#i’m not tagging this as anything btw i. i would rather not.

[cable-salamdr]

I posted this onto Pinterest too and everything underneath it is just au Sanses I’m gonna cry

Me when skeleton child finds her deer mom again (Ft. Some wonderful commentary from Cole and Zane)

[aventurineswife]

Hi! Im a new anon who stumble upon your work recently. (I love it btw!) Can I request this scenario for the obey me fandom?

Imagine the MC is (or was) married in the human realm. However the brothers realized that the MC’s spouse is VERY attractive (Like if the spouse was Gojo Satoru). How do you think they would react with the news?

A Bit Of Jealousy

Tags: Lucifer x Reader, Mammon x Reader, Leviathan x Reader, Satan x Reader, Asmodeus x Reader, Beelzebub x Reader, Belphegor x Reader, Jealousy, Humor, Lighthearted Fluff, Possessiveness, Insecurity, Self-Doubt, Teasing.

Warnings: Some possessive and teasing behavior, mild jealousy, occasional insecurity (mostly comedic), discussions about past relationships, lighthearted humor.

A/N: HELLO AND WELCOME! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS – I’M GLAD YOU’VE ENJOYED MY WORK! IT REALLY MEANS A LOT!! 🤭💖🫶

Lucifer stood with his arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on you, as if contemplating something rather than merely listening. It had been some time since you'd mentioned your past life in the human realm, but this new detail had caught his attention.

"I had no idea your ex-husband was… that handsome." Lucifer’s tone was neutral, but the slight narrowing of his eyes betrayed a flicker of something else.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. "It’s not like I married him for his looks," you said, trying to downplay it. "He had other qualities that mattered."

The eldest brother’s expression remained composed, though you could see the tension in his jaw. He was used to being the most capable, the most desired, and the thought that someone else—someone so undeniably attractive—had captured your heart before him stirred a slight discomfort within him.

"You’re saying I wouldn’t have stood a chance?" he asked, his voice dangerously smooth, though a subtle irritation lingered.

You smiled teasingly. "Lucifer, you’re far too full of yourself. Besides, you’re the one I’m with now, aren’t you?"

Lucifer’s gaze softened, and with a possessive gesture, he pulled you closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "You’re lucky I’m still allowing you to be with such an inferior man."

Mammon’s jaw dropped, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head. "Wait, wait, what? Your ex-husband was that good-looking?!" His face turned a deep shade of red as he paced frantically, tugging at his hair. "How the hell did someone like him end up with ya?!"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress your amusement. "Mammon, it wasn't just about looks."

Mammon, the Avatar of Greed, shrank slightly, as if trying to come to terms with the idea that he might not measure up. "Well, The Great Mammon is way better than some human, right?" he muttered, but the lack of his usual bravado made it clear that he was internally battling his insecurities.

You walked over, resting a hand on his shoulder. "You know you're amazing in your own way, Mammon. It’s not about competing with anyone."

He grumbled under his breath, still clearly unsure of himself. "Yeah, yeah. Guess I’ll just have to show ya why I’m the better pick."

Leviathan froze, his eyes going wide in disbelief. "Wait, wait—that guy?!" His voice wavered, and his face flushed a deep shade of crimson as he processed the revelation. "You were married to him? That’s like… the ultimate level-up in real life! He must’ve been like some kind of rare, super rare character from a game or something!"

You blinked, surprised by his immediate reaction. "You know who he is?"

Leviathan fidgeted nervously, his excitement quickly mixed with insecurity. "O-of course I know him! He's everywhere, with that... unbeatable vibe, and he’s always so confident. I—I don’t think I could ever be like that..." He looked down, voice cracking slightly. "I mean... why would you marry someone like him when you could’ve had a shy, awkward guy who spends all his time gaming, not that I’d have had a chance or anything..."

You raised an eyebrow. "You think he’s that good-looking?"

Leviathan’s cheeks flushed deep red, his fingers fumbling awkwardly with his game controller as if it were a lifeline. "W-Well, yeah... I mean, how can I compete with that?" He mumbled, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and self-doubt. "He’s like... a living anime character, with that whole ‘cool, untouchable’ vibe... I’m just an otaku, surrounded by figurines and my games!" He sighed, slouching in his seat as his eyes dropped to the floor. "Guess I don’t stand a chance, huh?"

You chuckled and patted his head. "Levi, you have your own charm, don't worry."

He mumbled a soft "thanks," his cheeks still tinged pink, as he returned to his game, likely pondering his own appearance in a whole new light.

Satan raised an eyebrow at the news, his usually calm demeanor remaining composed as he closed his book. "I see," he mused, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "It’s no surprise that someone of his appearance would catch your eye."

You tilted your head. "What does that mean?"

Satan leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head. "It means that while his appearance may be striking, I’ve always known you to be a bit more discerning when it comes to your tastes." His smile was teasing, but there was something more beneath it.

"Jealous, Satan?" you teased.

He smirked, but his eyes flickered with an almost imperceptible hint of rivalry. "Jealousy implies that I feel threatened." His voice lowered, a bit darker. "But I do wonder if someone like him could match my charm… or my intellect."

You raised an eyebrow. "Planning to challenge him?"

Satan didn’t answer immediately, his smile growing more enigmatic. "Perhaps. It might be amusing to test whether he could truly hold a candle to someone like me."

The moment you mentioned your ex-husband, Asmodeus gasped dramatically, his hands flying to his face. "Oh my goodness, you were married to him?!" His eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and fascination. "Tell me everything! His skincare routine, his hair—how is he so perfect?!" He practically swooned, his voice rising in pitch with every word.

You chuckled, a bit amused by his over-the-top reaction. "I think it's just natural for him." you said, trying to deflect the question.

Asmodeus’s eyes grew wider. "You’re telling me he’s that perfect without even trying?! Oh my, I’m in love with him already!" He threw his head back, letting out a dramatic sigh.

You rolled your eyes, laughing. "You can't just fall for someone based on their looks, Asmo."

He flashed you a playful grin. "Well, darling, you’ve clearly got exquisite taste. But between you and me, I’m still the real star here, aren’t I?"

You laughed again, shaking your head. "You never change."

Beel stared at you for a long moment, clearly trying to process the information. "So… he really was that good-looking?" Beel asked, his voice calm, though there was a note of genuine curiosity in it.

You nodded. "Yeah, he was."

Beel scratched his head thoughtfully. "Well, if you’re with me now, then I guess he must not have been perfect for you." He said it so simply, almost like a statement of fact.

"Exactly," you said, smiling warmly at him. "There’s more to someone than just looks."

Beel smiled back, his expression content. "I’m glad you feel that way."

Belphie barely reacted when you mentioned your ex-husband. His voice remained lazy, but his smirk hinted at his amusement. "So, your ex was that attractive, huh?" He yawned, stretching casually. "Guess he doesn’t compare to me."

You raised an eyebrow. "Are you comparing yourself to a human?"

Belphegor’s smirk deepened. "I’m not comparing. Just stating the facts. But if he was that perfect, I’ve got my work cut out for me."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but laugh at his arrogance. "You never change, do you?"

Belphegor stretched out comfortably, flashing you a lazy grin. "Of course not. But in case you forgot, I’m the only one who matters to you now."

[neuvistar]

DOUBLE TROUBLE!

— featuring ┊il dan heng x f!reader x blade

— warnings / content warnings ┊ all consensual btw ! this is kinda messy n not rlly proofread cuz i was lazy but whatever, threesome, finger sucking, vaginal sex, il dan heng has two cocks (woah), riding, double penetration, hair pulling, slight choking but it’s nothing too extreme, grabbing at il dan heng’s horns while u ride him mhm mhm, use of nicknames ofc, overall suggestive content | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊based on this ask right here by my bff, special tag 4 bff ! @yanqingisim | there’s so many mistakes but i’m too lazy 2 fix it it’s ok tho live laugh love

poor you, you really didn’t expect to get caught up in this situation, never in all years of your lifespan would you expect to have two of the hottest men you’ve laid your eyes on going down on you like it’s their last.

dan heng huffed as he nuzzled against your neck, inhaling your sweet scent that drove him absolutely crazy, it was worse enough he was in his true form. his hands travelling down to your hips as he has you seated on his lap as you felt another pair of hands sliding beneath your shirt, ah yes.. blade. you almost couldn’t comprehend just how god it felt to have their hands roaming around your body, dan heng’s lips interlocked against yours as his tongue slips past through.. kissing you with absolute passion and desperation while the other nibbles on your shoulder, slowly dragging his mouth to your neck from time to time, smirking against your skin at every lewd moan that left your mouth. gosh, they weren’t even fucking you yet and you were already desperate for more. then, a voice spoke up.. completely putting a stop to the immense pleasure you were taking in. “you think she’s ready?” blade pulled away from your skin, cocking a brow at dan heng, huh. you could’ve sworn there was a hint of annoyance and impatience in his voice.

