#fluff content too

[kitamars]

lovey dovey (alt ver of the first one under the cut!)

[caelanglang]

Post-Mission Celebration: Movie Night Afternoon (things that happen when you’re all working the night shift…)

if you squint you’ll see them breathing

[cloudcountry]

the burdens of royalty

Genre/Tropes: Established relationship, MC and Diavolo are married.

Summary: the weight of both the devildom and the human world are on your shoulders. if it wasn't for diavolo, you would have given up a long time ago.

Author's Comments: diavolo has a very tough job. every time he said he adores mc or that one time he confessed his love to them i panicked because thats so much. its heavier than the brother's "i love you" because hes ROYALTY and its a lot of take in.

i also find myself thinking about what his affection means for mc in the long run. i mean, surely diavolo has suitors. there are obviously higher up demons like the brothers (and maddi, that one witch that pursued diavolo so aggressively it was...icky.) for diavolo to actually pursue mc, i can't imagine what would happen when those same demons figured that out. if they were to make their relationship official or even get married, mc would probably need a bodyguard 24/7 because demons are OBVIOUSLY not chill with humans (like every single brother threatening mc and especially belphegor, although his circumstances were different because they involved lilith.)

anyways i'll be quiet, i hope you enjoy C:

~~~~~

It wasn’t easy being you.

Your now husband would always tell you that being him wasn’t easy, but now that you share the burden of his position, does that not also apply to you?

It came as quite a shock to the entire Devildom the day your engagement was announced—to think, the Prince of the Devildom, marrying a human! The demon aristocracy would have had your head if they weren’t so terrified of Barbatos. You were called many things (a manipulator and a cheat being among your favorites. Really, the higher ups in demon society would know too much about manipulating their way up the social ladder.) It was like they could comprehend that you just wanted to be with the man you loved, and that race and position and titles meant absolutely nothing to do with it.

If nothing else, you suppose being human was the easiest thing they could target. It shielded Diavolo from most of the backlash, at any rate. The last thing you ever wanted was for the public to lose their trust in him (and never give his ideals for the three realms a chance.) The fact that he only wanted the best for them seemed to fly right over their heads, as if Diavolo was just as untrustworthy as you, the foreign soul from another realm.

You, now their ruler, too.

But that’s exactly why you had to clench your teeth and bear it, bear the shimmering dresses and horned guests and Barbatos breathing down your neck so nobody would even think of attacking you. Snide remarks about your clothing of choice were met with “my husband picked it out, actually,” comments about how delicious your flesh smelled were ignored but met with a stern glare from your bodyguard, greetings that sounded so fake and that were obviously meant to butter you up were laughed at just as falsely.

Is this what it meant to be a royal?

“I apologize, My Liege. This ball runs til midnight. I assure you that you may retire to your chambers once this is over.” Barbatos whispers, strategically whisking you away from a group of demonesses muttering to each other and staring at you.

“Thank you.” you try to smile, but it probably seems like more of a wince than anything, “My feet are killing me. And the guests are just as bad.”

He smiles back sympathetically, and although he isn’t touching you at all, you can still feel the warmth emanating from him. Though the Avatars of Sin fear him, Barbatos has always been nothing but kind to you. You wonder if it has something to do with Diavolo, or if he really is that cruel. You suppose it doesn’t matter, whether you’re naive or not, because the fact of the matter is that you have the man Barbatos is loyal to encased in an eternal matrimonial vow. There is no way Barbatos would attempt to harm you.

“I will run you and My Lord a bath once this event is over.” he promises, and you can only sigh with relief when you notice he’s lead you outside, were the amount of people is nowhere near what it is inside, “Do you have a preference for which aromatherapy scent I use?”

“Use whichever one Diavolo chooses.” you reply, knowing he’ll be just as tired.

Barbatos laughs, a sound so full of mirth it makes you happy, too.

“I am sorry if that was out of line, My Liege. I was just amused by the coincidence. My Lord said to select whichever scent you would like.” Barbatos chuckles.

