#if he doesnt have a face it comes from the mask though

[yume-no-miya]

look i love making sae be the one who's so in love and showering hajun with so much love and affection but it's much more fun to think that HE fell harder than her

[mtcloudsworld]

ᙃ𝙄𝙎𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | oh he BIG mad, he mad mad...but do you really care? Nope, not at all.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | +18, mdni, fem!reader, AK!Jason Todd, rough sex, backshots, knife play, deranged situationship, toxic, both got some issues but like each other's crazy, got a sick twisted mind, lowercase intended edited but in case you see any errors ignore it, ty. Enjoy lovebugs! 🦠🩷

I could play the doctor, I can cure your disease If you were a sinner, I could make you believe Lay you down like one, two, three Eyes roll back in ecstasy I can smell your sickness, I can cure ya (cure) Cure your disease

"aww you mad?"

your body was slammed down on the desk, face first.

"don't." he warns. you smirk, speaking in a mocking tone.

"oh I've made you mad huh?"

your voice was silky, sultry and dangerous, your laughter taunting and teasing, it pressed all the wrong buttons at the right time.

your attitude had the upper hand in this argument, and he didn't like that one bit. It drove him insane actually.

his hand pressed against the side of your head, you smell the mint from his breath as it hit your ear.

"shut. your. gotdamn. mouth." he spoke roughly, clearly not in the mood to be played with.

hands tied behind your back, your eyes were glued to the glowing mask right by the side of your head.

it stared at you with a certain hum of a phone call ringing through the coms but he doesnt bother to answer.

he was too sexually frustrated and vexed with your ass to deal with other important, stressful matters.

your face grows annoyed but was still amused, feeling him pull away. you could still sense him standing right behind you, his heavy cologne and gunpowder lingers as he starts to shuffle, fabric ruffling and then a zipper...

the next thing you knew, you were getting your treatment handed to you.

"always got some shit to say," he murmurs, fucking you recklessly from behind.

sounds of the desk creeking and skin slapping skin echoed between the office space as clear as day.

you were loud, shamelessly, loud.

to the extent that if anyone were to come down that hall, they would hear how good he was making you feel. but neither of you would care, you'd be too busy getting your shit rocked.

you'd think, being disciplined for that disrespectful ass mouth would get you to learn... something, right?

naw, it actually enhanced the problem.

you hummed pleasingly to his hips snapping against your ass, watching the fat jiggle-- fingertips digging into your sides, had him cursing underneath his breath.

his gloved hand pulling at your hair, you sit up with a whimper, jaw unclenching as you gasp at the quick tug.

the lukewarm air hitting your exposed nipples sends a shiver down your spine.

a smug smirk rises to your lips when he starts talking crazy in your ear, feeling something cold and sharp at the base of your throat.

"seems like I've shut that ass up, don't have nothing else to say huh?"

nothing he was saying came off as a threat, intimidating or scary. if anything it turned you on even more. even the feeling of his knife pressed at your neck made your pussy throb around his lengthy dick.

"you're such an asshole." You sneered, laughing hysterically, "but damn, do you fuck me so good. Though this knife feels nice around my neck, I'd rather your hand be there instead." your grin grew wide. something so evil, so sinister and sickening about it, made jason believe he wasn't the only deranged person in this room. With a messed up past and twisted mind, you had it too.

and fuck, you had him.

the way he was so quick to just give you anything was mind blowing.

you had him wrapped around your pretty little finger, and it fucked with his mental, badly.

and as you whimpered and moaned his name like a pathetic. little. bitch, not caring that this knife was so close to slitting your throat while he fucked you with little regard to the brink of tears spilling from your eyes-- made him come to the realization that... you were crazy, psychotic.

you fed off of his crazy because you yourself was crazy. the way he roughly manhandled you, spoke raunchy words of vulgarity at you, drove you insane.

even when you talked crazy, he knew how to handle you.

you were so close to cumming.

gripping the edge of the desk, mouth gasping for air. your eyes darkened when you made eye contact with him. his hips rutting into yours. there was no warning that you were cumming but he felt it.

he felt the way your body tensed and quivered, knees buckling as you clenched around and cum all on his dick. his own hips stuttered against you. grunts deeply within the confines of his chest, he huffs, cumming right after you.

looming over you with his hands placed flatly on either side of you on the desk, his chest heaved heavily.

trapping your vulnerable body between his strong bulky arms, his face buries into the crook of your neck. beads of sweat cascading down the sides of his temples. you reach up to brush through his dark locs, feeling his lips trail up around your neck to the underside of your jaw.

his mouth leans in to give you a sloppy wet kiss, vigorously feverish, his hand wraps around your throat dangerously. the pulse of your heart beating quickly beneath the pads of his fingers causes his grip to tighten, secretly enjoying the way he can feel it so visibly.

moaning into his mouth, you begin to perch up against him. your ass grinding onto his hardening dick, he groans.

"more, baby. I want more." you beg, whining, feeling his hand go back onto the desk for the other to be fondled with your left tit, groping at the flesh and pinching at its sensitive nipple.

he curses underneath his breath tiredly, shaking his head at your resilience.

"fuck, you'll be the death of me woman."

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[velouriaris]

Power Play / Total Control

Sebastian’s greatest kink is owning you—mind, body, and soul.

He delights in how helpless you are beneath him. His strength is monstrous even in human form: he can restrain both your tiny wrists in one gloved hand, pinning you effortlessly.

He whispers, “My, look at you… so delicate. So very easy to break.”

Your weaknesst arouses him beyond measure to see you shiver.

He expects your obedience without question. When you hesitate, he rewards you with cruel patience, bending you to his will slowly until you’re begging to please him.

He loves making you ask permission to touch him or even to come, smiling coldly when you falter or stammer, gently correcting you until you say it perfectly.

Size Difference / Size Kink

Oh, hee adores the sheer contrast.

Your small body is like a doll’s in his long, elegant hands. He’ll make you painfully aware of it, pressing you down, spreading you open, making you watch in a mirror while you see how utterly you vanish beneath him.

He'll say in that smooth, mocking tone: "Your body can barely take me, my lady... I have to be careful not to break your delicate body.”

He likes slow, deliberate penetration to force you to feel every inch of the difference between your fragile humanity and his monstrous perfection.

True Demon Form / Monster Fucking

This is one of his most private, dangerous kinks. (Mine either, lol)

Sebastian usually keeps his demon nature elegantly hidden—but the truth is he fantasizes about you caged beneath his true form. Large, sharp claws, his tentacles, eyes glowing red as he fucks you until you’re ruined.

He knows it would terrify you. That’s precisely the thrill. However, he restrains it most of the time.

When he does indulge, it’s a rare and terrifying event. His voice loses all its human polish: “Your body is so pathetically fragile… but it will take me. I’ll make certain of it.”

His claws might lightly score your thighs, leaving hairline scratches that sting. His wings could wrap around you like a cage. His cock might shift in size or texture, designed to overwhelm your too-small body. He relishes the stretch, the tears, the way your breath hitches in fear and arousal alike.

Afterwards, he licks your blood from his claws and soothes you with impossibly gentle touches, voice purring: “There now… Did I frighten you? My apologies. I simply couldn’t resist such a perfect little vessel.”

Even though he doesnt tell this to you, he would be really happy and excited if you love histrue self, without any fake human mask, fake body, makes him genuinely happy.

Breeding / Ownership

He doesn’t just want to fuck you. He wants to own you from the inside out.

Sebastian’s possessiveness is deeply biological. Even if demons can’t truly reproduce with humans in normal ways, he fantasizes about filling you so thoroughly you can’t hold anything but him.

He loves cumming inside your fertioe womb, over and over, holding you in place so nothing leaks, watching your trembling, overstimulated body try to keep him in.

He wouldn’t admit it outright. That would be far too crass, too human. But he can’t deny the way his eyes gleam when he imagines you swollen with his child—a perfect testament to his possession.

It starts subtly. He murmurs about your softness under him, the warmth of your body, the fragilty of your human womb. His gloved fingers spread you open with clinical precision, almost examining you, voice cool and steady.

He watches himself disappear inside you with unblinking focus. His thrusts are slow at first, but relentless, the heavy sound of your bodies meeting over and over.

He likes holding you down as he spills into you, burying himself to the hilt and grinding slow, making sure every last drop is forced as deep as possible. He watches your face carefully, memorizing your reaction, mocking any embarrassment with that smooth, elegant cruelty.

Afterward, he refuses to let you move. He keeps you on your back or stomach, his hand heavy on your hip. Heleans down, lips brushing your ear.

“Stay still, my dear. Don’t waste a single drop.”

He’s possessive. Utterly unrepentant. The idea of changing you, marking you forever, turning you from fragile human into his breeding vessel, is intoxicating.

Maybe you carry his child one day, even though it is impossible for a human to carry a demon's child.