“i think so. what do you think, baby? are you ready? you’re alright with this, right?” dan heng gave your nose a quick peck, his tail brushing against your fingers. his face lit up as he saw you nod, your lips quivering. “mm.. alright. you ready to take two cocks at the same time?”

“.. two? is blade okay with th—“

“you poor poor girl.” blade chuckled, completely cutting you off. “it’s not my cock you’re taking, sweet thing..” then, his fingers tangled in your hair, gripping rather hard as he made you look up.. a low chuckle erupting from his chest “it’s his.” before you could protest or question anything, you could feel the tip of dan heng’s fingers tracing down your body, going lower and lower.. reaching the hemline of your panties as he gave you one last smirk, forcefully ripping it off. the cold air hit your pussy as you gasped, your back hitting blade’s chest as he had his hands on your hips to keep you still.. feeling the tips of dan heng’s digits running along your thighs, rubbing the slit of your drenched cunt with two fingers, feeling your wetness on her fingers. “this might hurt, so..” dan heng paused for a second before he began to undo his pants, your eyes almost popping out of your sockets at the sight of the two hardened cocks pressing against your lower abdomen. “brace yourself, sweetheart. you’re not leaving my lap until i’m satisfied, mhm?” he spoke, joy igniting from his body when he saw you nod. “good girl.”blade then pressed himself closer behind you, hands on your hips pinching your nipples from behind as his mouth worked wonders on your neck.

dan heng inhaled as he grew even more desperate and needy, your scent was too much for him, he couldn’t help it! he finally snapped. letting his desires and neediness do all the talking, taking over him as he hooked both arms under your thighs, hastily lifting you up from his lap.. aligning you with his aching cock. dan heng threw his head back, trying to take in the feeling of your walls clenching around him almost immediately, forcing a choked moan out of him. his muscles tensed at the sensation around his dick, letting out the most angelic moan known to mankind, trying to get used to how absolutely good you felt around him. he bit his lip, his other hardened cock twitching in anticipation. “shit.. angel. fuck— you feel good..” he cursed, squeezing the flesh of your ass before thrusting upwards. “come on, pretty. ride it, ride me. ride me like you mean it.”

fuck, he was girthy alright.

the other raven haired male scoffed at him, trying to fight and ignore the discomfort in his pants, his own cock twitched at the sight of both of you, his finger tangling into your hair once more as he pressed himself closer against you. you felt something hard against your back, but it’s not like you cared.. you were too lost in the moment.. letting your lust confrol your body, lifting yourself up, then down. up, down.. and it repeats. you rode dab heng’s cock with desire, your knuckles turning white at how tightly you were clutching his biceps. blade chuckled, pulling your hair hard enough to force your head to lean back, catching a glimpse of your face. “uh huh.. that’s it. that’s a face of a needy little whore. that’s what you are, sweet thing.” he whispered in your ear, his teeth digging into your skin. to your surprise, your hips were lifted once more as you felt dan heng’s long tail wrapping itself around your waist, holding you in place before you gasped at the sudden stretch of your cunt, his second cock slipping inside of your hole, the same one as well. fuck, it hurt so good.. so so good. your fingers wrapped around his horns, earning a needy whine from him as your moans gradually got louder the more he thrusts into you, stretching you out

“f-fuck.. don’t grip them so tightly.. ‘gonna make them all sore tonight, baby. you’re gonna.. mm make cum from how hard you’re holdin’ me..” he bit his lip as he grabbed your hips, angling it a completely different angle as it was before as he slammed your hips down onto himself, whimpering at two fingers flicking your clit.

blade was clearly enjoying himself as much as you both were, he was probably sure he came in his pants already because of how hot of a show you and dan heng were putting on, watching you take dan heng’s cocks like an absolute champ, whispering the dirtiest shit in your ear, biting it from time to time. “such good little fucktoy you are, precious. look at how well you’re milking his cock. come on, let him hear you.. louder.” your body shook as you released on dan heng’s cock, oh. poor you.. bold of you to assume he would stop just there. he cupped your cheek, kissing the tears that threatened to leave your tears away. he was then caught off guard at how harshly you tugged on his horns while you rode him, cunt taking him in all too well while your tits bounced. his face reddened at the sensitivity of his horns against your palms, holding both of your wrists together above your head, careful not to accidentally hit blade in the head (even though he wanted to). “i thought i told you not to grip them so tightly, angel.. mmph-“ he threw his head back as he ran his fingers through his hair, looking down at you, a teary eyed expression on your face at the stretch and how rough he was being. well, it’s not like you were complaining anyways but that’s besides the point. “d-dan heng.. please!” the way you said his name triggered something in him. oh how soft you sounded, the way his named rolled so gently off your dirty little tongue, he was absolutely losing it, he needed more of you. his tail tightened its grip around your waist holding you up as he bucked his hips, slamming into you. fucking hell, he’s stretching you out so much.. he could break you if he wanted to.

the stellaron hunter’s hand wrapped itself around your neck with sharp nails digging into your skin, his other hand pressing close against your mouth. blade shoved his fingers inside the second time, pressing his digits close against your tongue before squeezing your throat. you couldn’t take two of them at once, the other pounding into you while the other tugged and kissed at your skin, you knew immediately you were gonna be sore the next morning. swallowing a lump in your throat, your tongue swirled him, sucking his fingers in a desperate manner while the sound is skin slapping against each other filled your ears, how lewd.. you could even catch disgusting sounds of squelching here and there too. these two are gonna be the end of you.. you thought. with how tightly you were holding onto dan heng’s horns for support, you knew that you were close. dan heng brought a hand to caress the huge bulge on your belly, feeling himself go in and out.. his two cocks stretching you more than it should have. (oops)

“yeah.. you like this don’t you, [name]? you like how they stretch you out?“ you couldn’t speak, you almost forgot how to fucking speak with how rough blade and dan heng were on your body and you as a whole, blade fondled with your breasts roughly while the other was holding you in place on his lap with his tail, thrusting up into your abused hole, the sounds of skin slapping and squelching only got louder when dan heng bit his lip, you felt like you were on cloud 9. your whines and whimpers were accompanied by dan heng’s moans, savouring just how good it felt having his huge cocks slamming inside.. the tip of his dicks kissing your deepest and untouched areas. blade on the other hand, his mouth was latched onto your neck, marking you for everyone else to see. “how does it feel, angel? milking my cock like this, fuck.. you’re pretty.” dan heng brought his voice down to a whisper. “c-can’t get enough of you”

“huh. sweetheart’s making you feel so good you started stuttering, pathetic.”

“shut up, if you.. ah— if you were in my position right now fucking her pussy like this, you would be messing up on your sentences too. don’t be so full of yourself, fool.” ah yes, they were arguing even during sex. you grumbled at their bickering, your breathing temporarily paused before dan heng thrusted himself into you hard and deep one final time before releasing, his cum oozing of you as some even dripped on his thigh.

gods. you really should’ve just went out for the day, maybe then your legs would’ve been saved.

[sleepyhutcherson]

heyyy it’s me your wife💓💍

i just started my period :c

could you do some fluff?? if not no worries!

drink(water?) eat xoxo,em🤍

do you need anything?

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!afab!reader

summary: where mike goes to check on you to make sure if you need anything and ends up in bed with you, trying his best to make you feel better.

word count: 0.7k

tags: fluff, established relationship, comfort, mike being the best boyfriend, reader on their period, no pronouns are used!

authors note: hey babe <3 !! i’m sorry i didn’t get to this sooner, i’ve been busy with some personal things. this is super simple but i hope you still enjoy it and feel better xx btw, im working on your previous request, it’s just been taking me more time since i haven’t been in the mood to write smut but trust i will get it out sometime 😭

A soft knock was heard from the bedroom door before it slowly opened.

“Baby?” You hear Mike mutter from the door. It’s dark in your shared bedroom, your back is towards the door so he can’t see if you’re awake.

“Mike?” You reply, letting him know you were awake and not asleep. It was still day, the sun shining out, though you had the curtains shut so none of it could peek into the dark room.

You hear a bit of shuffling, you assume he’s taking off his coat. The two of you had been outdoors with Abby, watching her while she played in the front yard before you excused yourself and crawled into bed. You made sure to let Mike know that you weren’t feeling well due to your period cramps before going inside.

You feel the other side of the bed dip a little, Mike’s body pressing against yours a little. “Do you need anything?” He asks, pressing soft kisses against the back of your neck, his hand resting on your hip, gently drawing circles with his thumb there.

He just wanted to make you feel better.

“Could you just bring me some Ibuprofen, please? I left the bottle in the kitchen.” You ask, feeling that familiar guilt you felt anytime you asked him to do anything. Most times you wouldn’t even ask him but right now you could feel your pain increasing.