You find yourself laughing too, despite how nasty the demons around you treat you every time you hold one of these balls. It’s so sweet and considerate and just so Diavolo. You wish you could hug him right now and thank him for always trying to be a better man for you. He doesn’t seem like he will ever realize that he’s enough already, which simultaneously warms and breaks your heart.

He really thinks too highly of you. You’re not that special.

Barbatos leads you to a bench and gestures for you to sit. You do so without complaint, and before you can say anything he’s on his knees and massaging your calves. You feel yourself heating up in the face (because you still feel like he shouldn’t be doing these things for you), but you’ve learned a while ago that he takes pleasure in serving people. So you let him do his thing.

Part of your flustered state is also embarrassment, and despite your best efforts you cannot stop your eyes from darting around the gardens to check if anyone is paying attention to you. Thankfully, they all seem enraptured by an illusionist hired for the event who’s stationed in front of the grandiose fountain. He keeps making wispy demonic figures swallow running humanoid figures whole.

You’re used to this.

Another servant comes by, one by the name of Marie Anne. You know her well. Diavolo has always been very kind to her, offering her a life away from the downright cruel aristocratic family she had before. You don’t know the details, and you don’t ask. It’s not your place.

The demoness curtsies and smiles, offering you a bubbling glass of Demonus. It can’t get you drunk, but it can be refreshing. You take it and thank her. Her cheeks turn pink and she curtsies again before scurrying towards the crowd of demons watching the illusionist.

It’s funny how some demons could be so kind and others so nasty. There were many similarities that they have with humans, whether they wanted to admit it or not.

You tell Barbatos that he can stop now, and he halts his motions and stands up immediately. You’re still not used to being pampered in such a way, so you thank him. He only smiles and tells you it’s not necessary.

“I believe this is why the servants are taking a quick liking to you.” he muses, “I hardly think they would be this receptive if My Lord had married a witch or a member of the aristocracy.”

“You really think so?” you say, feeling your cheeks burn again from the praise, “I…I’m not doing anything special.”

“A simple thank you goes a long way, My Liege.” he hums, a content smile on his face as he stands beside you.

You suppose he’s right. After all, you’ve only heard (and seen, you think bitterly) terrible things about the aristocracy. They’re rude and impatient and only ever think about themselves when it comes to policies that affect the entire Devildom. If they didn’t fear Diavolo so much they surely would have attempted to overthrow him by now.

Too bad, you think smugly, staring at the insolent illusionist again as he makes a smokey human child scream at a demonic creature emerging from an equally smokey closet, He would destroy all of you if you even tried.

You feel immature for the thought only seconds later. You’re a ruler. You need to get your act together—you can’t be just as bad as them.

“My Liege, it’s almost time for the first official dance of the night.” Barbatos bows to you, swooping his hand gracefully towards the ballroom, “Would you like to reconvene with My Lord?”

“Please. I thought I would never get to see him tonight.” you groan, attempting to walk off the slight cramp in your calf as you follow Barbatos back into the fray.

The second your shoes hit the shiny flooring and make that click clack sound, there are shimmering eyes drawn to your form. They snap away as soon as they look, though, and whether it’s disgust or fear of Barbatos you don’t know. It doesn’t matter though, because finally you’ll get to see your beloved after he’s been mingling with the aristocracy all night. It isn’t hard to find him either, because amidst all the other clumps of beautiful demons you can clearly see an even bigger clump closer to the center.

You don’t even have to mumble awkward ”excuse me’s” as they all step aside for you (mostly for Barbatos though, as he’s leading the way and they’ve already made it plenty clear that they do not respect you) and before you know it, you’re standing in front of your beaming husband and a rather disgruntled Lucifer. He looks about as comfortable as you do in your formal wear, though he doesn’t show it. It’s too bad you know him well enough to see past his facade and pick up on all his little mannerisms he would never allow anyone else to see.

You spare him the teasing right now.

You try not to feel self conscious as you take your place by Diavolo’s side, a soft giggle leaving the lips of the demon you kiss goodnight every evening.

