#he is a relentless tease

[missyandthemisfits]

Nahoya ‘Smiley’ Kawata - Lockscreen

Nahoya Kawata x GN!Reader

!MATURE (18+) CONTENT!

A/N -  He is bully, change my mind-

Synopsis: Sometimes, it really was hard to keep things casual. 

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Everything started out on a fantastic note. 

They were busy working on their art, searching for their next big break while part-timing at a bookstore – He was busy apprenticing at the ramen shop with his brother, toggling between that and Toman regularly. Neither of them had time for anything even resembling a normal, healthy relationship. That said, there was definitely an attraction, charged tension in the air with every interaction between them.

So, they did what anyone would in that situation – meet on occasion, somewhere between the late night and early morning usually, and take out whatever stressors had built up since last they met on the other’s body. It was rare, but every so often they’d actually talk – always after the deed was done – about life, about their fears, about their dreams and aspirations. So essentially, after a while anyway, it was like having a partner – one without all the pressures of the actual label. 

It was quite nice. 

Arms folded behind his head, Nahoya sighed contentedly, satisfied and completely emptied out. The sound of his steaming shower was all he heard when a text came through on (Name)’s phone, lighting up the screen. His satisfied grin soon turned into chuckles, then to laughter. A confused (Name) shut off the water, carefully ringing the water from their hair before draping a towel over their nude form, making their way back into his spacious bedroom with a raised brow. 

“Something funny?” He laughed harder, waiting until it slowly died down into chuckles before holding up the (favorite color) device. 

“Yo, am I your lockscreen?” They looked completely mortified, clambering over the smiley 19-year-old as he proceeded to hold it just out of reach- 

“You weren’t supposed to see that!” 

As the pair continued to wrestle, Nahoya felt a certain twinge in his heart at the exchange. Maybe he wasn’t ready to pursue anything serious yet, but he would damn sure be lying if he said he wasn’t getting closer to that possibility everyday. 

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[shepscapades]

Your highness… I don’t feel so good

[nadiasna7]

And you smell like tranquility, like peace of mind, You're like ten hours of uninterrupted sleep. You smell like care, like home, like someone who can love Earnestly, endlessly.

A translation of this song

[marc--chilton]

part me agrees that house someone's proper pronouns to more accurately insult them, but i also sometimes think he would find neopronouns ridiculous while also taking immense joy in changing his pronouns daily entirely because he's not been annoying this way before and like he Just Can. he just comes in to work with a sticker nametag thing that's like "my pronouns are [big text] ___ / ___" and he fills in the blanks at random. even after it stops being as funny he keeps using them because he bought a pack of 50 of them and doesn't want to waste them

[seecarrun]

"What's that?"

"Well Ash, it's called a book," Misty replied sarcastically, not sparing him even a glance away from the pages. "It's a bunch of words printed on paper that are bound together to tell a story."

Ash rolled his eyes and plopped himself down next to her on the log, peaking at the words over her shoulder. "Ha ha. Very funny. What book is it? Anything good?"

She shrugged, scrunching her nose a little. "It's okay so far. It's just some cringy romance novel Violet's been obsessed with for a while. I accidentally ripped one of her sweaters, so she's making me read it."

"Oh," he hummed. "Sounds boring."

"Meh. I've read worse."

They fell silent again, the slight crinkle of the paper as Misty turned the pages, the only sound puncturing the quiet of the campsite along with Brock's absentminded humming as he put together their sandwiches for dinner.

Feeling nosy, Ash leaned forward and, much to Misty's mounting annoyance, tilted the book up to read the blurb on the back of the dust cover. "After a petty argument with her family, Brooke leaves home on her Pokemon journey with a goal to be the best and prove them all wrong once and for all. After a chance and electrifying run-in with the handsome and easygoing Cole, a talented trainer with a big secret and even bigger disposition for getting into trouble, Brooke goes on the adventure of a lifetime, filled with excitement, danger, and even romance. This is one tale you don't want to miss!" Ash reads aloud. From across the campsite, Brock snorts loudly.

"What's so funny?" Misty asks suspiciously.

Brock looks up from slicing a tomato to meet her eyes, an amused smirk dancing across his lips. "You're kidding, right?" he asks with a chuckle. "That doesn't sound...familiar to you at all?"

"What? No!" she scoffs. "What do you mean familiar?"

"Girl-with-water-adjacent-name leaves home after a fight with her family to prove she's a good trainer?" he prompts, his eyebrows raised and his grin getting wider by the word. "Electrifying run-in with talented Pokemon trainer Boy-with-fire-adjacent-name, who she will almost certainly fall madly in love with during their adventure? Any of that ring a bell?"