“Of course,” he mumbled against your skin, giving you a final peck before standing up. “I’ll be back.”

He returns in a few minutes, walking over to your side of the bed, and turning on the bedside lamp. You squint your eyes a little as they get used to the brightness even if it is rather dim, honestly.

He sets a glass of water down on the table, handing you the Ibuprofen and setting the bottle aside. He made sure to bring it so you wouldn’t have to get up and get it. You notice him set down a bar of dark chocolate, too, and then he holds out a heating pad.

“I, uh, I wasn’t sure if you just wanted the pills…” he mumbles, a shy smile playing at his lips when he sees the look you give him.

You weren’t sure before if it were possible to fall more in love with this man, but he somehow managed to prove you wrong every time.

“Oh, Mike,” you take the heating pad, setting it down and taking hold of his hand. “Thank you, baby.”

Mike smiles upon hearing you call him ‘baby’, something he secretly adored. He would never admit how happy it made him feel whenever you called him something sweet like that.

“You're welcome.” He says before turning off the lamp and crawling back into bed, on his side, draping his arm over you gently. You were facing up, the heating pad Mike brought you helping your cramps.

Mike kissed your shoulder, the smell of your hair bringing comfort to him.

“I’m sorry I left you guys outside alone.” You sigh, your fingers playing with the soft curls on Mike’s head. You tried not to let the guilt eat you away, remembering the concerned look on Mike’s face when you left earlier.

“Don’t apologise,” he assured, pressing himself closer to your side. He was suddenly feeling very clingy. “I was just concerned if you were okay.”

You smile softly, in awe at how caring he is. God, he was just perfect. It warmed your heart at how benevolent he was.

A comfortable silence lingered between the two for a moment as you mindlessly played with his hair, the soft sound of your breaths bouncing off the walls, with the sound of Mike’s little pecks he occasionally pressed against your shoulder and then to your neck. It seemed to be a reflex of his.

You turn to face him, bringing your hands to either side of his face, catching him before he can press another kiss to your skin. You could barely make him out in the dark, but that didn’t matter, you could tell he was smiling at you.

You lean in, innocently kissing his lips, smiling as you do so. He kissed you back, his smile pressed against yours, both of you feeding off such a sweet moment.

You pull away first, giggling once you do. He never failed to make you feel better.

“I love you.”

[gh0stsp1d3r]

6𝒦 𝒸ℯ𝓁ℯ𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃!!

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This fic is actually for my friend’s @jeonginsdiary birthday🥳🎂 Ik it was yesterday but better late than never🤕. I wish you the best, happy late birthday🙏🎉(btw if you wanna be in my tag list just say it in the comments)

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The best doctor

lee!hyunjin

ler!jeongin

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“What kind of Halloween game is this?” Hyunjin questioned, sitting down.

“You just sit still, hyung. It’s gonna be alright~” Jeongin smiled, pulling some blue medical gloves on.

“What is this corny ass doctor costume you’re wearing? Are you going to inspect me, Innie?” the taller giggled, pointing out the younger’s outfit.

“Oh, shut up. It’s for the cosplay we’ll be doing.” Jeongin frowned.

“Cosplay? Oh my God I thought you were a bit more grown than that!” the long haired man laughed, throwing his head back.

The shorter threw a dirty look in Hyune’s direction before jabbing his side.

“H-hehey quit that!” Hyunjin covered his attacked body part.

“Fine, I’ll do your stupid cosplay, but just because it’s Halloween soon. I know it’s your favourite holiday, you child” he finally agreed after seeing Jeongin’s fingers getting close to his sensitive torso again.

“Alright, let’s start!” Innie glowed with happiness, pulling out a tool box from what seemed like nowhere.

Hyunjin looked at the box in fear. Was he really going to take his organs out and apart or something?

“Uhm, what is that? What are you going to do?” the older shuffled around in his seat.

“Oh it’s nothing. You just sit nice and still.” Jeongin shrugged it off.

Hyunjin really loved his dear friend, there was barely anything he wouldn’t do for him. But if his speculations were true, he wasn’t so sure.

“You aren’t going to tickle me, are you?” Hyune nervously giggled.

“Please, I would never. It shouldn’t tickle. Maybe a little, but that’s not the poi-”

“YOU SAID IT WOULDN’T TICKLE YOU LIAR! GET ME OUT OF HERE! I’M NOT DOING THIS!” Hyunjin howled, trying to push himself away, only to be met with Jeongin’s strong hands pushing him right back.

“Nu-uh you aren’t going anywhere! Now sit still for once and take it like the man you are.” Innie encouraged, gripping his shoulders tightly.

The older breathed in and out. Surely he could do this, right? I mean, it’s just a little tickling, nothing he can’t handle. He’s been wrecked hundreds if not thousands of times by his bandmates. But why does this time feel so different?

Why does this challenge sound rather tempting, exciting, even. Hyunjin can’t help but notice a certain heat creeping up to his ears.

“You ready?” Jeongin snapped him right out of his thoughts

“Huh- what no- I mean, yes? I don’t kn-OHOHOHOW STOHOHOP THAT!” Hyune absolutely screamed when Innie just so happened to squeeze his side.

“Good Lord you’re ticklish. Wait let me write this down. I’m a doctor after all~”

“Yeah, right that’s what we’re doing. So what am I supposed to be cosplaying as again?” Hyunjin slumped down in his seat.

“Well, I’m the tickle doctor and you’re the very curious patient who wants to find out his best tickle spots!” Jeongin happily rambled out after giving it a quick thought.

The taller almost buzzed in his seat. The insane flustering butterflies he got in his stomach from that situation had him concerned.

“So, where are the sore spots you want me to inspect? Perhaps the ribs, or maybe your neck? They both look really tense~” Jeongin teased, poking said spots.

“A-alright. The most sore spots are my h-hips, thighs, my uh… sides, under the arms and… my ears…” Hyunjin stuttered out.

I.N. blinked rapidly. He didn’t expect the older to give in that quickly. He seemed stubborn to begin with.

“Ok my dear patient, let me start with your ears…” Jeongin calmly said, pulling out a red feather from his tool box.

Hyunjin wrapped his fingers around his chair and waited for the flustering feeling to come.

Innie very gently wiggled the soft tool around Hyune’s sensitive ears. The taller was twitching and jumping, weirdly enough doing everything in his will to keep still and let the feather explore his hyper ticklish body part.

“Ahahahaha I can’t take it, it’s too t-ticklihihihish! Get this feather away from mehehe!” He giggled, stomping his feet onto the ground.

“Hyung, you’re the cutest! I’m going to write this down as a… 6.7 out of 10.” the younger scribbled the number down onto his note pad.

Hyunjin slumped back down into his seat. He was so tired after only a few seconds. God knows how much more torture awaits him later on…

“Ok so next we have the neck! Are you ready? I’ll be using the same feather and my fingers this time.” Jeongin happily announced, wiggling said fingers in the air.

Hyunjin felt his stomach do 13 backflips in a row. His neck was extremely sensitive, especially to gentle touches.

Innie dragged the feather around, sometimes wiggling it a little quicker in certain spots, making Hyunjin squeal and jerk his body to the opposite side. But overall, he kept pretty damn still.

Hyune was quickly breathing in and out, suppressed giggles escaping his mouth. Jeongin suddenly switched to using his fingers for the attack.

“GAHAHAHA JEONGIN STOOHOHOP!” the older exclaimed, gripping onto the armrests of the chair for dear life.

He scrunched his neck down, trying to protect as much area as possible. But when I.N. would shove and wriggle his fingers around the open crevices it would tickle 100 times more.

When the younger didn’t stop, Hyunjin lifted his arms up and pushed Jeongin’s fingers away. He just could not handle it anymore.

“Ok now that is ticklish. I’ll mark that as an 8 out of 10. Seems right, hyungie?” Jeongin asked teasingly, squiggling his pen onto the paper quickly.

“Yeheheah that’s about correct…” Hyunjin breathed out.

“Next we have.. Ooh you’re gonna love this! Chest and ribs! Isn’t that your favourite?” the younger enthusiastically exclaimed.

Hyune threw his head back. Just the thought of fingers roaming around his hypersensitive upper body madi him squirm.

“You’re gonna have to hold yourself in place now, dear patient. I can’t risk myself getting hurt!” the shorter played into the role, fixing his fake glasses and adjusting his blue plastic gloves.

“WHAT?! No way! I can’t do that!” he yelled, hugging himself in an attempt to cover the sensitive body parts.

Jeongin simply pushed one of his arms away as a hysterical Hyunjin wiggled around desperately. The younger then vibrated his fingers on the side of Jin’s pec, making the poor patient almost fall off the chair.

Luckily Jeongin had thought about this, quickly pushing him back into his seat with his thighs. Hyunjin desperately pushed at the clawing hand stuck somewhere between his right armpit and pec.