“Hello, my dear.” he whispers in your ear, stooping down to kiss your hand, “I’m pleased to see that you’re well. Have you been enjoying the festivities?”

Lie. Lie until you’re alone with him and can finally be yourself again.

“Yes, it's been lovely.” you lie through your teeth, a single drop of sweat sliding down the back of your neck as hundreds of pairs of eyes bore into you, “Barbatos has been most helpful. I’m incredibly thankful for him.”

Diavolo lights up like a little puppy dog at the mention of his butler’s name, and lets another loud laugh escape him. Despite his cheerful demeanor, you can still feel the hateful glares being directed your way. In the periphery of your vision, you can see Lucifer glaring right back at the demons behind you, and that gesture alone warms your heart. You are safe with these demons. Things will get better.

Even if better is in a few hours, when you and Diavolo will be in bed and he’ll spoon you and hold you tightly and whisper words of love and affection into your ear until you fall asleep. You discovered his habit for sleepy rambling relatively quickly after the wedding, and eventually you couldn’t sleep without it. If it wasn’t for his love, you surely never would have gotten this far with interrealm relations. If it had been anyone else, you would’ve given up.

Diavolo was the definition of shoot for the stars. He truly was an amazing demon.

“My dear.” he coos, eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiles that cheesy grin you know all too well and love far too much, “May I have this dance?”

He stretches a hand out for you to take, a symbol of how you two are bridging two realms together. Some of the people here tonight may think that’s the reason you two are doing this, that it's a diplomatic display to marry each other, but they’d be wrong. You know Diavolo isn’t the type to do something like that.

It’s like the demons in this palace tonight can’t understand that you two just love each other, and that's that.

And so you take his hand.

He sighs, a blissful sound that you know only you can produce from him, and sweeps you across the dance floor. His hand on your lower back is firm and unyielding, but it’s not possessive. Even when you were still living with the demon brothers, he never once overstepped any bounds.

Part of you wished he did.

It wasn’t just him that had wanted you two to spend time together.

You suppose that doesn’t matter anymore, not when his grip is so sure, not when his heartbeat is pounding in your ears as you rest your head against him, not when the demons and demonesses are moving out of your way. You know the respect is short lived and that they are only doing this for Diavolo, but that doesn’t stop you from enjoying it for now. Moments where a demon steps aside for a human are few and far between, but with you and Diavolo working together, you hope it will become more common.

“I love you.” you whisper to him, the words quiet enough so that only you two can hear them. You aren’t ready to declare such a vulnerable thing on your own, not when these demons have the strength to rip you apart.

And so Diavolo helps you, just as he always does.

“I love you more than anything.” he declares, his voice as loud as a blaring trumpet, a sharp contrast to your softness. You feel your face begin to burn, especially when you hear a murmur ripple through the crowd, but you cannot stop the wobbly smile on your face.

“Disgusting.”

“A human? Really? How will they rule us?”

“It would have been better if we stayed with our own kind.”

“What is Lord Diavolo doing?”

The ballroom begins to buzz and you feel yourself growing less and less sure of yourself. There are tears pricking your eyes, but you will them away. You cannot let them win.

And then, you see Diavolo’s form ripple. Wings sprout from his back and horns protrude from his head and there’s an uncharacteristically stern glare on his face as he fixes his malice at who you can only assume are the perpetrators.

You feel safe.

Maybe it’s a farce.

Maybe it’s make believe.

Maybe it’s temporary.

But Diavolo’s dream is possible, and you believe in him.

You just need to endure the burdens of royalty for him—the burdens he’s been bearing by himself for far too long.

[meracyn]

dating kokichi oma 🍇

little shit

first of all how did you make kokichi to fall for you? ask you out?? teach me /hj

okok but dating kokichi is fun. but also a little too much. but fun, obviously ; if you’re a prankster and carefree as he is, you two are basically soulmates – putting both your brains to work as you think of all the pranks you can pull on your classmates

