echoing throughout the room as his juices stain the already soaked bedsheets, "nGH~! O-oh g—goLB!" He whimpers, eyes shut tightly as he rides out his high as best as he could, continuing to grind down on the toy even after his high passed. The little shocks of overstimulation are just so addictive, feeling his walls flutter around the silicone of the toy and feeling the veins of it scrape against his walls.

"Look at you, such a pretty whore." Standing up from the desk, you walk over to the bed watching as he continues to pleasure himself as you approach, his thighs becoming shaky. Once close enough you grab his chin, the feeling of his stubble brushing against the skin of your palm, gently stroking a thumb against his flushed cheek as you stared into those tear filled eyes of his.

"You think you can come for me one more time?"

I love submissive whimpering characters

Scarab

A freak in the sheets

Literally

He hasn't thought about the idea of overstimulation, cause he hasn't done the hanky panky with anyone

Fucking nERD

A virgin if you will

He can't really do anything in his actual form, his suit it quite literally his exoskeleton

I'd guess he would resort to his human form if he had too

Unless he has sensitive spots around his exoskeleton (referencing that one AO3 fic by SimonPretrikovsWife thank you for gracing us with such a masterpiece 🙏🙏🙏)

Like Prismo, sensitive as well

And touch-starved

But confused on what to do

So you would probably have to take the lead for this one

Though since this is most likely his first time you'd probably have to hold back on overstimulating him when you guys do the deed

Doesn't mean you can't bring the idea back up when you guys have done it a few times >:)

Also controversial, but I believe he also whimpers but not as much as Prismo

"Can I keep going?"

Currently as of now, Scarab's human form laid right in front of you in your bed, clothes discarded all around the room except for his boxers. His pale skin was flushed a bright red, avoiding eye contact as they shyly nodded at the question. He looks so beautiful, especially with the setting sun coloring his body with yellows, pinks, and oranges, as he lays down underneath you with pillows and blankets scattered all around him.

Scarab had actually brought up the idea of getting more intimate with each other, though he had no idea what he was doing though since this was his first time actually going further with someone. Beforehand, you two made sure what the other wanted and what not to do unless they verbally said so, even coming up with a safe word in case it gets to much for them and gets overwhelmed.

"Okay, just relax baby.. I'll start off slow."

Smoothing your hands over their bare chest, you hear a gasp leave him when your fingers softly brushed over his perked nipple, a shiver going throughout their nerves. Smirking, you bring your fingers back up to the nipple, gently circling it at a teasing pace before pinching it softly with your index and thumb, further extracting a soft moan from the auditor beneath you, head thrown back into the pillows surrounding the two of you.

Just like himself, his moans are absolutely beautiful, watching as they rubbed their pale thighs together from the arising pleasure in his boxers and the look of lust becoming more prominent in their dark eyes.

"More.." Came the breathy response of Scarab, shy demeanor pushed to the side as they look up at you with lidded eyes.

Moving your hand further down, it hovers over the wet spot that was beginning to form in their boxers, a sound of embarrassment coming from Scarab as he covers their face only to peek through their fingers to watch your movements. Testing the waters, you merely palm at the spot at a slow pace, watching for any negative reactions. So far, none, as Scarab let's out a mirage of small moans and, believe it or not, whimpers.

Putting a little bit more pressure into palming, you start to feel small twitches through the fabric, the sounds Scarab was making seeming to become more higher in pitch the more time you spent. In a matter of seconds he was putty underneath you, lifting up their hips to feel more, a unfamiliar knot starting to form in their "stomach".

"I f-feel st—strANge..!"

"Let it happen, baby.." Scarab didn't know what they were expecting, but the sheer amount of pleasure they felt when that knot finally popped was an experience that nothing else can be compared to. Everything sounded so fuzzy, eyesight seeming to black out for a few seconds while his mind was consumed by the aftershocks of the pleasure.

When he was conscious of his own again, they found themselves staring up at the ceiling when you walked through the door with a glass of water and towel in hand. "You alright? You seemed out of it for a bit.." It was a simple question, an easy question that Scarab can answer.

"Yes..it was quite the experience.."

"Good or bad?"

Taking a sip of the water, Scarab thought over the overall idea of the experience, stringing together the words to give an exact replica of what he felt as you cleaned them up, being mindful of how sensitive he might be.

"...Good, very good."

After coming once he is all tuckered out for the first few times

And it's because of the lack of physical touch he has never experienced for centuries on end

If they were to go another round he would be overwhelmed and it might even hurt for them

But after a few times he's adjusted to it, even sometimes having enough energy to return the favor

Make sure he's comfortable and asking if he's okay during it

Praise makes this little bug so weak omg

Makes his stomach(?) flutter with butterflies

They deserve the whole world

Moans echoed around the room, Scarab in his bug form leaning against you while your hand was in-between their legs. Your hand was starting to cramp up from how fast you were moving your hand in circles. Doesn't matter right now though, Scarab's pleasure first.

Just not to long ago, you found out Scarab had a few sensitive spots all along his exoskeleton, you found out while cuddling them and accidentally brushed your leg up against their crotch, a visible shiver going throughout their body and a tiny sound escaping behind that mask of his.

"Glob..! I'm clo–osee!" Speeding up, you watched in awe at the auditor in front of you. Back arched, hands grabbing onto your arms in a vice grip, head thrown back, thighs clamping together making sure your hand isn't going anywhere. Glob they are such a beauty, they always are.