Verbal Degradation and Praise

He is a master of words, after all.

He’ll degrade you: “My my, such a filthy little human. Look at you, split open so easily.”

Then he’ll praise you in the same breath, voice thick with dark adoration: “Exquisite. Truly, you were made for me.”

The contrast is part of the game: keeping you off-balance, forcing you to crave both his cruelty and his affection.

Sensory Play / Restraints

He loves restraining you.

Silk ribbons, leather cuffs, even just his bare hand around your throat. Not enough to harm you—unless you deserve it.

He enjoys blindfolding you to heighten your fear and anticipation. He whispers everything he’s going to do in obscene detail before he does it, listening to your heartbeat accelerate.

He might even use feathers or claws to trace your skin, testing what makes you squirm.

Excessive Aftercare (After all, he's one hell of a lover and butler)

After everything—the relentless pace, the cruel teasing, the inescapable dominance—he immediately reverts to perfect composure.

He doesn’t leave you messy or uncomfortable for long. Rising smoothly, he adjusts his cuffs as if nothing happened, voice low and polite.

“Please remain still, my dear. I’ll tend to you now.”

He returns with warm water, a soft cloth, and a basin, his movements precise and graceful.

Despite the earlier harshness of his touch, now he’s gentle, wiping you clean in slow, unhurried strokes.

He watches your cute face carefully, noting any flinch or shiver, fingers brushing your hair awayfrom your forehead.His voice drops, softer, approving.

“You did wonderfully. Such an obedient little thing.”

He enjoys the way you curl instinctively into him, head resting on his chest.

He lays you down carefully on the bed, smoothing the sheets over you with meticulous precision, tucking you in as if you’re something fragile he must protect.

His gloved fingers linger at your cheek or collarbone, thumb brushing over faint marks he left, pressing just enough to remind you they’re there.

“Mine,” he murmurs, almost too softly to hear.

Bloodplay

Don't surprise. As a demon, blood calls to him.

He loves the thin red lines left by his claws. He’ll lap them away, savoring the taste, voicehusky with something far older and darker than human desire.

He is careful not to truly harm you

CORRUPTION

Sebastian delights in slowly unraveling your innocence, savoring every step as you become more shameless under his influence. He introduces you to forbidden pleasures with an almost scholarly patience, never rushing the process but making sure you crave the next lesson. His touches start subtle—never overtly sexual, just enough to spark curiosity and a burning sense of anticipation.

He praises your curiosity, feeding your desire to please him, pushing your boundaries with careful, calculated escalation. He takes pleasure in watching you hesitate, then give in—knowing that every time you let him touch you, you’re willingly giving up a little more of your purity.

He enjoys making you beg for things you once thought were wrong, rewarding every slip into depravity with affection and approval. Corrupting your mind is as arousing to him as corrupting your body. Each new act is another victory—one that he wears like a secret, smug smile whenever he looks at you.

He never lets you forget who made you this way; your shame and desire both belong to him. Over time, he transforms your embarrassment into pride, until you’re begging for things you once feared, lost in the pleasure of your own ruin.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Can you write some scar fluff/comfort? As in kissing slashers scars (And trying to not get stabbed /hj) or vise versa? Maybe with Jason, Micheal, Brahms, and Thomas? (Feel free to change them up)

Kissing their scars (Jason, Brahms, Thomas and Michael)

and the days writing begins! hoping to get a lot done, even if a lot of it wont be posted today to avoid spam- wooo!! notes: reader is gn, you kiss their scars, michaels part is admittedly short mostly due to the admin still not totally used to writing for him yet- havent quite felt ive got his personality down cws: healed injuries, nothing intense but i like to be safe than sorry

JASON

he has more than his fair share of scars, and honestly? hes not all that worried about them, hes not ashamed of them- he takes them as a sign that hes been doing well with protecting his space as well as you

still open to you kissing them, theres lots to choose from.... hes got them on his hands, his back, shoulders, youre sure if you look there would be a scar somewhere

the moment is so tender that he may shutter a little with some emotion, being slightly more emotive than he normally is

take his hand and press his scarred knuckles to your mouth for a gentle kiss and hes going to be melting in your grasp

its not much different than the kisses you press onto his mask but the intention feels different- if that makes sense.. hes bad at describing things...

BRAHMS

does not like his scars at all- he thinks they look unsightly and they feel uncomfortable against his skin thats not scarred over

covers most of them with his mask and clothing, but you can see some splotches here and there

he... doesnt quite know how to feel about it when you kiss them, but hes not going to deny himself the extra attention and affection that youve giving him

with time he may grow to accept them; whether or not he stops covering them up is a totally different thing, though...

one thing is still the same, the second you give him some extra loving hes going to expect that to be the new normal- surely you wont mind cuddling into him while trailing kisses up and down his body where his scars reside!

MICHAEL

similar to jason, he doesnt mind his scars all that much... in fact he doesnt care about them at all, and you probably wouldnt have known he had them if you didnt see him without his usual coveralls on

shows no visible reaction to you lightly pressing kisses to the scars he lets you get close enough- usually reserved to the ones on his hands hes gotten from minor burns or nicks

does not seek affection, but its a good sign that hes not pulling away or otherwise getting you to stop... because if he truly wasnt interested in it he wouldnt indulge you

doesnt quite understand the sentiment behind kissing his (now healed) wounds but you do you

THOMAS

you make him feel better about his looks, youre always uplifting him so you kissing along his face- especially concentrating it around where his nose once was- makes him feel.. nice

it does come as a little surprise at first, though, not that he thinks youre revolted or not fully willing to show your devotion and love for him... its more so the act never crossed his mind until you did it

youre cupping his head in your hands, fingers lightly tangled in his hair... perhaps even massaging his scalp as you lean in for another kiss

truly he is in heaven as you give him all of your love, youve never seen someone look at you with so much love in their eyes... much less look at you like that

it does make him more willing to take his masks off around you, now fully reassured that you dont mind his appearance at all and that you like the face he was given

[hysteria-things]

I also have another idea (if ur comfortable) where like chris is ghost face and reader doesnt know but like she kinda catches him coming home after killing? idk then they like have sex IDKK JS PLEASE HAVE GHOST FACE CHRIS SEX PLS.

GHOSTFACE

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you uncover your boyfriend’s deepest darkest secret…

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY, swearing, mentions killing, anxiety, blood, arguing (?), chasing, oral (female receiving), degradation, hair pulling, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,479

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: for pookie @imwetforyourmom :)

i hope it’s okay that he’s not in the mask when it’s happening but it’ll make sense when you read i promise😭

i’m brewing up A LOT right now i’m so stoked.

chris wasn’t next to you when you woke up, but you’re not surprised. he and his brothers tend to do things late at night because of their work, which makes sense because all three of them are night owls. you, however, are not.

on this particular night, you felt quenched. you get up from under the covers and walk your way to the kitchen in your shared house with your boyfriend. you grab a bottle out of the fridge and start drinking it, then your eyes land on chris’ backpack that’s next to the couch.

he always brings that with him, so he either just got home or forgot it. you shrug and continue to down the cold water, but then you hear the water start running in the bathroom.

you nod your head, taking a mental note that he did indeed just come home. as you start to walk back into the bedroom, a shine of white glistens from the moonlight. you turn your head to it and see that it’s coming from chris’ bag. it’s open ever so slightly.

curiosity gets the best of you, and you kneel to unzip it fully. your breath catches in your throat.

there have been murders happening in towns around you, but you never thought about them because the town you’re living in is very keen on security. you felt safe here.

the news calls the culprit ghostface because of the mask they wear, and that stupid mask does tend to creep you out every time you see it. the way it’s droopy just never sat right with you.

that so-called stupid mask is staring back at you, some blood is still left on it. you can’t help but stare at it, your breathing quickens the more you do so. you have to be dreaming, right?

but you know you aren’t. you grip the mask and march your way to the bathroom, not bothering to knock. instead, you burst through the door. you gasp at the sight in front of you.

chris is standing at the sink, dressed in all black as blood coats his hands and cheeks. it must’ve seeped through the outfit. his hair is messy, his eyes glancing down at the mask in your hand. thinking he’d be mad that you went through his stuff, you stay silent, waiting for an explanation. he smirks instead.

“is this some sick fucking joke?” you scream, gripping the object in your hand even tighter. you can’t fathom what’s happening right now.

“hi, ma.” he greets, turning the water off and walking to you to kiss you on the cheek. “you’re up late.” he carelessly takes the mask from you and walks out into the living room.

you snarl. he’s always been a cocky mother fucker.

out of rage, you go charging at him. “what the fuck, chris?” you say as you push him. he doesn’t go far though since he’s much stronger than you.

he chuckles and turns to you. is it fucked up that seeing him like this makes you more attracted to him?

you shake the thought out of your mind. stupid y/n. what’s wrong with you?