kokichi is the type of guy to probably be like really cringe over text to spamming or just being all dramatic, like “s/o can you h-h-help m-me pls 🥺🥺🥺” or “y/n y/n y/n y/n Y/N ANSWER IM DTING HELK” to “hi............”

heavy on the dots

plays around too much man, you would probably be upset over something and kokichi comes over with his shit; most of the time his jokes and pranks can make you laugh but not always of course, that’s where he lacks in

kokichi isn’t all about being heartfelt or indulging too much in feelings so he prefers to just laugh it off and forget about it instead, but will calm down a bit and stay quiet for a while if the issue is really serious

eventually asks to play a game or do something to distract you both

if you’re still upset he’ll most likely just go off to get a snack or tickle it out of you

yes. lots of tickle and pillow fights between you both, kokichi is competitive and even though you’re his lover he won’t have mercy on you

he’s ruined your pillows too 😭 mf will have a whole plan before it happens; goes to your dorm and grabs one of your pillows, takes it out of its pillowcase and slightly cuts it open to slip fake spiders inside, then puts the pillowcase back on and leaves everything ‘untouched’

later that day he would go to your dorm as usual and plop down on your bed and talk about whatever shit prank he pulled on taka that had the guy screaming on the hallway

randomly says “hey y/n wanna do a pillow fight, whoever loses has to buy the other 10 bags of chips”

“kokichi wtf...i accept” you agreed 😰

grabs the pillow from earlier and holds it carefully to not let the spiders come out yet, after smacking you twice he lets go and you scream at the sight

after like 5 seconds you realize what he did but its too late

the little shit grabbed the pillow you had and whacked you on the face, knocking you down on the bed

“I WON, VICTORY IS MINE” and does that maniac laugh of his

light yagami 2.0 ahh wannabe

you had to waste your precious bucks to get that purple stick his chips

you will get your revenge one day ik you will...

honestly idk what nicknames he would give you but probably does those cringy ones lmao

lies a lot and you know it, but he sincerely means it when he says he loves you, although it isn’t often...most likely during a special moment, maybe on a one year anniversary would he whisper an “i love you” at night, before you fall asleep

says it with such sincerity and genuine tone

introduces you to d.i.c.e, and that’s when you know he’s taken your relationship seriously, you got to meet his family, and they all thank you for being by their leaders’ side

kokichi may (is) be tiring to handle, especially with his mischievous persona and cocky behavior but he does love you, and is grateful you won’t abandon him (although he’ll never say it out loud, too prideful to let himself say something so vulnerable)

little shit

[transmascaraa]

Okay hear me out on this one. Imagine gaming with like a really shy s/o? Like gaming always does the talking and everything and they are just standing behind him AHH. I think it would be cute. If you can write please do<3 if you don't want to feel free to ignore it💜🫶🏻

Have a lovely day🫶🏻🫶🏻

bf!gaming headcannons!

don't worry, he'll take care of everything...

bf!gaming x shy!gn!reader

author's note: 10/10, love the request. HOW DO YOU GUYS GET SUCH GOOD IDEAS??? I LITERALLY HAVE NONE😭 anyways i'm glad that people actually like my work<3 btw i just looked at my followers and i'm at 94 help i'm freaking out is this a dream idk anymore i think i'm dreaming help

"don't worry, my dear. i'll take care of everything...."

-you're shy.

-like REALLY shy.

-but you had gaming, your bf.

-he did all the talking for you, not wanting you to worry a tiny bit.

-he wasn't the most extroverted extrovert, but he was extroverted enough to talk for the both of you.

-so, let's say, as for example, you have yo introduce yourselves.

-you'd be too shy, but he'd do it for you.

-"i'm gaming, and this is my dearest, [name]. nice to meet you." while you nodded, giving a look of approval to gaming.

-it was easy for him, wasn't it?

-not scared, not ashamed, just himself.

-you were the complete opposite...

-but it didn't matter anymore ever since you met him.

-well, he made you forget about it.

-he never wanted you to be sad.

-he never wanted you to worry.

-so he got rid of at least 5 worries of yours by helping you socialize.

-at some restaurants, he ordered for you.

-"i'll have sesame chicken, and they'll have [insert food here]." no need for you to do anything, but you just nodded.

-it felt unreal, really.

-he was there for you.

-he kept you safe.

-he helped you throughout life itself.

-and being shy was a little bit of a problem for you.

-well, it used to be.

-now he's there to fill that gap.

-you're glad to have him, aren't you?