Misty, face a bright, fluorescent red and eyes set in a hard, dangerous glare at Brock, grit her teeth. "No Brock," she seethed. "Why would any of that sound familiar?"

To his credit, Brock winced, cleared his throat, and laughed nervously, backing away from her subconsciously. "Ahaha, nope, my mistake! No correlation to any real-world sort of thing at all! No idea what I was thinking!" he babbled as Misty continued to stare him down, murderously.

Thankfully, Ash just looked between them in confusion and shrugged at Pikachu, who looked back at him just as bewildered by the entire conversation.

Oh well. He probably wasn’t missing much.

He'd never been good with subtext, anyway.

[inkwellke]

[mylucayathoughts]

Amelia: Is Nicholas a good kisser?

Taylor: You know what, he is a good kisser. We had to practice a lot, so.

Amelia: You had to practice a lot?

Taylor: Practice makes perfect. But you have to ask him about me now.

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[666writingcafe]

The Adventure Begins

Levi's overacting. Again. The only reason it wasn't obvious during the school play was because Simeon kept him reined in. Levi gets excited quite easily, and it causes him to get lost in whatever role he's playing.

I'll have to ask Simeon, but I don't think he intended the Lord of Shadow to act so...dramatically? badly? I don't know how to describe it, really. It just isn't very good.

Unlike MC. I'm not sure why I like their acting better, especially since they're currently matching Levi's energy. Maybe it's because they're intentionally hamming it up. They did mumble an apology to me before they started talking to him, after all, so they must know that Levi's acting isn't the best.

Satan's isn't much better, either. He's not as over-the-top as Levi, but I don't find him convincing as the "villain" of this story. If anything, he'd make a good anti-hero, but Solomon probably didn't want to make things too complicated.

Solomon's not a very good author.

However, I'm choosing to keep all this to myself, because the point of all this is to help MC get their first star. Lucifer, on the other hand, is having a hard time suspending his disbelief. So, I understand why MC told him to shut up. I just hope they're prepared to get their ass handed to them once Lucifer's back to normal size, because while he has a soft spot for MC, he doesn't like being silenced. Messes with his pride.

Speaking of which...the stars.

They represent the seven virtues, which are direct opposites of our sins. For me, that virtue is temperance. Solomon probably knows this, but he may not realize the full extent of my relationship with temperance.

Once upon a time, I was able to control myself and my urges. Until I wasn't. For my brothers, their sin was triggered by specific events; that wasn't the case for me. It just...happened. And I didn't realize it until it was too late.

Now, it's what most people know me for. They think I'm a meathead that only thinks about food. Even my brothers.

Which isn't fair.

Why are they allowed to have complex personalities, but not me? Why can they participate in mentally stimulating activities, while I'm cast off to the side and dismissed as too dumb to understand any of it? It's never made sense to me.

I think that's part of why I like MC so much. They're the first person in a really, really long time that sees me beyond my sin. They actually listen to what I have to say and seem to value my opinion, even if it's not related to food or sports.

Yet somehow, deep inside, I don't fully trust them. I think it's coming from my subconscious. Somewhere in there lives a hurt angel that feels like everyone he cares about will die and leave him behind. And in a way, it's true.

Lilith may have been the only person in our little family that actually lost their life, but my brothers barely resemble what they were in the Celestial Realm. It's weird. They wear the same faces, but they're completely different people. Sometimes, I feel like they're complete strangers, or perhaps taken over by aliens.

Oddly, the one person I can rely on to stay the same is Satan. Then again, he didn't have his own form until we arrived in the Devildom, so this version of him is all I've ever known.

"Beel?"

Shit.

I missed a lot, didn't I?

"Are you okay? You seem out of it."

"I could say the same to you." Why is that the first thing that comes out of my mouth? I sound like a jerk.

MC merely sighs as they sit next to me on the...bed? I take a proper look at my surroundings and realize that we're in a hotel room of some kind. Lucifer appears to be sleeping on the nightstand, using tissues as both pillow and blanket.

"Wanna go first, or shall I?" Interesting question. They don't seem upset at me.

"Your call." MC rests their head on my shoulder.

"Simeon needs my help making an important decision." Their tone indicates something serious.

"With what?" MC sighs again.

"His future." Huh? Why would an angel need a human's help with that? I know that the two of them are fairly close, but still.

"But that's neither here nor there," they quickly add, sighing. "It's not like I can do anything about it now." They glance up at me. "What's on your mind?"

"My past."

"As an angel?" I nod.

"Back then, the only thing that mattered to people was that I was strong. I wanted to be useful, so I decided to become a soldier and fight for the Celestial Realm. Problem was, I had trouble controlling my powers."