“what… the fuck?” you repeat, this time breathing heavier. tears start to trickle in your eyes. “i can explain.” he says.

you flare your nostrils at him, silently telling him to continue. your boyfriend of a year and a half has been lying to you, and you want an answer now. “i’m not the only one, you know. nick makes the calls, i do the killing, and matt deals with the bodies.”

you pity laugh. “this is crazy.” you run your fingers through your hair. what you feel right now is complicated. yeah, you’re scared, but not of him.

“i didn’t think it was important to tell you.” he continues. “we’ve been perfectly fine without you knowing.”

he cannot be serious.

“you didn’t think it was important to tell me?” you laugh again. “you’re fucking insane.”

you run for the front door and open it, speed walking down the porch steps. “where are you going?” chris calls out.

“anywhere. you are fucking crazy, chris.” you have no other words to say except something along the lines of that.

you hear his footsteps start to follow you, and this time you bolt it. “y/n, seriously? come back!”

the rookie mistake you made was running into the woods that are across from your house. you weren’t thinking, you just needed to run.

you don’t know where you are as you keep running, becoming out of breath from running for so long. arms wrap around your waist and twirl you around. you squeal, clawing at their arms and hands. “get off me!” you kick behind you.

“y/n, relax.” chris says, dodging your hits as you try to squirm free of his grasp. eventually, you stop fighting and let him hold you.

he turns you around so you can face him. “do you think i’d ever hurt you?” he asks.

you shake your head because it’s true. it’s not like you don’t love him anymore. you still do. “but how—”

“shh.” he shushes, taking his red-tinted hands and cupping your face with them to pull you into a kiss.

he leaves a kiss on your jaw before turning you around, your front side leaning on a tree. he takes his pointer finger and reaches under your nightgown. he smirks when he’s greeted with your bare core. “no underwear?” he teases.

you whine, pushing back on his finger. your pussy is aching for more touch. he kneels, getting a full view of your glistening folds. you gasp when you feel his tongue start lapping slowly.

he’s going painfully slow, so you whine and grind your hips back. he gets the memo and works his tongue faster, your hips still grinding to match the direction he’s going for more pleasure.

when his nose starts to touch your clit, you moan out a swear. chris starts sucking when he finds the right spot. you grip the bark of the tree and throw your head back. “right there, chris. fuck.”

your legs start to twitch when your orgasm rips through you, spreading your juices all over his tongue. he continues licking until there’s no cum left, and you whimper at the sensitivity.

you hear him unbuckle his jeans. they plop at his ankles, and he scrunches your nightgown to the small of your back and holds it there with one hand.

he moves your hair to the side so he can whisper in your ear. “i wonder what people would think of you.” he starts to go into you, and you gasp at the feeling. “not only dating the famous ghostface killer but getting fucked like a whore by him as well.”

he says that as he thrusts just his tip. you let out a choked moan. “please.” you whine. “fuck me.”

chris pushes down the front of your pajamas so your tits bounce out. he’s still thrusting when he squeezes them with his unoccupied hand.

“come on.” you groan, getting impatient. “please.”

he sighs, placing his hand that was on your breasts to your throat, bringing your head back so it can lean on his shoulder.

a loud moan falls from your lips when he starts to fuck into you from behind. his eyes look at your face that’s contorting to pleasure with each thrust. even though it’s dark, the dry blood on his face is still visible, and you find it so hot.

tears come out of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. since you both are standing, the angle of his dick is upward and hits your g-spot repeatedly.

your eyes roll back, mouth hanging open as pornographic sounds are not only coming from your mouth but from the sounds of your pussy taking chris’ cock as if it was made for it.

“hugging my cock so well.” he coos. “you’re clenching, ma.”

a hoarse cry leaves you. “oh, f-fuck.”

your entire body shakes with ecstasy, your orgasm streaking down his shaft. he takes the hand that was on your throat and grabs your hair. “you gonna let me cum in you?” he pulls. “huh?”

you try your best to nod frantically with his grip on your head, sobbing out whines. “here it comes, slut.”

for his last thrust, he pulls out and slams back it, making sure you take all of his release.

he wraps his arms around you so you don’t fall. he’s still buried inside of you because the both of you need to catch your breath.

he finally pulls out of you slowly, letting out a shaky sigh when he looks at what he just did. “i think we both need a shower.” he says sheepishly, lifting you off of the ground and walking through the trees to get back to the house.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @hearts4chris @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom @tillies33ssss

[popcat69]

Hey (hope your requests are open) I had a cute idea for a little fluff, Rottmnt boys x reader who gets very sleepy/relaxed from having their hair played with. Just thought this would be very cute, can be platonic or romantic ^^

Rottmnt boys x gn!reader

Notes: i wrote this as romantic because i need that in my life rn also i tried my best but there are some mentions of reader having hair that's longer then lets say a pixie cut

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff

Raph

Raph wouldn’t play with your hair unless you asked him

He would be way too scared to accidentally hurt you because of his hands

This mans huge and i think we all know that

When you asked him for the first time to play with your hair he was a bit hesitant but as soon he started running his fingers through your hair you were nuzzled up against him with your eyes closed and a soft smile on your face.

Now, if he's sitting down on the couch or on his bed you would just flop down next to him placing you head on his lap and we would basically understand what your asking for

He gets butterflies in his stomach everytime. He feels so happy that you trust him and it makes his whole world

He started watching youtube videos on how to style hair

Though its difficult for him to recreate it and usually ends in a bit of a tangled disaster you appreciate the thought

Leo

Leo found out you love when your hair is played with by cuddling together in his bed and you were having some trouble sleeping

You kept on squirming around in bed trying to force yourself to get even a few minutes of rest

That is until you felt an arm snake around you and a hand coming up to caress your hair.

You relaxed almost immediately and you heard a small chuckle from next to you

You open your eyes to be faced with a smiling turtle

“Feels nice?”

You let out a tired laugh before bringing leo closer to you wrapping him a warm hug before you fell asleep

He loves to play with your hair it brings him some comfort as well seeing you so relaxed

Loves to spend time with you when your heads on his plastron with him playing with your hair.

Adores it

Donnie

If you’d want donnie to run his fingers through your hair you have better brushed before hand

I don't think he would really like the feeling of his fingers being tangled in your hair

Doesnt care at all what type of hair you have.

straight , wavey, curly

He will gladly scratch/ massage your scalp 

He just doesn't really like the feeling of running his hands through your hair and feeling small tangles

Would 100% make you one of those scalp massages to use when he's too deep into a project or on a mission

Can you tell his love language is gift giving?

Honestly i think he enjoys playing with your hair despite everything

Love to see you melt under his touch 

Will play with your hair as you listen to his little rambles

Mikey

 Mikey adores playing with your hair

Loves to brush it for you if you let him

And if you let him style it this boy’s eyes with have hearts in them

Loves the feeling of his fingers running through your hair

I think that its canon that mikey grows hair but finds it too difficult to take care of it so he shaves it off

If you convince him to grow it out you guys will 100% have a hair day

Where you teach him how to properly take care of it

You guys will be doing hair masks and hair treatments 

Loves doing this with you

If you had a stressful day and you came to him for comfort he will cuddle you in bed with his hands playing with your hair and massaging your scalp

He gets so happy seeing calm down and relax in his arms

[meowsgirldrawing]

Angst idea Obey Nightbringer running through my head

Part 2 here

So MC was dropped from the sky basically right? Mammon caught then and promptly asked them for payment once they woke up, like the sweet man he is-

I love the theory that MC just disappeared then from the present.

Cause I see this-

Imagine a typical morning in Devildom. The day is calm as it could be- AS IT COULD BE- and the brothers are all slowly trickling into the dinning room for breakfast. One of them is the cook today, probably Mammon, and hes making some nice meal he knows is MC's favorite.

When its served, he going along, ignoring the accusations and teases from his brothers, but as hes about to plop into his own seat, hungry for some rare human food- Lucifer stops him. All of them.

Hes looking around, a furrow in his brow, "Where's MC?"

Thats when the empty seat next to a slightly more awake Belphie and for-once-pausing-in-his-breakfast Beel gets brought to light. Usually MC picks whereever they want to sit for the meals on their own, typically being one of the first ones there. But they're obviously not around.

Lucifer sighs, then orders Mammon to go grab them. Sleepy little human, is a phrase Belphie snickers at.

For once, Mammon isnt grumbling about the order, he estactic actually! He gets to see MC's light up face at their favorite dish! Made by him!

Of course, he masks a grumble, but hes all smiles on the way to their room.

As per tradition, he marches right in, esclaiming loud and proud about his success of making a typical weirdo human dish for his hum-

His human?

He stops in his tracks. MC isnt there. Their sheets are ruffled. Their uniform is still hung high on the closet door, and their bags and everything else they grab for the day is laying about. Never been touched.