“STOHOHOHOHOHOP I CAHAHAHAN’T YOU’RE CRAHAHAHAHAZY I HATE YOU GAHAHAHAHAHA!” the older screamed, slamming his body up and down, side to side, trying everything to ease the feeling down.

But Jeongin didn’t give in. He kept up the tickle attack, giving the dreaded spot a few more squeezes before standing back up.

“At this rate, we’re going to go over the limit! I think that’s a really strong 9.2 out of 10, and we’ve only hit like what, 3 spots? You’re definitely too ticklish for this, Hyunjin.”

“Yeheheah, maybe I am…” the older slumped down in his seat.

Jeongin really tickled all the energy out of him with these last few spots. But he knew what was coming, and he hated to admit that he was kinda anticipating it.

“How about we do 2 last spots, no, 3 last spots, hyung?” Jeongin offered, scribbling down more words onto his little notepad.

“3 spots? No way. You’ll have to at least tell what they are.” Hyunjin jumped up.

“Hips, thighs and knees! Ooh those are my favorite. I cannot lie, I’m incredibly sensitive there, too.” said the younger, shivering at the thought.

“You’re crazy, man. Alright, well I’m all yours, go ahead.”

“Wow, no protesting, no violence, no nothing? This must be heaven!” the shorter happily cheered, placing his fingers on Hyunjin’s hip bones.

The dancer just gripped his arm rests so tightly that his fingers started to whiten. This was going to be challenging.

“AHAHAHAHAHA JEONGIN I REHEHEHELY CAN’T HANDLE THIS BAHAHAHAHAHA!!” he immediately roared in ticklish agony, almost throwing the younger off like a mechanical bull.

“Oh you’re squirmy. But I think you can hold your self juuuust fine. Come on, you wouldn’t want to hurt your favorite doctor now, hyung.” Jeongin teased, vibrating two fingers into the soft skin.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE THIS IS TOO MUCH! STOHOHOHOP!” Hyune begged, but the maknae was ruthless, only pushing in deeper and making his poor patient a laughing mess.

Soon, he did almost stumble to the ground after hitting a specifically sensitive spot, which seemed to be his sign to step off.

“You’re the wohohorst fucking fucking doctor I’ve ever met. You almost killed me back then, dumbass!” Hyunjin barked out, trying to seem as angry as possible. Although it was impossible with that big goofy smile on his face.

“Please, hyung, I know you don’t hate this. Just hold on for a few more minutes and you’ll be fine.” Jeongin waved him off.

“How would you rate that spot, huh doc?” Hyunjin crossed his arms over his chest, completely ignoring the maknaes statement.

“Oh god, I don’t know. I’d like to say 10. Would that be right, my dear patient?”

“Hmmmm… it was a pretty sore spot, I can’t lie. But after you’ve applied your …treatment or whatever, it hurts much less.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re better.” Jeongin smiled, writing his rating down.

Hyunjin fiddled with his fingers and bounced in his chair. He was nervous about the next spots, because his thighs and knees were terribly ticklish. But he was sure that after his hips, nothing could be worse.

However, this little doctor visit did seem to unironically help him a little. He swore he had forgotten every single one of his troubles or deadlines of projects in these last few minutes.

But his thoughts were quickly reverted back to his “sore spots” after Jeongin gave one of his thighs a squeeze.

“So, shall we start?” the maknae adjusted his glasses and looked up at Hyunjin.

“Yeah, sure.” the patient agreed.

“What specific spots are bothering you the most, hyung?” Jeongin asked, drawing little circles on the tallers sensitive skin.

“U-uhum it’s worse on the inner part and the back of the thighs. Super bad. Hurts very much.” Hyunjin stuttered out, twitching at the little circular movements.

He threw his head back with a smile, holding as much in as possible.

“Ok, let me check this out.” Jeongin smirked.

He slowly wrapped his fingers around the firm muscle. Hyunjin flinched.

“Wow, it must hurt a lot. How about I do… this?” the younger teasingly experimented by giving one of the thighs a quick squeeze.

“AGH! Dohohon’t do that…” Hyunjin whined, flopping his head around. But all he did was hold on even tighter and try his absolute best to keep himself still.

And then Jeongin just dug right in, no mercy, no nothing.

“GAHAHAHAHA JEONGIN STOP I CAHAHANT!!” the taller screamed, clasping his legs together. He clenched his hair, the arm rests, flopped around like a fish. But he never once pushed the vocalist's hands away.

The doctor on the other hand was completely ignoring every single insult being thrown at him. He just mercilessly smushed the skin between his fingers.

Jeongin was using every tactic known to man: he was squeezing the sensitive part where the knee and thigh met, prodding at the soft underside of the thigh, grabbing and vibrating the hyper ticklish inner part of the thigh and pushing into it.

Hyunjin was absolutely mad. He seemed on the brink of insanity.

“JUHUHUHUST STOHOHOHOP-ohohop…” he begged, his laugh slowly dying out.

The taller had no energy to even swear the fuck out of the maknae. He was just limply catching his breath and trying to make it out alive.

“Alright, it should be all good now. Does it hurt?” Jeongin pondered, giving the exhausted thighs one last poke.

“Y-yehehehes it’s all healthy now. But… my knees are still sore. You think you could give them a light massage or something. The last treatment was rather brutal.” Hyunjin dared to ask.

“Wow, you’re still hungry for more? Say less!”

Jeongin grabbed the older’s kneecaps. Hyunjin’s right, he should be a little softer this time.

“Let me just do a normal check up on your knees. I think they’re pretty healthy.” Jeongin scratched his head, pulling out his tool box yet again.

“Wait, you didn’t… you didn’t rate the… um…”

“Oh, right! Good lord your thighs are the strongest 10 yet.”

“Yeah, maybe because you tormented them the most, bastard.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

“Say that again and I’ll make you go through it all over.” Jeongin gave him a look, grabbing a… head massager?

“What’s that for?” Hyunjin curiously asked.

“You’ll see, dummy.”

Jeongin slowly walked up to his patient, kneeling down beside him. He put the head massager (the one that looks like a whisk) on the poor man’s knee.

The maknae pushed the tool back into the kneecap, successfully making the taller flinch like crazy.

“Ohohohok I understand now. It actually feels kinda… nice.” Hyunjin giggled.

“No way, does this feel nice, hyungie?” Jeongin playfully asked, dropping the massager and fully digging into the sensitive bone.

“AGH! JEONGIN DOHOHOHON’T!” the older jumped, stomping and kicking his feet like a kid.

“Come on, you can take it.” Jeongin waved him off, keeping up the work.

He pretended to be examining his knees, folding them in and out, squeezing the underside of them, spreading his fingers slowly along the bone; doing anything to make the experience as ticklish as possible.

Finally, Jeongin stood up, writing one last thing down in his notebook and putting all his tools away.

“How was your appointment, Hyunjin hyung?”

The older thought for a second. Should he be honest or not?

His fight or flight instincts were on, and he flew out of that room as fast as one can.

“IT WAS AMAZING!” he yelled, his voice being left behind him in the “doctors office”, aka Jeongin’s room.

The younger just shook his head, taking his rather uncomfortable gloves off.

Best Halloween ever.

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I hope you liked it🥹 I’m fully aware it’s Halloween themed when it’s been like 4 months since that holiday but I don’t GAF🙏 Ya’ll better take what is given🤬

[zero-in-kyoto]

[Dance to forget] Five x reader

tags/warnings: Slight alcohol mentions, season 3 spoilers, cringe, unfunny jokes, no beta we die like klaus, I was bored, no prominent romantic interactions so it can be taken platonic.

[Dance to forget]

The lights were bright and everyone was enjoying themselves at Sloane and Luther’s wedding. Drinking, dancing, conversing, however there was some underlying tension in the air. Throughout Viktor, Allison, and a stressed Five, who was drinking down beers like it was nothing. His tolerance must be high. You slid into the seat next to him and too drunk beer. It burned and you coughed it up. “How do people enjoy drinking this stuff?” You cough out, and Five starts patting you back to help. Yet he still seemed so deep it thought.

You poked him then knocked on his head like it was a door , and he recoiled as a response then turned to you with an unamused expression. “What’s going on upstairs? You’re thinking so hard, you’re sweating. Your mind must be in a track meet.” You question and joke with him. He drunk more of his beer before throwing the bottle in a corner, it shattering, and momentarily getting everyone’s attention. Everyone turned to look at you both, rather Five, for about 16 seconds before returning to what they were doing.

“There was no need to do something so melodramatic.” You subconsciously scolded him for doing that. “It’s not like it matters. Nothing we do matters anymore.” He muttered, and what he said made you double take. It was true, however it felt weird hearing him sound so crushed. Fair enough though, they’d saved the world several times and there wasn’t a lot to do this time around but just wait till the all withered away with the rest of the hotel. 

you chugged down a beer, and got another to chug down. Five stopped you from chugging down the second. “Slow down, alcohol poisoning would be a much more unpleasant death.” You retract the drink from the lips and unexpectedly grab his hand and take him to the floor to dance. You had drunk just enough to be tipsy. “What are you doing?” He growled out.