"Like I did before receiving the Ring?"

"You know, I hadn't really thought about it until you said it, but yeah. I suppose we have that in common. In your case, everyone had your back, which is good, because I wouldn't have wanted you to go through that experience the way I did." MC sits up and properly looks at me.

"What do you mean?"

"Every time I would destroy something--even though most of the time it was a complete accident--Raphael would make some sort of sarcastic remark about it. I think he started calling me the Hulk at one point, but it was meant as an insult." I pause.

"At least he had the decency to do it to my face. Lots of angels would talk shit about me behind my back. They thought I was too stupid to pick up on it, but I knew. They acted overly sweet towards me whenever I would walk in the room. Condescending, even. It was like I was a dumb kid to them." MC places a hand on my thigh and pats it.

"Sounds depressing," they remark.

"It was. Oddly enough, the one person in authority that didn't treat me that way was Lucifer. I initially thought he was too busy with his duties to really care about much else, but then one day he approached me and started talking to me. We had a legitimate conversation."

"About?"

"He told me to keep in mind that being a Celestial Realm soldier wasn't about attacking--"

"--but protecting." We must have woken Lucifer up. "You had the power to protect everyone--to keep them safe--and that you shouldn't feel bad because you were special. If you learned to control your powers, I'd recommend you to the cherubim and have you serve as a Celestial Realm gatekeeper. You did, and so I kept my promise." Lucifer beckons MC to pick him up and bring him closer to me.

"MC and I may be connected by the Ring of Light, but the two of you have a strong connection as well," he continues. "You're both motivated by the need to protect the ones you love, even if it means sacrificing yourself in the process. Drawing on that similarity is going to be the key to pass Solomon's test."

"Are you saying Solomon knew we had that in common?" MC asks incredulously.

"No. I did. I simply passed the knowledge along to him."

"How long--"

"The rooftop."

"Of Dogi Magi?" I'm glad MC understands what he's referring to, because I'm completely lost. Must have been something I wasn't involved with.

"You knew that Belphie would hurt you if you went against his order to reject me, but you did it anyway."

"I didn't want to lie to you."

"Because that would have meant hurting his feelings." Asmo may have used his powers to pick up on Lucifer's crush on MC early on, but I knew pretty much from the moment they set eyes on each other. Granted, he was more attracted to their soul initially, but who could blame him? It was bright and shiny, even back then. If we weren't under orders to not eat them, then they wouldn't have made it out of the assembly hall alive. Even Diavolo was struggling to contain himself.

Anyway, the point is MC cared enough about Lucifer in that moment to feel the need to protect him.

Just like I felt the need to protect Lucifer after I became a cherub.

MC's going to get their star.

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

The problem with 'bug bites' and Morty's hilariously impractical way of wearing a scarf 🐝✨

/Implied sacredshipping 🫶

[riisada]

im sorry this is so random but it came to my head and i feel like i js have to share it now. ok so like im like crazy ticklish. like poke me and i will fall to the floor screaming. sae would 100% use this.

ok imagine this. when sae first found out, he didn't make a big deal out of it. he said nothing and just continued with his day. his reaction was so small that you somehow assumed that he didn't just witness you practically faceplant nor hear you shriek like a mouse when he accidentally pressed his fingers into your waist a little too hard. he did, though, but simply pretended not to notice.

sae takes every chance from then on to subtly give you little tazes. he has such small reactions and hes so sly with it that he somehow silently gaslights you into thinking that he's not doing it on purpose. he likes to watch you squirm and try to hide your reactions. he thinks its funny and cute.

one day, you're cuddling on the couch together and you're arguing about what to do for dinner. you dont feel like cooking and sae can't cook anything other than ramen noodles and pasta from a box. (which both of you dont really want) you want to go through drive-thru and sae just wants to order doordash. there's a moment of silence mid-argument when sae decides that enough is enough and he is not driving. he will have doordash.

he suddenly starts an assault on your sides, and you start screaming. hes absolutely MERCILESS as he pins your arms up with ease and completely DESTORYS you. he spiders his hand up and down your ribs, making you squeak and squeal, trying in vain to get away from his attack.

hes MEAN. he'll mumble little teases like, "aww, you're so cute.." or "wow, you're REALLY ticklish" as he just WRECKS you and you buck underneath him, laughing hysterically.

he shoves a hand into your armpit and delights in the practical snort you let out. he almost laughs along with you because of how contagious your laugh is. he then easily flips you over and starts scratching all around your shoulderblades. he grins that boyish grin you love when you cackle, throwing your head back, though you can't see it. here's when he gets even MEANER.