Huh.

Imagine Mammon coming back with confusion, saying how MC isnt in their room.

Imagine after his explanation, they get too antsy to finish breakfast, they just get up to search for them. They tried messaging at first. Even calling. But they quickly found their phone lying under the sheets, still on charge. The constant ringing sending them on edge.

Beel is texting Luke and Simeon, but they have no clue whats going on. No, they haven't seen MC since their last cooking class yesterday.

Diavolo gets back to Lucifer with obvious worry in his text. MC said they were going straight home after the counsel meeting, though.

Barbatos repeats the same.

Asmodeus tries to message Soloman, his hands trying not to shake as he follows Satan and Levi around the house, both calling MC's name. All 3 growing more anxious and unsettled as they get no response.

But Soloman doesnt even respond.

Mammon? The first one to discover MC's disappearance? Hes on the verge of freaking out.

He keeps up his bite in his tone "OI HUMAN! Where the hell are ya!" Hes going from room to room like the rest of the brothers "YOU BETTER FREAKING RESPOND! O-or-.." His voice starts cracking. Every second he doesnt see his human feels even worse than the last, "MC! F-FOR FUCKS SAKE- RESPOND DAMN IT!" His arms burn with the constant throwing open doors, the moving of furniture. Where the fuck are they??

Once the house has been checked once. Twice. Lucifer even checking Cerberous's lurking grounds, silently hoping to not find any remains possible. The dog's 3 heads stares at his master confused though the whole thing, watching with silent ponder over Lucifer making rounds and rounds about the lot, calling for the human that helps with his monthly cleaning and daily treat giving.

The search continues out, all 7 demon brothers joined by the worried king and his butler, the two angels, as well as a few of their other demons, and Reaper.

All day and into the night they search, all desperate to not find out the worse of worse fates of the human.

The first night is hard. Lucifer had to call of the search for the night, allow himself and his brothers to rest from running all over Devildom. Diavolo sends his well wishes as he does the same, with the plan for first thing to send out better search options.

The brothers hudle in one of the main living rooms. They cant stop talking about it all, where could they be? Does someone have them?? Are they even safe??

Theres a moment where Mammon spits out a curse, hopping back up with a growl, and claiming to go back out again.

Lucifer can see his weariness and orders him to sit back down. His younger brother snarls back a retort, hellbent on finding their human. Maybe even socking whoever has them into the ground if he finds even a single glimpse of that idea.

The agrument goes back and forth, most of the brothers watching in either fury, worriedness, dread, or all. The argument only gets stopped in its tracks when a knock comes that the entrance.

Before Lucifer or any of his brother utter a single word, Mammon is booking it to the door. He tosses it open, expecting- no- hoping on every last grim its Lamentation's only human resident coming home.

But its not that.

Soloman stands alone at the door. His arms tight behind his back, expression stretched as if his words burn his mouth.

"I know where MC is."

-this turned out longer than I wanted, but I kinda plan to write this fully and in more detail. Just beta version y'know?

[ohmaswife]

heyyy big fan of ur works !! they are so gud T_T could i maybe, please request an ohma x reader fic inspired by im still in love with you by sean Paul & Sahsa? like ohma nows the reader is in love and tries to stop them from loving him bc he knows its a bad choice doesnt know how to love. yet the readers advances convince ohma and just barley gives in. just IF you want to :)

(pretty please)

Still in love with you.

Tokita Ohma x Reader

Summary: Ohma’s always kept you at an arm’s length away, but how much longer can he go on like this?

*GN reader, no pronouns mentioned

Word count: ~1.6k

A/N: ahhh sorry this took so long to come out, but I just adore this request!! listened to the song a few times but i have to admit, i had to turn on ‘temperature’ because that song is a STAPLE in little 12yo nini’s middle school playlist ��😁 planning on safe and sound p2 to be next! PLEASE PLEASE enjoy! ❤️

Masterlist

For months, Ohma has been running from the inevitable. 

He’s watched you, felt your love in the way you look at him. In the way you refuse to give up, no matter how many times he’s tried to shut you out. And it kills him, because he loves you too. He’s loved you from the start. 

But love just isn’t meant for a man like him. 

Love is a weakness, a risk, and something he’s convinced will only end in disaster.

He doesn’t know how to love gently, and he knows he never will. His life has been a battlefield, a constant cycle of fighting, loss, and survival. Love? That’s something fragile, something people like him don’t get to have. If he lets himself love you, truly love you, what happens when he can’t protect you? What happens when you realize he’ll never be the man you need him to be? What happens when the chaos that surrounds him inevitably swallows you whole? He can’t take that chance. So, he’s left with no choice.

He has to push you away. He has to.

The night is already cold, the chill of the wind sending shivers down your spine, and Ohma only makes it worse.

“I don’t love you,” Ohma tells you, his voice colder than you’ve ever heard it. 

It’s a lie. A cruel one, but he forces himself to say it anyway. 

Standing in front of him, he sees the hurt flashing across your face, the tears welling in your eyes as you start to shake. But you don’t back down.

“Yes, you do.” you say just above whisper, and the certainty in your voice cuts deeper than any blade ever could.

Ohma clenches his fists, looking away, because if he meets your eyes for too long, he knows he’ll break. 

“I don’t,” he repeats, even harsher this time. Like he’s trying to convince himself more than you. 

“You’re better off without me.”

You shake your head, frustration and heartbreak warring in your expression. “You think I don’t know who you are? You think I don’t see all of you, the good, the bad, the broken? And I still love you.”

His breath hitches. For only a moment, Ohma’s mask slips, his pain flickering through. He wants to reach out for you, to tell you he loves you more than anything, but he can’t. If he does, he’ll lose himself in you. And if he loses you one day? He doesn’t know if he’d survive it.

So he continues to push you away.

“Go home,” he mutters. “Forget about me.”

Silence lingers between you, heavy and suffocating. When you don’t move, he forces himself to look at you again, expecting anger or tears. But what he sees instead is something worse, understanding.

“I know you’re scared,” you say softly. “That’s all this is.”

Ohma’s chest tightens, but he doesn’t answer. You exhale, your eyes searching his as you wait for him to say something, anything. 

But he doesn’t. 

He can’t, and after a long, painful moment, you nod. “Fine,” you whisper, voice barely audible. “I won’t beg you to love me.”

With that, you turn and walk away. And Ohma lets you. Even though every instinct in his body screams at him to chase after you, he remains still.

Days pass.

Weeks pass. 

Then months.

Ohma tells himself over and over that he did the right thing, that pushing you away was the best choice for both of you. 

But if that’s true, why does everything feel so empty?

He sees you almost every day, just like before. But there’s a distance between you two now, a quiet sadness in your eyes that he knows he put there. And it eats away at him.

At night he can’t stop dreaming of you. He dreams of your smile, your laugh. The way you look at him like he’s someone worth loving, like he’s more than a weapon. But when he wakes up, it’s always the same. He hates himself, because no matter how much he tries to deny it, he knows the truth. He can’t stop loving you no matter how hard he tries.

Pushing you away didn’t make the feelings go away. It only made them stronger.

He thinks about you when he’s training, when he’s walking home alone, when he sees something he knows would make you smile. Every moment without you is a reminder of what he lost, of what he threw away.

Ohma’s in the ring mid fight, his body tense and his opponent circling him like a predator waiting for an opening. Normally, he’d be focused, every thought honed in on the fight. But he knows you’re there, knows you’re watching. And out of the corner of his eye, he can see you.

Looking your way, it’s like the whole world fades away, and it’s just you. You look different. Stronger, more distant, but still so damn beautiful it makes his stomach twist. 

But you aren’t looking at him with the same longing you used to. No, you’re composed, controlled. As if you’re looking through him, and not at him. It should make things easier, but it only makes it worse.

Suddenly his opponent's fist flies toward him. He dodges it at the last second, but it’s sloppy, too slow. His opponent capitalizes, landing a sharp blow to his ribs that sends Ohma staggering back. The crowd roars, but Ohma barely hears it. His mind is on you.

Why are you here? Did you come to see him, or are you just here because this is the world you’re a part of? He hates not knowing. And he hates that after everything, you still have this much control over him.

The match dragged on longer than it should have. Ohma won, but it was much messier than usual. He wasn’t himself through the entire night, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. Because for the first time in a long time, the fight doesn’t matter. You do.

But by the time he looks for you in the crowd, you’re already gone.

And that’s when he knows.

You finish tidying up your dinner, just about to get in the shower when you hear a frantic pounding on your apartment door, making your heart jump out of your chest.

Opening the door, your eyes widen in surprise. 

“Ohma?”

You haven’t been this close to him in months, avoiding each other whenever possible.

“What’re you doi-?”

But he doesn’t wait. He can’t wait any longer.

“I love you.”

His words hit you like a shockwave, rendering you speechless. You search his face, fully expecting him to take it back, to say he’s kidding. 