“We are.. going to dance to get you out your bad mood.”

“I don’t dance.”

“Me neither, but we are now.”

I grabbed his hands and placed them on my waist and I put mine on his shoulder. At this angle, I could truly appreciate how beautiful this wedding was set up. The lights and all the white combining together.

“Just try to mirror me, okay?” You mumble softly with a bit of hesitance on your ability to make it work, hardly even knowing to dance yourself.

You stepped back, and he stuttered a step forward. He looked down, and you giggled. “Don’t worry about it too much. You’ve got it. Just focus okay.” You said to him to soothe him.

He looked up at you and just seemed to zone out, all he could hear was the clicking on both of your shoes, and muffled out music as he was drowning it out. It surely was distracting him, so much so that he truly was not and it pained him to think about anything but dancing with you. However, things were on his mind, how could there not be? It’s not that he wanted his mind to work overtime, to prolong his work, but he just couldn’t help but to think that there was more that could have been done.

You smiled, and continued dancing, the light sparkled in your eyes. It was trippy to look at. In fact, it made you quite dizzy. You both stepped back, but this time you tripped really hard, but he managed to catch you.

“Careful, dumbass.”

“That was.. amazing.. thank you, shithead..” you mumble.

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goofy ahhh.. I wrote this at 12am and posted it after finishing it. Sorry it’s lowkey bad LMFAO. Love yaaa, hope to write some more for you guys soon, requests open!! Btw is there a specific way to do that? I’ve never written on here before this and I’m confused LOL.

[eilinelsghost]

I’m quite fascinated by the way that you “play chess with LaCE” (love that phrasing, btw) especially when it comes to Russingon. I’m curious how and why you chose to write it as you did, particularly what seems to be Maedhros’ choice not to marry Fingon? If you intend to expand on this later in the series, of course I’ll gladly wait. But if you can say anything now, I do love your commentaries - they’re always so insightful. :)

So! This is a finnicky one to answer. But I will do my best! This got long, so I'll break it up by each part of the question:

Let's Play Chess with LaCE

The "let's play chess with LaCE" tag is sort of a joke to myself. It originated because that's what the whole thing felt like when I started working on the series. I've talked elsewhere about how the entire Atandil story came about because I was annoyed by seeing several Finrod/Bëor posts and went back to reread the Athrabeth to marinate in how impossible it was....and then came out of that obsessed with the two of them and with half this story pre-formed in my head. The upshot of this was that a) I knew I wanted to write this story, but b) it was very important to me that it operated "within" canon rather than disregarding it, and c) that I needed to find some way to do this where Finrod was (at least not consciously) a complete hypocrite in the Athrabeth.

But the tag is sort of a joke with myself because it also represents how Finrod is throughout the narrative. He's just in a constant chess-game with his own convictions, with his shifting understanding of what it all means, and with what actions are "right" given those factors. This is becoming increasingly apparent in the current installments where he is trying to find ways of inhabiting both things at once without crossing into what he fears would be transgressing Doom.

But Balan, for all he will say that Finrod "understands far more of our lore than do I of his philosophy" (The Warning Sounds Too Late), can play chess just as well and is perfectly capable of calling Finrod on his bullshit even when (especially when) it's his philosophy. And (spoiler) he will.

Portrayal of LaCE in Atandil

As far as "why I chose to write it as I did," I assume this means re how exactly Atandil depicts marriage happening in a LaCE-compliant story, specifically in the latest installment with Fingon/Maedhros? If so, the simple answer is because this is what LaCE says. I know we often talk about it as being "you have sex, you get elf-married," but that isn't actually what the text tells us.

Here is the oft-quoted statement that Elves can and did "marry thus of free consent."

But.

It is caveated with a parenthetical and we can't ignore that. Because "save blessings exchanged and the naming of the Name" is a requirement just as much as the bodily union is a requirement.

Even in the original description of a traditional ceremony, we are told that "it was the act of bodily union that achieved marriage, and after which the indissoluble bond was complete" (emphasis mine). It was the final act in the sequence of acts that culminated in an Elf-marriage - the one that completes it, not the thing within which the whole is encapsulated.

Hilariously (given the "just have sex and you're married!" assumptions), the blessings that this parenthetical references are the ones of the father and mother (see the screenshot below where these are cited as the blessings attached to the naming of the Name).

Obviously this was not going to be possible in many of the quick wartime marriages the text is discussing, so presumably the naming of Varda and Manwë in witness is something that is either taken on by other representatives who stand in for the parents in a barebones ceremony, or by the pair themselves if alone - as evidenced by endnote 9 in the first screenshot which directs us to this regarding Beren & Lúthien:

All that to say, that is the reason I chose to write LaCE the way I did: because it's how I've always understood the text.

Fingon & Maedhros

Regarding Fingon and Maedhros specifically, I'm afraid I don't really have a detailed answer for you here besides "it worked for the narrative."

Having concrete evidence of a) the incompleteness of Finrod's understanding of this so far and b) the fact that this is something done in practice by people he knows well and is not just a hypothetical was going to be necessary to set Finrod in a prolonged wobble about his own convictions re the whole situation. I won't expand on that here because we will go into that in the story itself, but that's the strategic reason for the specific Russingon depiction in Atandil.

Speaking generally though, I don't have particularly strong Russingon feelings and so I struggled quite a bit trying to figure out how to approach this. They sort of exist by default in the background for me, but I don't really have a lot of well-developed ideas around them. However I checked with some other friends who do have a lot more Russingon insight and who have also adhered to the nonmarried option (credit to @welcomingdisaster and @thelordofgifs for the following thoughts), and they said this is because both Fingon and Maedhros are already bound to other things: Fingon's loyalty is foremost to Fingolfin and Maedhros' is to the Silmarils/the Oath.

And that is my best attempt at answering! Sorry this got absurdly longwinded 😂

As always, thanks so much for the ask! It was really fun to have a reason to try wrangling my thoughts on this into written form.

[passionwillow]

okay let me try this again<33

this is me living my 2013 dreams btw

i’d love to be shipped with a 911 character. i’d rather be shipped with one of the guys, but if you ship me more with a girly i’d love that too!! i’m plus size and bi, if you didn’t already know lol, and an isfj, if you know anything about those personality types (i don’t personally, but lots of people live by them?? anyway)

i’m really introverted, but i’ll become more extroverted if the situation calls for it, because i hate awkward silences more than anything. i’m completely happy with just sitting back and listening to people talk, but sometimes i can’t shut the fuck up lmao.

i love reading and writing, and i love the ocean (going and learning about it lol). i’m really protective of everyone, not just people i love, so even though i’m usually nice/sweet with most people, it doesn’t take much for me to snap and be kind of a bitch to someone that’s being rude.

i also most definitely have undiagnosed ocd, so i’m really particular about how i want things and wanting things to be perfect, but sometimes my anxiety gets the best of me and i completely shut down. i’m a homebody and i love to craft, but sometimes i don’t wanna do anything but go out to bars/clubs with my friends.

overall, very gifted child turned burnt out adult vibes lol

thank you so much for reading, ily, i’m glad you’re back!!

Gifted child turned burned out adult FUCK I felt that. 😭

I’m getting a strong vibe from this.. (I feel like the fucking sorting hat lol I love this)

Eddie!

I think you’d vibe so well with him. The more introverted nature, just vibing in silence would be such a comfort to him. But if you DO have the urge to go out and have fun, he’s happy to tag along.

The OCD instantly made me think of this- the Christmas scene where Chris was telling Eddie they needed more lights, etc.? You and Chris would most definitely be telling Eddie he’s decorating wrong and take over. 😭

Eddie is such a sweetheart, seeing you defend people who need a hand would make him swoon honestly.

He’d be happy to sit quietly with you and cuddle or listen to you chat all day.

I hope you enjoyed!

[differentsublimephantom]

Heyyy! Welcome to this (probably bad) ((also kinda rushed at times)) Ashur Gharavi cinematic universe fanfic I wrote for a school project (to clarify, I wrote the prologue and part of the main story for the project. Not this whole fic) and decided to finish, and post! Hope you like it, I figured the fandom needs more “my strange roommate” content. Btw, I write as if I’m posting on ao3 (even though I don’t yet have an account) so that’s why it has a prologue and epilogue, and “tags” so to speak. Enjoy! (Fic is under the cut 😘)

Also: @an-theduckin!!

Tags: “no beta we die like every side character in twomp, almost everyone in “the mourner” series, and marks parents, cupcake monster, and Billy Hendricks.” Also “Mr plant and Adam use sign language” also, also, “Mr plant/argos, Adam/oliver (my strange roommate, the mourner (mentioned)” lol okay I’m done now.