he stops his relentless attack and starts gently scratching your back just enough to make you giggle slightly. he slides a sole finger all over you back as you kick your feet whenever he discovers a more sensitive area near the small of your back, letting out a giggle. he starts doing that thing where he counts the bumps in your spine, making sure to taze each one before moving on to the next, letting out slow, "1... 2... 3... ooh! this ones sensitive~"'s just to add onto your embarrassment.

he then resumes his attack and flips you back over before drilling his thumbs into that sweet spot on your hips, delighting in the screeches and cackles you release. "a little ticklish, are we?" he grins as you just laugh, unable to muster out any retort. he then goes back to spidering all up and down your tummy and ribs, making you laugh brightly, which just makes him melt.

eventually, he relents, not wanting to kill you. you sigh grumpily as he holds you to his chest, occasionally giving your back a ticklish lil scratch just to watch you jump and glare at him. he smiles triumphantly when you grouchily give in and tell him to order doordash.

he uses this technique to get his way very, very often.

(he also just tickles you for fun sometimes bc he thinks that your reactions and giggles are really cute)

[losthalfelf]

What if instead of Nandermo confessing their love to each other it’ll just be:

Guillermo: “You’re fucking with me aren’t you?”

Nandor: “I would love to fuck you Guillermo, but now is not the time for such things-”

[nonuggetshere]

Oh I can't wait to refine and finally post the designs for PK's siblings in my AU, it really looks like their mother ran out of ink while making them

[kraviolis]

The funniest thing about that drawing is that Willow could easily just grow a tree at exact height as she wants or maybe even use her palisman to get to that height but dont, so they really just do it cause it is Gus. Gus is their Little Guy and they want to make him feel included (platonically). Gus doesnt want to get included

YOU UNDERSTAND!!! thats my favorite emerald trio + huntlow dynamic. where they actively try to make gus NOT feel like a third wheel when gus is totally fine with being a third wheel and would even prefer being the third wheel over whatever they keep trying to do

[rawmeknockout]

I am a slut for astrotrain

good choice

he’s almost always the bigger party which he likes dude definitely has a size kink bc he likes the power it inherently holds and he’s got plenty of time between shuttling cons around to fuck and date

[goldentigerfestival]

i am just here to say that the sheer urgency in yuri's voice in all his lines (jp) when they're deciding if they should use their world saving, adephagos destroying weapon to save flynn runs around in my heart not paying any rent at all and at this point im not even asking it to

[theheadlessgroom]

https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/718188057244942336/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

Randall was still in something of a flurry as he put away his groceries, his heart pounding excitedly as he went over the plan in his head: Tonight, he’d set up his little table right up against the tub so that he and Emily could sit across from one another, he’d bring out that little set of candlesticks that used to belong to his maternal grandparents, maybe he’d use those good plates Pa brought with him from Ireland...

“Making plans for tonight?”

Randall very nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard his father’s voice, having been so wrapped up in his mental checklist that he didn’t hear the Pace patriarch enter the kitchen, smiling from ear to ear as his son, taking a moment to catch his breath before answering, “Y-Yeah, I, uh...I-I’m gonna do something special f-for Emily tonight, I-I, uh, I bought some redfish and I know we got plenty of rice and peppers around, and so I-I thought...”

“You might make your girl a new, romantic seafood dinner, I get it!” “Pa! I-It’s not...!”

Upon seeing the knowing look on his father’s face, however, any protests Randall had died in his throat, and so, he sighed, saying, “Y-Yes...yes, i-it’s is...romantic. W-We, w-well...we’ve started to court, a-and I...I wanna take her out on a date, but of course I can’t do that, a-at least not out in the town, so...I thought I’d bring the date to her.”

I knew it! Wilhelm thought to himself proudly, before saying, “Well, I think that’s quite sweet of you to do, lad; reminds me of some of the dates your ma and I went on when we were courting, we used to take turns making dinner for each other and eat out on the terrace of her old apartment building, watch the sunset and listen to the music up the street...she introduced me to a lot of good Creole cooking that way, and I introduced her to a lot of good Irish dishes...it’s nice to see our boy doing something similar.”

Randall’s pale cheeks turned a soft pink at that, as Wilhelm clapped a firm hand on his shoulder, saying, “Well, if you should ever like any pointers on how to make your date night real special, you just come to me, alright? I’ll teach you how to be a real Romeo, just like your old man!”

“Pa...” “Say, you haven’t worn that old kilt of yours in a little while, have you? That one used to be mine, y’know; I actually wore it to my first date with your ma! She thought I looked quite good in it, and maybe Emily will too!” “Pa!”