But he doesn’t. 

Instead, Ohma steps forward and enters your apartment, closing the door behind him. With his voice quiet but firm, he continues. “I lied that night,” he admits. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. And I was an idiot for thinking I could pretend otherwise.”

Your heart is pounding, unable to believe his words, or that he’s even in front of you. 

“Then why did you-”

“Because I was scared,” he cuts in, voice rough with frustration. “I thought I was doing the right thing, that pushing you away would protect you. But all I did was hurt you. And I can’t keep doing that.”

Tears prick at your eyes, but you blink them away. “So, what are you saying?”

Ohma exhales, then reaches for you, hands cradling your face like you’re something precious. His hands tremble, his touch rough yet achingly gentle, afraid you’ll disappear if he isn’t careful. His dark eyes search yours, filled with hesitation, longing, and something deeper, something raw and unspoken. 

Then, finally, he closes the distance. His lips lightly brush against yours, tentative at first. Testing the waters, still unsure he’s allowed to have this, if he deserves this. Deserves you. 

But when you press closer, when your fingers curl into his shirt, anchoring yourself to him, he exhales a shaky breath and deepens the kiss. It’s slow and deliberate, his lips healing every part of you, making up for all this lost time. His calloused hands slide to the back of your neck, holding you there, terrified this moment will slip through his fingers. 

The world fades around you. The past, the pain, the hurt. All of it disappearing into the warmth of his lips against yours. And in that single, fragile moment, Ohma stops fighting, and he lets himself love you.

“You don’t have to be scared anymore,” you whisper, breaking the kiss.

“I know,” he murmurs, holding you like a lifeline.

He cups your face once again, thumb tracing the curve of your cheek, his eyes locked onto yours with a quiet intensity.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he admits, voice vulnerable and barely above a whisper.

But you smile, grabbing his hands and keeping them where they are, leaning into his touch. “Then let me show you.”

And for the first time ever, Ohma stops running. 

He holds you tight, afraid you’ll slip through his fingers, his forehead resting against yours as his breath shudders against your lips. His arms tighten around you, as if anchoring himself to this moment, to you. There’s no more hesitation, no more walls. Just the raw, unfiltered truth of his love finally laid bare. 

Your fingers trail through his hair, your touch soothing, grounding. And as he kisses you again, slow and deep, Ohma finally allows himself to believe in something more than just survival. 

He believes in you. In love. In this.

[stevie-petey]

Hi! Whenever you have time do you think you could write a fic about bug and Steve having dinner with his parents? Remember how on Steve’s birthday his parents came back and it was awkward and filled with tension and a promise to have dinner together sometime? :))

YESSSS !!! was hoping id be asked to write this since i intentionally added it into chapter 9 like hehehe theyll wanna read this blurb when it comes <33

enjoy !

"everything will be fine, honey." your fingers trace over the lines of steves tie, tying and retying it a million times to ease your own anxious mind.

"i feel like i should be the one reassuring you," he mumbles bitterly, once again undoing the tie so that he can try himself.

you watch him with slight amusement, though mostly concern. his hair is a mess and hes wearing a tie to a family dinner in a house hes live in his entire life. yet steves home isnt really a home and the tie is a vain attempt to mask the disappointment of it.

steves back is turned to you as he frowns in the mirror. the crease in his delicate features upsets you to see. wrapping your arms from behind him, your head pokes from over his shoulders, standing on the very tips of your toes, and you make a silly face at him in the mirror.

a gruff laugh reverberates through steves spine and you hold him close, resting your head where it fits just between his shoulder and neck, smiling into his skin. steve finds the hands that are clasped against his chest, and he encases them with his.

"i love you," he says, soft. the tie around his neck hands, forgotten, and he simply allows you to hold him.

"i love you, too."

steve tries to commit to memory the sight before him. the image of the two of you standing in the mirror together, how you just barely manage to be seen. your arms around his waist, his hands around your arms.

"my angel," he pinches your nose, and when you squeak in protest he quickly spins around and cradles your head, kissing the tip of your nose over and over again.

you erupt into laughter and steve sways your bodies together, messily dancing in your room, the imminent night no longer darkening the corners of it.

the table is set in the harrington house when you arrive. in your two years of knowing steve, youve never seen the dining table used for anything other than robotic sets and the occasional puzzle.

may harrington is in the kitchen, dressed in a gorgeous velvet gown that drapes over her frame elegantly. the smell of roast chicken wafts throughout the home and shes just finished cutting up the vegetables when you arrive.

"hello, darlings. dinner will be done shortly." she greets you and steve warmly, sweeping you into her arms the moment youre close enough.

the hug surprises you and it takes you a moment to reciprocate, but when you finally do, may sighs into your embrace.

"thank you for coming," she says, the sincerity in her voice longing and dim.

"of course," you squeeze her hands, smiling as kindly as you can. you admire the woman, you know shes done the best she can with raising steve with a husband who never wanted to be a father, but youll never forget the way steve clings so desperately onto the people in his life, the ever present fear of one day losing everyone hes ever loved.

"wheres dad?" steve looks around in the otherwise empty kitchen. may avoids his gaze. he sets his hand on the counter. he swallows, breathes out heavily. his movements are defeated, expected. "he isnt coming, is he?"

may brings her fingers to her lips. she doesnt say anything, and your fingers itch to brush against steves.

"if you have the ingredients, mrs. harrington, id be happy to put together a salad while you finish up with dinner." your only way of offering mercy to both parties. saving may from having to disappoint her son once again, and saving her son from having to linger in the feeling of familiar abandonment.

"if you wouldnt mind, that would be lovely, y/n." mays eyes are tired when you look back at her. suddenly the elegant drape of her dress seems to almost drown her. shes a shell of a once grand woman, and all you feel for her is pity.

you nod meekly at her, helping yourself to the fridge as youve done time and time again when she isnt home. theres some carrots, celery and cucumbers, and you place them onto the counter.

"steve," you softly call to him. hes still standing at the counter, eyes tracing over the line of the marble. his disappointment once used to be outrage, loud protests and direct retribution, but now, under the kitchen lighting in his childhood home, his disappointment is only adorned with resolved silence.

"honey," voice lowered so only he hears, your hand finds his arm. you try to bring warmth back to his body, try to lull him with any affection you can. "why dont you help me cut up the vegetables?"

phrased as a question, though you both know that it isnt. steve finally releases the last of the anger in his shoulders. he nods, wordless and bitter, and allows you to guide him towards the cutting board.

you stand shoulder to shoulder. his fingers skim yours every time he hands you a vegetable, and your hair brushes against his cheek. the motions are slow, eased, and slowly he comes back to you in the space only the two of you inhabit.

dinner gets served and may tries to salvage the remains of her relationship with you and her son. she makes polite conversation, and you respond with grace, though she knows that her sons disappointment accompanies yours.

the dinner lasts no longer than an hour. steve doesnt touch his food. he doesnt talk. you help may clean the dishes and as your hands soak the plates, the woman murmurs to you, "i tried, you know."

"i know," you tell her, but for what? what has may harrington tried for except the absence of a father? the conversation that failed to amend years of loneliness?

but the shadow in her eyes and the shake of her fingers smooths the anger you feel towards her. shes lovely when she is able to be. shes kind and makes her son banana bread every year it snows. she comforted steve when he had nightmares, she calls him her beautiful boy, and you know, effortlessly and easily, that she loves her son.

"i used to call my husband honey," may wipes her eye, doesnt try to hide this action from you. she shakes her head. you can see the weight of what once was etched into her beautiful eyes.

may sighs, drops her hand and looks up at you one last time. "take care of him, please."

"always," you promise her.

in the dim light of an empty and cold kitchen, two women interlace their fingers together, though they dont look at the other, and the touch says everything that they are unable to.

