#for the love of... shall we say g-d

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i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself

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⚣ Dick Grayson: NSFW Alphabet 🔵

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Caring and attentive. In other words, clingy as hell.

It’s amazing how someone who was just fucking you like an absolute slut could turn into the world’s most innocent and soft boy in existence. When you think about it, it’s actually a little bit disturbing as well.

But, I digress. Dick will absolutely pick you up and carry you into the shower or whatever you desire. He’s also perfectly fine with lying in the mess. He doesn’t care as long as he gets to cuddle you right after.

He will have an overwhelming smug attitude though, especially if the sex was preceded by an argument, disagreement, or the acrobat just wanted to teach you a lesson. He can be a little shit when he wants to be.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I feel like we all know the answer to this one.

Dick’s butt is praised so much, that you already know he puts extra time and care into making sure it stays nice, right, and tight. He not so secretly loves when you play with it as well, whether it’s a light slap or pressing up against him even though he’s always the top. Notable mentions: His chest, abs, and thighs.

If you assumed his favorite body part on you was your ass, you’d guess right. Congratulations! You win nothing except a hard and playful smack on said ass from the acrobat. You’re welcome! Honorable mentions: Your waist, thighs, and chest. His weakness is any kind of jiggle and he is not ashamed or afraid of getting caught staring.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He may not play basketball but he’s a shooter (kill me). He can pretty much cover you anywhere or reach your furthest depths inside (careful if it’s M-Preg or he’ll definitely be the father).

He’s equal with where he likes to cum. He likes to sum on your face, chest, and body just as much as he loves to shoot down your throat and inside your hole. And the filthy little acrobat will definitely lick your cum off his hand after stroking you to your own finish. Let’s be clear now, this man has no shame.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dick’s got a body count. Not as high as Bruce’s maybe but it’s up there. He can play innocent all he wants, but that man can and will get down when he’s feeling it.

Which, speaking of, he has definitely used Nightwing to land him some ass. No, I will not be taking questions.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Again, he doesn’t exactly have the title of a playboy like his adoptive father, but Dick’s been around the block. So he definitely knows a thing or two when it comes to the down and dirty.

Even if you are experienced yourself, I can guarantee Dick knows some tricks you don’t know which will have you, well…let’s save that for the bedroom, shall we?

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Face down, ass up, and no that was not a suggestion. Dick absolutely favors any position where your ass is bouncing in his face. Doggy, reverse cowgirl, spooning, standing behind, anything.

He also loves a good 69 moment and enjoys the missionary positions where he can really put in some power while inside you. You on the bed and him standing, countertop, or a stand-carry.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

If you know Dick’s personality, while the boy can be an absolute menace in the bedroom, he’s still a goofball at heart. Also, known for his witty banter, you can expect some wild stuff to come out that man’s mouth while he’s cumming to yours (tee hee).

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dick is definitely well-groomed. He used to be a performer so he always took extreme care of his appearance. Keeps himself shaven and clean-cut, which definitely makes him appear bigger, as well as keeping those areas down there fresh and ready for any kind of play.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Dick is a romantic at heart. As much as he can be a little dominant shit in the bedroom, he’s always down for some soft love and intimate moments.

Candles, roses, food, massages with kisses down your body, maybe a little romantic dance before you get sweaty. You name it, Dick’s already thought of it and is thinking of more. Just as much as he wants to please you sexually, intimacy and romance never is off the table.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Dick is probably the most sexually active just behind Bruce, so you can definitely imagine that boy is no stranger to an evening alone with just him and his hand. Just as much as he knows how to please others, he knows how to please himself.

He knows when he’s in the mood to drag it out and edge himself while imagining or watching some slow, soft dirty dancing, and he knows when he’s frustrated and just needs to rub one out to get the edge off a little bit. Again, you won’t find many things in that realm that Dick has not either already tried or even just learned about.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Role-Playing: Once again, I bring up the fact that Dick is a retired performer. You know he’s one for the dramatics and theatrics, especially when it comes to sex. Whether it’s Nightwing coming to the rescue of some helpless dude, or instead that same person being abducted and forced to serve Nightwing to earn his freedom, nothing is off the table. And yes, as I just implied, that included CNC (Consensual-Non-Consensual). He’d never push you too far (unless variable circumstances apply), but he’s down to play any role. He’s the cop and you’re the guilty criminal he’s just arrested. You’re his student and desperately need a passing grade to graduate.

BDSM: He’s not too much into the lifestyle, but he definitely dabbles. He likes certain aspects of it, specifically the bondage, Dom/Sub roles, and getting to inflict punishments (his favorite being spanking cause it means he gets to play with your ass more). This also helps a lot with this abducted, helpless victim role-play when he gets to pull out the cuffs, rope, blindfolds, gags, and whatever else he’s got lying around. And he’s not opposed to the roles being reversed.

Dirty Talk: The guy is all about using his words remember. Self-explanatory.

Public Play (Exhibitionism): Dick’s not a sex addict, but he might as well be one with the way that man will drop his pants without a second thought, no matter where he is. Of course, he’s not just going to outright start doing it in front of others, but the thrill of pulling you into a dark corner, alleyway, restroom and the risk of you getting caught will always get him excited. Double points if you actually do get caught, because again, this man has no shame.

Honorable Mentions: Edge Play (choking/breath play), Impact Play (sub of BDSM, spanking, paddling, etc), Wrestling, Daddy kink, Mirror Sex, etc.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

As we just went over, public places really get Dick going. Especially if he’s out as Nightwing and wants to pull you into a random alley or bring you to some high-up rooftop, he will happily christen a surface that is not within the confines of his own house or private dwelling, and he won’t feel bad about it.

Other specific places?

The shower, any counter or table surface, the Batmobile, his motorbike, literally anywhere in his apartment, etc.

He really has no reservations about where he does it, as long as he can get up in you, he’s content.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

#1 – He’s a horny bastard: Again, he’s not a sex addict, but he sure has the sex drive of one. It doesn’t take much to get him turned on. A casual, suggestive sentence, the way your shorts are really highlighting your work in the gym, how you're sucking on the straw while sipping your drink, or even when you’re just standing or sitting doing nothing, that man will get hard and he will pounce on you.

#2 – Domestic Actions/Life: This is something I forgot to mention with Jason so I’ll mention it here because I’m definitely head-canoning that they both share this in common. Any kind of domestic act. You cook him dinner when he comes home or pack his lunch before he heads out for the day. Helping clean up his house or doing his laundry and folding his clothes. Running him a bath, washing his hair, giving him a massage after a hard day or night. Waiting up for him in bed after patrol and patting the space once he changes out of his uniform, laying down and letting him vent about anything on his mind while you rub his body or head. All of it and more will definitely have him up and ready for fun.

#3 – Jealousy: Now, you may think I mean when someone flirts with you and he gets all macho and protective, rah rah rah. Nope, not at all (unless we’re talking Alpha Dick in Omegaverse. Then, that’s different because, by the rule, it’s a part of his biology to be). Dick is actually quite casual and will find it humorous when someone tries to even think about flirting with you in hopes of stealing you away from him. He knows his worth, and even more, he knows how good his dick is. He’s not worried. But, when it’s the opposite, and someone flirts with him because again, this man is literally one of the most attractive beings probably in the entire world, he absolutely will be turned on at the sight of you staking your claim on him, chasing off any hag dared flirt with him in front of you.

Honorable Mentions: Arguing/Make-Up Sex, Clothing, exercising, any kind of physical touch.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Nothing that could involve serious injury or blood. Also, nothing even remotely unsanitary. I mean scat/throw-up/piss.

Also, he may be into very public displays of affection but do not get it twisted one bit. Dick is not into any type of sharing. He’s a sweetie at heart, but don’t piss him off with that ridiculous idea.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Dick is the goat of throat. Yeah, I said it…what you gon do? Beat my ass or something?

Just kidding, but no seriously, this man has a reputation known among his sexual partners for the danger to society that is his mouth, and not when it’s giving off a witty/sarcastic remark. He’s been known to drive some people to the brink of insanity, metaphorically speaking of course. But, then again, you never know with these people.

He loves to receive head and loves to give it even more. Especially when he gets to play with your balls and deny your orgasm every time you reach the edge, the little bastard. Same can be said if he’s munching on that hole too, which he eagerly does cause the sight of it puckering and winking at him sends all the little happy flutters to his own groin.

Now, if we’re talking again about receiving, and you think you’re gonna have him putty in your hand like he does with you, think again. This man is the definition of a seasoned veteran. There’s only been one known time he’s ever gotten overwhelmed and came from just head, and that was when he was a teenager. If you’re hoping to do that now, you’d better have expert-level skills, cause he will test you. Facefucking, choking and gagging, and whatever else that comes to mind.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the mood.

High off adrenaline after an intense patrol or fight? Congratulations, you’re about to be his next victim. You got jealous and cussed out someone for trying to flirt with him? Prepare to learn a whole new meaning of getting rough sex. Wore some 3 in shorts to the gym AND did a leg day? Gon head and bend that ass over, you’re about to experience why he’s called ‘Dick’ rather than ‘Rich’ or something else for a nickname. Please cancel any plans you have for that evening or the next day cause you may not be able to walk, stand, or even move for that manner.

On the opposite side, did you take his Nightwing suit and hand wash it, making it look like the day he first put it on? Sweet lord, you’re a treasure and he’s about to show you why. It’s your anniversary and you got him one of the most beautiful and sentimental gifts? You and your body are about to be treated like an award that he is the sole recipient of. You cussed out Bruce after he did something stupid and reckless again involving Dick or one of the others? Not only is Jason blessing the ground you walk on, Dick’s about to drop down on one knee and propose, and then proceed to treat your body like a slut in the most romantic and sensual way you could ever imagine. As a precaution, still, go ahead and cancel any future plans just in case.

Dick truly has no preference other than whatever he’s feeling at the moment. Long, deep strokes, or quick, fast juts? Whatever gets the job done and reminds you there’s nobody better than him is good in his book.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Dick loves quickies. As chaotic and busy as his life is, he practically lives off them and craves them.

Again, this man should have his headshot in the dictionary next to ‘horny’ or promiscuous. Cause if it was up to him? He’d be screwing you once every 2 hours at least. Whether it’s a quick handjob he’s giving you, or he’s got both your pants down while rapidly fucking into you cause he’s only got five minutes before he has to get back, he’s doing it.

The man thinks they should be protected and enshrined into law. That’s how much he loves them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’ll try anything and everything under the sun and moon as long as it’s not one of his already-mentioned no-no’s. If it adds excitement to the routine, why not? You never know with that man.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Very adamant stamina. His plentiful experiences have shaped it, and his physical training and endurance have added to it.

That man can do multiple rounds in a night, ranging anywhere from 3-5, and maybe even more if just that kind of night. He also knows his body, and can/will do what he needs to do to drag one round out for as long as he can until not only is he satisfied himself, but he feels he’s adequately satisfied you. And to be clear, you have absolutely no say on whether he feels like he’s satisfied you or not.

So please, get used to the idea of being overstimulated and crying at the 3rd or 4th orgasm he gives you before he’s even had one. It’ll save you a lot of frustration (not really but you get what I mean).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Dick, who again, will and has tried everything under the moon and sun. Of course, he has toys. What do you think this is? A playground? Please…

And trust, he’s going to get more. He’s probably signed up on a loyalty program with a sex store or website, and best believe he’s got diamond status.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A prayer for the innocent soul who unknowingly awakens the playful, petty, and vindictive part of Dick Grayson’s personality, especially when it comes to sex. May god, the universe, karma, whatever else have mercy on your soul and may the odds ever be in your favor.

There’s a reason I call Dick Grayson a little shit, bastard, fucker, and other various names because that is literally what he is, and I love him the more for it. He doesn’t get angry, upset, or even mad (unless it’s something serious). No, he gets petty, and that turns into him being the most teasing piece of shit in the bedroom, especially if you’ve challenged him in some kind of way.

Orgasm denial, forcing you to be quiet and stay still, sensory overload, multiple orgasms, and overstimulation; all this and he hasn’t even put his tongue on you yet, let alone his dick anywhere near you. That man is vindictive and will play on it until his heart’s content. Please, tread carefully when choosing whether or not you want to fuck with this man, especially if he’s in a mood.

Matter of fact, just run. Actually, don’t do that either. He likes the chase. FUCK! You’re screwed no matter what (metaphorically AND literally).

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Dick gets loud. And he wants you to get equally as loud with him.

He’s not afraid to let out the sluttiest sounds, from soft and quiet moans to loud and debauched shouts from the top of his lungs. He can be quiet if need be, but he’d rather not. He enjoys the idea of people knowing he’s getting lucky and, even more, the idea of people knowing you’re getting lucky from him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

That man has an obsession with doing it in his Nightwing suit. You think he picked that style and aesthetic for something as useless as flexibility, quick movement, and durability? Absolutely not. 

Dick absolutely knew what he was doing when he had his suit designed. He wanted to look like a slut and nothing more, and that's okay! I mean, come on, you think his ass looking that good in his uniform was a coincidence? A mistake? How innocent and naive of you.

Everyone should have known Dick’s true intentions when they saw how sinfully deep the cut was in his first suit that we all know and love as Discowing. That man fully intended for his suit to be something he could fuck up and fuck dudes in while looking hot. It was non-negotiable.

Look at him.

Like, I'm sorry, but what the hell do you mean I’m not supposed to be turned on and have my legs divorcing like a whore who's being prosecuted in a court of law due to adulterous behavior with this standing in front of me? Are you unwell?!?!?

Yeah, respectfully no. I will forever headcanon that Dick Grayson knew exactly what he was doing when he had his suits designed, and it was the complete opposite of what everyone was saying.

“Dick is quick and agile."

"He’s lightweight on his feet."

"He needs a suit that will support and accentuate his acrobatic skills.”

Absolutely not. That man is (respectfully in an empowering context) a slut, on the inside and out, and he wanted a suit that would best show it to the world. I will not be gaslit into believing otherwise.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

What Dick lacks in girth, he makes up for in length and skill. He’s definitely not thin, but he's a little under-average when it comes to thickness. Somewhere between 6-7 inches.