~~~~~

atp idc if they're short i'm crying this is so cute to me

i hope this is about what you wanted @mariaace <3

thanks for the request!

[unbeleevable]

Me having to double check the sentence when I write the word "tackle" or "tickets"

[justpked]

THE DEPRAVITY HATH RETURNED UNTO US. ALL HAIL

Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays everyone.

Let us commit some sins.

[therainywriter]

Welcome Home (Fluff)

Pairing: Art the Clown x Reader

It was a cold and unusually dark night. Art wasn't home, he’d been gone for a few days already. You faintly hoped he wouldn’t return, that things would go back to the way they were before he forced himself into your life.

Another part of you looked forward to seeing him again, to be caught under his intense gaze and lured into his arms. It was cruel how he deceived you with gentle touches and almost intimate stares.

Those soft moments switch in the blink of an eye. Little nibbles at your neck turn into harsh bites and tender caresses become a tight, painful grip. You’re starting to like it, seek it even.

You glanced down at the nasty green bruises on your thighs, exposed by your soft cotton shorts. He liked to leave an impression behind when he was going to be gone a while. Something to remember him by, though he was already certain you wouldn’t forget.

He had you wrapped around his slender, deadly finger and you didn't do a single thing about it. He was like an addiction, you couldn't just quit him though a part of you desperately wanted to.

It was strange how you were drawn to him, how the sick embrace of his arms brought you such strong sense of security. You were certain something was wrong with you and he was to blame.

He twisted your mind, your body, your entire being. 

Art was funny too, quiet the comedian when he was in a particularly good mood. You smiled to yourself at the though of his goofy shenanigans, an image of him standing at the door in sunflower sunglasses making you giggle.

He was so incredibly unpredictable. You could only hope that was the side of Art you’d see when he came home. 

Little did you know, he’d been standing at the doorway as you cleaned the kitchen counter, oblivious to him and lost in thought.

He tilted his head, observing you. A small smile ghosted your lips, a fond memory perhaps. He wondered if that little expression of happiness would disappear once you saw him.

Slowly, he made his entrance, careful not to startle you too quickly. He grinned, raising his hands to hover over your hips. You screamed as soon as he made contact and his grin only widened.

You gulped, catching your breath as Art picked you up and placed you on the counter you’d been cleaning. 

“That was mean,” you frowned, rubbing a bit at your chest. He waved off your complaint and stared at you, almost expectantly. Though you were unsure of what exactly he wanted.

His arms moved to either side of you and he leaned forward a bit, still standing tall as his head tilted. You were effectively trapped, if you tried to scoot back he’d only grab you.

“Welcome home Art,” you said, voice quieter than before as you looked up at him with nervous eyes. 

He shook his head, wrong answer.

His head was now level with yours, eyes staring holes into your own. The mood had shifted and you now felt a little ill.

You didn't think when you pressed your lips to his, feeling him smile against your mouth and move between your legs, closer to you. Right answer.

His hands moved to the back of your head and fingers tangled themselves gently in your hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck, gasping for air once he finally pulled away.

“Did you miss me?” you questioned, out of breath.