“COME HOME” BLURB MASTERLIST

if you’d like to buy me a coffee ☕︎

[bigassmoonchild]

i like to think ghost have a partner that expresses love by biting { totally not me i wouldnt even think of chomping} but hes so used to it that he doesnt have a reaction when his wife is in nibble mode

but

everyone else loses their complete shit thinkin that a random person just bit ghost { i also love the idea that ghost doesnt tell soap shit jus to fuck with him }

i absolutely adore this bc i definitely do this 💀 (i've had this in my drafts for a few days now, but just finally figured out how i wanted it to go)

🫶🫶

simon would sit in the mess hall, not just to show face but also to be with the rest of his squad. price had to push him to join, but now he came of his own choice. it was something he did, not too often, but often enough.

on this particular day, you had gotten back from a mission all but a few hours ago. simon had been gone for a few weeks prior to you leaving, so you hadn't seen him in nearly a month and a half.

you walked into the mess hall, simon could see you from where he was sitting. you grabbed your tray of food and looked around to find where you were going to sit. he saw you move towards your squad before spotting him, sitting in front of soap and gaz.

so you made your way over, shuffling between people who were standing around and having to take a few different routes to get to them. dropping your tray down, you sat next to simon.

soap went to snag some food off of your tray and you smacked his hand, giving him a face as you did so. the three of you were talking, about what simon wasn't entirely sure of. he was trying to look at you while not completely giving himself away.

god, he loved you. more than you'd possibly ever know. catching his eye, you gave him a slightly confused face and you could see his eyes slightly squint with a little smile.

smiling back, you dove back into your conversation with soap and gaz. '...didn't realize that was something he did,' you said as simon came back into the conversation.

soap gave a little laugh, rolling his eyes. 'oh, gaz is a real charmer. spilled his pint o' beer on a lady once in a bar. you remember that, right ghost?' and simon nodded, giving a little grunt as he did so.

he still watched you, the light shining in your eye and the color slowly returning to your face as everything began to go back to your normal. he knew how much you missed this during missions, and even with the bags under your eyes he still thought you were as beautiful as ever.

the conversation waned, soap and gaz beginning to argue a little. your knee pressed against his, allowing your legs to touch. the only bit of pda he would allow with other soldiers around. with his mask on.

even though gaz and price knew, he kept it a secret from the loud mouthed scot. he knew, as much as he (unwillingly) cared for soap, word would spread fast if he knew it.

and the two of you spoke often about possibly bringing him in on the secret. possibly even just coming out as a couple at the nearest milball.

as much as the conversations happened, that was two milballs ago. three years you had been together, and just six months ago he had popped you the question. he knew exactly where that ring lay, on a long chain sitting just on your sternum.

some nights, he would kiss it. long and hard as he prayed to whatever being would listen that the two of you returned safe from the mission you were next on. other times, he tugged on it to pull you in for kisses.

there would even be a few nights that he would just play with it, feeling the heat of the metal from where it would rest against your skin. he loved that you kept it so close to your heart, and kenw that once the two of you married you wedding band would sit just there.

his own would sit against his heart, as soon as he got it.

a sharp pain from his bicep pulled him from his thoughts, looking down at where you bit him. clenching your teeth a little harder, you finally released him.

'what the hell was that,' soap sputtered out. looking between you, then simon and gaz. gaz gave him a little shrug, looking away as you leaned for another bite.

simon pushed your head away from his arm. 'don't bite me, you little mosquito,' he huffed at you. you gave him a cheeky little smile, winking at him before digging back into your food.

soap gestured wildly. 'no, i want to know what's going on. what the hell. why the hell?'and you gave soap a little laugh.

pulling the chain from under your shirt, you dangled the ring and chain in front of him. 'technically, we are still planning the wedding,' and you grunted as soap kicked you.

'and why wasn't i told?' he hissed at the two of you. you gave a faint shrug, playing with some of the food on your plate. you faught like hell to tell soap, but respected simons decision.

'you've got a loud mouth,'

'i do not!' soap nearly shouted. 'i absolutely do not,' he then whispered. you laughed and tapped your knee against simons.

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Breeding COD Men

COD Men x Gn! Reader

(IF YOU DONT LIKE THIS, IGNORE IT!)

W: Breeding Kink, No real Mpreg, Overstimulation, Edging, Toys, Mega Horny, Sub! Characters, Dom! Reader, Gn! Reader, Characters: 141 Team and König + Nikolia

Price

He gets frustrated when you dont let him cum.

You like to edge him and it's the most overwhelming, horniest, he'll ever be.

Even while he's whining and gasping for air he still cant help but whisper out your name.

He wants you to keep fucking into him and calling for him.

He loves how breathy your voice is while you fuck him harder.

His ass hurts and he feels full but he wants it to never end.

"Imagine how cute our child will look, John. You'll be such a good dad to our child, won't you baby?"

Ghost

He didn't know he had a breeding kink until you asked if you could top him.

He also didn't know he was into subbing.

He quickly fell into sub-space.

Loves the way you hold his hips and thrust into him.

Likes being told to touch his stomach and feel the tummy bulge every time you thrust into him.

The lack of control on his end made everything you did 10x better. He felt looked after and loved.

He will start crying if you coo at him. You make him feel both so safe and so good unlike any partners he's had before.

Gaz

He loves being edged. Its such a pain and pleasure thing for him that it gets him even more riled up for you.

Likes being called your "prince" or some cute name you can come up for him.

Arches his back in such a way it makes you want to breed him for real. (Why is he so flexible?)

Cums into your hand or into the sheets and babbles about wanting to have your baby's.

Needs to filled up when you tease him and whisper into his ear about wanting to start a family with him.

Very much wants to have kids with you some day and cant wait to one day have kids with you.

Gets a little stupid when you fuck him. Doesnt know what to say other than mindless.

Soap

Hates it when you edge him but he likes how intense his orgasm is when he finally gets to cum.

He teases you all day just to get some punishment from you because he knows that you won't do it without reason.

Likes teasing you while you're inside him. Loves to get you angry and even finds it hot when you take it out on him in the form of bites and promises to get him knocked up.

Truly and deeply wants to be used and be taken care of.

He's not one to beg but he will do it if it means you'll bite and leave hickeys on his skin with the promise of more.

He hates admitting it but he really likes it when you call him your "good boy" or "puppy"

Doesnt know how to explain it, sounds domestic and cute to him and it always gets him bricked up.

If you tease him by rubbing the tip of your finger on his dicks head, he swears he's going to cum from the mere attention.

König

Always has known he had a breeding kink but he didn't know in what way.

He never allowed himself to submit to his partners because they just assumed he would be the dominant one in the relationship. With you though, it was a very different story.

You took such nice care of him. The way you made sure to check in with him while your hand slowly stroked him had him wanting to confess to any and all he wanted you to do to him.

He thought he would hate it when you told him you were going to breed him, but he found it so much more of a turn-on.

He came right on your hand after he processed what you said.

Likes it when you tease him with his own mask. Something about you wearing his mask while you fuck him stupid makes him even more horny.

He likes the feeling of your cum dripping out of him. Makes him feel dirty and good about being used.

Nikolia

He has a breeding kink and is not ashamed of it.

You indulging him is what made him fall more in love with you.

Loves using toys, and enjoys teasing and being edged.

You can have him panting and pleading in no time as he doesn't care to save face and act like he doesn't enjoy what you're doing to him.

Loves it when you fixate on his chest and nipples.

Begs you to please dig your nails into his legs as he likes the feeling. Makes him feel like your keeping him in place and not going to let him go.

Very hairy man and he likes that you like it too.

He has a thing for the reversal of roles.

Something about his much larger, hairier frame compared to yours is just exilirating to him.

Has a humiliation kink.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

hello!!! <3 regarding the last raverne=crowley post, i wanted to say that i never really understood the lilia and voice-related contradictions...

like, raverne has long been considered dead, even by lilia, though he is technically "missing in action". lilia is not looking for him or his body anymore and has probably long come to terms with the fact that his friends are dead-dead, so would he really immediately think that a person of similar apperance and/or character is raverne? like, bro doesnt even mention how raverne's not present at the ceremony at the end of book 7 💀 not to mention that it's been centuries since the human-fae war and many things about crowley-raverne's appearence/demeanor/ect could've changed and about the voices not matching - i always thought lilia said they sounded familiar because they both have masculine voices??? its a weird comment anyway. its not like malleus sound like his mother, so they do have similar inflexions i think? anyway, discussing this theory must be tiring lol. as you said, there's much more speculation than real material to work with. we just have to wait and see i hope i didnt come off as mean or contrarian bc im was in no way trying to change your opinion lol!!! have a good day <3

[Referencing this post!]

No worries, thank you for sharing your thoughts. I can definitely clarify my points from the previous post!

Even if Lilia had long considered Raverne dead and was no longer actively looking for him, surely Lilia would still comment at some point about how the headmaster seems familiar to him somehow??? Or that he at least reminds him of Raverne?? After all, he still very clearly has fond memories of his Raverne in his mind. Lilia doesn’t have to automatically clock Crowley as one and the same as his old friend, but he would at least express similarities—which he hasn’t a single time yet.

Raverne not being in the book 7 dance party also does not make sense to me. For example, if both Silver Owls and nocturnal fae are present and acting pleasant in Castle Wildrose, then these memories would have to be from an era of peace or negotiations between the two. And like??? Would you trust Maleanor to handle these interactions on her own…? Why isn’t her diplomat and husband that she relies on also present for this important meeting? Is Lilia just… able to summon two memories from different points in time (one where Maleanor was happy in the castle, one where the Silver Owls have taken over) and splice them up to merge into one?? It feels like Twst intentionally had Lilia not comment on Raverne’s absence—even though this would be a glaring detail—because Raverne might have relevance in book 8 or because the writers forgot about it or didn’t want to distract from the current scene. (On another note, I feel like that dance party took many creative liberties with how Lilia’s UM worked just to have a happy ending in which Malleus and Silver could make peace with their parents.)