Prologue:

(Oliver, the human’s, pov)

I’ve never been more afraid then when I moved in with my strange roommate. I know that sounds really mean, but if you knew him you might understand. You see, my roommate is… a bit unnerving.

Wide eyes as black as the night sky, smile a bit too wide, cheeks a little too red and rosy. He looks pretty “uncanny valley” ish.

But dispite his appearance, he is the best roommate ever. He cooks for me (even though I never see him eat anything), and he cleans up the house, he’s quiet and not annoying at all! I love him. Well, not LOVE him, I would never have a crush on him! That’d be weird. And besides, he would never love me back. Right….?

(Adam, the strange roommate’s, pov)

I’ve never been more afraid then when Oliver moved in with me. He is nice enough, don’t get me wrong. But I’m not here to make friends. I was honestly surprised he was willing to stay with me, given my… appearance. But I assume he doesn’t mind. he’s convinced himself I just look a bit odd.

What Oliver doesn’t know, is that I’m not just an odd looking human. That is to say, I’m not human at all. I am not willing to say what I am, but I can say, my species is from a place called the void. And my appearance isn’t really mine, rather it’s the way my skin suit looks. I’ve avoided letting Oliver know this, because it could disturb him, and blow my cover.

Either way, Oliver doesn’t seem to notice anything suspicious. And I love him for that. Well, not LOVE him. I’m here to research humans. Not fall in love with them. I merely prefer his company. He likes me, I tolerate him. Because he is too oblivious to notice I’m not even his species.