More than likely cut, and has a voluptuous head that’s perfect for sucking on and teasing.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

We’ve discussed this in great length, multiple times. It’s self-explanatory at this point. The man is basically the human equivalent of a rabbit or bunny.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Dick can stay up long after the round has been up, especially if he’s in a mood where he wants to talk. Ironically, after fucking like some wild animals with the most questionable mindsets and morals, he loves to shoot the shit and have pillow talk after.

I don’t know how many times I have to say it, but Dick is basically a chatterbox and will ask you about your day, what you had for lunch, who pissed you off at work, and more while still buried inside of your ass with your dick pressed between both your stomachs. He’s also content with turning on the TV or whatever screen is available and watching a movie or something until you both fall asleep. Mind you, he’s probably still inside you and is going to try his best to stay inside even if he’s gone soft and keeps slipping out.

☀️ | Dick Grayson/Nightwing | ☀️

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Never Again is NOW

This evening marks the beginning of Yom HaShoah. This Jewish holiday and Holocaust Remembrance Day marks the anniversary of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising.

Yom HaShoah is different than International Holocaust Remembrance Day. On International Holocaust Remembrance Day, we mourn the 6 million Jews, as well as the Romani and all the others who were systematically slaughtered by the Nazis during World War II.

Yom HaShoah is the day for Jews mourn our dead and to remember the Jews who heroically fought back against the Nazis in the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising. We mourn the 6 million Jews who were murdered the LAST time the entire world was infected by the mind-virus of Jew-hate.

In the midst of this current global tidal wave of Jew-hate, we Jews say NEVER AGAIN. Never again is NOW.

And a reminder to non-Jews who might try to steal this phrase:

Never Again is a Jewish phrase. Period. It doesn’t belong to non-Jews.

Never Again refers to the Shoah, and to the THOUSANDS of years of violent Jew-hatred we have endured before then.

Never Again states that we Jews will NEVER AGAIN be slaughtered by the millions.

If you are a goy, and you use this phrase for any other purpose, you are engaging in cultural appropriation.

You are appropriating Jewish trauma and pain that IS NOT YOURS.

Unless you are willing to shoulder the burden of 3500+ years of Jewish history, you do NOT get to use this phrase.

If you steal Never Again for any other context, all you are doing is broadcasting that you are a Jew-hating bigot who engages in Holocaust Inversion.

And you can take your antisemitic bigotry and go fuck off into the sun.

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Baruch ata Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha-olam, borei p’ri hagafen.

Baruch ata Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha-olam, asher kid’shanu b’mitzvotav v’ratza vanu, v’shabbat kod’sho b’ahava uv’ratzon hinchilanu, zikaron l’ma’aseh b’reishit. Ki hu yom t’chila l’mikra-ay kodesh, zaycher l’tziat mitzrayim. Ki vanu vacharta v’otanu kidashta mikol ha’amim. V’shabbat kod-shi-cha b’ahava uv’ratzon hinchal tanu. Baruch ata Adonai, mi’kadesh ha Shabbat.

(Blessed are you, Lord our G-d, Ruler of the Universe, who creates the fruit of the vine.

Blessed are you, Lord our G-d, Ruler of the Universe, how has sanctified us with his commandments and favored us, and given us in love and favor his holy Shabbat as an inheritance, as a remembrance of the act of creation. For this day is the beginning of all holy days, a remembrance of the Exodus from Egypt. For you have chosen us and you have blessed us from among all the nations. And you have bequeathed us your holy Shabbat in love and favor. Blessed are you, Lord, who sanctifies Shabbat.)

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Feel this, to all those races, colors, and creeds, every man bleeds

For the countless victims and all the families of the murdered, tortured, enslaved

Raped, robbed and persecuted — Never Again

To the men, women, and children who died in their struggle to live

Never to be forgotten, Reuven Ben Menachem, yo…

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My own blood dragged through the mud

Perished in my heart, still cherished and loved

Stripped of our pride, everything we lived for

Families cried, there's nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide

Tossed to the side, access denied

6 million died, for what?

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Yo, a man shot dead in his back

Helpless women and children under constant attack

For no reason 'til the next season and we still bleeding

Yo it's freezing and men burn in Hell, some for squeezing

No hope for a remedy, nothing to believe

Moving targets who walk with the star on their sleeve

Forever marked with a number tattooed to your body

Late night, eyes closed, clutched to my shotty

Having visions, flashes of death camps and prisons

No provisions, deceived by the Devil's decisions

Forced into a slave, death before dishonor

For those men who were brave, shot and sent to their grave

Can't awaken, it's too late, everything's been taken

I'm shaken, family, history in the making

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Never again shall we march like sheep to the slaughter

Never again shall we sit and take orders

Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name

Raped of our freedom and thrown into the flames

Forced from our families, taken from our homes

Removed from our G-d then burned of our bones

Never again, never again, shall we march like sheep to the slaughter

Never again leave our sons and daughters

Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name

(Never again) Raped of our freedom and thrown into the flames

Forced from our families, taken from our homes

Removed from our G-d and everything we own (Never again)

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Some fled through the rumors of wars

But most left for dead, few escaped to the shores

With just one loaf of bread, banished

Called in for questioning and vanished, never to be seen again

I can't express the pain, that was felt in the train

To Auschwitz, tears poured down like rain

Naked, face to face with the master race

Hatred, blood, and David, my heart belongs to God and stays sacred

Rabbis and priests, disabled individuals

The poor, the scholars — all labeled common criminals

Mass extermination, total annihilation

Shipped into the ghetto and prepared for liquidation

Tortured and starved, innocent experiments

Stripped down and carved up or gassed to death

The last hour, I smelled the flowers

Flashbacks of family then sent to the showers

Powerless, undressed, women with babies clumped tight to their chest — crying

Who would've guessed — dying

Another life lost, count the cost

Another body gas-burned and tossed in the Holocaust

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Never again shall we march like sheep to the slaughter

Never again leave our sons and daughters

Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name

Raped of our freedom and thrown into the flames

Forced from our families, taken from our homes

Removed from our G-d and everything we own

Never again, never again, shall we march like sheep to the slaughter

Never again shall we sit and take orders

Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name

(Never again) Raped of our freedom and thrown into the flames

Forced from our families, taken from our homes

Removed from our G-d then burned of our bones (Never again)

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Never Again. Never Again.

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From the USA to Afghanistan

From Israel to Pakistan

From Iraq to Iran

To Russia, Poland, and France

From China over to Japan

Worldwide

Never Again

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Shema Yisrael Adonai eloheinu Adonai ehad

(“Hear O Yisrael, the Lord is our G-d, the Lord is One.” The Shema is the most important prayer in Judaism. It is the declaration of our faith in one G-d. Jews say the Shema prayer every day, in the morning and evening. And we also say the Shema before we die.)

FIRE!

*GUNSHOT*

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[anon: Hi can you write an Alphabet head cannon for Johnny cage and male reader?] i assume you mean an nsfw alphabet? i cannot find any other alphabet, so i apologize if i got it wrong T_T.

startin off strong with THE johnny cage. john john. yeah. that guy.

cw: nsfw, mxm, bodyworship, little bit of praise, edging, johnny fuckin' cage, baby. proofread MINORS DNI

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Johnny's actually like a golden retriever. As much as he likes to show off,- and that doesn't mean he won't in bed either- he has a very tender side. Afterwards, he refuses to let you leave his arms. Need your clothes? Nope, he'll get them. As long as you hold his hand. Need a bath? He's carrying you to it. Maybe a little snack? Some water? Dragging you along for the adventure. And after all that, he'll tuck you both in, hold you reaaallll close, and whisper sweet nothings until either you or him are asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Johnny's favorite body part? God, what isn't to love about him? It's so hard to choose! Just kidding. It's his biceps and his pecs. He's proud of 'em. Makes him feel all big and strong, means you can't run away like Sonya did. Though, he still loves every part of his body equally. Let's not forget about his little friend down there.

On you, it has to be your thighs. Or maybe your hands? God, he can't choose. Everything about you is perfection to him. No, no, it's definitely your stomach! Wait... no. It's your face. Nah, that doesn't do you justice. It's everything. Genuinely. He can't choose. Don't ask him to.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's more than fine cumming anywhere. Inside? Gladly. On your thigh? Fuck yes. Stomach? Sign him up. It's like an autograph to him, as long as he gets to "sign" you, he's happy as hell.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's dominant, yes. He likes being the star of the show. But he will let you top him here and there. His dirty secret? Just how much he yearns to moan your name. Yell it, let him know who he belongs to. But he won't admit it. His pride can't take that hit. Not yet.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

God, what doesn't he know? He's an actor, baby. He's THE Cage. He's had more than his fair share of experience. He knows your body almost more than you do, exactly where to touch to illicit a reaction from you, just the right spots to hit, and those sweet sweet words that turn you on instantly.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He love love loves cowgirl- or shall we call it cowboy? Not reverse, though. He needs to see your face. Has to. Non-negotiable. He likes to get his hands all over you, and he loves to see your pleasure. How else is he supposed to know that he's making you feel so damn good? Not that he isn't, god he knows, but just a reassurance.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

You're asking if Johnny Fuckin' Cage is serious? No. Hell no. He's crackin' jokes, but mainly he's praising himself. Not that he isn't praising you, either. But You hear a lot of "How's li'l Johnny treatin' ya?", in a way, it's kind of sexy. In a very CAGE-y way, at least.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's got some body hair. Mainly, a happy trail, complimented by his V-Line. A little arm hair, but he keeps his chest clean. Pubic hair wise, he's got a little. Keeps himself trimmed, but still keeps some down there. Compliments his dick, that's what it does.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

God, he's so sweet it'll make your teeth hurt. Amongst his little ego-boosting, he swings praises your way. All honeyed, yet truthful nonetheless. His touch has always been full of longing, more so than lust. Everything he says is true. You know that. Regardless, he's gonna drill that into you. And drill into you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off quite frequently. Though, he will always, always prefer you. Being in you, your hand, your mouth. But with his sex drive, he jacks off at least once a week, and if you aren't around, 7 days a week, baby. Always thinkin' of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Body worship. Through and through. He fuckin' loves it when you're all over him, gliding your hands from his collarbone to his waist, tracing his V-line, his abs, his tattoos, all with such love and yearning. Taking almost 30 minutes to explore each others bodies before anything goes in anywhere is always a pre-requisite.

He also LOVES edging. You, specifically. He's an asshole that way. Listening to you beg, whimper, cry to release. To cum allll over you and him. Fuck, does that get him going. He's almost let you just cum each and every time. One of these days, he's gonna break.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, baby. Anywhere, anytime. He is always down. Shower sex? Yes. Quickie in a restroom somewhere? As long as it's as clean as a Bucca Di Beppo bathroom, yes. Speaking of, god, if he could fuck you in a Bucca Di Beppo, he so would. Now THAT'S fine dinin'.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You, always you. But specifically when you're fighting anyone. Not him, of course, shit, he's terrified of you. But all determined like that, nose bloody, knuckles bloodied, bruised. God, you are just SEETHING with sexual energy. And damn, he's going to fuck you after you win. However you like, baby.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that'll hurt you. Hard no for him. He refuses to do anything of the sort. He can't hurt that pretty little body of yours, can he? No, no he can't. That is a cardinal sin, baby. He can't even fight you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh, he loves giving. And he doesn't mind receiving. But fuck, he loves watching you squirm, gripping the sheets, and running your hands through his hair as he goes down on you. And he loves how you reward him after, it's like dessert.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can go however fast you like, baby. You feelin' like enjoying the night, all romantic and sensual? Absolutely, anything for you. He will make the first round last for an hour. Feelin' especially frisky and want to scream his name all night (and all day, if your stamina so permits it)? Fuck. Yes. Say no more.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He'll do 'em. He aint afraid. Especially if you two only have time for that. He'll make sure your both satisfied and have both came. At least twice. But he does prefer having the full experience. He likes having you anytime, though.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Always, and forever, babe. He'll try everything at least once. He's fucked you in the most scandalous places before, too. One time, he was fairly sure Liu Kang was watching. That's why he fucked ya then and there.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hours, day and night. Ride him like a horse. He'll wear that cowboy hat for ya, too. At least, that's what he said. The longest you've two have lasted was from 12am-4am. With breaks. But he sure didn't seem winded. Not in the slightest.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

So. Fucking. Many. For you, for him, for both of you. He loves watching you pleasure yourself with his toys. And vice versa. He loves torturing you with em, too. Watching you nearly tap out and lean up against him cause you couldn't hold yourself up while he was fuckin' ya senseless and using a remote-control cockring. He also LOVES his sybian. Both of you grinding up, little bit of frotting, knowing you feel just as good as he does. Fuck, it makes him hard at the thought.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he's a fucking dickhead. As mentioned, he LOVES to edge you. How weak you are against him, yet knowing you want more, knowing you love it. He could do it all night baby. Make sure you got good impulse control. He won't hold back.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's LOUD, baby, real loud. He wants you to know how good you make him feel. And he wants to praise you. How good you are, taking his dick. Like a champ. He'll moan, and grunt, and growl. All in your ear, too. He knows you like it. A little bit of breath play, for a good boy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The amount of sex tapes in his phone is INSANE. But he won't post em, not if you don't want it. He knows his adoring fans would love it, and he'd LOVE to show off his boy to all of em. He gets off watchin' 'em, too. Are you surprised?

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's a biiiig boy. Took you a bit to get used to him. He's a shower, though. He's about 6.7" in length, and 1.9" wide. Leans slightly to the left. Circumsized.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's gotta fuck ya at least once a day. His sex drive is through the roof, I mean. He's Johnny Cage. If he doesn't get his dick wet once a day, who is he?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Yeah, he's tired as shit afterwards, but until you have been cleaned up, drank, and ate if you needed to, then he's out. He refuses to fall asleep beforehand. And normally, he has to make sure you fell asleep first.