A particularly loud moan comes from him, his whole entire body spasming as if stuck by lighting, wings fluttering. Heavy breathing could be heard from behind the mask, eyes closed as their face faced the ceiling, recovering from the orgasm. Assuming his high rode down after rubbing small circles, you pulled your hand away from in between their legs, the cramps starting to be more present now that it was not moving anymore.

"Mm n-no.."

Looking up, his head was turned the other way, clutching at the sleeves of your shirt tightly as to make sure your hand didn't go any further. You waited for them to elaborate.

"I..I want to try the uh," He attempts to find the words for it, his facial expression seeming to become more embarrassed as glowing orbs of yellow dart all around the room, avoiding your eyes. You wait patiently, bringing the unoccupied hand up to their face as a way to comfort them. It seemed to work, their shoulders slumping a bit, leaning into the warmth of your hand, antenna seeming to relax from their upright position.

"Do you remember when you wanted to try overstimulation?"

It doesn't take a genius to know where he's getting at. "Are you sure?"

Scarab seemed hesitant, though as confident as he could, nodded a yes. Being given the go ahead, you pulled them onto your lap, a yelp leaving him in the process as their hands shoot for your shoulders. With a leg in-between their legs and your hands on their hips, you made sure to start off slow, moving them back and forth on your thigh.

Since they had an orgasm not to long ago, Scarab was still feeling the slight after shocks of it, the pleasure seeming to be more intense for him as little whimpers left his throat.

"Glob you look so pretty like this, did you know that? So pretty whimpering for me while I pleasure you.." The praise seemed to fuel him even more, as they started to grind down on your thigh to feel more of that delicious friction rubbing against their core. It made his mind dizzy with pleasure, pants and moans spilling out as they hold onto you for support, back arched.

It seemed the knot in their stomach formed much faster when they came the first time, his moans becoming more frequent as their grip on your shoulders tightens. A strip of salvia slipped out underneath their mask, his antenna and wings twitched in correspondence to the immense pleasure.

He was always insecure about the features of his true form, seeing them as "weird" and "anomalies" due to the amount of comments that he was told by his higher ups (FUCK YOU ORBO), leading to them hiding them away for years on end without ever showing them, even in private. Though with enough time and praise, they've soon come to see what you saw in them, beauty. It felt nice, after centuries of keeping them hidden, though they only do it in private or with you around due to the fear of the comments from others. You guys are working on it though.

The knot seemed to have gotten tighter, his breathing starting to become heavy as they feel themselves tipping over the edge, variations of your name spilling out as they slowly grow more aroused.

"G–gLOB! Close..! CLoS–e..!" Oh he turned into an absolute mess whenever it came to your touch. They swear that you have to be some type of deity to be able to put them in such a state, to be able to make them sound they way they do as of now.

"Is my beautiful Scarab already close?" You purred, one of your hands roaming up towards their chest, gently brushing at the blood red exoskeleton of theirs as another whine left them, leaning more into your warmth. "Such a good little bug.." The praise gave Scarab the final push he needed to the edge as they finally came, wings fluttering like a hummingbirds with a waterfall of noises leave their mouth.

Slowing down, you watched in awe as he flopped onto you, heaving heavily as they recover from such a experience though it seems that it may have drained quite a bit of energy from them..

Gently nudging them once their breathing evened out, his eyes peeked open, pupils a light shade of purple as they make direct eye contact with you. "Do you want to clean up now or do you wanna rest up first?" Saying it in a hushed tone, you already knew your answer when they closed their eyes again, melting into your body to absorb the warmth radiating off your body. Chucking, you placed a small kiss onto his forehead, pulling the sheets over you two as the both of you bathed in the afterglow.

As I said, I love submissive whimpering characters

(do not point out the fact that I accidentally rushed Scarabs part 😭😭)

[clearheartsgreyflowerss]

A doctor's touch- Baizhu x fem!reader

this is so damn self indulgent and not really as much of a fic but more just my thoughts on Baizhu, so like slightly suggestive? That's like the only warning I have other than this is NOT proofread and will just be word vomit

Once again if you see grammar mistakes no you don't :)

I am 100% under the belief that Baizhu is a touchy person, like he will not get his hands off you. Before you two started dating he would leave little fleeting touches, to your shoulders, to your hands, to your thighs, etc. he just loves the feeling of your skin, even if for a few seconds.

When you two do start dating, good luck trying to get away from him. He will do everything holding your hand, with you in his lap, or just the two of you pressed close together, he just wants to always be near you!

Also he's a doctor, I know he's good with his hands. If he's not busy he will give you massages, and God I'm sure they're the best you'll ever have. He knows exactly where to put pressure and where not to, I'm sure he knows your body better than his own.

His favorite body part is definitely your thighs, he just loves how squishy and soft they are! If he has a break with you he will definitely lay his head on them, changsheng honestly is a little annoyed bc that means she actually has to move off his shoulders.

Speaking of Changsheng, she's totally a fan of you. even if she likes to complain, she does that about everyone, she does it significantly less about you dw :)

I mean this is a pretty obvious thing but he is the best person to be around when you're sick. I mean you literally live in a pharmacy with a doctor, he'll have you feeling better as fast as possible. Aside from the obvious though, I can see him actually being somewhat distraught while you're sick, not enough for anyone else to notice but changsheng, but still.