He nodded, wiggling his eyebrows before bopping your nose and moving around you to wander elsewhere in the house. You sat there for a moment more before getting off the counter and gathering your cleaning supplies. 

Art was home.

[disappointed-time-traveller]

the owlthena people are going to go crazy when they find out about the half snake child and i mean that in the MOST positive way possible, someone please tell them about Athena’s half snake child!

[kanronotatsu]

here i go again

[97luvs]

it’s the glasses for me. they make him look like a hot nerd. god damn.

[just-cutie-avocado]

I have a digital circus hc that Pomni is the most ticklish out of the cast- and then most open target as well. Caine will sometimes tickle her for funsies, Jax might to play a trick on her or to be mean, and Ragatha might to try to calm her down :3

...

*deep deep breath*

YES YES YESSSSSS IT'S ABSOLUTELY TRUE

I can see how Pomni at first gets confused and scared when someone tries to tickle her, but after all of that she understand that this is not scary at all. Practically nothing! It was a strange experience for her, but she secretly enjoyed it EVEN THOUGH SHE DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT THAT OML

Pomni just an adorable lee 🥹💘💘

[drivelikeiido]

(not so) important decisions

you and matty can't seem to take this (not so) important decision seriously

matty healy x reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none! just fluff and silliness

notes: this is so silly but i love cute domestic fics so i wrote one! and i just adore fluff too so here we are ! also the name mentioned in this is so silly but i was listening to matty's interview with brian eno and the thought came to me lmao

The golden light of the early morning peaks through the curtains, painting your shared bedroom into a refreshing wash of colour. The only sounds disturbing the early hours of the day being the rustling of bedcovers and you and your boyfriends’ muffled conversation. 

“Matty this is serious, we have to think about this!” you giggle out, your head resting on his chest, voice breathless with the shadows of previous laughter. 

“Love, I’m serious, I really think that it’s a great name you just don’t get it. We need our first child to have the perfect name” 

You snap your head up to his, his cheeky grin and tired eyes staring back at you. 

“We’re getting a dog Matthew, not a child.” you jokingly scold. “And that’s practically like a child!” he argues, his voice light and full of jest.

You go quiet after this, allowing to let him live in his daydreams a little longer and choose to snuggle closer into his naked chest, his arm subconsciously wrapping further around you and rubbing gentle circles into your side absentmindedly while you trace his tattoos with your finger, whispering sweet nothings into the morning air.

The previous conversation drifts off into the unknown, allowing you to return to your resting state, yet as you go to shut your eyes once more and give in to the bliss of the morning Matty decides to break that peaceful silence, “I still think Eno is a great name, he’s literally a music legend.” 

“No” 

“And why not?” he laughs, 

“I love you but it sounds like emo and I refuse to call our dog that babe”

“Even better! It’s fitting!” he laughs, gesturing to himself with his free hand, the other still firmly wrapped around your side. 

“What if I don’t want a dog? What if we get a cat instead?”

His reply is immediate, “No, no cats. I’ll do snakes and dogs but no cats”.

You gasp and hold your hand to your chest in mock surprise in a show of dramatic betrayal.

“You know they say men who don’t like cats are a red flag. Is there something you want to tell me Mr Healy?” You question, poking a finger into his chest in a faux accusatory manner, “Choose your words carefully or next thing you know I’ll have ‘Matty the ‘Cat Hater’ Healy’ cancelled and trending on twitter if you’re not careful” You jest, looking up at him from the place you’re rested on his chest, admiring the little smile he’s trying, unsuccessfully, to restrain, not wanting to give you any satisfaction for your silliness. You watch the way his curls fall onto his forehead and internally note how the few grey hairs currently gracing his head are so frequently only visible to you and that thought alone makes your chest grow warm at the domesticity of it all. With this your head revels in the realisation of your relationship reaching a new point with the plans to get a dog together, the love and trust you have for each other feeling almost tangible in the gentle morning glow of the bedroom.