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f i c m a s t e r l i s t

p o l i c i e s (please read before making requests!)

b a d s a m a r i t a n The Best of You, Honey, Belongs to Me Blackthorn Cover Myself in the Ashes of You Dumb Ways To Die Enough of You to Dull the Pain (18+) Hellbent Looking For A Godsend Hit Me With Your Best Shot I Got This Feeling On A Summer Day (18+) I'm Gooey in the Middle Baby Let Me Bake In His Eyes A Flaming Glow Intrigued and Afraid Keep You Like An Oath (18+) Killing Me Softly My Baby Shot Me Down (18+) Not Much Between Despair and Ecstasy (18+) Only Touch That Gets Me Melting (18+) Run Rabbit Run (18+) Say My Name Send a Thousand Kings Away Shia Surprise Something Good to Celebrate Stop, Look and Listen, It's Halloween! Taste of a Poison Paradise Trust in Me, Just in Me With Your Scars and Your Lonely Heart Your Body's a Secret Girl and You're About to Spill It (18+)

t h e b o y s Watch That Butcher Burn

b r o a d c h u r c h Always Leave Me With a Hungry Heart Am I Doing This Right? An Art to Life's Distractions Beating Like A Kick Drum Girls Like Girls Like Boys Do It's Been a Long, Long Time Love's Perfect Ache Now and Again We Try to Just Stay Alive Regale You With A Gourd-geous Tale Say You'll Remember Me Say You'll Remember Me (Denali's Version) Tell Me It's A Nightmare What My Heart Was Worth

d o c t o r w h o Cuddle, Meet Puddle Cute Things Don't Blink (Part 1) Don't Turn Your Back (Part 2) Don't Look Away (Part 3) Dreams See Us Through (Part 4) Hate the Feeling of Falling Have a Holly Jolly Christmas Horrible Things Isn't That Wizard It's How I'm Made Let Me Come Home Little Creepy House Love Letters On the Brave Shit The Origin of (Love Bug) Species What Beautiful Things I'll Wear When the Crypt Doors Creak You Know That I Would Jump Too

d u c k t a l e s Tales of Daring

g o o d o m e n s All I Want For Christmas Aziraphale's Favorite Author Dance on a Tightrope of Weird Free as My Hair His Love is All in Me How the Wine Plays Tricks on My Tongue Lockdown Blues Making Biscuits My Heart's a Stereo Naked in That Garden (18+) Out There Making DuckTales Pickin' Up the Pieces of the Mess You Made Road to Hell Something Meaty For The Main Course Step Too Far Tongue Tied Your Love is Holy (18+)

f a l l o f t h e h o u s e o f u s h e r Tomorrow I Shall Be Fetterless (18+)

f r i g h t n i g h t Emptiness to Melody Everybody Scream in Our Town of Halloween Fixed Up to the Nines Howl Like an Animal in the Darkness I'm So Hot I'd Fuck Myself (18+) I'm Starvin', Darlin', Let Me Put My Lips to Somethin' Late Night Devil Put Your Hands On Me (18+) Make Me Glow Night of Long Fangs (18+) Parade of Dancing Skeletons Talk So Pretty (18+) Who Are You Supposed To Be, Criss Angel? (18+)

h a u n t i n g o f b l y m a n o r ???

j u r a s s i c p a r k / w o r l d Best Behavior The Future Ex Mrs. Malcolm

p r o d i g a l s o n But Then My Stupid Phone Beeps Never Fallen From Quite This High Office Supplies Rude Boy They are the Hunters, We are the Foxes Trigger Happy With a Sense of Poise (18+)

s l o w h o r s e s Imposing Figure Inappropriate

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The Encounter of Two Flames | React | Spoilers

SO LOVELIES I REALLY ENJOYED THESE TWO PARTS LEMME TELL YA

Like...especially when part 6 came about???? Ahhhhh anyways let's goooo

We start with Satan rollin' and tusslin' with Sitri (who isn't being called Sitri just yet, just a devil with no name) and I'm just like damn so it's like that huh?

But I mean...why wouldn't it be? Hell is pretty much a place where anything goes so this isn't really above that with random devils being feral and attackin' folks lol

But...why did they have to say "he pinned his arms on the ground" because my brain did not see that innocently.

ANYWAYS

I know he's pretty much all instinct and no brain cells, but feral Sitri is giving me what I need. A devil at his core without direction. The thrill, the danger, all of datttt.

BUT again, I digress....(over here simpin' for feral sitri like i'm s t a r v i n g)

So it seems Satan has found this rumored devil beast and tries to talk with him, but to his surprise he is unable to speak to him in words just growls.

I like how Satan just casually comments that devils are just fucking made without proper thought. I'm sure early on he meant God and not necessarily Lilith (or honestly he could have meant both of them who knows)

So he tries to test Sitri, and was even like "should I kill you?" and Sitri ofc responds very aggressively, indicating that he can't speak but he can understand Satan. I really want to know his thought process and how he processes Satan's words though.

I know that the devil's have their own language, because it's been brought up a couple times in the side stories with Ppyong and Minhyeok with Ppyong complaining that he can't read Minhyeok's language but he can still understand him. So if Sitri can't read or talk...I wonder how it is he can understand his native tongue? Perhaps body language, that sort of thing.

Satan indirectly telling Sitri he has big D energy lolololololololol

Seriously though, he asks for Sitri to be his subordinate but he just straight up BITES him lmao

flashback to me writing about my fankid Cain biting Satan's arm too...it seems that Satan is used to this kind of reaction after all. This also was by chance I had no idea they were going to have this happen for them lol

So he's just out here chewin' and munching on his arms and then....

Apparently by drinking Satan's blood you can also see his memories. And that's an interesting fact that I shall use in my future writing later....

So it turns out that he saw a lot through Satan's blood, making it to where he even backs away from him and tries to keep his distance, Satan is just over here like "haha told you so, you can't beat me." and well he would be right. At this point he could very much get rid of Sitri in a second.

Buttt not so fast.

So Satan thanks him for killing off angels in Gehenna, and Sitri tries AGAIN to attack him and gets a swift kick in the gut. It seems our feral boi just won't let up just yet. Satan even brings up the fact that Sitri may be pissed that he saw that there are other devils he simply can't defeat.

He even calls him out by saying Sitri does like him he just doesn't know how to process everything at the moment. He offers to show him more.

Oh my.

So Satan does the craziest thing (his poor red lump friends are freaking out this entire time btw) and pulls out his fucking heart! So ya'll who guessed that it was Satan's heart were in fact correct. It appears that devil's hearts are just smaller versions of themselves, which is a cool concept instead of looking like a human heart. Which I mean yes that would make sense a devil's heart would be different.

The reason Satan even did this though, is because Sitri has to see and accept his blood properly, straight from the source of his heart/core. And I'm just like this is so badass when you really think about it because I imagine if the other Kings had found Sitri first it would go very different and Satan is just like "yah drink my blood it's all good, we're bonding"

also this cg is very pretty like sunset/sunrise in the backgroun, satan's pretty pink hair, that little fang...ahhhhhhhhh

He's makin' us fall in love with him all over again ain't he?

Feral Sitri is thinking very deeply about taking the offer of biting into Satan's heart...it's really just wild to me though that this was his life prior to what we're seeing now. Just living off the land, killing, with raw power??? I mean...just from this lore alone we know that Sitri is really fucking strong, and I wonder if he's the strongest noble out of all the countries. That's something to think about. (i mean he did fucking set all of gehenna on fire from being depressed so...)

So Feral Sitri takes a bite, and well...it's a night and day difference when he does!!

The information processes so much I think I would personally go mad from having to do that but Sitri is doing well. He learns about the Kings, Hell, how it all ties together, Satan being the one to run front and center of it all.

He calls him "Master" and even starts crying and stuff.

Ya'll this entire time I could only think about this....

Also the scene where he and Lestat first exchange blood.

Phew....like Sitri being all submissive and level headed just gives me vibes from this movie (and show)

I'm sorry ya'll I'll stop LMAO (the music in the background in the event didn't help)

But yes, Sitri is totally tamed now after seeing Satan's full self, memories, and that he is going to forever be his devil. His right hand, ride or die, basically everything. And thus why we see that he has so much devotion for Satan and values his opinion.

OH SO SATAN NAMED HIM SITRI

And Sitri says it back to which the red lump devils blush when hearing him say it. (I love these little guys they are adorable)

Satan goes to say that he liked him upon first meeting him and that he wants him to stay by his side, learn to read and fight, and he mentions for Levi to raise him???

And me and the devils and Sitri are like???? Satan what? who?

LOL NOT LEVI COMIN' IN WITH THE INSULT

and Satan is like "You can't call me that unless you're Mammon"

w h

a t

Turns out Mammon is there too.

there goes my theory that he was trapped.....

So I was way off, it seems that this happened after Mammon's origin story which would have me believe that it's possible that Mammon is older than Satan, and possibly older than Levi, but not older than Beel and Lucifer. And technically since Belphie is still asleep, who knows how old he is. Me trying to figure out this timeline has me running in circles lol

So Levi and Mammon are there because they were trying to get Sitri first...perhaps Leviathan just wanted Sitri for his own reasons, and Mammon wanted him just because and I assume Bimet wasn't an adult just yet to be his right hand devil at this time.

Satan is feeling dizzy and requested a healing devil, Mammon is just like "ah hell you're cute I'll help you."

screaming because this is pretty much why i love their dynamic and why Astra is in a polyship with them...

Levi was just gonna let his ass pass out. lmao Instead he's bitching about how Satan is requesting him to "raise this filthy beast" and not hand him over (Levi calls Sitri an "it" but that's to be expected with his rude ass lol)

And Satan is like "I'll invade Hades if you don't" and I'm laughing my ass off because that's such a Satan thing to say.

And Levi just kinda scruffs Sitri like a cat and is like "Ugh he stinks" and Mammon is happy that Levi is listening to Satan and wants to pat his head and Levi ofc is pissed and saying for Mammon to back the fuck up.

Even back then Leviathan is just taking names and dishing out the heat. He's only listening because he finds it annoying if he lets Satan just raid out Hades like that.

The red lumps assume that it's because Satan is strong and would win, but-

Levi. Bro. Sir. P L E A S E lmaoooooo

I'm crying.

But Satan tells a struggling Sitri that since he found him first to make sure he comes back and stays strong while under Levi.

Levi is just out here having the time of his life though just scruffin' Sitri, and treating him like some object or weapon which okay I guess Levi go off.

"I may invade Gehenna to get my hands on this thing once I unlock its abilities"

*EYE ROLL*

Don't say that about Sitri. I'll box you.

The babies. Mammon probably was just holding him like :)))) look at this cute devil that I own. So small, so delicate...

I love them your honor.

Then some time later....Foras is doing his whole thing and saying that a devil wants to request an audience with Levi.

Ya'll do you see how annoyed he is already like goddamn what were you doing that was so important?

But he knows it's Sitri that wants to see him....and well it seems that we will learn on part 7 what he wants!!!

So the reason that part 6 was my favorite is obvious, because ya'll saw me going ham on those gifs and enjoying the interaction with the Kings once again meeting up in one area. It really just has me knowing that their "friendships" are that far back...and their dynamics will always stay the same. Levi always giving empty threats, Satan being headstrong, Mammon in the back just being casual and observing while patronizing his peers without knowing that's a bad thing to do lol

But I'm one step closer to figuring out this timeline ya'll...it's still far but I'm getting there slowly...this is one of the times I actually care about lore timelines even though my fic doesn't really follow it anyways. (it's important though for my fankid au)

But yeesss I'll see ya'll on the next react! I'm stacking 'em up again so it will be day 7 and 8 the next go around.

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Yay requests! I've been waiting for this

Lee!Gojo getting destroyed by Ler!Nanami for constantly bothering him!

{Requests are closed! This one's an older one <3}

AHHH I LOVE IT! Nanami as a Ler is so GOOD? And Lee!Gojo my beloved! I've gotcha covered, anon! :3

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Nanami was going to kill him.

“Nanana-NAMI!” Gojo sang out to him in the tune of that one Rihanna song, doing a little jig as he came up to him. “Nanana-NAMI! Nami! Nami-” “WHAT..do you want, Gojo?” Twisting on his heels, he glared at the shorter man, finding himself eye to eye with him. Well- eye to blindfold anyway.

“Heeeeeey.” Gojo grinned, bouncing on his heels. “I got a question for you.”

Nanami closed his eyes, seeking patience. “What is it?”

“What’s a fast zombie?”

….Nanami stared at him. Then, with some reluctance, he accepted his fate. “What?”

“Guess!” Gojo insisted, waving his hands.

“I don’t know-”

“A Zoombie!” Gojo cried in glee, laughing hysterically. Nanami felt a vein pop.

“Gojo…” He went for his tie..and stopped. A better idea came to mind. He narrowed his eyes, activating his ability.

The world was green, Gojo’s silhouette before him as he scanned him from head to toe. Then, it was revealed- white dashed lines across his lowest set of ribs. Perfect.

“G-Get it? A Zoom-BEEEH!” Gojo’s giggles were cut off with a sharp squeal when Nanami jabbed at his waist, going right for the spot he saw. Silence filled the area soon after- Gojo gaping at him with flushed cheeks as Nanami blinked.

“Ah..still ticklish I presume?”

“N-Nanami hold on now..you don’t want to do this-” Gojo was running now, his body flailing like a muppet as he made a mad dash for safety. Nanami merely walked after him.

“D-Don’t! Don’t you dahahahre- wahahit slow doohhown!” Gojo cried out with a laugh when he made it to the dorms. No one was home- the kids had gone out to a movie or something. This was both a blessing and a curse for the pale sorcerer- he had no one to witness his downfall, but also no one to sacrifice for the greater good. “Cohohome on, Nanami! Spa-ARE-”

His legs hit the couch, sending him tumbling over it cartoonishly. Nanami didn’t speed up, merely walking around the couch and climbing on top of him. “Nahahahnami pleahahhahse!”

“Please what?” He rolled up his sleeves, cracking his knuckles.

“Doohohon’t do thihihihs!”

“You want me to.” He didn’t need to elaborate. The fact Gojo ran instead of using his ability spoke for itself. Gojo fell silent upon realizing this 

Another tense pause. Nanami raised a brow as Gojo weighed his options.

“Um…is it too late now to say sorry?” He asked.

“Yes.” Nanami didn’t hesitate, fingers flying across Gojo’s torso with reckless abandon. Beneath him, Gojo arched with a loud squawk, full body spasming as he dissolved into laughter.