"Baizhu, you are well aware I don't like being around your neck if your hair is down." Changsheng started to slither up his arm, but stopped as she got closer to his neck. She hissed a little, before he raised his arm to meet her eyes.

"my apologies Changsheng, I've just been a little busy this morning." He walks over to the counter in the storage area of Bubu pharmacy, where he puts her down and then walks out of the room. She hisses once more, but curls up and waits for him to return.

He comes back into the room a few minutes later with his hair done, though changsheng can tell it wasn't done with his normal precision.

"You know [Name] just has a common fever, correct? I can tell that's what's bothering you."

"I am well aware, and it isn't bothering me, I don't know what you are talking about." Changsheng let out a grumble as she makes her way back up his arm and around his shoulders.

"you may be able to fool her, but you cannot fool me."

On the flip side, he is a NIGHTMARE to deal with if he is sick (well, more sick than he normally is). I mean he's literally dying, what's a little bit of extra coughing going to do to him? You are actually going to have to lock him in his room. Or lock yourself in there with him, at least you'll keep him occupied for longer till he tries to escape back to work.

He also will refuse to admit he's sick, like changsheng is at a point where shes begging you to make him lie down for a day or two. Yet he continues to brush off both of you, he always insists there is more work to be done. Even if you get him out right to admit that he's sick, he's still gonna try and take care of himself. He'll try to find all the medicine himself, make his own food etc., just because he doesn't want you to get sick too.

Back to him being touchy (sorry I was talking to my friend while I was writing they brought the being sick thing up) anyway, I think even if he's touchy, he's not a big fan of PDA. Like if you two are just around bubu pharmacy he will always be at the very least holding your hand, but when you two are out and about that's like the most he will do. It's not that he's embarrassed, he just doesn't find it necessary. If you two are out you're probably doing stuff, there's no need to be slowed down by constant touch (though if that's something you want he definitely isn't against it >:3)

THIS IS FOR ALL MY POLY PEOPLE IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT JUST SKIP THIS PARAGRAPH

I believe Baizhu would be open to being in a polyamorous relationship, whether that means both of you are just in an open relationship or you both have a third partner, he definitely doesn't care. I don't think he gets jealous easily, so if you bring another partner around he will welcome them very easily. He does tend to get defensive though, if he believes that one of your other relationships is hurting you, he will tell you what he thinks.

Anyway yeah I thought this was gonna be longer but guess who fucking forgot Tumblr existed! My finals were so stressful and honestly writing even after I was done with them also felt stressful, so I took another break. Hopefully I can get back into writing this summer, (may write some kind of birthday fic bc my birthday was a week ago). I hope y'all are enjoying the shit that I post, I know it's so inconsistent and random, but we're almost at 60 followers which is crazy to me, like the fact that 60 of you like my shitty thoughts enough to follow me is so crazy I love all of you sm :3

Also I'm so sorry if this is unreadable I finished it without looking back at anything that I wrote last so uhhh sorry if I repeated any thoughts.

Daily click to help those in Palestine

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hii I was wondering if you could do some bill x s/o with adhd? No pressure!! Love all your works xx

(Hello! So sorry for the wait and I tried my best to do research for ADHD bc I don't have it, as far as I'm concerned, but ty for requesting and enjoy!)

Bill Kaulitz x ADHD!Reader

He can be a bit surprised on how hyper you can get

Or how you can do so many things at once

He tries to keep your attention on him so much but boy is struggling a bit

He loves you though

He has to hold your hand wherever y'all go as to not lose you

He knows you can be a bit impulsive

But so can he!

You both practically are the same person, he just watches over you more than him!

He helps you if you ever feel bad about your ADHD

He knows you can't control it and will never let you feel bad or guilty about it

He'll take it if it means you come along with it

He once got annoyed with you before he knew about your ADHD and felt like shit when you told him

He was actually interested in learning about it when you opened up to him about it

He asked the questions he needed, got up and shrugged it off

It didn't phase him, he cared about you and in no way was it a deal breaker

You often forget things and he's like a mom friend with it

"Do you have (blank)? What about- okay, I have one for you."

He always has whatever you lost no matter what somehow

Even if you forget things

It can be a little frustrating at times if you forget stuff a lot

But dw, he will remind you or write it on your hand or arm to help you remember

If you have a hard time listening, and can't really focus on stuff he will do his best

Like to help you refocus or give you breaks to do what you want before going back to what's at hand

Let's you do practically want you want but responsibility

You're a bit impulsive and can be random, so he's like a running mother after a run away at times but it's okay

He makes Tom, Gustav and Georg understand about how your brain works and to not be upset if you lose or forget something

He'll kill them if they do, even if he understands

If you make little mistakes and get sad or get worried, he'll do his best to help you relax

It's just a tiny mistake, no worries

Hell help you fix it as fast as you can

He has to tug you back into life a few times because your mind wanders

You keep him up and running though

[stardust-poet]

°•Zenitzu Agatsuma Dating Hcs•°

°•~《☆》~•°

A/n: this was requested by a friend :)

I probably won't be doing any demon slayer hcs after this soo... enjoy what you can!! Also the first few of these are their hcs in my own words!!

Warnings: curse words ig

°•~《☆》~•°

He has a overbite

Technically nothing to do with your relationship

But according to The Friend, it's Canon soo...

He makes you flower crowns

All the time.

Sad? Flower crown.

Mad at him? Flower crown.

Doing absolutely nothing at all? Flower crown.