Either that or he doesn’t care. But that’s silly, he must simply not know, because who would want to be roommates with a monster? Definitely not him…. Right?

~~~~~~~

It was around 1:00 in the afternoon when Mr Plant heard a knock on his door. Great. Unless it was his boyfriend Argos, Mr Plant hated company. And Argos was fast asleep on his sofa, taking a nap, so who could be at the door?

Reluctantly, Mr Plant opens the door, and was pleasantly surprised to see the second (no, that’s mark.) third only person Mr Plant didn’t mind as company. Someone he had know for years, and got along with because they both hated almost everyone else.

Adam stood at the door awkwardly. Standing straight and tall, and still as a statue. For normal people, even in the void, to be so perfectly still was odd behaviour. But Mr Plant knew Adam wasn’t normal, and that this was just how he is.

Mr Plant was however, very confused as to why Adam was here? He haden’t been back to the void ever since he moved in with that human man. Oliver, was it?

Mr Plant signed out “hello, Adam. Would you like to come inside?” To which he nodded in response, and the two humanoid-yet-not-humans headed in the void/house. Mr Plant gently shook his boyfriend out of dreamland, and grabbed Adam an extra chair from the kitchen.

Adam didn’t normally speak. On account of his voice sounding like he ate a 50 year old chainsmoker. Which, to be perfectly honest, he might have. But he sounded like that even BEFORE eating him. And he didn’t want to scare his roommate with his voice, but his roommate wasn’t here right now, and given his current situation, he thought it would be worth it to speak normally.

“So. It’s been a while hasn’t it?” Mr Plant and a still-sleepy Argos were surprised to hear Adam talking. “Yeah, it has. So why the sudden visit now? Have you finally grown tired of playing house-husband?” Mr plant teased. Adam rolled his eyes.

Mr Plant and Adam had stayed penpals while Adam was in the human world, so Mr Plant was aware of the fact that Adam did, well, most if not all of the household chores. He didn’t mind though! Adam didn’t have an actual job, so he was more than happy to take care of Oliver. He was in the human world to learn about how they operated, so it was great practice. He wasn’t there to make friends after all.

And that was the problem. Adam was coming to talk to his old friends for some advice, because he may have developed a small, practically tiny, unimportant, insignificant, HUGE CRUSH on his roommate. He explained this predicament in great detail to Mr Plant and Argos, the latter looking absolutely giddy the entire time.

“I’m supposed to be a monster! I’m only in the human world to learn how they work, so I can kill them! I’m supposed to hunt, and maim, and deceive. Not have dates with my roommate!!!” Adam finished, looking down at the floor. He felt rather ashamed at himself.

Mr Plant and Argos both shared a knowing and pointed look. “Well..” Mr Plant started, with Argos nodding along for encouragement. “This may sound crazy, but.. I think you should just tell him how you feel.” “WHAT?!-” “Wait- hear us out!” Argos cut Adam off.

Mr plant shrugged. “Trust me on this. Humans are weird. You may think he’ll hate you for who and what you are, but he might be kinda into it?” Argos was nodding again. “Have you lost your minds?! He’d be terrified!” “Yeah, but you don’t REALLY know that do you?” Argos raised a brow.

Adam paused.

He really DIDNT know for sure what Oliver’s reaction would be. After all, he was always watching those silly “horror” movies, and YouTube “weird core” shorts, and reading about legends of “The Mourner” that Adam knew were NOT just legends.

Maybe he would be okay with it? But still, Adam was panicking. “I KILLED his CAT for god’s sakes! Even if he knew, he’d never have me as a mate, or “boyfriend” or whatever you’d call it. And I’d probably be a terrible one.”

Argos frowned. “You don’t know that!” He countered. Mr Plant nodded, “your a good friend to me and Argos. I think you could pull off being a boyfriend if you tried. Just more practice “fitting in” with the humans right?”

Any normal person would’ve probably said “awwwww! You guys are the best!!” At that last part, but once again, Adam was not normal. so he did his equivalent, by just shifting his gaze to the floor, and shuffling in his seat, growling lowly, like a purr. Mr Plant and Argos knew what he meant.

“Besides,” Mr Plant signed again, “You already have the household chores bit down.” Adam rolled his eyes and tried to playfully punch him from across the table, but Mr Plant’s reflexes were better than they seemed, so Adam hit air.

After a bit more chatting, and giving Adam a pep talk from Argos, Adam realized he had to get home to make dinner before Oliver got home. So, with some more teasing from Mr Plant, and a wink and thumbs up from Argos, Adam headed home. Ready to tell his roommate the truth.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was 6:30 exactly when Adam heard the distinct sound of a key in the front door lock. Right on time. Oliver came in, said hello, and sat down to eat. Thankfully Oliver knew sign, because his little Neice used it, so Adam knew communicating wouldn’t be too hard. He wasn’t quite ready to use his voice yet.

He tapped twice on the table to get Oliver’s attention. “Oh- yeah? What’s up.” “I have something to tell you.” Adam said. Oliver blinked like he was a bit surprised. “Oh- um, actually I have something to tell you too!” Adam’s “heart” raced. He was going to say he wanted to move out. Or that he hated Adam. Or that he knew what a monster Adam truly was. Or- “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time now, and I know it may sound a bit strange. Especially coming from me.” Oliver took a breath. “But- will you consider going on a date with me?”

Well. Adam certainly wasn’t expecting THAT. But the longer Adam took to respond, the more Oliver looked like he was about to cry. So before he could start to ramble out an unnecessary apology for asking, Adam stopped him by tapping on the table again. “Uh, yeah? I’m listening.”

Adam thought for a moment, then signed. “In all honesty, I would love to. But first- I have to tell you what I was going to say.” “Oh! Yes, of course! Sorry if I sorta cut you off with that.” Oliver mumbled.

Adam looked him up and down from across the table. “Just promise you won’t scream, or get scared.” “Yeah, okay. Go ahead.” Oliver waited patiently while Adam took a big deep breath. Alright. This is it. The moment of truth.

“Oliver. I’m.. not a human.” Adam waited. One minute. Two minutes. Two and a half minutes. And then he heard Oliver exhale. No, not just exhale. LAUGH. He was….. laughing..?

Adam became more confused when Oliver almost doubled over with laughter and giggles. The cutest giggles Adam had ever heard. “What’s so funny… aren’t you concerned that you’ve been living with a monster for the past 5 months?” That seemed to make the giggles finally slow down.

“Adam, THIS was the “big thing” you had to tell me?” Oliver asked cautiously. “Yes?” Adam was very nervous. Why was his roommate acting so strange? “Adam…”

“I already know.”

What. WHAT. No. No! That can’t be true. This must be Oliver’s weird human threat response kicking in. Telling him as such, and that he should lie down for a minute, only resulted in more laughing. “Adam. Bestie. Roomie. Sweetie. No offence, but you don’t hide the fact that you’re not human very well.”

“I……don’t?” “No! You never do atleast half the things a normal human would do.” “Like what?” Adam questioned. “You don’t eat, nor sleep. You don’t brush your teeth or take showers, but somehow don’t smell bad. Your chest doesn’t move when you BREATHE. Plus, you have a zipper running down your neck.”

Adam blinked, and looked at the floor sheepishly. “I thought I hid the zipper..” Oliver just laughed again, and got up from his seat at the table, quickly crossing the room to where Adam was sitting with too-perfect posture. Adam just glanced up at him. “What else gave it away?” He asked carefully.

“Other than that, the cat thing.” Adam gave a look that said “I’m sorry.” And Oliver knew what it meant. “That, and, some features are just a bit off.” “What do you mean?” “Well, your eyes are a bit too wide, and as black as the night sky. Your smile is a bit too wide, and your cheeks a little too red and rosy.”

Adam’s feelings weren’t hurt by those comments so much as he was taken aback. And also devastated, because he assumed he knew what Oliver meant by all that. “Its alright. You can leave. I won’t do anything to you.” It was Oliver’s turn to be taken aback. “What?! No- Adam. You may be a bit creepy, and you may not be human, and yes, you might have accidentally cooked my cat. But- I don’t care. I love you.”

Woah. Adam had never heard those words before from anyone. Sure, he knew what they meant, and he had seen people say it to each other on the cheesy rom-coms Oliver sometimes watched on tv. But no one had ever said them to HIM. And now he understood why the silly humans in those rom-coms had acted so happy after hearing them. Adam felt wonderful.

“Really? You mean that. Seriously, if you don’t, then you can say so.” Adam checked once more to make sure his roommate wasn’t just delirious from either shock or exhaustion.

Instead of a reply, Adam got a kiss.

A messy one, of course. Adam had never kissed anyone before, so he didn’t have much practice. But he got better with time. Trust Oliver on that, he would know.

Epilogue:

Ring……ring……ring…… “hello!” Oliver was only mildly surprised to see that the friends Adam was video calling were a man with a plant face and a man with eyes all over his body. “You guys were right. Oliver is okay with me. And he’s now my boyfriend.” Adam signed.

The one with too many eyes, apparently named Argos, absolutely beamed. While the plant rolled his eyes, and reached to pull something out of his pocket. The last thing Oliver caught before a bunch of uncontrollable laughter, was Argos yelling “Mr Plant!! You owe me twenty dollars!!!” And his boyfriends own rough voice shouting “hey!!!”

The end!

[sunny-speaks]

Househusband Harper Headcanons

Hello, hello !! I am going to be redoing some blog design stuff when I WORK UP THE MOTIVATION-- so if the blog name changes, y’all know why!!

Anyway, I've been deep diving for Harper crumbs to accurately write him as one does. (gotta get everything lore accurate, would not be able to live with a too OOC in any of my fictional literature./hj)

AND I KNOW HE WOULD RATHER HAVE YOU BE THE AT-HOME PERSON AND WHATNOT while he works but hear me out… He would be such a good househusband, alright? AUHG- Everything's under the cut, lol.

also Harper is from @campwillowpeak !! I can remove the tag btw, if you don't wanna be tagged in further works ;-;

So maybe the two of you had been married for years. Doesn’t make Harper feel any less happy when you introduce him to people as your husband or when he sees the ring on your hand that he bought for you before you leave the house, it always leaves him with a tingly feeling.

After all, now you’re his. And doesn’t that sound just lovely?

Harper’s got that side job of his to keep the both of you financially stable, as long as you don’t ask too many questions about it.

He doesn’t understand why you need to go work, when the two of you could be comfortable at home from his profits.

Especially when he has more than enough to keep you happy with him!

But if that’s what his partner wants, who is he to deny you?

He’s always anxious to let you leave the house, you’re so magnificent, what if on your way home, some creep tries to hit on you?

He knows you wouldn’t cheat on him and that you can defend yourself, but… but wouldn’t it be safer to just be at home with you?

Or worse, what if one of your coworkers, god forbid your boss, tried to… coerce you into something!

He knows you always wear your wedding ring, and he made sure that it was shiny enough to show people how much he loved you. (Material objects could never dare to show anyone how much he loved you. He loves you sooo much and he knows you love him too !)

But there are a lot of ignorant people out there! 

If you let him, Harper's be more than glad to mark you up, stake his claim so your peers know exactly who you’re married to.

“Cara miaaa,” Your husband looked up at you with wide, pleading, unfaltering eyes, “You said your coworkers were giving you trouble, right?” He’d practiced saying it without violently cursing out your coworkers. You wouldn’t like it if he was mean about them… Even if it was true.

“Unfortunately, yeah. They can’t take a hint, even with this.” You gestured to your wedding ring. “I don’t get how it’s so hard for them to understand I’m a faithful spouse…”

And with that, Harper set his plan into action. “Y’know… we could do something a bit more drastic, if you wish, dear?”

Your eyes glinted with a hint of mischief. “And what would that be, Harp?” You had a vague idea what he was hinting at, but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Mm, just showing them how much I looove you… and maybe biting you.” He muttered the last part to himself, a light flush making its way to his face. He had not prepared too much on how to convince you.

“You mind giving me a little preview?” You sat yourself down on the couch and beckoned him towards you with a finger.

“Not at all, cara mia.”

But there are some pros to being alone when you’re gone!

Harper being your dutiful househusband means he can and will do anything and everything for you !

(And indulge himself in certain activities while you’re gone)

He also has complete control over everything you sleep in, you eat, you wear.

So if you notice some odd stains on your clothes or weird tastes in your food, he doesn’t know what you’re talking about ! Do you not like the food he spent so much time preparing? Or the laundry he did to take a load off your back ?

It’s not his fault he gets so lonely when you’re gone ! It’s just because he misses you so much !