“Nahahhahaha! Nahahanah-nahahahahhahanahhahahamihiihhihiiiiiiiii!” He cried, shoving at the older man’s hands as they tapped along his ribs. “Wahahhahait I cahhahahan’t! Geahahahahhaa, hohohohohld ohohohohon!”

“I highly doubt that. You’re rather known for your stamina- at least that’s what you like to brag about.” Nanami moved his hands up to Gojo’s upper ribs, a smaller spot he saw with his 7:3 technique. Gojo nearly flew off the couch when he pinched there. “Is it all a lie?”

“Hehehehehell nohohohoho! I’ve gohohohohot stahhahaaminahahhaha for dahahhahys! Whahahait- thahhahat ihhihihiihsn’t an ihihihihiihnvihihih-EHEHEHEHEHEHE!”

“Sounded like one to me. Let's see how long you can go, shall we?” The blonde clicked his tongue as he dropped his hands to Gojo’s lower ribs.

“GEHAHAHHA!” Gojo’s squirms and laughter increased by tenfold at the touch, turning him into a thrashing bull beneath Nanami’s strong hands. “NOHOHOHOOH NOHOHOHT THEHEHEHEHRE!” His cheeks were on fire, smile was big and goofy and all so nostalgic. Nanami could recall numerous times where Suguru and Shoko tickled him like this. It was one of the happier times of their youth.

The thought made him somewhat sad. When was the last time Gojo truly laughed like this? He always seemed to find things funny, but it all felt so forced- like he was overdoing it to hide how he really felt. This, however? This felt natural- just like before.

“TAHAHAKE THIS!” Hands suddenly grabbed his hips, squeezing with such a rapid pace Nanami jumped several feet back. “Hehehheahaha..gohohotcha nohohohow!” Gojo groaned as he sat up, blindfold crooked as one blue eye gleamed at his friend. “Yoohohu had your fun…and nohohow it’s time for mine!”

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“Heh…hehehe..hehehehheeeeh…” An exhausted Gojo laid across the tatami mats, huffing and puffing as he wrapped his arms around himself. Despite his bold claim, he was no match for Nanami. “I fohohohrgot yohohou’re so gohohohood at thihihs..”

“Hm.” The blonde hummed, walking back over with two cups of tea before sitting beside him. “I doubt it’s anything I did. You just refused to use your limitless ability.”

The number one thing that would have saved Gojo, and he refused to turn it back on. The pale haired man laughed as he sat up, taking the tea and draining most of it with one clean gulp. “Wouldn’t be as fun if I did.” He grew quiet, side by side with Nanami as he sipped his drink. “Hey…thanks, by the way.”

“I did nothing to warrant it.”

“No, you did. You always do. You put up with my bullshit like no other, and you willingly entertain me.” Gojo smiled in his cup, his voice unusually soft. “I haven’t had anyone like that in a long time. It’s..nice. Really nice.”

Nanami raised a brow but didn’t turn to look at him, knowing Gojo needed a second. Instead, he sipped his drink, watching the shadows of the room dance as the sun shifted. “I suppose you’re not nearly as annoying as you act.”

“Oo, a compliment from my beloved!” Gojo gushed, throwing himself at the blonde and making fake kissy noises. “Now shut up and kiss me!”

“Get out of here!” Nanami pushed him back, watching him tip over in a fit of giggles. That smile was like the one before, easing something tight in his chest.

He supposed he could get used to this.

Thanks for reading!

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@steddiemas Day 6 - Baking & Cookie Decorating

pairing: pre-steddie | word count: 1,911 | rated: G

A couple days later finds Eddie on his way to Steve’s house at the early as fuck hour of 8:30am

“AARrugh–fuuck!” he curses again, trying to stifle down another cracking yawn, “It should be illegal to be up this early.”

“You mean the normal time people get up?”

“No, normal is lunchtime. Realistic is two.”

“God, you’re such a loser.”

“And yet you still hang out with me.”

“Uh, no. I hang out with Steve and El and Lucas and sometimes Dustin. You’re just there by association.”

“Ouch Red, that hurts my soul.” He winces dramatically 

“What soul?”

Eddie grins at her, “Touché, Maxine”

Her tiny, pointy knuckles meet his bicep as he pulls Bessie into the Harringtons’ driveway.

They’re having a pre-thanksgiving dinner with the party before they all have actual Thanksgiving with each of their families, and Max insisted on coming over early to help Steve with preparations.

“If we don’t go help, he’s going to do it all by himself you know.”

“Robin will be there, I’m sure.”

“Yeah, he’s gonna do everything by himself. You know Robin is moral support at best.”

“And what are we gonna be, huh? You think I’m any better?”

She had huffed at that. “We’re going, Munson.”

So, here they are. Like Eddie suspected, as soon as they breach the front door, Robin is visible on one of the stools at the island, sleep rumpled and a mug in hand, and Steve is standing at the stove already.

“Good ‘morrow to you, Lord and Lady Buckley,” Eddie bellows, startling them both, “Myself and the young Miss Mayfield have traveled far to be with you on this momentous day, and to offer to you our services.” he gives them a dramatic bow, glancing up through his lashes.

Steve is grinning, Robin has collapsed forward onto the counter in front of her, Max is groaning. 

He stands straight again, “We may only be a couple of lowly peasants in your Kingdom, but the call to help was unavoidable.”

“Eddie did not want to come help, lemme make that clear.”

“Shut up, Max”

“You shut up, liar–”

“Okay, okay!” Steve laughs, interrupting them, “Many thanks to you both for making the trip; your help will be greatly appreciated.”

Eddie’s stomach goes soupy, he loves when Steve plays along.

“So, what can we do?” he asks, clapping his hands once and rubbing his palms together like he’s itching to get started.

“Well, it is still pretty early (“I told  you.”, “Shut up, Eddie.”), so right now you can help by telling me how you like your eggs.”

The turkey goes into the oven halfway through breakfast, Steve having prepped it last night, so Steve starts to cipher out what else he needs to make.

“Dustin said that Claudia was making a pumpkin pie for us, so we’re set there, I’m making the sweet potato casserole, Lucas said that his mom is sending over a pan of greens with him and Erica, Robin has the stuffing covered–”

“I make a mean can of Stovetop.” Robin cuts in from the sink where she’s washing the few dishes from breakfast.

“Pretty much everyone else is bringing something…” Steve looks lost for a moment, then his expression turns tense, that crease between his brows cuts deep into his skin.

Max must see this too because she says, “What about cookies?”

“Cookies?”

“Yeah, like the sugar cookies you made everyone a tin of last year?” “You made everyone sugar cookies?? Why wasn’t I given any?” Steve rolls his eyes, “‘Cause last year you were just Eddie “The Freak” Munson,”

“Hey–I resent that,” Eddie pokes Steve in the chest, “I’m still Eddie “The Freak” Munson, thank you very much.” “Many apologies, Your Freak-ness, how ever shall I make it up to you.” His tone is sarcastic, but the words make a whole matter of unsavory retorts gather on Eddie’s tongue.

“C’mon Steve, I want those damn cookies!” Max demands, smacking a palm onto the counter to really sell it.

“Hey! Language.” 

“I also want some of those damn cookies.” Robin agrees.

“Yeah c’mon Stevie, I didn’t get to have any last year and now I’m curious.” “Dude, they’re the best cookies ever. I hate that he only makes them once a year.”

“Okay, okay, fine! Lemme make sure I have everything I need.”

He does, so he gets to work as requested demanded, though he does send Max and Robin (with her newly acquired license) to the store for powdered sugar. “For the frosting..I’m sure you want frosting on these, right?”

Eddie sticks close after they leave, watching Steve work and passing him ingredients.

At one point, Eddie scoops up a cup of flour for him, only to have Steve wrap his hand over his on the handle of the cup and start to stir the flour in it with a fork.

“Uh, do you always need to stir your flour before putting it in?” Is that a thing? Eddie has never done that, even within the few times he’s ever actually baked something before.

“You do if the person scooping packs it into the cup like this.” Steve teases, spinning the fork around in his hand to scrape the now-overflowing heap of flour off the top of the measuring cup and back into the bag with the handle. “Flour doesn’t get packed down to measure, fluffy and loose measurements only.” Steve pulls Eddie’s hand forward and upends the cup over the mixing bowl. 

Eddie’s mouth feels like it’s coated in flour.

“There! Perfect. I’ll need another cup just like that one.” Steve smiles and passes the fork to him.

He lets Eddie's hand go and turns back to the bowl, mixing the flour in with one of those rubber scraping spatulas instead of using the electric beater he’d used for the eggs and sugar.

“So,” Eddie re-wets the inside of his mouth so he can talk correctly, “Why do you only make these once a year?” He carefully scoops up another helping of flour.

“They’re usually Christmas cookies and I– aw shit.”

“What?”

“I don’t have any non-Christmas themed cookie cutters.”

Eddie immediately thinks back to one of the last Christmases he had with his mom. Ouch…damn it. 

He gulps down the lump in his throat. “Do you have any empties?”

Eddie can feel Steve watching him as he works, carefully cutting the tops and bottoms off a good sized bag of empty soda and beer cans over the sink. He cuts the new aluminum rectangles in half lengthwise and sets the strips aside.

“You’ve made these before?”

“Yep! Easier to make your own than buy them, y’know?”

Steve chuckles, “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“My mom liked to make new ones every year, so I have a lot of practice doing this,” Eddie pushes on, picking up a strip of metal and folds it in half lengthwise. “We’ll need some tape for the open side, but basically you fold it like this, shape it however you want, and fold the ends over each other to keep them closed.”

He demonstrates, making a messy heart shape pretty quickly. “You can link more than one together if you want, too. Make bigger ones…Ta da!” He shows off the ‘finished’ shape.

“Sweet!”

By the time Robin and Max return, Eddie’s got a pile of aluminum strips ready to go, and Steve’s done with the dough.

“Perfect timing, ladies, come help us make cookie cutters.”

Max pulls up a stool immediately, grabbing a couple of the metal strips, but Robin huffs. “Aw, what? We have to make the cookie cutters first? I thought I’d come home to a house full of cookies, Steve.”

“The dough has to chill in the fridge for an hour, and we don’t have any Thanksgiving themed ones.” Steve says, rolling his eyes at her. “Also, you weren’t even gone that long!”

Robin pulls up a stool, “Excuses, Steven.”

Turns out, there’s not that many shapes associated with turkey day, so after the obligatory pumpkin shape, and a surprisingly well-shaped turkey-looking blob, they make whatever else they feel like.

Robin uses a ruler she found in a drawer to fold some ridges into a circle shape, “It’s a pie, obviously.”, Steve uses a few strips to make what he says is an elephant, “Yeah, an elephant. These are the two ears and this is the trunk.”, Max uses two of the strips to make some sort of flower shape with five pointy petals, “A…poinsettia?” Eddie asks; “A demogorgon.” Steve and Max say at the same time. Ah., and Eddie spends his time linking a good few together to make the Hellfire demon. 

“I hope this doesn’t get all blob-y.”

Steve looks over at his creation, “It shouldn’t, the dough holds up pretty well when it’s baked; that’s why you let it chill for a bit.”

He stands then, retrieving the saran-wrapped hunk of dough from the fridge and gets to work rolling it out.

Eddie watches the muscles in his arms bunch and pull, and, like a sap, thinks about how they’d feel wrapped around him. He likes hugs, okay? Sue him.

The four of them cut batch after batch after batch of cookies (each of them sneaking bites of the dough as they do), and by time they are baked and fully cooled, the sweet potatoes are in the oven, the stuffing is sitting done on the stove, there’s a sheet of rolls waiting to go in after the casserole, the others start to show up.

“Oh sweet, cookies!” Dustin’s finger immediately dunks into the bowl of frosting Steve just finished whipping up.

“Hey! Hands off, asshole, I still need to color some of that.

Steve passes Eddie a bowl of the stuff, a couple of drops of food coloring sitting on top. “Mix that up, will you?” I’m making the orange, that’s yellow.”

Eddie gives him a mock salute, “You got it boss.”

“Henderson, grab the sprinkles, you’re helping with these.”

The island is a disaster by the time they are done frosting the cookies. There’s colored sugar everywhere, loose M&Ms, broken pretzels, and there’s even a glob of red frosting hanging precariously from the underside of one of the far cabinet doors (somehow).

Each of the new arrivals grab up a couple of the cookies to decorate once they get in, adding their own goofy-looking additions to the heap.

Mike and Nancy are the last to arrive, toting a huge bowl of fluffy mashed potatoes, and they dig into the turkey soon after. 

They eat and eat and eat, laughing and eating some more, that by the time anyone gets around to the cookies, the very outside of their frosting has hardened to a crust and the inside is still soft and sugary.

“Oh my god, Steve.” Eddie moans, “This is the best cookie I’ve ever tasted.”

Steve’s face flushes pink, but he smiles wide. “I’m glad you like them, Eds.”

“I need to take some home to Wayne.”

Steve passes him a tupperware container of their creations as he’s leaving, along with an index card with Steve’s distinct handwriting is scrawled across it; the recipe for the cookies.

Eddie gets home that night just before Wayne heads in for his shift. “Y’have a good day, son?” he asks, plucking out one of the cookies from the container Eddie holds open for him as they pass each other in the doorway.

He smiles wide, “Very..”

other parts! Pt. 1 (Day 1) | Pt. 2 (Day 2) | Pt. 3 (Day 5) | Pt. 4 (Day 6) [YOU ARE HERE] | Pt. 5 (Day 7) | Pt. 6 (Day 11) | Pt. 7 (Day 13) | Pt. 8 (Day 18) | Pt. 9 (Day 21) | Pt. 10 (Day 25) also on AO3! this year

[aziraphales-library]

Do you have any marriage proposals fics? :)

We have a #proposal tag, so make sure to check that! Here are more to add to the collection...

Lost and Found by belovedhypnos (T)

Aziraphale is certain that Crowley will propose soon. There must be a reason why it's taking the demon longer than expected? * Takes place after the show, in a world where another Apocalypse was avoided and Aziraphale and Crowley are in an established relationship.

There's Always Us by FandomStar (T)

This story begins as it shall end, in a garden. Not in the Garden of Eden, but the Garden of Aziraphale and Crowley.