Not just any flower crown

He would go out of his way to find your favorite flower

Cuz he loves you so much

He mightve just got back from doing God knows what

He's tired, worn out, exhausted.

But he's like

'Oh shit I have to make my s/o a flower crown.'

No matter how much you insist on him getting at least a one hour nap

He is making you that flower crown.

He probably makes you more than just flower crowns too

Any sort of craft he'll make for you

Probably matching bracelets tbh.

He will get scared at the most minor things

Snake? Scared.

Dog that seems slightly unfriendly? Scared.

Spider? Terrified.

But if your scared too?

He is a changed man

He is killing that spider like it was nothing

That snake actually isn't poisonous dw

Just step around the dog he can't hurt you

He spends all his free time with you

Every spare second he has is with you

He loves you so so so so much

He tells you he loves you every second and every day

In the mornings, afternoon, night

He's telling you just how much you mean to him

I mean full paragraphs long of how much he loves you

He will make a 100 slide power point presentation on why he loves you

(This has definitely happened once.)

He'll get anything for you too

If you need something, anything on short notice

You better believe he is rushing to get it

Anything for you

Because I'm like 90% positive this man has abandonment issues

Anyways

Like anything you do makes him short-circut

Like if you smile at him

Zenitzu.exe has stopped working

Kiss on the cheek

He's giggling deliriously

A long press to his lips

He's frozen for about 30 minutes

I mean he's just head over heels for you

Which could be a weakness for him

...

You've gotta remind this boy to put himself first sometimes

He needs that self care

And if someone else starts flirting with you

Or talking to you at all

He's right behind you

Just. Glaring sharp, sharp daggers at this person

if they make you uncomfortable

And you start getting fidgety, moving away

...

He's having a 'talk' with them

You stop him from killing anybody dw

He would kill someone for you tho

If he's ever on his own somewhere

Every second he's like

'I miss my wife/husband/spouse'

Even if you two aren't married

There isn't a difference to him

He marrying you. Period.

Like you can't leave him.

I mean one day of you do decide to break up with him (don't you fucking dare.)

He's just like 'nuh uh.'

"If you're tired of me, take a break. Spend some time alone. Then come back."

But let's be honest he's crying on the inside

He just can't lose you.

°•~《☆》~•°

That's all I'm feeding you.

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Just cuddles and kisses

Established Minho x ace!fem!reader

Set during tmr (movieverse)

Summary: Minho and reader just started dating, and she's a little worried about being ace (dw it all works out in the end)

Note: this fic is technically a continuation of Classic, but it can also be read as a standalone. Classic was initially in the same post as this, but I separated the parts to make them shorter

Warnings: internalised aphobia?? not really but just in case, language (Glader slang)

You've been dating Minho for a while now, and it's a long time before you have to address... it. As happy as you are, you're pretty nervous about having a relationship with Minho.

While you haven't really gone 'public' yet, you know that it's only a matter of time before the other Gladers find out.

When that happens, there's gonna discussions about your relationship and invasive questions and ugh, you just don't want to deal with it.

You're mainly scared for the bolder Gladers to ask about being physical. Minho hasn't said anything about sex yet, but the topic has got to come up sooner or later, and you stress yourself out at night waiting for that conversation.

You've known for a while that sex is... completely off the table for you, and you're scared that he'll want to leave you because of that. You know Minho isn't the type of guy to make a big deal out of it, and he'll be really nice about it at least for the first bit. But after a while, you're sure that having a sexless relationship will get old real fast.

You confided in Newt about it once, and he advised you to just talk it out with Minho.

That's easier said than done, though. You know that, respectful as he is, Minho is still a teenage boy with teenage hormones in a Glade where you're the only girl.

Plus, you already know that he's just holding back for you. He's pulled away from making out on multiple occasions because of a problem... further south, and you know that he's waiting for you to be ready.

He's being patient, and it's great, but the issue is that you'll never be ready. For you, sex is something you neither need nor want.

It's been alright so far, since you've just ignored the problem and kept the relationship limited to the kisses and little dates you manage to pull together in such a restricted space.

But, it all comes to a head one day when you're spending a late night in the Runners hut.

When you've both gotten tired of poring over the maps, Minho starts leaning in to drop light kisses around your face. You giggle as his lips brush against your jawline.

You love it when he does that, because it gives you a heads up that you're probably gonna be making out soon. And he's not even doing it with that intention, it's just a cute thing he does when he's bored with work.

You turn to him, forgoing the maps as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in to deepen the kiss.

That's when things start to get a little too heated, and it all goes to shit.

He's moving his hands around more than usual, and he's brushing over your ass and chest in a way that may or may not be intentional; you can't really tell.

Either way, you're hyperaware of every point of contact, and it starts to be too much. You can feel your heartrate speeding up, not in the good way, and-

"Y/n." Minho breaks away from the kiss and gently cups your face with a hand. "Hey, you with me?"

You nod and give him a smile, leaning in again, but he pulls back. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine."

"Ohh. Is this about... being physical?" he realises. "Listen, we can take as much time as-"

You back away, shaking your head. "I don't-" Your voice catches as you try to speak, and your vision starts to blur. Shuck, now you're crying.

You tilt your head up, staring at the roof as you blink rapidly.

"Y/n, hey. Just come and sit." You let him guide you to the table. "Talk to me, please."

You take a deep breath... and still no words come out. You close your eyes, processing your thoughts first before speaking.