He drops his head back onto the pillow at your antics and lets out an exasperated sigh, “I hate you”

“And I love you too my wonderful handsome boyfriend” you tease, beginning to press sweet, over-affectionate kisses all over every inch of the exposed skin of his chest and face, giggling and grabbing at his hands as you do so, moving to straddle his legs to give you better access to continue your playful ministrations.

His hands drop to your sides and squeeze, his sudden quietness and the mischievous look in his eyes make you pause, “What are you planning?”

“Nothing. You know you look so beautiful in the mornings my love? Like a true angel blessing my tired and weary eyes”

“Stop trying to distract me, what are you doing?” you press, his hands still squeezing and prodding at your sides, the smile on his lips ever-growing.

“I’m not doing anything. Do you truly think so low of me darlin?” his head tilting with his question and his curls moving with it, you resist the urge to run your hand through his hair, resisting even more so the urge to tug on it, thinking of the beautiful reaction he gives you when you do so. The smirk on his face does nothing to convince you of his supposed innocence, this theory being proven as his hands quickly move to tickle your sides, his long slender fingers knowing every way to gain a reaction from your body in their extensive practice over your relationship. He becomes relentless in his actions, causing your laughter to increase into a loud and embarrassing display as you desperately try to wriggle down the bed away from him and his currently torturous hands, however his grip on you is tight as he moves to tower over you, your back flush to the bed and his arms either side of your head, ultimately pinning you below him. The position alone makes you blush, his curls dropping to tickle your forehead, his voice entertained and breathless when he threatens, “Say we can get a dog and I’ll stop”. You continue to giggle and refuse but his tickling only gets more intense and your shared laughter gets louder, undoubtedly waking up some of your neighbours and alerting some of the early passersby below. You gradually can’t take much more and give in, “Fine! Fine! We can get a dog”, your voice airy and full of joy.

His hands finally relent as he raises his arms in the air in a celebratory show of his victory. He carefully moves to press a gentle kiss to your tired lips, his voice smug and full of pride when he says “Thanks darling, I knew you’d agree” 

“So manipulative” you breathe out, gaining another laugh from Matty as he drops a quick kiss to your lips in response. 

Once you two are laid back comfortably in bed, you both silently agreeing that the day is still too early to consider starting anytime soon, he allows you to rest against his exposed chest once again, holding you tight against him and threading his fingers through your hair, the massaging motion from his fingers and the safety his arms provide helping you to drift off to sleep once more. Thankfully he has no more intentions of disturbing your peace this time as your breathing begins to slow and fan across his skin. His chest growing tight with the overwhelming feelings of affection as he gazes down at your sleeping face, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head,  

“I got so lucky with you” he whispers, more so in thanks to the universe than to you.

He too soon joins you in your sleep, leaving the early morning hour once again to be filled with the quiet sounds of undisturbed domesticity, the unspoken words of love hanging in the air and waiting until the lovers wake up once again for them to be spoken.

[kindred-spirit-93]

back from the dead (snort)

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WAIT WAIT ARE YOU TELLING ME DEMETER HAS AN EPITHET REFERENCING VENGENFUL FURIES?! WAHT??? >:D!?!

asdfghjkl thank you! really glad u like her lol shes becoming my favouritest to doodle lol. also not at all! i really love that you kept the aspect of her grief that so many are keen to twist to villainise her or erase completely to invalidate her. both are awful imo

heres a quote from le ask (soon i promise 😭😂): "Demeter and Persephone share a strong bond compared to the other gods. After Persephones "death" Demeter was never really the same. Demeter relives the painful cycle annually, and carries a deep rooted bitterness toward the other gods for it."