As You Wish by PirateFanatic (T)

Aziraphale adores public marriage proposals. Crowley – not as such. But whatever the angel wants…

to the world by rainbowumbrella (T)

Crowley’s problem is quite simple - he’s already proposed. Aziraphale, in an act of what Crowley can only assume is meant to be kind, painful as it might be, has simply failed to answer and ignored the question entirely. Which he has to assume means that the answer is no, that it was no then - and of course it was no then, they were barely into the acknowledging-their-friendship phase at the time and Crowley had just really stuck his foot in his mouth - and continues to be no now. *** Every human in Crowley’s life thinks he should propose. Crowley would agree if it weren’t for the fact that he already has.

crazy little thing called love by sleepy_angel (G)

"You were very good at that," he says, before taking a sip of his tea. "Temptation. You are good at it, I rather meant," he corrected himself. He sipped his tea as he sat on the chair by his desk, sinking into the softness. Crowley blinks up at him and straightens his back. He laughs, a strained, breathy noise, and Aziraphale can't tell if it's from discomfort or something else. "Like you'd know." Aziraphale sips his tea, urging him with a raised eyebrow to go on. "I mean... angels can't exactly be tempted." "You'd be surprised," says Aziraphale, and elaborates no further. Or, Aziraphale plans to propose at the ritz. Decidedly, he's not the only one.

Headlights by RoswellSmokingWoman (M)

Aziraphale made Crowley want to believe in the ineffability of a God that brought them together. Crowley made Aziraphale want to sacrifice his religion and worship their love instead. But that was then when love was enough to bring together two fools desperate to make it work. Three years after their divorce, Aziraphale and Crowley aren't talking. They've tried to move on, but neither can. It should be their anniversary, on New Year's Eve, but they're not together. They should be together. Aziraphale calls. He's not even sure whether Crowley will pick up, but he does. They see each other again for the first time in years, and it's a whirlwind. It's time to heal old wounds, put aside their differences, and make their relationship work again. They already know the alternative, and know they can't live like that anymore.

- Mod D

[local-crying-boy]

Pls do sfw alphabet with Victor from Arcane!!!!!

You asked and I shall provide

[SFW alphabet template by: @benkeibear 

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SFW Alphabet Viktor ~ Arcane

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Our sweet scientist is usually busy, but he usually shows his affection by spending quality time with you. Even if it isn’t often, he’d much prefer to spend time with you then pampering you with gifts or being overly affective.

He isn’t one for a lot of affection in public, so don’t expect an abundance of PDA from him.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As a best friend, he’d be a good listener, not much to talk so much about his feelings (I mean, we see this in the series, he’s working so much that he ignoring his own deteriorating health, mf never talks about that)

Trust him to keep any and all secrets that you trust to tell him about.

The friendship would start out slowly, more so if you met him after he started working with Jayce and, therefore, throwing himself head first into tiresome work

However, if you're lucky enough for him to take notice to and actually end up talking to a she does to Jayce

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

When he isn’t working, he will gladly cuddle with you

If he’s been working for a long period of time (which is most of the time), then he will want to cuddle up to you with his head on your chest and your arms around him

Play with this man’s hair!!!

He would melt into your touch regardless of not having his hair played with or not, but he would definitely enjoy cuddling 1000 times more if your fingers were fiddling with his hair.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Viktor wasn't one to think that he would ever settle down with someone, he always thought too little of himself due to his disability and, after meeting Jayce, he busied himself with endless piles of work

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Maybe because he works too often

The two of you would grow far and he would realise it maybe even before you

He'd realise it would be bad for the two of you if you continued like this, but he's too dedicated to his work to leave it - even for you

If you can't understand that and want him to spend less of his time on it, he would definitely dislike that and it might even strain your relationship with him

So he would decide to break up with you. You'd find someone you could meet your needs and he would no longer feel pressured to show his love more often and would be left to his own devices within the lab (quite literally).

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment?

He never though he would be in a relationship, let alone be in one long enough that settling down / marriage would even be a consideration

He'd take a while to make his mind up about it

He's so dedicated to his work with hextech that he doesn't want to strain his relationship because of how much time he spends on it

He'd have to be 100% sure that you are happy with the amount of time he spends with his work and be 100% sure ten fold to even think about pop the question

To shorten it: you happy with how he is = marriage. You not happy with how he is = no marriage

He just wants to make sure that he can have you by his side, he doesn't want to strain you relationship.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

A gentle soul indeed.

He may be a little blunt when it comes to talking, but he means no harm in what he says and you will have to come to learn that if you take what has been said to heart too quickly

He's gentle with his actions too, he will never be too harsh while holding you or kissing you. It will always be soft kisses and calm hugs/cuddles no matter what

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes hugs when he's exhausted and stressed out from the work he's done

Those hugs are what starts with him just wrapping his arms around you and his head either by your neck or on your chest, which then result in a lot cuddle where he can destress.

If it you who needs a hug, the rolls will be reversed and it will be you who has your head on his chest and he who rests his chin on the top of your head.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He falls in love within one, two or three months with dating you, but it takes much longer to say that he loves you.

He wants to be sure that you feel the same as he does. He doesn't want you to feel pressured into saying it back

He is super afraid of saying it and then you just saying 'thanks...'

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's less jealous and more insecure

I mean, the man practically puts you on a pedestal, not so much that it is too a 'you are elite and amazing and no one can ever stand to your level, you do no wrong yada yada...'

It's more to an extent that he just loves everything that you do. You are mesmerising to him.

Partnered with him... he often wonders if there is someone better out there for you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He likes to kiss your lips and your cheeks

He won't often kiss your neck unless the two of you are being intimate

When he kisses you though, it is always light and gentle

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He isn't extremely well with children

He can feed them cool and interesting facts that he has stored up in his head, but if they aren't interested in such things he's a little bit at a lost

If you and he were to interact with children (perhaps little ones in your family since we don't have much information on Viktor's family), he's solely rely on you leading the whole interaction

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with him is rare, he gets up early to work

However, there is an off day where you will be able to wake up with him, simply cuddled up together

Those mornings are sweet, because it is the warmest feeling you will ever feel and it is also the best way to wake up

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Most nights result in him coming home exhausted.

Some nights this mf doesn't even come home (don't stress he just is sleeping in his silly little lab)

The nights he does come home, however, he just wanst sleep at this point and he's no doubt dragging you into bed with him because he's gotten so used to having you by his side as he sleeps.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

In a friendship, he would reluctantly share a few things about his childhood in the Undercity. Though, they were extremely vague and something that you expected any child to go through.

However, he started to open up a little more further in your relationship

It was when you two started dating that he was much more comfortable telling you more details about himself

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

His patience can vary, more so on how stressed he is

He typically has a very good patience, if someone isn't getting something he can explain again and try and dumb it down as much as he can. Though, it can only last a little when it is someone who does not share the same scientific knowledge as he does.

His patience when explaining such scientific things to you is better, though. He's happy to explain these things with you because then he'd finally have someone else to talk to about it aside from Jayce

If he's extremely stressed out, he's more likely to snap or rudely say to leave him alone

He doesn't want to be rude, but with his patience being tested enough throughout the day, he simple cannot handle the smallest thing

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He's got an extremely good memory, with his work and his smarts, there's no doubt that he taught himself to keep certain things drilled into that brilliant mind of his

He'd be able to remember the small things about you, he was observant like that. He's more likely similar to Jayce (of course, not as much as he was with you).

At first it was mostly how you liked your coffee/tea, how often you needed reminding of certain tasks, things that only extremly close friends would know - even early into your friendship.

When you two start dating, he learns all the smaller details of you. The small shifts if body language/ facial expressions when your emotions change. If you scratch yourself/ bite or pick your nails/ shake your leg when your nervous, ect:

Like it to Viktor to figure these things out within moments.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His favourite memory of yours and his relationship would definitely be your first date

He was a nervous wreck, but he didn't fail to meet all your standards

He went to your house, even got you a little gift (something he knew that you would like)

You two had a lovely dinner first date and the two of you were hitting it off brilliantly

He even managed to make you laugh, so loud in this restuarnt that the poor people around you had looked a little pissed off.

You quickly quietened yourself and tried to calm down, but he could hear the little giggles coming from your lips

It was one of his favourite memories of your early days in the relationship because he loves hearing you stupid little laughs when you're trying to be quiet.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is protective, but when he is feeling protective over you (perhaps you are talking to someone and they make a few too many hints at you), he'd come over and remind you of an up coming date of yours or ask if you're coming by the lab later.

He wouldn't suggest or say anything lewd, that is for you and him and you and him alone.

He secretly likes it if you are protective over him.

He wouldn't want you to get violent, he doesn't like the idea of you getting hurt (fuck the other guy, yk we don't care about them). However, he doesn't dislike the whole idea of you getting protective over him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

With gifts and ideas with dates and anniversaries, he's thinking out every single possible outcome of getting it for you or doing it with you.

A gift he has to weigh out the ideas of how much you would use it and if it would last long enough for you to use it however many times, alongside trying to figure out how excited or grateful you would be if he got it for you

A date would have to someplace you two could have meaningful conversation. There's no point being someplace crowded where neither of you would enjoy, get separated from each other or even are restricted from having a proper conversation.

A dinner perhaps or a date? A picnic? Somewhere secluded and calm where you could easily navigate through and talk to one another

An anniversary he would definitely have to take you someplace where it had a deep meaning for the both of you. Somewhere you said your first 'I love you', or where you had your first date or kiss. If you're married then a first anniversary might be where he proposed.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

It's mostly his sleep that is a bad habit of his, he relies so much on coffee to stay awake that instead of 70% water in his body it's more like coffee.

Another habit of his would most definitely keeping a few of deeper feelings hidden from you. He wouldn't want to bother you with what he has going on, and would, without a single doubt, head head on into his work more than usual.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He isn't at all concerned with his physical looks like his face or his hair, however he can be a little bit insecure about his leg

We can see how he views himself due to his disability in the series. Even if he may seem fine with it now in his adulthood, he can still feel a little bit insecure and down about it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He might feel a bit incomplete without you by his side, but he also believes it to be impractical to rely on someone to that extent that he would feel 'incomplete' without them

Well, he'd say that at first, but it is only a matter of time before he starts to realise that he isn't quite as motivated as he usually is without your smile or your laughter to cheer him up or get him through the day.

Really it is a 50/50 on how 'incomplete' or 'complete' he feels without you. It might just be a mixture depending on the day.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He was a star student throughout his school days, especially in the academy in Piltover. However, he would sometimes figure our how to find the answers to a few tests.

He wasn't cheating, oh no, no. But he wanted to see if he got the answers corrects and, of course, he did.

He was never caught once.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

A big one is if you saw him differently or thought of him differently because of his leg.

He ain't gonna like you, let alone want to be with you if you're ableist

Another one is if you never understood the importance of what he work would be doing for the world like he or Jayce did.

If you don't see how important his and Jayce's work is, and won't even try to see how important it is, you might as well have zero luck with him

He needs someone who can support him on this. He needs someone to see how important his work is, just as anything else.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Has such a shitty sleep schedule, this mf barely ever sleeps and mostly lives of coffee in hopes that it keeps him alive at this point

You'd have to drag this man away from his work for him to actually go to bed

I mean, it's not like he doesn't sleep ,it just isn't regular.

You'd, without doubt, find him asleep in the lab if you wen in early/late enough.

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Masterlist

[bicmason]

Alphabet NSFW — Simon "Ghost" Riley.

★ Synopsis: An alphabetical list of Simon's sex life with Reader!

★ Warnings: fem!reader, swearing, Mentions of abuse/rape, some kinks, not reviewed, NSFW (yk yk).

A = Cuidados posteriores (como são depois do sexo)

– He hugs you, sighing and smiling at you.

> "It was good, right? I hope I didn't hurt you too much..."

– He says many things in your ear, caressing your skin before getting up.

> "Shall we take a shower? Or would you prefer to stay in bed a little longer?"

– Normally, he prefers for you to take a shower, but if you ask him with that smile of yours that melts his heart, he will stay in bed, just cuddling and resting in each other's presence.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

– I think Simon is a breast man. Whether they are small or big, he loves your breasts. He loves to suck them, make them dirty, and then rest on them. It has a good meaning for him. He feels good and comfortable.

– And for him, he likes his voice. He loves how whispering some dirty things in your ear makes you want to fuck him right then and there. The way that when he comes up behind you, whispering how beautiful you look today and every day, you grunt softly, looking at him with doe eyes without him even touching you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

– This man loves cumming on your breasts! please let him do this.

> "Your breasts look so beautiful with my cum on them..." He says in his arrogant voice, spreading his cum on your nipples right before sucking on them.

– And also, inside you. God, the sight of you in a post-orgasm mess, with his cum leaking out of you? This man is ready to fuck you again!! :(

– He has the feeling and certainty that you are his, his to fill and fuck until you get tired, and after that, you are his also to love and be able to trust.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

– As much as he hates showing many things to you in public, his mind has wandered once or twice to the idea of fucking you in front of people. Of course, in a place that is not commonly seen, but soldiers definitely pass by there.

– The idea wandered into his mind, but he quickly brushed them aside, after all you are his, and only his, he doesn't want to share the sight of your beautiful body with the guys.

– As a bonus, he also took a pair of your panties to the missions. He loves masturbating to them, since he doesn't have your touch, at least something with your smell.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

– He is experienced, just not very experienced. He knows he's going to slam his heavy balls against your ass until he cums, but what about you? He doesn't know what to do here.

– You'd have to teach him a thing or two, since he's never really been interested in making a woman come, but now you're HIS woman. He NEEDS you to scream his name as he makes you cum.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

– A classic, missionary. He loves seeing your face as he cums. It simply makes him want to go deeper into you.

> “Fuckk, you look so beautiful rolling your eyes, baby...” He murmurs above you, smiling before burying his face in the crook of your neck as he moans and grunts, sinking deeper into you.

– God, he loves fucking you in front of a mirror. He wants you to sit on him, he will hold your thighs from behind and lift you up, watching his dick move in and out of your tight pussy. You lean back into his chest as he lifts you up so easily, kissing your neck from behind as he tells you to keep watching his cock sink into you. Damn, Simon would easily come in that position.