"I don't... want sex." You meet his eyes as you tell him the truth. "As in; ever. I just- it's not an option for me. The thought of having sex, doing anything sexual at all, and just, all that kind of stuff happening to me... it makes me feel sick. I just- I can't."

"Oh," says Minho. "Alright. Okay. That's fine."

"Minho..."

"No, I'm serious. Listen, it's okay."

"How can it be okay? You want sex. I can feel it, when we're together."

"How can you feel it? What, do I just look at you with sex eyes? Because I promise-"

"No, I feel it. Against my hip."

"Oh." Minho's face reddens considerably, and he lets out an awkward laugh. "Okay, well. That's a me problem. I can- I can deal."

"I just- Minho. I know how important that kind of intimacy is to people. What if we stay together, and you're never satisfied? What if I'm not enough for this relationship?"

Minho lets out a stunned breath. "Not enough? Y/n, you are everything, my whole world. Every day I wake up and I get to see your smile. I get to run with you, and laugh with you. I get to be with you. You think not having sex is gonna break all that?"

"But sex is..."

He shakes his head. "Maybe I've been doing a shitty job then, if you really think you wouldn't be enough without sex."

"Y/n." He takes your hands and looks you in the eye. "I love you. And I realise we haven't said that, but I think now's as good a time as any for you to know. I love you, and this isn't gonna change anything."

You give him a watery smile. "I love you too. But it's still-"

"Okay. Full disclosure, I can take care of myself. Most guys here are taking care of themselves. Someone probably is, like, right now."

At your wrinkled nose and mildly grossed-out expression, he winces. "Right. Let's set some boundaries. No talking about sex?"

"Um, talking about sex in general is usually okay. Sex jokes are actually pretty shuckin' funny sometimes. But the way you did it just then was... I don't know. Icky?"

"Okay, sure. Talk about it normally unless you're uncomfortable. Easy. What about with us? Where should I avoid when we're- Shit, do you hate kissing too? God, I'm so sorry." He looks at you worriedly. "Shuck, Y/n. We've been making out like, every day. You should've told me earlier. I'm so-"

"Minho, no, don't worry about that, it's okay. I actually... love kissing. Kissing you, I mean." You duck your head, blushing slightly. "Making out is fun most times too, but some days it's a lot. Tongues and stuff are... overwhelming sometimes. It depends on the day."

"Make sure you let me know, okay? Promise me."

"I promise," you say, smiling. "And with touching... normal contact is fine. It's good, actually. I love cuddling, and when you pull me in by the waist. And everything else too. I'll tell you if anything is bad."

"Okay." He reaches out to take your hand. "So we're all good?"

"We're all good."

"I love you."

You pull him closer by his shirt, and he melts against you as you kiss him.

"Love you too."

⭒----⭒

"Ooh, Y/n and Minho spent the night together," sings Ben when you walk out of the hut and move to the dining area. Keepers have their own huts, so you'd slept in Minho's that night.

You let out a laugh at what he's implying and grin at Newt's knowing smile.

You feel arms wrap around your waist as Minho walks up behind you. He presses a kiss on the top of your head and moves to get food.

When he returns, he hands you a plate of food, complete with your favourite fruits from the gardens, and slides into the seat next to you.

"Fuck," he hisses as he bumps his leg on the bench.

"Fuck indeed," says Ben with a shit-eating grin.

You snort. "Slim it, Ben." Newt rolls his eyes on your behalf.

"Well, how was it?" asks another boy, leaning in interestedly.

"A gentleman doesn't tell," comments Minho, pointing dramatically. "What happens behind closed doors..."

"So he was shit, wasn't he," says Ben to you.

You shrug. "Well, I'm very satisfied from last night."

You laugh at their supportive and slightly lewd cheers.

As Minho meets your eyes with a smile, you think back to last night.

You'd exchanged soft kisses and cuddled until you fell asleep wrapped up in his arms.

"Yeah, see? I'm fantastic in bed."

This is so lame idk how to end a fic besides 'i love you' like please be more imaginative

Edit: added a silly little scene at the end so it doesn't just end with ily

Anyways, thanks for reading!! Hope you enjoyed this one - another self-indulgent idea I needed to put out.

I want to note that for the depiction of asexuality and ace x non-ace couples, I'm writing based on my own experiences and what I would want in a relationship with a non-ace person. Everyone is different, and there's a whole ace spectrum of people who may not relate to all of this.

Requests are open as always, so if you have any ideas feel free to send an ask ❤

[weltato]

I'm going to gush about a very old character (as in the original run of the show is very old, not the character himself).

Hello Tumblr! I remembered the finale of M*A*S*H the other day, as you do, and it just hit me as to why I fucking love Benjamin Franklin 'Hawkeye' Pierce so much.

If you don't know this character/show, dw, I'm keeping things under the cut so you can scroll away :)

If you want to read on anyway, warning for infant death.

So, Hawkeye :)

My goodness, this man is SO well written. I need to explain to you why I find him so endearing.

He's a jokester, that much is obvious right off the bat, so he pranks others and can get a dig at others quite well, but he never does it maliciously. Well, sure, he's an ass to Frank and Charles most especially and will absolutely take any and every opportunity to fuck with them, but he's not out to actively harm anyone.

Which is nice, since he's the Head Surgeon. You'd like to think that your Head Surgeon isn't a serial killer.