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i actually think its hilarious and awesome to see that demeter can be herself with those shes close with (one of my favourite things in characterisations is when you have what seems to be a stern and serious presenting person breaking character at a dumb or inappropriate joke or something to that affect, it kills me everytime its so funny!)

anyway demeter is NOT not be confused with gaia (my girl knows how to have fun lol). but much like the rest of us shes got issues to work with and experiences to heal and grow from *finger guns*. 10/10 i think u did her justice. so much so i drew this for u hehe

under no cicumstances should she meet micheal scott lmao. humanity will never hear the end of "thats what _ said" jokes. ever.

her hair is lime green btw the light is making her blonde :/

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Alright, so now you've just fully opened the Pandora box in my head... I might just need some more snippets of your Jak Pinterest board if possible. Okayyy thanksss :) -❤️

you ask and you shall receive 🫡

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“Sheets” 🛌

I’ve been really enjoying the extra time to write drabbles here and there. Check out my Gauntcest piece for @macrocest’s @cestember event. 🫴✨ This time, the prompt is ‘voyeurism’.

⛔️ Warning: Incest, Gauntcest

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Marvolo Gaunt

For weeks now, it had become an accidental habit. Could he even call it that? It was something he never intended to stumble upon-yet here he was.

Marvolo saw it as clear as crystal: Ominis, sprawled in his bed, cock out, grinding desperately against a pillow, the heat from his mouth battling against the chill with each muffled grunt that he released. Drool dripped from his lips like honey in desperate, pathetic need. All over Marvolo’s sheets. Bloody hell, it was truly a sight to behold. Especially as Ominis wrapped those pretty hands around himself, pumping and milking himself to exhaustion.

Marvolo had only been gone for a month on business for their father, Caliginous. And this….this is what he came back to. Bloody fucking paradise.

Of course, Marvolo said nothing to Ominis the next morning. But he smirked inwardly at the sight of his baby brother stripping the sheets that night, washing them to erase the evidence—sweat, fluids-it didn't matter. It was amusing. Ominis was completely oblivious to the fact that Marvolo had stood in the doorway for a full hour watching him, hands gripping himself and matching Ominis’s pace.

Even after the sheets had been laundered, the scent of lavender lingered, much to Marvolo's irritation as he slid into bed that night. He cursed under his breath, but as he settled in, he could still detect a faint trace of salt.

Morning had arrived, casting a pale light over the breakfast table where the two sat, separated by what felt like miles. Only the clatter of silverware and the occasional, muted chime of crystal glasses did the talking. Marvolo had not expected Ominis to be the first to break the silence—but when he did, it carried with it, hesitance.

“You’re back early,” Ominis remarked. There it was—that trace of frustration that Marvolo instantly recognized.

“Indeed, I am,” Marvolo retorted. “You sound rather disappointed.”

Ominis took a measured sip of his tea. “Mm. Quite. I was under the impression you’d be gone for much longer. Pity.”

Marvolo scoffed faintly, swirling his wine before taking a sip. “As it happens, I will be returning. Father informed me this morning that I’m to stay another week.”

Ominis raised an eyebrow, his fingers toying idly with the napkin on his lap. “How positively delightful.”

Marvolo leaned back in his chair, eyeing Ominis with amusement. “Delightful? My, you do hide your enthusiasm well. I almost believed you were thrilled.”

Ominis didn’t miss a beat, dabbing the corner of his mouth with his napkin. “Oh, absolutely. This prison is simply radiant in your absence. I was beginning to enjoy the peace.”

“Peace, you say?” Marvolo quirked an eyebrow, smirking. “Is that what you call it? You, writhing about in your bed like a—” He muttered.

Ominis froze. “What?”

“Hmm?”

Ominis’s fingers tightened slightly around his teacup. He decided to ignore whatever he just misheard. “Do remind me to send a thank-you note to Father for this riveting arrangement.”

Marvolo grinned. “Please do. Though I’m sure he’d be more amused by the fact you still can’t keep your sheets clean.”

Ominis shot him a sharp look and slammed his hands down on the dinner table. He quickly began to retreat, ears as red as cherries.

Marvolo laughed. “Try not to miss me too much when I’m gone again.”