> "Oh fuckkk- yeah, watch your greedy pussy swallow my cock... keep your eyes open, baby." He murmurs, positioning himself behind you, not letting you lean back.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

– He's not too serious. If something funny happens, or you start to smile at something silly that happened there, he will smile back.

> After hearing the funny sound your pussy made as he sank into you, you laughed softly, earning a smile from him before he pulled out his dick and slammed it back inside you, drawing a loud moan from your throat. "I think this sound is better, my love"

– But still, he's not making jokes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

– He has a happy trail. It's trimmed, but still visible because he knows when you like it.

– Generally, always well trimmed. And yes, the rugs match the curtains.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

– As I said before, he never worried about making a woman come, not before he met you.

– Simply, when you came the first time while he continued fucking you, he took it to another level.

– He considers it too intimate. The idea that you, his lover, who he loves so much, is there feeling the same pleasure as him is overwhelming his little heart :((

– He also wouldn’t have sex with you so quickly at the beginning of the relationship. It would take a few months for him to feel like he can trust you, to know that you won't touch him just for fun, but because you love him too.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

– He has masturbated countless times on missions, always moaning and whimpering your name, missing you, your touch.

– If you ask, he will love to masturbate in front of you. He likes to see your bright eyes when he moans your name, fist shaking, knowing how wet you are.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

– Domination. He loves to dominate you there, being your Top while watching your beautifully crying face as he fucks you so good, knowing he is going to ruin you.

– He’s a Switch too by the way. He loves being on top of you, dominating you, but he also loves being your good boy, rocking his hips up while you tease his dick with your cute hand :((

– Praise/worship. He just loves praising you. Making you feel special while honestly treating you like a slut for nothing more than fucking you hard. But, it can also be gentle. This man is just very smart at knowing what you prefer, whether you want him to be rough or passionate.

– Dacryphilia. Sorry, but he likes it. Not in the sense that you are forced, or that he is excited to see you cry over sad things. He just likes the idea that you're crying for something good. Whether it was because he fucked you so well, or because of a gift he gave you and you were very moved :((

– Call you mommy. It happened once, he said it so quietly that you almost didn't hear it. He feels so good with you, it's almost the comfort of a mother for him :((

> "Hell— yes mommy, take my dick, um? Let me make you feel good on my dick, let me fuck you so hard..."

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

– He's a homebody - probably his room, or in the living room? Or in the bathroom? Or better yet, anywhere at home? He is in.

– Also, if you go out to some very isolated place - some beach where you are far enough away from people - he will be fucking you there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

– So he needs your touch. The sight of you could motivate him a lot. Just the sight of your ass in those tight pants could make him want to stroke his dick right now, in front of everyone :(

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

– Any type of Kink involving CNC/abuse/rape. He can't, just the mention of it makes his stomach turn.

– Also, foodplay. He's disgusted by it, he just isn't.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

– He's so good with his fingers. God. Just imagine him with the mask halfway down his face, just his mouth uncovered as he gives you the best oral you could ever have. This man will make you roll your eyes so much that you almost think they wouldn't come back again.

– Or him giving you kisses, from your waist to your clitoris, licking and sucking so greedily, sticking his fingers deep inside you while making the most beautiful sounds you could hear when he feels you squeezing his fingers and cumming on his tongue, your body writhing above him, making you so beautiful and tearful for any touch. ^^

– Or better yet, be his queen and sit on your throne (his face). God, he's going to suck you, lick you, his hands holding your hips in place as he sticks his tongue so deliciously into your pussy while his nose brushes and rubs your sensitive clit.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

– As I said, he is smart at knowing what you want. Do you want affection and being held while you hear whispers of how good you are for him, taking his big dick so well? He will do it. Do you want to be fucked like the good whore you are for him, making you drool and tremble while you cum for the 4th time on his dick? Oh yes he will love doing this.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

– He's kind of a middle-of-the-road guy with this, mainly because it usually involves being in public. If it's really necessary, he's fine with making you roll your eyes in a random bathroom.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

– Nah, he doesn’t like risks. He prefers the comfort and secrecy of his home. But, as I said above, if necessary…

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

– He goes as many rounds as you want, but he himself wouldn't like much more than 2 or 3 rounds. They are long, however. He prefers to make you cum before sinking himself inside your tight pussy :((

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

– He may have one or two toys, but all of them to use on you. Maybe one day you're off work and everyone in the barracks will go out drinking. Unfortunately for you, Simon was a little irritated, and you suffered with the vibrator in your pussy, constantly increasing the speed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

– He’s not very provocative, really. He may caress you or whisper something in your ear innocently, but he doesn't do it to tease you, he just really enjoys touching you and praising you in the comfort of your home.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

– He will grunt, moan, whisper praises to you, but it's all against your skin. He moans lowly, but it's still moans that make you so wet-

> "Oh God- fuck, you- so tight... keep being a good girl, hm? take my cock..."

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

– Once you were in a kiss so hot that you didn't even realize where you were going. When he went to release you onto the bed, he ended up placing you too far on the edge, which made you almost fall to the floor. You laughed and he fucking bred you <3

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

– Simon has the vibe of a dick that’s not too big but really thick!

– With 6.5 in size and 7 in width, God, it satisfies you a lot.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

– It's not as tall as you might expect it to be. He will want to fuck you all the time, yes, if you take the initiative. Otherwise, only when he really needs you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

– He doesn't sleep so quickly, preferring to stay on guard, watching you sleep. Or else the two of you would stay talking until he finally got sleepy, sleeping cuddled together, with his face buried in your breasts <3

[daouoffroads]

I just don't understand how you like S*l? He is actually right up there with T**g for being the worst. There is nothing good about him, sorry.

i don't understand the wild and weird hate against sol (or even remotely comparing him to tong) but here we are, anon. like if joe out right saying sol is a good person can't convince ya'll... idk why you're asking me?

anyway... you asked for my thoughts and opinions, so you shall receive.

sol is just a really interesting dude to me. he's just some guy that i think is really neat. he's a thai kpop idol and FAMOUS famous but he isn't like tong about it. he's kind and just a really good-hearted person. he's the sunny type, cheerful, caring, and loyal to his friends. like joe, sol is a sunflower in the toxic showbiz world msi is set in.

(tbh i see him and ming, who is also a fascinating character, as kind of two sides of the same "rich and famous" coin. ming is cold, aloof, calculating with walls as high as elon crust's ego is inflated. and then there is sol, open and kind-hearted. which is exactly why he and joe hit it off. funny though, ming and sol are petty but like on completely opposite ends of the petty spectrum.)

after lovingly bugging @zhouxiangs for novel spoilers i really wished the series had touched more on sol and joe's history instead of just a few throwaway lines here and there because sol's story ;3; my smol bean of a son. (and this is where media literacy and nuance comes in :D but y'all barely have any of that.)

joe and sol were very close . they ate, trained, and slept (sleeping type of slept lol) together. they did everything together. and then sol found out joe was gay (in the novel sol was also struggling with his sexuality) and then joe confessed to sol. joe liked sol first (not this weird warped reality y'all are living in where sol has been obsessing over joe). but anyway, sol was young and scared and dumb. he was afraid of being taken advantage of and also of his own feelings for joe and he ran away. joe got over it and never held it against him.

while in korea, it seemed that sol struggled to connect with people and went through some tough times as a trainee (i'm quoting from porsche's interview) and he realized his true feelings for joe so when he had the chance to return to thailand he took it and he sought out joe to reconnect. as a friend, as more.

was he supposed to have some sort of psychic link with joe that he was already seeing someone? obviously not. but when joe made it clear he liked ming, sol backed off romantically. he didn't back off as a friend though. (idk about y'all friendless gremlins but if one of my close friends was in the situationship from hell that joe was in... i'd also try and make them see reason, open their eyes. like sol once having feelings for joe does not diminish his friendship with joe. at all. (yes the scene of joe and sol in the van in ep 6 means everything to me. joe and sol were friends, brothers even. and that scene showed it.)

fyi, novel sol recognized joe too :D

ANYWAY, it was interesting to see the change in sol after joe's death. he isn't his usual cheerful self, but he's still kind and polite if a bit more reserved. and i for one love the cattiness with ming he has going on? LEAVE MING ALONE i see y'all shouting but me I WANT HIM TO PUNCH MING IN THE NUTS ONCE (if y'all can project, so can i) like ming deserves to catch a bit of shit from sol (his 'khun chai ming' sent meeee), since his and tong's bullshit directly contributed to the death of his best friend.

is sol perfect? no. (the fight with ming where joe got hurt. or the phone call scene that resulted in joe effectively being cut out of sol's life. again.) but are any of these characters perfect? absolutely not.

sol though is strangely villainized and for what? because he's trying to help and protect his friend (and is maybe being snotty with ming but... deserved tbh lol)? because he might be feeling a little righteous and fafo with the guy who took his friend away from him? because he once had feelings for joe but then redirected them into being a decent human and a good friend?

sponsored by: @zhouxiangs and porsche/lotte interview with iqiyi.

[authorxxxxxx]

NSFW Alphabet erling Haaland

NSFW Alphabet | Erling Haaland

Based on an request and because a lot of people asked for this , you shall recieve .

Tw : This is an NSFW Alphabet so obviously SMUT and fluff .

I hope you like it ; )

Enjoy < 3

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A = Aftercare ( What they're like after sex )

He is actually very romantic . His love language is physical touch . He will hug you and kiss you . Most of the times you fall asleep right after sex.

B = Body Part ( They're favorite body part of theirs and also their partners )

He likes to grab things , so his favorite body part of yours is your waist , boobs and your ass . He actually loves the sight of his big hands spread out on you . He was a size kink .

He is naturally so big and has a particular liking on his thighs that you apear to like a little too much .

C = Cum ( Anything to do with cum basically )

He dosn't like the mess so he prefers to just cum inside of you and since you apear to like it as much as he does , it's just the way to go . Although if you ask him to make a mess , he will gladly do it .

D = Dirty Secret ( A dirty secret of theirs )

Erling yould probably want you to dominate him in a way . What can we say ? He is a switch .

E = Experience ( How experienced are they ? )

He is actually very picky and dosn't have that much of an experience , but with you . . . we can say that he certainly is a pretty fast learner .

F = Favorite Position ( Pretty self explenatory )

He does everything in his power to show you how much power and strenght he has .

Any position where he can manhandle you actually .

SEX ON THE WALL SEX ON THE WALL SEX ON THE WALL

G = Goofy ( Are they more serious in the moment or not ? )

It depends on the situation . Most of times he just teases the life out of you and is pretty serious , but he can crack some jokes from now and then .

H = Hair ( How well groomed are they ? Does the carpet match the grapes ? )

There's not much to be said about this . He keeps himself preaty well groomed . And yes the carpet does much the grapes .

I = Intimacy ( How are they like during the moment ? The romantic aspect . )

You are his favorite person . He just can't take his hands away from and more importantly his eyes . As I said before his love language is physical touch . He always touches you with one way or another .

J = Jack Off ( How often do they masturbate ? )

He has a relly high sex drive so he does it almost every day , even though your with him and you have a sex a lot of times per week , he still does it . Sometimes you do it for him .

K = Kinks ( One or more of their kinks )

He is actually very possesive and just loves leaving marks all over your body - make sure the others know that you are his .

He has a size kink ( - obviously - )

Choking , grabing and body whorsip are some of his kinks .

SEX IN THE SHOWER SEX IN THE SHOWER phone sex

L = Location ( Favorite place to do the dead )

He'll just lay you down on any available surface of your shared home . Bed , kitchen counter you name it .

M = Motivation ( What makes them turn on and keeps them going )

Your whole being . Just you . Your existence makes him going . You doing literally anything .

N = No ( Something they woudn't do and turns them off )

Erling would never do anything without your consent . He is very thougtfull . Having your full consent before sex is his number one top priority .

O = Oral ( Prefernce in giving or receiving )

He likes both , but he loves giving you pleasure too . He just can't help it . He might not say this , but he loves recieving a little too much .

P = Pace ( Are they slow and sensual or fast and rough ? )

He can be slow and sensual , but most of the times he is fast and rough . Expect to not be able to use your legs for walking the next day .

Q = Quicky ( Their opinions on quickies )

He isn't a really big fan of quickies . Sure he has tried it many times with you to let some steam off , but he still dosn't prefers them .

R = Risk ( Do they take any risks ? )

Well he actually takes risks . He is risky so expect a lot of public teasing . You have done it a lot of times in the car too .

S = Stamina ( How many rounds can they go for ? )

He has a lot of stamina and when I say a lot , I mean a lot . He can go up as many rounds as you want him too . Your top is like 6 and more

T = Toys ( Do they own any ? )

No . He hates them . No . He despites them . He is actually very jealous of them . You both don't need any , because you have each other and that's just enough .

U = Unfair ( How much they tease ? )

He is a teaser . He likes teasing you until you beg for it . Loves overstimulating you all night long before he finally takes you .

V = Volume ( How loud are they and what sounds do they make ? )

He isn't particulary loud , but he is close to his orgasm or when you give him a blowjob he lets out some soft moans that only you can listen .

W = Wild Card ( A random headcanon for the character )

It is an understatement that he loves spending quality time with you . He just needs to be near you , hold you and talk to you about everything .

X = X - Ray ( Let's see what's going on under their clothes )

That behemoth of a man . . . is above average . Stands in 6,5 inches long . It is thick . It slightly bends upwards and a little bit on the right .

Y = Yearning ( How high is their sex drive ? )

Well . . . he has a really high sex drive especially when you are with him .

Z = Zzz ( How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards ? )

He has to hold you or he dosn't sleep . You are just like a pillow for him .

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@unimportantbabymilksharkte

@evarasworld

[deedala]

🌝🚄 w e e k ly 🌊 t a g ✨w e d n e s d a y ✈️🌞

happy wednesday!! i hope everyone has settled nicely into this january because holy crap its already halfway over!! thanks to @michellemisfit @mybrainismelted @jrooc and @heymacy for helping me with the game this week (also consider yourselves tagged to play 😋)

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Name: deanna🌱

Age: noel-aged~

Location: ohio

we're going on a trip!!

📍where are we going? seattle!!