You should just quit your job, you know? It’s so dangerous ! That boss of yours was targeted by an arsonist ! (Because he had the nerve to try and touch you.) Gosh, what if you were next ?! (Harper would never do that to you though… <3)

You should just listen to your husband, he’s so worried for you ! Won’t you pleaaase hear him out?

[k1ll3rh0rr0r]

“Forever Yours” — mean!dom!r!euro x innocent!not really!fem!reader

minors DNI, 18+ content under the cut

warnings — straight up filth, size kink, manhandling, use of the word “daddy”, euro speaking norwegian (my norwegian is horrible don’t come at me), this probably isn’t all of them, oh yeah, unprotected p in v.

tag list — @iiheartsai

You didn’t exactly read social ques very well. By that, I mean, you never picked up on flirting— At least until you went to a shitty dive bar with Øystein. You two were polar opposites with your pretty pink ruffles and bows, Euro was literally the embodiment of darkness, to you at least since he only really wore black. Even your personalities differed as you were happy and bubbly, he was cold and calloused— but when you were around, he almost always had his hands on a part of your body, whether it be your waist/hips or just holding your hand.

That’s how it should have been currently. Øystein went to go get another drink, leaving you with your bottle of water at a booth. You swung your feet happily, taking a small sip from the disposable bottle, looking up from your gaze to see someone sitting across from you. “What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing here all alone?”

“I’m not alone.” You narrowed your eyes, feeling reasonably uncomfortable. The man scoffed, “Clearly you are. Why don’t you and I head out of here?”

You gazed over to the bar, catching the eyes of a very stoic Euronymous, who, took his beer and slowly walked over.

“Hey, buddy, go get someone else, she’s coming home with me.”

“That’s my girlfriend, you should probably fuck off within the next five seconds.” Øystein just stared, causing the stranger to slowly leave. Euro sat in the booth next to you, his face having an unreadable expression of pure rage.

“Thanks, Øystein.” You smiled, causing him to pull cash out of his pocket and slap it on the table; “We’re leaving.”

That’s how you got here, in his apartment with his cock stuffed into you to the hilt. You whined, trying to grind against him which just caused you a soft smack. “You’re gonna fuckin’ sit here until I say so, doll.”

You whined, hooking your small thin arms around his neck, head buried into his chest. As much as he loved to tease you, he’s getting more sensitive by the minute. With a rather harsh thrust into your dripping core, he pulls your hips down into him. For every hard, fast thrust, he manages to force you into meeting his throbbing cock.

The sounds of babbling, slapping and Øystein’s grunts filled the room, thrusts getting sloppier by the second. “Ta det, alt sammen, tispe.”

By this point tears were streaming down your face from the force, on your third or fourth orgasm- it was when his hand gripped your hair and forced you to look up at him that a warm, sticky feeling filled your insides. “That’s my good girl, you’re doing so well for Daddy,” he cooed.

Your eyes were glazed over, not really thinking about anything but him. Just how he wanted it, and how it would always be.

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i am so sorry this is so short, i made my first fic finally :> this is for everyone who voted on last night’s poll btw.

[ask-yonaga]

JOURNAL ENTRY #145

06/23/XXXX

>> "I found a thing washed upshore today. >> It was small, rectangular, and absolutely soaked! Had a buncha cute little buttons too! >> So I picked it up and messed around, and it started glowing! By now I’m wondering what it does more than what it is so I click around and start hitting the little buttons, until it starts showing me other little rectangular shapes.

>> I click on those and not a whooole bunch show me anything cool, just pictures of plants, colors, ya!

>> Then, I clicked on a blue button with a small one of these things in it “t”, and there was a bunch of small phrases! It looked cool so I clicked around until it let me make one of my own.

>>I hit the “post” button when I finished writing, nothings happened yet. I’ll be watching it!

>>Im not sure what father might do if I show him, soo I’m hiding it for now! It’ll go in the same spot I hide my journal.

>>Oh— Father’s calling me now, bye-byeee! I’ll write later!!"

———

[PREGAME-ANGIE’S ASKBOX IS NOW OPEN]

goooood morning danganronpa v3 tumblr and angie lovers everywhere.

Today, I present to you all a pre-game angie askblog!!!

-> btw, if you want a canon character to interact "from the future" or simply in passing off of tumblr, im very okay with that! Just Angie wont know them, nor will she accept any prophesies from them. <3

WARNINGS:

-> General cult stuff

-> family issues

-> unhealthy relationships in general

-> not a complete list, will be added to in time.

PREMISE:

Heres the basic stuff ill reveal for now, this will be updated as stuff is asked and therefore discovered!

[ Angie Yonaga, before the events of NDRV3, grew up in a cult. All events that would happen in NDRV3 will be treated as if they will happen eventually in reality. [IOW: no "real fiction", all ultimates are real, The Tragedy did occur over 200 years prior.] She is also the secondary oracle to Kami-Sama, her cult's god. A position given to her by Father, the leader of her cult, after she claimed to "hear" Kami-Sama. As of current, she is 15, close to turning 16, AKA her "coming of age".

-> Her coming of age ceremony is NOT group sex. I cant tell you how much i loathe that plotpiece, it is INSTEAD a party in which she is drugged with hallucinogens and "sees how Kami-Sama will present himself to her"

----> I go into more detail Here, and Here. [warning: out of date posts, mostly everything is correct aside from number ages.]

-> Father will have a lot of mentions, so youll learn about him definitely if you ask the right things :]

-> no other NDRV3 characters are present.

-> This is an art themed ask-blog! Hence, I will draw Angie answering whatever asks i recieve!

-> design notes!

TAG NOTES:

-> [ LETTERS FOR YONAGA ] -> answered asks

-> [ >> OOC ] -> mod posts/updates/announcements/pleas for attention

-> [ CANON STUFF ] -> usually a lore-heavy ask

-> [ NOTES ] -> Lore heavy posts/references or anything that is ooc that explains something about angie/father/the island/etc!

BASIC RULES: [dont make me add more]

-> I wont accept NSFW nor other strange asks towards Angie, she may be younger than I am, but I will not draw her answering things like that.

-> please dont correct me on my plotholes, especially when we get to druggy topics. Im fully aware that there are several plotholes ive yet to fill, and id rather not be given help on those if i have not asked for it.

-> Also please dont rush me, im not hugely active in the danganronpa community anymore and mostly started this for fun! that means, sometimes asks will be slow, and sometimes theyll be out one after the other! it really depends on how busy i am some days. :]

-> Thats about all, send in some stuff!! <3

[shenenenigans]

now i lay me down to sleep, i pray the lord my soul to keep; for if i die before i wake i pray the lord my soul to take.

mentions of religious trauma(? not really) below the cut

To be honest, I always resorted to some form of prayer when I felt down. I didn’t believe in a God, not really, but my owner did. I don’t really think that a higher power truly exists. If it did, I wouldn’t feel like a hollow shell of a human being.

This world is not perfect. I knew that for a fact. But religion told me the world is made to be flawless. That’s not true. When I looked out into the vast expanse of space, so many things exploded or died in an instant. Nothing would need to be destroyed if it was perfect in the first place.

I’m shocked I haven’t died yet. I was supposed to, I think. And yet…

I would give anything to trade my life for hers. I wish I was strong enough to save her, but I wasn’t. She was like family to me. Now she’s gone, and I can’t do anything about it.

That wasn’t my only regret. I’d rather I didn’t talk about the other one. Not that anyone would want to hear.

tags!: @bluemoonscape @aakaneeee @rockwgooglyeyes @starry-skiez @4listr @paradisedisconcert @pwippy @nottoonedin @apriciticreveries IF I GOT TAGS WRONG MB BTW I TRIED TO REMEMBER. tell me if you wanna be removed or added!!!

[catras-breakup-song]

I know v0id-clawz is one of the recent people wa came after and you can see some of the asks on their blog. Its unfortunately quite real; thestargayzingetherian has a series of docs with receipts and miraculoustakes was also talking about it because they used to do the same thing to miraculous ladybug fans

If you search “salty kinkshamer” on wa’s blog you can also see some messed up stuff from like 2016 for yourself. She’s lying about not having seen the docs because everyone who contributed has been getting slammed

I know this is your friend and I’m not asking you to change that but she’s hurting people and has been for a long time

thank you for at least providing something for me to work with. while i still don’t know the full story, i can address a bit of research i did.

the only asks on the blogs of v0id-clawz (who is a catradora anti so i'd rather not dive too deep and break their boundaries or make myself uncomfortable) & miraculoustakes that i could find from searching "witch apologist" are VERY recent, like... as of yesterday recent. and there aren't more than 2-3 on each. not to mention, these still carry the same issue as you in that it’s all words from unnamed blogs with no proof. the fact that it’s multiple people means nothing when we know there’s a whole clique of people supposedly trying to “cancel” (for lack of a better term sorry) WA. also, i don't want to accuse you of anything so this isn't an attack because i'm still open to reading from you, but it looked to me like those anons' typing styles were similar to yours. not sure if that says anything (or enough) but i’m throwing it out there anyway.

i couldn't find anything on @thestargayzingetherian by searching "witch apologist", "doc", "document", and "receipt." do you have any other suggestions, or a link? or would she know what you're talking about since i tagged (feel free to ignore this btw; i apologize if you didn't want to be involved but i don't like mentioning people without them knowing)?

i don't really have an opinion about kink discourse, at least not one i'd like to share in public on any of my blogs. if you're going to assume my stance from this, make it neutral.

i'll be wary of stuff that went down in 2016-2018 since holding people accountable is important, but it's also important to remember that was 6-8 years ago, so i'm not too keen on defining someone by their actions after so much time. i had mindsets that i wasn't proud of as little as 3-4 years ago (although it didn't directly affect anyone nearly as much), so i believe in improvement. i mean, hell, i'm literally a catra kin/stan. that being said, i appreciate that you’re not trying to force me to break it off.

now, i’m speaking for WA here since i sent them a screenshot of this before posting, and here’s what they said (paraphrased):

1. they can’t access the google doc because it’s limited to invitations, and they’re not willing to give their main(?) email. they can’t create a new burner one because they need an extra phone number which isn’t readily available, but are currently looking into if they have any old ones from a while back. that being said (i have only partially brought this up in a different way), i can volunteer to do that with my own extra email and screenshot parts of it or something, or send a recording of me scrolling through. i’ll just need a link. UPDATE: they suggested the same thing right as i was ready to post this, and have already sent me the link. i’ll see what i can do.

like i said, i won’t reveal whether i’m positive or negative about kink stuff, but obviously i have to stand against certain dark themes people are into initiating such as CSEM, rape/CNC, actual incest (as opposed to catradora lmao), etc, which is what they claim to have been shaming years ago.

[miasiegert]

In response to a great question by @etchif (I hope I’m doing this correctly again—bear with me still learning tumblr, probably will never learn on my phone, trying though?)

ANSWER:

Okay LISTEN HERE YOU, while for this production a strict NO ONE GETS MORE NOTICEABLE DICKS, I can confirm that a dear friend I will NEVER name (and no one will ever guess, don’t try, seriously, even tourmates were STUNNED and if it was anyone except me would think it was BS, I’m no snitch) tried to gift me his padded Tugger dance belts from US Tour V that all Tugger actors (except one I also will not name because not sure his fiancé wants that going around) were given/made/constructed and was legitimately baffled as to why I was not interested in his dancebelts as I hadn’t done my first pro show then/was a superfan still/sort of not sure how close friends I was with everyone.

“But they’re clean. I’d never give you anything not-washed.”

Bless him so much. He could not see the comparison of like used underwear sales or anything and thought, “well superfan, cats collector… I have something no one else has!!!”

As for why I didn’t take it and sell it, I was not exploiting a friend, ever. Especially one who genuinely was thinking, “what could I give Mia besides luggage tags?” That’d have been wrong. It also had his name sewn into it (same as all actors) for their unders/washing.

Please no jumping on an actor for being gross, btw. The intent was SO kind although… oh no! Lol!

And again I’m not sharing which actor did NOT have a padded one because of his fiancé. I’m not sure they’d actually care but rather safe than sorry.

THE MORE YOU KNOW (even if you don’t want to).