He's a ladies man. A chronic ladies man. He makes a pass at almost every single nurse at camp - especially Houlihan - and that's iconic about him. But d'you wanna know what's even more iconic?

As soon as he finds out the girl he's seeing is married or in a relationship, he'll stop. Sometimes he's even outright asked if they're taken, then he'll make a joke and move on if they are.

Hawkeye isn't a marriage breaker.

And I love that about him. He doesn't want to come between couples; it doesn't matter if the marriage/relationship is a happy one or not, he's not about to go and break up a marriage/relationship for his own personal gain. He's just not that kind of guy.

Any time kids come into it, he's immediately protective. He's not going to show a child more pain and suffering when they've already been brought through a warzone and are probably orphaned now and also had to have major surgery.

I mean, that's his whole thing in the finale. THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT!

Quick reminder for context: in 'Goodbye, Farewell and Amen' we begin with Hawk away from the M*A*S*H and in a mental hospital for some reason. We (the audience) don't know why, but it's clear that everyone else (the characters) do know. Hawk doesn't think he should be there and seems pretty miserable about it, but then we learn why he's there - a baby died.

And here's the kicker: Hawk blames himself. He thinks it's his fault that the baby is dead. Why?

Well, at first he remembers the event as everyone having a fun day out for once and Hawk in the back calling out for a bottle of something alcoholic for a guy he's sat with.

Then it turns out it's not for fun. The guy he's with is bleeding out, he needs a bottle of either the clear stuff (idk what that would be, I'm not a medical student) or a bottle of blood for a quick transfusion.

What's great about how this scene is shot is that, at first, it stays with the upbeat and happy tone from Hawk, but then the deadly silent and morbid passing of the bottle, and then it shifts to the darker tone.

Now, that's not the baby scene.

Here comes the baby scene.

Hawkeye at first remembers a woman with a chicken when the bus ran into enemy territory and everyone had to be quiet. The chicken wasn't quiet and so he asked the woman if she could get the chicken to be quiet. And it was. It just stopped.

Sidney asks about it - "It stopped?"

"Yeah, it stopped."

Then we cut back to the woman at the back of the bus. The crying woman at the back of the bus. And the still bundle in her arms.

It was her baby. Her little baby that was also crying just a few seconds ago. The noise that Hawkeye wanted to make stop because they'd be caught with all these casualties and innocent people and he's stressed, ok?

That baby is dead. The mum had to smother her own child so they wouldn't be found. And Hawkeye is distraught over this, because he's the one that told her to.

Ugh. I can't even. This man has been through SO much and has seen death and destruction daily, so much so that he's basically numb to it at this point, but a baby dying is too much and he just breaks-

He's in a high stress situation 24/7, it makes sense that eventually the rock of the 4077th would crack. He couldn't say goodbye to Trapper, Henry died on his flight home, Radar left them to go back home to his mum - Hawk has the friends he still has, of course, but he's only human and a human can only take so much.

It's when Sidney deems him well enough to at least go back to the camp that Hawkeye gets his next challenge. Wounded have arrived and they really need him to help out, so he does and it's going pretty well for the most part (y'know, as well as meatball surgery can go) until a child comes across his table. A little girl, probably no older than 6 or 7. Everyone in the room goes quiet, though they're still working since they can't exactly pause while elbow deep in someone's guts, and Colonel Potter (or BJ, I can't remember which) asks if Hawk's ok. BJ (or Colonel Potter) says he can take her. Sidney watches on as Hawkeye takes a second, looks this girl over, then nods.

He can do it. Sidney smiles - his job is done.

Sure, it's hard, but Hawkeye can work, and that's all he needs to know.

Hawkeye, the man who loves a joke and loves messing around with his friends.

Hawkeye, the man who chases after every 'single' woman but not the ones in relationships.

Hawkeye, the man who plays pranks on the whole camp but is kind hearted enough to never cause actual harm because he believes in the Hippocratic Oath so. strongly.

Hawkeye, the man who cares for the children that come into the M*A*S*H despite having none of his own because those are children and they should be anywhere but a war.

Hawkeye, the man who sticks around the longest out of everyone (except Margaret since she's there as long as he is) and can always find something to smile at even though he's always wanting to leave and never does.

Hawkeye, the man who takes his job very seriously and gets angry when other doctors try to come in and flaunt their fancy-schmancy skills that mean nothing out there.

Hawkeye, the man who takes offense at generals who think they can change something when they don't know what the fuck goes on at all.

Hawkeye. The man I would love to be friends with.

I love him so much. I love the writing of him so much. He's just...he's Hawkeye. And I love him.

[lqvcrz-inc]

ateezxcriminalminds au plan sorta

-> way overdue overview of this criminal minds x atz au 🥱

so i'll probably post a drabble on this later but rn this is kinda jst my idea on what the members' personalities will be like...anyways...

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Hongjoong:

so Joong is pretty much like Hotch even though they're nothing alike. they present themselves differently but there are a few similarities between them. he's the leader of the group which is pretty much the whole reason i related him to Hotch in the first place. Joong is also a hardworker who doesn't really know how to take a break. he's very committed and passionate and supportive of his members which is again like Hotch.

Seonghwa:

Hwa reminds me of JJ. he's hardworking and organized which reminds me a lot of JJ. he seems like he would do very well in comforting people when informing them of something bad. (which is a big part of her job.) also she deals a lot with the press and the way Hwa is easily able to change between his normal self and stage presence self makes me think that he would be good at being in front of a camera.