📍whats the weather like there right now? cold but a bit warmer than here

📍are you an over-packer or a light-packer? i try so hard but i am a perpetual over-packer

📍are we taking a plane or a train? i would like to take the train please

📍early morning departure or an overnight trip? hmmm early morning

📍what song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure? putting on some CRJ - party for one to pump us up

📍we need to grab something on the way, starbucks or dunkin? if i could mix in my own oatmilk and creamer on the road i would say dunkin, but since i cant i gotta go with the bux 😔

📍we've made it to the transportation place 🚂✈️! be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late? oh we are late, im panicking, you're telling me to take an alprazolam, i am complying lol

📍are you taking the window seat or the aisle seat? i would *love* the window seat but i always psych myself out into needing to pee like every 20 minutes in confined spaces so...i'll just take the aisle seat 🤦‍♀️

📍we're settled in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? watch a shoooow!

📍what are you reading/watching? i'm such a mood watcher, but i dunno i've been turning Psych on to play in the background lately so that i guess maybe lolol

📍are you using wireless or wired headphones? wired

📍are you going to take a nap or stay awake? i'm usually too anxious while traveling to sleep!

📍do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? salty

📍we've arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? god hotel please

📍finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done! i want a big fuckin loadsworth of french fries thanks

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and now i shall tag some nuggets to get this game going!! join us for travel day or just consider this tag an affectionate nose boop 💖 @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @suchagallabitch @tanktopgallavich @gallawitchxx @creepkinginc @suzy-queued @crossmydna @sam-loves-seb @the-rat-wins @thisdivorce @mickeysgaymom @transmickey @metalheadmickey @softmick @gardenerian @juliakayyy @mmmichyyy @rereadanon @lingy910y @energievie @vintagelacerosette @palepinkgoat @lee-ow @ardent-fox @purplemagpie @thepupperino @milkmaidovich @callivich @sickness-health-all-that-shit @howlinchickhowl @sleepyfacetoughguy @7x10mickey @themarchg1rl @auds-and-evens @tsuga-of-mars @scurvgirl @toddmccray and anyone else who wants to play -> @💟

[yzeltia]

FFXIVwrite2024 8. Wedding Vows

Characters: U'rahn Nuhn, Postmoogle Expansion: Endwalker(Timeline Wise, Otherwise Irrelvant) Rating: G Summary: U'rahn practices for his big day with his biggest antagonist. Notes: Freeday prompt given to me by @beyond-mortal-limits *Based on Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 **Based on George Michael's Father Figure

“Alright! Have we started? Now remember, only write the stuff down that I’m saying for the vows. You don’t have to write it all down…you better not be writing this down…Augh. Anyway. My Vows….My vows….Let’s try:

“Nyx, I’ve loved you since you first took your hand and led you to go do all the stuff Zoissette didn’t want me to do with me…-

“Yes it was a date for someone else? Why? What do you mean that’s lame. Don’t you kupo at me! I’m paying you to write stuff not give me dating advice! Let’s try again. …Maybe traditional?”

“I, U’rahn Nuhn, take you, Nyx Blackmoon, for my eternally bonded spouse, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do…well, until death do I part. I will love and enrich you all the days of my life.

“How’s that? What do you mean ‘lame, kupo?’!? It’s traditional! …Okay …Nyx is not a traditional bride but that doesn’t matter cause they’re going to be the most beautiful and special brrride there’s ever been. Don’t ‘Sure, kupo!’ at me! It’s trrrue! But you’re right…Nyx loves me for my orrriginality and that I enrrrich them…Maybe poetry? I can be poetic! Urianger taught me sonnets after Nyx taught me Haiku!!…Can too! Oh yeah!?

“Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s Night?

Thou art more um…lovely and temperature

Rough winds do shake my darling buddies in May

And Summer’s heat hath all too short a date,

Sometimes too hot the eye of Nidhogg shines

And often is gold and complex and I’m dimmed,

And every faerie from faerie sometimes decides

By chance of nature’s changing course to their whim…d

But thy eternal Summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of thou wanderer’s shade

When in eternal bonds to time thou grow’st

So long as Nuhn can breathe or eyes can see

So long lives this one, and he gives his life to thee-* Stop laughing!

“I swear, moogles are nothing but trouble. That was really good! Yes, I recited it perfectly from the book that Urianger gave me! No I didn’t guess! Just keep your comments to yourself and help write down my vows or I’ll feed you to a sandworm!

“Now…if poems won’t work. How about a song:

“That's all you wanted

Something special, someone enriching 

In your life-

Just for one moment

To be warm and naked

At my side-

Sometimes I think that you'll never

Understand me 

But something tells me together

We'd be happy, oh-oh, baby

I will be your Nuhn figure

Put your tiny hand in mine 

I will be your preacher teacher

Anything you have in mind-”**

“What? That off key? …Yeah, I’m not very good. Maybe if I asked Big Bro Erick or Big Bro Thancred to back me up in the vocals? No? Yeah…no. I can even admit I’m not the best singer. Alright. Fine…What do you think I should do? … … … Ah…I can try that…:

“Nyx…When I’m around you I feel invincible…Not like my normal invincibility, but like, y’know, that I could do anything and everything I put my mind to. Even the stuff that I’m super bad at. I know I’m not the smartest or wisest guy out there but you never hold that against me and when I meet something that I can’t overcome, you let me try until I ask for help. You never judge me or put me down. I feel so seen and loved around you. 

“And…well, it’s no secret my family is super important to me. You’ve fit right in with us in your own Nyx way. I know that if something ever happened to me, you’d be there to watch over them where I cannot. I named my first daughter after you ‘cause I don’t know anyone more strong and beautiful that I would want her to look up to. 

 “So uh, what I’m trying to say is that I’ll always love you…And I promise, as long as I draw breath, to keep enriching you and making every day be filled with new, fun experiences when we are together.

“Why are you crying? Me? I’m not crying? I just got stuff in my eye! It was good though wasn’t it? Let’s stick with that version….C’mon, I’ll get you a kuponut.”

[mydahliarose]

Dollhouse of joy 🪽🃏

Pairing: Michael x niiri Michael x demon oc

Trope: forbidden lovers angel x demon

Fandom: what in hell is bad?

Tag: angst with fluff, comfort, hurt, playful teasing, no smut,soft intimacy, doctor and patient roleplay,mentions of my other ocs briefly, wholesome

Synopsis: niiri attempts to pray but hurts herself in the process in doing so to see her worth of becoming an angel. Michael has his paranoia moment aswell so niiri hatches an idea when Michael offers to be alone together she takes him to her domain that's a dollhouse in the form of Michaels most happiest place, his old room.

Nothing but empty silence filled the cathedral at night. Well all accept for niiri's presence, kneeling in the statue of god and his angels surrounding him. Such a rare and unusual sight to see a demon be dedicated to God, because she truly believes she could be an angel in heaven and finally leave demonhood behind her. Oh niiri...god has abandoned his angels wondering where on earth he is, while still retaining there intense devotion for him as they attack and kill devils aswell as the descendants of solomon. There is nothing to do in heaven besides love god to the fullest. You must be truly divine or else a cruel fate shall come if you dare defy. She remembered what Michael said that night in his birthday " are you willing to go through such trials?" Was niiri willing to go through such psychological torture of it all and go as insane as these angels have become? Sure she was already not all the in the head but heavens trials would break her just as its done to her dearest angelica. Oh sweet Michael...

" our father-ngh! w-ho a-rt agh! I-in heaven-s-shit! I can do it..."

Demons cannot say the Bible verse. holy things are considered a weakness for the demons. if they even dare try to finish it the consequences are Burns to blistering the pain is so excruciating it feels as if theyll ash away and die. The doll demon knowing of this contenued on, all it took was repeating Michaels words again and again while her heart raced thinking of him.

" h-hollowed b-be thy name! T-thy kingdom c-come,! T-thy will b-be AH! Done!

She hissed in pain, her bisque doll skin cracking as her flesh is now bare making the burn excruciating, damaging some of her nerves.

"o-on e-earth as it i-is heaven...g-give us this day our... our?" Her body grew weak drastically, she needed to stop or else she will pass out. Shed be lucky if it where the two exorcists who managed to trust her shed get lucky and theyll put her to rest, but if it where another? Shed be done.

"and forgive us... o-our...a-as we forgive... forgive...

"please forgive me father..."

"im sorry i was born imperfect..."

Her body rocking back and forth, already at her limit of her wounds that she would crash headfirst at front. Her body may heal but her fragile mind was another story, this was her attempt to show herself to the skies she was worthy she knew her prayers and she blew it. Or so she believes that herself, or maybe they truly did see her unworthy. An unworthy unclean imperfect demon who shouldn't be allowed to touch the gates to heaven.

She shakingly lifts herself, back into her kneeling position even in defeat there was a spark still glowing within her. Holding her hands together closing her eyes taking deep breaths.

"our father who art in heaven!"

She roared her prayers until she was heard i will be heard!. Please god, one chance was all she ever wanted.

" hollowed by thy name! Thy Kingdom come! Thy will be done!."

I am niiri! Hear me now! Ive massacred my kind for this moment! Im no demon im an angel! God please fix me to your image!

A traitor to her kind now, all those memories in hades where nothing but a locked trunk stuffed in an attic.

" On earth as it is In heaven. Give us this day our daily bread!"

I promise you and your angels im one of you...

Bring her light, give her the most beautiful wings, the most brightest of all halos so that shed feel like a princess walking down her kingdom as the angels welcome her in open arms.

"and forgive us our tresspasses, as we forgive those who tresspassagaints us.

Open your gates and let me in....

Please give her a chance and look her way to see for yourself...

"and lead us not into temptation, b-but d-deliver us from evil!

Let me in so i can feel complete!

So to feel humanlike, In this doll body while there was life within herself wasnt enough, she hoped to morph into a proper angelic body to truly feel herself.

"f-for tine is the kingdom..a-and the g-glory..."

So i can...

And then she looked up weakly to the statue of a familiar war angel of justice next to god and a tear ran down her cheek.

So that i may be able to be with Michael without the reprocussions....

That's what i want more than anything god...let me..let me-.

" NIIRI! "a voice so beautiful yet a hint of authority in there tone echoed the cathedral. She turned and her eyes widened, Michael. Shed struggle to stand on her own, the smell of something that's been left burning on a stove waved through the seraphs nose. Eye twitching, he stormed over immediately to stop her from doing something that felt almost suicidal. He had been listening the entire time, that niiri so into her prayer didnt hear the entrance door open. Looking at her in this state set something off in him, it felt almost to familiar...

" Angelica?" She said as Michael lifted her up full force as if he didnt want her kneeling down any longer.

"get up now!" He said in raged, why does she bother doing this to herself? Its completely pointless and dangerous she should know better! He thought to himself. He didnt want to admit it but he was beginning to get concerned for her well bieng. But then niiri moved her hand away.

"no, i was about to get it right this time! God was finally going to see my worth! Im finally going go get my wi-" she was then abruptly stopped by Michaels words.

" you cant." Just that word alone you could hear splitting crack coming from her heart almost. "

" but...b-but if god can forgive and all then surley he can forgive me for bieng born a demon...an imper- Michael placed his hand onto her mouth to stop her from saying that word. " Don't you even dare finish that sentence!". All filthy demons are imperfect, that go againts gods will, and thus deserve a painful death. but with niiri, he just couldnt think of doing that to her; atleast not anymore, not ever since his pure heart began to sing love songs in a beat everytime he thinks of her. my sweet niiri...she was perfect to him. So perfect, that he hadn't realized how shakingly he had became when he saw her at her limit all the things that made her beautiful where vanishing from her burns. It knotted his heart so much he just wanted to kiss her pain away...

"Michael?" She muffled. hands still covering her mouth that it made him snap out of it immediately he had forgotten he was inside a church which ment...

Oh no oh no has god heard all his filthy adoration to his demoness crush through his inner thoughts?! Has he perhaps heard his heart beat rapidly when he laid eyes on her?! He must have heard everything! Goodness was Michael begining to grow scared, Nausea coming through the roof with an aching headache. Immediately he takes his hand off her and jumps back looking at her as if he had seen a ghost. God...why couldnt you have turned her into an angel.

" d-dont...dont ever say that word again..." He said with a shaky voice, face begining to sweat as he pressed his fingers on his throbbing head.

"....you mean imperfect?" It finally clicked " you mean...i am perfect? Just the way i am?." She tilted her head waiting for a response.

Oh, why does she have to look at him with such cute but deadly stare? Only making it difficult for him to not defy his precious god. He tried to look away, to bad for him he accidentally moved his eye to the corner to look at her. Ahh her white painted makeup with her rosey blush truly matched the lights of the skies. She was the perfect ang- no...she is a demon and she must accept that the holy land would never truly see her as divine. Theyd kill her if they had the chance once she's defensless.

"niiri..." his eyes look up to the statue of god before looking back at her.

"tck... enough with this make believe act! You are a demon! No angel would look down and see you as one of them! You can pray all you want but your only going to contenue hurting yourself in the process!" There was a small menace laughter that felt more of emotional pain than anything, pain of there forbidden relationship." Now look at you! Your all blisters and cracks! When will you open your eyes niiri?!"

Did it hurt to hear? Absolutely. but was it ever more painful because it came from Michaels words? One hundred percent. this was his paranoia talking she had to keep that in mind as to not feel this way. the problem was she to suffer from her own malady of delusions that makes her difficult to stay compose.

" you dont know that! Maybe itll just take time is all! Not tomarrow but any year or more! Maybe i just have to try harder in our executions to be seen as a potential devine bieng!."

The seraphs rolls his eyes letting out an annoyed sigh. Walking towards her he places two hands on her shoulder, gripping them but not to tight as to not worsen her wounds. They seem to have began slowly healing now.

" enough! Theres no chance in you becoming an angel niiri its facts! Thats why god dosent respond to you! Thats why no angels have come to your aide-

It was niiris turn to cut him off now. " You did Michael...you heard my prayer back then in the circus operation mission that you where sent to originally exterminate me remember?"

Immediately Michaels eyes widen. That was the first time they had properly met, thou it was his teammate exorcist that convinced him her words where true to keep her by there side. He thought he'd regret it but in the end it was a huge turn of events in his life, and dare he say something hes always wanted deep down, love.