The only way I can reason why Lilia wouldn’t recognize or view Crowley as familiar is if the mask was magically enchanted with illusion magic. But then this means Crowley/Raverne doesn’t have amnesia and knowingly ran away from his country + family and frequently forgets his own son (because how could he mistake Malleus’s face for anyone but his wife’s). This doesn’t pain him in the best light and only creates more plot holes to explain.

I do think it’s possible that Raverne could have drastically changed in the hundreds of years that he has been gone, but I think to assume he has is perhaps a jump. Unlike Lilia, who started off narrow-minded and disliked children but whose demeanor changed a lot after taking up the mantle of childrearing and his travels, Raverne is already pretty worldly (on account of being a diplomat) and open-minded. He may still learn things, sure! But I don’t think we’d see the same huge changes in Raverne that we see in Lilia. Fae also age different than humans, so I don’t think there would be a significant change in his appearance. Lilia didn’t have a significant change either—his hair’s just cut short and the streaks are a different color.

In 7-99, Lilia makes this remark: “That voice… Raverne? How are you back…? No, wait. You have Maleanor’s horns…”

I don’t think it makes sense for Lilia to mistake Malleus’s voice as Raverne’s just because they’re both “masculine”. If this were the case, why doesn’t Lilia mistake the “masculine” voices of the other people he is constantly around (Baur, his other nocturnal fae soldiers, the Silver Owls, etc.) as being Raverne’s voice?? There must therefore be qualities about Malleus’s voice in particular that call Raverne to mind.

Of course Malleus does not sound like his mother. Lilia doesn’t make such a comment; he states that Malleus is similar to his mother in appearance, but that Malleus also sounds like Raverne.

Now, whether Malleus and Crowley’s voices sound similar is completely subjective. However, I personally don’t think they sound alike at all, not even when Crowley uses his deeper “serious” tone of voice. Comparing the two, Malleus is notably a LOT deeper overall (I’d definitely call him a bass) whereas Crowley is leaning towards a tenor. I also find their inflections to be very different. Crowley has a tendency to pause or to let his words trill up and down, whereas Malleus’s words generally flow much smoother. Again though, this is subjective and there could be different interpretations from ear to ear.

There’s a variety of different spins on the Crowley = Raverne theory, with some having amnesia and others having Crowley being aware but intentionally hiding his identity for some purpose. But no matter which spin I come across, I always inevitably arrive with pretty big contradictions the theory doesn’t entirely explain. Like I said before, it’s a funny idea to entertain (Crowley + Raverne theorists picking through canon for clues with a fine-toothed comb), but I’m not seriously sold on it.

Let’s see if book 8 enlightens us…?

[the-s1lly-corner]

Reader dying in front of them (crp edition 1/?)

I don't want to be silly anymore. I want to be EVIL! Also I've been on a bit of an angst kick lately so uuuuuuuuuh yeah... i make no promises that the other parts will come directly/quickly after this UHUHUHUH usually i try to group multi part stuff together but atp im kinda just trying to slowly work though my writers block so i have. no idea how posts are going to look for a while

Characters: slender, splendor, masky, hoodie, ticci toby

Notes: reader was gn, scenarios range from vague to specific, not s good time, written in a random burst of energy because eeeerm admin is going through one of his hella sleepy patches, reader is a proxy in masky/hoodie/tobys parts, its up in the air whether or not the reader is in on the whole crp thing w/ slender and splendor

CWs: wounds and death, canon typical violence, mercy killing

SLENDERMAN

youre caught in between him and someone rushing to attack him- usually he would be able to pull you out of the way but for one reason or another he wasnt fast enough. for the first time in... god knows how long... someone caught him off guard

and you have to pay for it. the pain is too much for you, blurring your vision. you just know that in an instant the attacker is dead and torn apart on the ground and slenderman is hovering over your body as your life quickly seeps out onto the forest floor together

he doesnt pick you up or hold you- he knows better than that, the act would likely makes things worse. youre already going to die as is, theres no way he can stop the bleeding fast enough... the most hes going to do is grace his tentacles along your face in an attempt to brush away the blood and tears. youre buried somewhere in the forest, near a patch of flowers

SPLENDORMAN

hes distraught, but he doesnt let that stop him from trying to control the situation and prevent it from getting worse. whether it be someone running around with a weapon or a horrible accident thats left you broken on the ground

he wants to hold you- he wants to save you, but youre falling apart right in front of him and hes powerless to stop it. the only thing he can do is try to comfort you as your life comes to an end. he holds you in his arms; his hands absentmindedly try to apply pressure to your wounds... he tears his hands away when you react with pain. theres so many apologies falling from his mouth that it may outpace your blood loss

more than anything hes going to blame himself. he prides himself on being a good guy, someone who can help and overall be a positive impact for people. he takes the loss.... so hard... he will eventually return to his old self... or at least as close to it as he can get given the tragedy- but for a long time hes going to be wearing a mask

MASKY

youre both chasing down people who have gone too deep into the woods. its the middle of the night, and... its too dark for you to see one of them rushing you from the side. the attack on you only lasts for what feels like a few seconds, but the damage done is enough to leave you heaped on the ground

masky doesnt carry first aid with him, and youre both too far off from any help. but thats not going to stop him crushing the skull of whoever stabbed you- followed by picking you up and taking you (a mix of him carrying you and dragging you) some place where you can rest while he comes up with a plan

it... sounds heartless given that hes still at least partially focused on the other targets running around in the night... but its more of a mechanism for himself to keep his mind forward in the face of your condition. he... leaves you to rest and comes back to your corpse

HOODIE

he wasnt there when you were initially injured, but he finds your slumped over form against a tree somewhere in the woods. your head hung forward against your chest, as if you were unconscious but as he gets closer he finds out youre still awake... but if you were fully aware... there was no real way for him to tell

hes seen enough people with bashed in heads to know that youre not going to last, and that there realistically isnt anything he can do. hes as hard to read as ever, if you can still decipher whats happening around you you cant make out how hes feeling

theres nothing he can do to help you, youre likely to be dead by the time he manages to find a way to treat your wounds. so he does the only thing he can think of. he finishes the job, cutting your suffering short for your own sake. its not a decision he makes lightly

TICCI TOBY

when he finds you being overpowered by one of the people you guys were running down in the forest he is livid- panicked but angry beyond belief. he throws one of his hatchets as hes bolting towards the scene and uses the other to finish the job

hes easily one of the more outwardly emotional and gutted ones, and his own state may make things worse for you. hes trying to coax you to keep your eyes open- please respond to his questions, you dont even have to answer them correctly.. just keep talking so he knows youre still here while he tries to rake his brain for anyway to save you

he begins shaking you- lightly at first, before eventually nearly thrashing you- when you stop talking. youre gone, and hes going to live with that for the rest of his life. he... will always think about what could have happened if he stuck with you or came to your aid faster. your loss leaves him more irritable than before and more likely to lash out

[thepepsislvt]

Also, do you write for Kid or Killer…………? Is so PLEASE SOMETHING ANYTHING I BEG, EVEN JUST HCS FOR EITHER OR A POLY

-🌷 the Eustass and Killer (and barto ofc) obsessed Tulip

I ENJOY THEM SO MUCH AND I THINK ABOUT THEM SO CONSTANTLY YOU ASK I PROVIDE ❤️

nobody will understand how much i miss the pre time skip killer fit like he looks good in post timeskip but GOD.

Warnings: Cursing, kid being a dick

dating both Kid and Killer there will never be a dull moment

Kid is loud and rowdy and Killer is quiet

you and Kid bicker and poke fun at each other like you’ve known each other your whole life

When you and Eustass are at each other's throats it's Killer who comes and steps in to break the fight

Acts like a mom and is like “I don't care who started it I'm going to finish it”

Because you're too damn stubborn and Kid has such a thick skull Killer has to separate you more than not

Kid may not seem like he cares but he does

he shows it awfully though

he pull up to your bedroom door at an ungodly time of night before going to bed himself

he barges in and bangs on the open door just to wake you up

after your initial reaction which was to grab a weapon and hide under your bed you finally realize its just him

you crawl out and give him a nasty glare

“What is it Eustass? cant it wait until morning?”