San:

San gives off Morgan vibes with a mix of Hotch if that makes sense. he's very much a logical person which also makes him understanding. he knows when to joke and if he maybe takes something too far he can admit that he did and apologize for it. if he does something wrong he most likely wont realize it until someone else points it out. also he just seems like the type to like kicking down doors and tackling people. he enjoys his job a lot but sometimes he questions whether or not if he wants to keep doing it.

Yunho:

Yunho is 100% Garcia. they both give off golden retriever/puppy dog sunshine energy. Yunho loves his job most definitely. he's very intuitive and knows when something is wrong with his members. he's always there to talk and he loves being able to be that kind of emotional support. he's funny and witty. he definitely knows how to lighten the mood and just very positive in general.

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung for me is the hardest to place. he's a really good mix of Morgan, Garcia, and Prentiss. he's very playful and childish but he's also very emotional. he's the first to crack a joke but can also be the first to feel attacked if someone shoots a joke back. he's most definitely hardworking and whenever need be he knows how to get serious. he tries to lighten the mood because sometimes his job can be overwhelming to him since his personality is way different than it.

Jongho:

Jongho is most definitely a mix between Luke, Hotch, and Prentiss. his is gonna be short because i feel like his personality mix for this au just kinda makes sense. he's hardworking. he likes to joke but he's quiet most of the time. everyone thought he was pretty uptight at first but after a while they realized he's just a huge softy.

Yeosang:

Yeo is a mix of Reid and Garcia. he's the type to be very logical and witty. he's smart but not the type of smart that Reid is (meaning he doesn't info dump all the time. dw i love Reid and his info dumping sm 🫢) but he's the type of smart that's quiet about his brain and uses it to his advantage to make you feel a little dumb - meaning if you say something wrong he'll casually correct you, if you don't know something/you're struggling and you ask him for help, he'll figure it out really quick making you feel dumb for not being able to get it. he gives very much golden-retriever vibes but a little watered down if that makes sense.

Mingi:

Mingi is kind of a mix between Reid, Garcia, and Morgan. he's funny, smart, hardworking, witty, energetic, and determined. he knows what he wants and he goes for it. he tries his best but sometimes he feels like he's not as good at his job as everyone else is. he gets overwhelmed fairly easily which leads him to be all over the place at times. once he composes himself, though, he's ready to go again. he's very much a people pleaser.

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-> note, these don't accurately reflect ateez in real life nor the characters in the show. these views are just how i think each member would act if they had to be categorized into personality charts that are based off of the BAU members. (i hope that makes sense.)

anyways it took me all day to write this so expect a drabble within the next week because i'm a lil too tired for it now. 😍 bye pooks <3

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🏷️: @nyx-tella <3

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omg thank you for answering. i thought it got lost but i know sometimes it just takes a bit lol. :,)

i thought about it a bit more, and i have another branch of the au/hc/whatever the hell this is.

jimmy, when hes possessing ghost, has red eyes that match his form when hes outside of ghosts body. gavin knows when jimmys possessing ghost, however toast just sees ghost being murderous and goes "ah... hes overly stressed again... perhaps he needs his calming tea ^-^"

when they DO get together, gavin and jimmy agree that itd be kinda weird if they kissed while jimmy was inhabiting ghosts body, so they just have to deal with gavin only feeling a weird pressure on his lips when jimmy kisses him. (like jello...)

also, toast and ghost decide one day to check out an old abandoned house in the middle of nowhere, and... ghost breaks down, because thats where he used to live. yknow... gregory casket. jimmy, instead of immediately possessing him, just... watches. he evaluates some things.

and realizes his demonic urge to kill and destroy has faded. just a tiny bit. hes become... more human. it disgusts him.

(ofc they calm ghost down and ghost comments on how he didnt black out that time. jimmy feels bad about himself because!! hes not supposed to feel sympathy or compassion!!! let alone love!!! ew!! domesticity is gross!! bleh!!)

he complains to gavin about it and they discover that ever since gavin and him have been hanging out more and more, jimmy's power has been... not shrunken, per say, just redirected.

it makes him feel vulnerable.

he lashes out. possesses ghost more often and kills meaningless people with an anger hes only felt once before. it all happens within a week, and he realizes something. it isnt ONLY anger.

its grief.

grief over losing his ability to blindly kill. grief over losing his murderous tendencies. grief over gaining COMPASSION and HUMANITY. grief over falling in love for the first time.

of course he grieves. hes been a serial killer for so long, it makes sense to mourn the changes hes experienced. but at the same time, hed never change a thing.

he goes back to ghosts home in ghosts body, covered in multiple peoples blood. (hes not sure how he got here, but it infuriates him that he can just automatically find it no matter how far)

toast is there, fussing over the host's injuries (since when did ghost get that cut? he... should be more careful) and jimmy... jimmy exits the body, and sobs.

he watches the love toast feels for ghost, and promises one thing to himself: while he cant guarentee he'll never kill again, he can make himself human... for gavin, toast and ghost.

he just needs to figure out how to make himself a host, so that he doesnt hurt the man hes attached himself to (in more ways than one) he WANTS to be apart of humanity. he realizes hes hugging his host when he opens his eyes again, and realizes hes been subtly seeing ghost as his... well, as his brother. it hurts, and hes angry at that conclusion, but hes too tired to deny it. he falls asleep outside of ghosts body for the first time, and finally feels human.