" i-i did..."he says as niiri cups his face, growing tense at her touch god he wanted more of this from her...

Hesitantly he holds her, tears flowed from his two beautiful eyes. Then Michael says something he thought hed never say.

" why has god forsaken you such fate? Why couldnt he have made you an angel..."

He tilts his head to her palm, nuzzling it as he close his eyes leaving it sweet kisses despite the fear of bieng watched looming around him.

"if you where an angel...things wouldnt be as complicated..."

Niiri moved his beautiful face touching hers, lips nearly touching if she wanted she could have kissed him right then and there.

" i am an angel"

" i am your perfect angel from hell..."

" and you are my perfect angel from heaven~" there was a flirterous manner in her last sentence.

Oh that honeysuckle voice, so doll like yet seductive left a shiver running down his spine.

" my angel..."

Eyes closed, thinking about tasting her sweet midnight lips not caring if it smeared all over his glossy lips ahh the temptation...

But Michael leaned to her ear instead to whisper something.

"lets do this somewhere more privately where we can be ourselves dear."

Oh what a little tease he was, niiri couldn't help but giggle. Finally the tension was fading away and they could let loose together.

"Of course my beautiful white swan~"

She lets go of his beautiful face to offer him to hold her hand, She hatched an idea.

" place your hand in mine, and think about your most favorite place to be alone with me in."

Michael looks at her in curiosity, but nonetheless he does what hes told. He closes his eyes and takes deep breathes, in and out concentrating of his most treasured place. somewhere to be safe and sound with his demoness. Although he couldn't see anything, he felt a small gust of wind woosh over him. Somethings changed.

"now open your eyes."

When he opened them, he was awestruck this couldn't be...

"niiri... this is my-

She smiled then in her joyus state taking over,she gives Michael a big warm hug. Using her strength she lifted him up that his toes where barley touching the ground. Face blushing mixed between the emotions of love and disbelief at what he is just witnessing in his surrounding.

" surprise! This is my domain expansion the dollhouse!, well technically this is your version of it for now." The room was in pastel colors, glow in the dark stars lighting the dim room. The most extraordinary detail, was the ground that was made entirely out of clouds, thankfully they where walkable. This familiar room held so much memories for Michael that he couldn't help but shed tears.

" ahhh my sweetest Dolly of mine, you always know how to sooth this seraphs sadness away..."

He brushed her long front strand of hair away to kiss her forehead. A thank you gift for her. Although happy memories linger here, it also held something he couldnt let go, lucifer hyung. His face from joy slowly began to fade, luckily niiri caught this and tilted his chin up to look at her.

" no no no! This is exactly why i brought you here, so that we could make new fondful memories here! I know that your pscyhe still cant let go of the painful events that happend between you two. But i promise you, if you let yourself distract away from your worries and god, you will have the time of your life here!. This place is safe away from all that my dear" she says with all her endearment. If Michael is sad then shes sad and that only makes her more determined to help him heal from all his trauma. Locking into her loving eyes as she spoke Michael couldnt help but chuckle. Ahh much better sight.

"with you here, i already feel safe." He pats her head before bieng released from her long hug.

"now angelica~ since this is your playtime session with yours truly, what do you suggest we play together today?" She waited for his response.

Oh he gets to decide? How very thoughtful of her, there was just so many to decide! Lets see, play with the toys in his old boxes? Maybe not just yet, hide and seek? No not feeling it. Then he remembered niiris wounds again, they'll healed better now but still he wished to nurture her from her pain- wait that's it!.

" hmm, i think i want to play doctor with you my dear, and you will be my patient." He said with confidence. Niiri gasps dramatically at his request.

" you just read through my mind! Hehe maybe ill get a turn to treat you later?" She twirled her hair around.

" ahhh perhaps if my patient behaves well at her checkup ill consider it~" he teased with playfullness. Finally he felt like he could let loose here without the real world interfering with his mindset.

He went to look around for a futon mattress for her to lay, oh my goodness Michael has never felt this excitement in a good long time until now, oh how he longer missed this energy.

" come now and lay here while i check your pulse then ill be doing a body checkup". He tapped on the mattress to signal her.

Niiri jumped and plopped down, thank goodness it didn't break from her strength. " Im ready casanov- i mean doctor! *Cough* im sooo sick! Please help me figure out whats wrong!." She dramatically places her hand on her forhead as if she was in dire need of help.

" oh heavens, it seems we have a code blue on our hands!, here let me immediately check your pulse". Michael took a hold of her palm, putting his middle and index fingers at her wrist from the bottom of her finger. He listened closely, using some of his angelic powers to make her veins visible through his light.

"your heart beat seems to be in good health." Badump " hm? It seems you are suddenly beating rapidly i wonder..."

Even if it was just roleplay, watching Michael enjoy himself in this doctor scenario of taking care of his demon lover she couldnt help but skip a beat. So cute, so caring he wanted more of this.

" i think ill have to check your hearts pulse just to make sure" oh she was done for.

"o-oh well the stethoscope is over t-" she was stopped by Michaels sudden closeness to her chest.

" no, i think ill just listen to it myself. What of it's faulty? We cant have that now can we?" Like hell hed let this opportunity slide to make her melt through his needy charms.

" oh- hehehe... ah i see, why use a tool when my most perfect doctor is right here to do it himself? How silly of me to suggest it in the first place~." So warm she felt.

" that's a good girl, now stay still for me will you? " Niiri nodded and that was his signal to lay his head on her chest. He didnt dare move, carefully listening to her heartbeat...badump! Badump! .

"Niiri! Good gracious! Your heartbeat has gotten faster! What have you taken any caffeine this morning? Perhaps anxiety?".

Niiri shook her head, she couldn't even look at him. "N-no!"

" hmm then maybe, could it be..." He jolted his head up to niiris face suddenly now seeing a bashful niiri trying to hide her face.

" aha! I diagnose you with lovesickness! Oh how adorable!." He pinches her cheeks very slightly before tapping her nose with his finger. " Niiri my dolly~ please keep making that beautiful noise from your heart for me everday will you~?" He cooed.

" ack! Haha! Oooh Michael cakes this heart will always pump for you~, especially with how good your doctor role is im for certain its going to combust soon!" A snort coming from him as he rubs her shoulder.

" remind me to prescribe you some medications ok?"

She mimics her hand to sound like its talking " yeah yeah doctor~" she was about to stood up until Michael stopped her. "Ahem, i don't think i said your appointment is finished yet? I still have to check around more." Her eyes widen, where on earth is he going to check now.

" o-oh doctor where else do i need a check up?" She said as Michael crosses his arms.

" i need to check all over your body to examine all your burns from earlier..." He looked at her with concern.

Oh he still hadnt forgotten about that...

" oh right...its already healed from regeneration, but you are the doctor and i won't stop you from doing so then~". He really cared for her this much.

" good, im glad you understand. Now sit up." She does just that, she was also kind enough to unbutton her shirt for him.

Now Michael got a taste of his own medicine, as he began to feel warm inside his face redder than any cherries seen.

" a-alright...lets examine these healed spots now shall we?" He picked up one of her arms, moving it towards him to see and sure enough theyve healed. Tsk...if only god hadnt interrupted back there in the church he would have tended to her wounds.

"doctor..." Michael was listening to her.

" do my wounds still need to be healed?" He only nodded, but as healed as her outer layer was he could still see a tiny scaring needing to go away. So with his gentle lips he kissed it, one single kiss was all it took for it to go away with a golden light resembling little fireflies almost. The kiss of an angel is the most divine healing in all of existence.

He trailed his lips up to her upper arm, showering every consequences of her actions away with his purity. It didnt stop there, from her shoulder he'd kiss her upper back. He imagined what it be like if she had wings, oh how he'd always take a chance to nuzzle in between them, stroking them to watch them flutter as shes always done to his. He kissed there more that it left niiri to shiver down.

"a-ah! Ahh i see...,you got bothered by the fact that you couldnt tend to me at my worst state because of God. So you took this opportunity to make up for it yes?."

Michael did not respond he was to focused on showering her body with all his light.

"mmhm...~" he mumbled, her body now in a much better state thanks to him. Not before one last peck on her cheek.

" ahh there we go much better now~, it would seem your appointment is finally finished." If only it lasted longer but alas he wanted to give niiri her turn. Now hed be the one to play patient and immediately he took no time to switch his role.

"cough! O-oh no! I think i caught your love sickness~ i feel feverish..doctor dolly i need you to hold me~ " he falls so dramatically into her arms, his expression really gave off as if he looked weak and sluggish. Nuzzling onto her chest for comfort, hes so freaking cute she thought to herself.

" OH NO! We need all the angel numbers for a miracle to save you! " Carrying him bridal style she runs to the toy boxes, seeking to find some plastic medical equipments and wala! A thermometer just exactly what she needed.

"alright angelica open wide im going to check your temperature ok?" She says in the most nurturing care tone. as she places her other hand onto his forhead, Pretending as if hes actually burning up.

" ahh..." He obliges into her care as the tool was placed closing his mouth awaiting to see his temperature.

" ok lets see now... GASPS! 113?! Oh my goodness! was my lovesick so contagious that you couldn't resist me? Well no wonder you got it bad! Tsk tsk" she teases him.

" ahh doctor you caught me~ now look at me, needing your assistance to cure me cough! Oh whateeever shall you do my sweets?" He curls up closer to her, his attention seeking growing stronger as they contenue to play make believe.

" hmm, well sweety it seems we have no cure for this lovesickness you and i suffer from". Gently plays with his hair " although... Is it bad as a doctor to wish there never is a cure to this?." A soft chuckle escapes her lips.

Michael ponders at the thought then remembering her heartbeat whenever he does something for her Lovingly. Even he himself chuckled at the thought.

" you know what? Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all.." he smiles. " I wish wed always fall for eachother like this even in different timelines..." How sweet of him to say thought niiri. A life in different times with the same lover? How beautiful.

" but what if love sickness kills us?" Silence and then he speaks " my dearest, this is supposed to be a realm of joy yes? Lets keep it that way please?" He made a puppy face that niiri could not resist.

" ahh ok ok! Oh no patient your fever is getting high! Oh i know!" She lays him gently, running to find something that would similarly look like medicine. She searched around the boxes again until she found a fake vintage doll medicine bottle, crossing her fingers hoping there was something edible in here shake, ok there's something in here now lets open it. Pop, oh! There's little candys here, yes this will work splendidly.

" sorry i took so long starlight! Now come into my arms again"~ immediately pulls him close then smothers his forhead with kisses.

" take these pills that I'm prescribing you dear, take one now then the other later ok?" Takes a candy out of the toy pill bottle that's a shape of a star.

" chew " she commands, he leans his head up taking the dessert slowly chewing it down so he can get rid of this fake fever.

" ahh i think ill feel better soon knowing my doctor is so nurturing of me~ actually doctor if it isnt to much to ask...can you rock me back and forth? Id think thatll help me relax a bit in your care.." niiri smiles.

" this is your dollhouse domain and so it shall be requested, nothing is to much to ask in order to feel joy in this realm remember that Angelica~" ruffling his hair, she moves her body back and forth. Humming a bit as she stares into the stars and he watches her.

" this has been the most fun ive ever had in a long time, i wish it never ended..." He sighs.

" then how about we play one more game? We can play here as long as we need to!"

Michael smiles as he thinks. " Patty cake?

" i love that game! Cmon sit in front of me then." Michael releases from her hold as he positions himself to clap her hands.

" ready?" She says with glee

" niiri, im always ready~" he said with confidence.

And so niiri started the rhythm " pat-a- cake! Pat-a-cake! Bakers a man bake me a cake as fast as you can! " The pace speeds up, both lovers managing to keep up the pace as the ryhme repeats again.

"Pat it and roll it with an M." Wait shouldnt it be the letter B? Michael thought to himself

" then put it in the oven..."suddenly niiri snatches Michaels wrist, pulling him up close to lock his lips onto hers. Hand slithering up to cup his face, moving it from behind to caress his feathers. They flap through excitement, a muffled moan of surprise escapes his luchious mouth as eyes lock wide.

"mmmff?!" She chuckles in his lips before slowly releasing him " for Michael and Me~..." He was left utterly speechless beyond belief, he lifted his fingers as to feel his wet lips. He could taste sugar in those lips, addicting as his love for her is.

" n-niiri..." Now he looked utterly lovesick for real this time, no rolepay this time. He felt dizzy and woozy in the best way possible.

" i need you.." he wraps his arm around her pulling her even close to him that she has no chances of escaping. He wanted everything of her. " Mmf! M-michael~" she muffled.

While Michael continued to have a taste, niiri focused on showing affection to his wing, her favorite part of him. Moving he hand back and forth until sharp gasps escapes, winged feather switching more and more through her action.

" you mean everything to me, more than anything in the world.. that's why if i where to miraculously become an angel, id win there approval to be with you..."

It all made sense to Michael now, he stopped the kiss but not caressing her.

" my angel, you do not need there approval because i your angel from the heavens already approve of this forbidden relationship please Remember that." He kisses her again and even more passionate this time not caring if he loses his breathe. " I need you niiri..my beloved antique doll~" he began to cry a single tear then another streamed down his golden eye. His other eye seemed to be doing the same aswell. He was very emotional in this moment.

" your to kind to me my love..." Then she to began to cry, then something Michael does leaves her speechless. He pulls a feather from his wing, eye twitched from the Small pinch sensation putting it between her ear. " Michael...your own feather?"

He gives a genuine smile." that is your wing my dear, a reminder that you are my angel always..." He moves to the crook of her neck where he placed his feather to nuzzle her new set of wing like he's always wanted to, even if it was just a feather itll do.

Niiri returned the same gesture aswell, biding her face where his wing was tears of joy glistening down his pastel white shirt. But he didn't mind.

" your the only one who sees me for who i am... thank you."

Thats how they spend the rest of there hours, alone together sharing emotional intimacy moments while playing more. They wanted to be together in the dollhouse domain, not ready to once again face the challenges of bieng together out on earth hell and heaven.

it had to happen soon.

End

Angel dividers by @/Chocoperrito

Star divider by @/dwaintydoll

Blue sparkle divider by @/anitalenia