so yeah idk how it sorta turned into a fanfic buuuut i think i like the concept :D if theres any spelling mistakes,,, no theres not,,,, and if its kindaaa ooc then uhm. hmm. well i havent watched vt in atleast 2 years so theres bound to be some mistakes :P

This AU has really become a story and a half! Maybe you could make it into a fic? It sounds like there’s still more that can happen next! ^^

Dw too much about being OOC, I think a fun thing with the medium is that canon is flexible. Plus, you have development from A to B, so I don’t think it’s too inane a concept! Jimmy reconsidering the murder thing and actually feeling is an interesting concept and a good way to defang him as a monster— and admittedly id be lying if i said i haven’t had characters grow as people through introspection in concepts b4 ^^

[wonyrs]

like the movies

enha hyungs x fmr gnr fluff, established relationship warnings cursing wc 935 + library #

‘ type of duos with the enha hyungs! headcanon style

lee heeseung | embarrassing and embarrassed

will definitely yell out "I LOVE YOU" in the loudest voice he can muster up before dropping u off to class and won't leave until u yell it back. he does this with the most shit eating grin ever

he's so dreamy when ure together but sometimes he just gets that burst of energy where he absolutely NEEDS to do something that makes u question why u even liked him

"um she asked for no pickles 🤓☝️"

he buys u guys those ugly "if lost return to her" "hi im her" shirts and forces u to wear them everytime u go on a date

unironically likes it and is a proud matching shirt buyer

everytime u post he'll spam ur comments with all the compliments in the entire world, tags all his friends and old people he doesn't even know saying shit like "hey this is my gf you know my gf go follow my gf"

"hey babe does my hair look good?" and its a picture of him smoldering, showing off his godly jawline. probably thinks hes the sexiest guy alive (he is)

park jongseong | chivalrous and princess

u guys saw that one vlog w his mom? jay literally gave her the more appetizing plate while he just dumped everything on his

opens the car door, cooks ur meals, helps u w hw, and even buys ur parents flowers everytime he visits

"open the door for a big surprise (not clickbait)!" and he doordashed u ur fav foods after his spidey sense told him u felt down

ok i imagine him buying a 100-recipe cook book and making every dish whenever u stay over

"but babe i'm ful-" "please just one more, i promise this will be the last"

spoiler alert- it's not! dw tho, extra servings get sent to ur friends/family. ur mom teaches him some of her special recipes while ur dad is his assistant chef (taste tester)

he's a gentleman, yes thats true. but once u too get real comfortable w/ each other is when the side of chivalry u never knew existed revealed itself

he pampers u when ure tired but still likes to tease u if he sees the oppurtunity to. ex: massaging ur legs after an intense cardio workout, "ur feet are smelling kinda stinky. no need to worry, i'll lick the dirt away for u babe 😉 " NASTY.

he pays for all ur cafeteria meals and always says something along the lines of "let's go out on saturday, except ure paying for everything"

do u ever end up paying? no.

he'll distract u the moment ure at the counter and pays w his card before u can even look back. "i guess they gave us a free discount for being their best customers 🤷" u know what he did even if he won't admit

it's okay, u buy him a cheeseburger using ur free mcdonalds app awards

sim jaeyun | rizzler and rizzed

no lies here: sim jaeyun is the dreamiest man ever

casually explaining to him what happened in ur day blah blah, u look to ur right and the softest eyes are staring at u with so much love u almost combust

but not only was he staring at u, bro was unconsciously licking his lips, tilting his head and holding ur fingers so delicately like it might break any second (cute and sexy?) u had to stop talking for a sec and scream into ur hand

ESP AT SCHOOL DUDE he'll run to u after a soccer match and hug u so tight ur friends start puking

like ewww sweat but at the same time omggg ur bf's sweat 😝 u still have to push him off before u starting stinking too tho

he's defo the type to lift his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his face and it kills u everytime... u look to see if anyone's looking before snapping a quick pic (who wouldn't)

when u guys r studying together, he'll either pull u by the waist or by ur chair so u can get closer to him without having to stand up

struggling to see the paper? no need to fear, dikeu is here :3

he'll slide his hand (purposely) under ur shirt and scooch u over to his side of the table, never even stopping the conversation

mind u, his hand is still on ur waist

park sunghoon | socially awkward and socially awkward

ur relationship makes ur friends giggle at how silly u guys r

imagine: blah blah blah ure in a really interesting conversation with ur boyfriend and someone interrupts, asking if u guys did the hw last week

"oh uh" "uhm" "idk" "sorry" UR REPLIES. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

cue the intense eye contact until that person leaves the room. then u go back to whatever u were talking about. "so yeah lebron should honestly retire this season"

since u have all classes together, ur teachers always make sure to pair u up as partners since no WAY in hell will either of u be able to talk to someone else willingly

if ur friend group isn't at the cafeteria, the top 3 lunch spots would be @ the field, rooftop, or back of the classroom

when u accompany him to skating/dance practice, all u do is record him reviewing a program or choreo and silently cheer him on

both ur parents share concerns about u two not having any friends at/outside of school 😢

no one really knows that yall r talking about the weirdest shit during class... they just think ure being little nerds and working on math answers

"messi is literally better than ronaldo what are u on about boy" "ok buddy but who has more insta followers" "HOW IS THAT RELEVANT TO THE WORLD CUP"

@ wonyrs 2023

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