“i made this for you asshole”

he gives you a new bracelet or necklace he made himself before leaving without another word

he leaves your door open just to annoy you

you slam the door before returning to bed

the noise from the door being slammed woke Killer awake and he knows exactly what happened

when you all wakeup you get an earful from Killer about being quiet at night because the crew needs to sleep in order to function properly

Killer is almost the exact opposite from Kid

any fights you have with him he will resolve in a normal, calm manner

he lets you sit in the kitchen with him while he cooks

you can talk his ear off and he wont butt in or interrupt you

he does get his piece in when you pause for a moment

most nights he cuddles with you since Kid stays awake pretty late

and if you do stay up late like Kid, Killer will sleep on whatever furniture available and just hold you in his lap

Killer is insecure about his laugh and face so when you first started dating he would only let you kiss his hands or mask

but slowly he warms up to the idea of you seeing his face and every now and again he moves his mask up his face more when you want to give him a kiss

when he does eventually remove his entire mask you cover his entire face in kisses and tell him hes perfect to you even if he doesnt think so

Killer loves it when you play or brush his hair

you help him style it and always puts it into a ponytail for him when hes cooking

Kid lets you kiss him only if you can reach his face

he will make you climb on furniture and jump around just to do so

when hes done making you work so hard he squats down only to tease you even more

“can you reach now, Tiny?”

“well now youre not getting a kiss for that”

“WHAT!? NO THATS NOT FAIR! I WANT A KISS AND I WANT IT NOW”

“Im not giving it to you for that!”

“GIVE ME IT NOW I DESERVE IT”

hes so demanding

when Killer sees Kid giving you shit for being shorter than him Killer will push the back of Kid’s head down so you can reach him

You kiss Kid’s cheek and then go hug the blonde while Kid complains that having Killer help is cheating

on nights where Kid is just worn out and actually decides to go to bed when you and Killer do its an amazing cuddle session

Killer has to separate sleep in the middle which he doesnt mind but only does this because you and Kid will Bicker about anything and everything

“STOP laying on me you big red asshole”

“well youre cutting off my oxygen when you lay on my chest” (you dont he just wants to have the last word)

“God you act like you cant bench triple my weight”

“you two fight like children just shut up and go to sleep” Killer had to physically move either one of you to the other side of him just so the poor guy can sleep

there are some nights you and Kid can sleep next to each other without fighting but you two are always up till 4 in the morning giggling and laughing about the most random ass things

“okay would you rather spend 24 hours in an abandoned mall with 10 cobras or 1 gorilla but you cant use your metal arm or devil fruit”

“Well obviously the gorilla because i feel like i could fight it without those”

“i didnt know youre that dumb”

“oh really what would you pick?”

“the snakes obviously”

“you dont know where they are though! one could drop from the ceiling and theyre harder to hurt! at least you can see the gorilla”

“Snakes are more afraid of you than you are of them if you leave them alone you will be fine”

“But if they bite you youre done for”

“Youre done for if you try and fight a gorilla!”

“i personally think i would intimidate it”

“Kid you cannot intimidate a gorilla, you would be better off with the snakes like they said now shut up”

you and kid do shut up for exactly 4 minutes and 56 seconds then start yapping again

Killer and Kid are the best boyfriends that anyone could ask for

[vyoleya]

hey!!!! guess its time for more complicated time travel au !!! offically called the 'walking moons au' !!! heres a few doodles

here are all other parts 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 annd heres a huge ramble under the cut!!

OKAY. it's time to address what happened post-time skip, and why my au is called walking moons!! sora, using the reversal blade, ended up in the first year of the merge. she was able to make a secret hideout in the crossroads. and she tried her best to not intervene with anything, believing that as long as she interrupted the blood moon ritual / stopped arin from ever turning to ras, then lloyd would survive. and, worst case scenario (if arin rejoined ras) then she'd have to kill arin herself. it wasn't a great plan, but it was the best thing she could come up with. but despite trying to stay undercover, she still needed to survive, and so, using her mask, she'd go out at night to get food, water, supplies, and materials to work on inventions (mostly to keep herself occupied. she ended up remaking the photac in order to have a version of jordana with her, since they were dating before sora had to leave her behind in order to time travel back, hence the drawing) she ran into a handful of fights and scraps during her time in the crossroads, and thus she was turned into a crossroads myth called 'the walking moon' because of her mask + powers! so the legend went smth along the lines of; "be careful when out at night, because in the hidden alleys of the crossroads, the walking moon is out stalking, with powers from the moons to control the buildings themselves.. if you see a figure with a hooded cloak and a masked face in the corner of your eye, only to disappear upon second glance, be wary, for you may have seen the walking moon, waiting to rejoin the stars in the sky." (yes i made most of that up just now. dont worry abt it) this is really fun for mulitple reasons, and also where it gets very confusing. because past arin and sora (who i'll call p!arin and p!sora) grew up hearing those myths in the crossroads, and 'swore they saw the walking moon once' (though, eventually it just became a running joke in the crossroads. like, "got lost? maybe the walking moon changed the path to the grocery store overnight!") (sora tried her best to not get involved or mess up the timeline, but she has pulled several pranks on kreel when especially bored)

MEANWHILE. Z had to witness the end of the world in that alternate timeline. he watched all the stars in the sky abruptly vanish, and was stuck in the nothing space for an.. undisclosed amount of time (because did time really even exist there) forced to survive thanks to Life, before Life was able to Kickstart A New Universe thanks to the source dragon energy + oni and dragon blood. Z watched the universe be recreated before him, and then was forced straight into the bloodmoon. still struggling with guilt and all that nonsense, Z tried his best to do everything to prevent lloyd's death without having to confront lloyd himself. this... did not work. eventually he started just straight up running into wolf warrior camps in an attempt to thwart ras's plans, also to no success. until finally, he gave up and went to talk to past lloyd. lloyd, has been Freaking Out. not only is kai gone, but with him, his visions have abruptly left too. and in this timeline, his visions were getting more and more violent, showing him the end of the world, his students getting injured, these two mysterious people with moon masks---and then, poof! no more visions! no more conduit energy!! gone!! and thats Totally Not Worrying At All! (though, he still keeps an uncanny vibe of whenever important things are happening. kind of like spidey sense) so when Z shows up, lloyd's alarms instantly start going off. Z uses a voice filter to disguise himself, and tries his best to Not seem like a traumatized 16yo, but it doesnt help much. Z's vibes are REALLY weird, because not only is he shattered, but also carrying a ton of elemental AND source dragon energy (and the elemental powers are of LLOYDS OWN ELEMENT). but he just talks like a LOSER??? lloyd, internally; oh my fsm. i dont know who this guy is, but ive seen him in my visions, and i can feel the energy off of him. i dont know if he's another conduit, or a being sent from the source dragons themselves, but he's somehow related to the end of the world. this guy is someone more powerful than me, someone who has, no doubt, seen more things than i ever will---and i need him on my side, otherwise we'll be facing a villain with powers so incomprehensible that we stand no chance. Z: hey yo my guy haha. i hope you dont mind but uh. um. i want to . um. stop the world from. uh. ending. and. um. all that jazz. i think i need your help. if thats okay. of course if its not, then thats fine too. i just, um... sorry ill just go actually this was a terrible idea lloyd, interally; oh god he's a traumatized teenager fuckkk

but of course lloyd also feels a since of familiarity with Z, considering the whole.. other timeline version of arin stuff. . . its.. really hard for Z to tell lloyd anything, and so he continues going by "Z" and hiding all parts of his identity, including the fact that he's immortal. he ends up eventually getting introduced to all the past ninja, and tries his best to pretend that he doesn't know that they're all gonna die if he fails. he keeps putting off telling the ninja anything, by continuing to say "it will all make sense in time!!" "sorry but its dangerous for me to say anything right now" "its REALLY important that you dont know anything. obliviousness is key!!!" this, of course, makes the other ninja suspicious, but because of his general pathetic vibes, the ninja take pity on him and are mostly concerned. Z has a habit of disappearing for days on end, showing up randomly, and just being generally weird, so the ninja get used to his vague answers + nature very quickly. (they also dont say anything if he avoids p!arin, p!sora, and lloyd at all costs.) (p!arin + p!sora joke about Z actually being the walking moon---because, how hilarious would that be!!!! if the walking moon was an actual guy and not just a crossroads myth!!! wouldnt that be so funny!!!) but word eventually gets around that, hey, theres a new guy running around with the ninjas who wears a weird moon mask. word gets around to sora, who... isn't very happy by that news. because why, out of all people that could've survived with her, did it have to be him? thats all for today, because DRS3 is running around in my brain and i kinda wanna write about it... but.. yeah!!! hope you enjoy this fun update thingy

[cringe6fail6star6]

i love you even if youre real now/i loved you when you werent: 3 chapter

Argh...my heart... its beating....BY POPULAR DEMAND PART 3!!!!

Man im running out of ideas already bc dont remember the full lore properly, so i might do some reader insert memes bc...look at my blog... its all shitpost that spoils everything. But id love to hear yall ideasss!!!! My inbox/tags/comments always open :>

reader x xavier(theres not as much xavier); reader & mc

reader isnt mc; reader is mc's roomate; mention of violence; mc being a badass; mc has a name(vi); mc is poli; sylus being edgelord; twins being dismissive; mephisto is the best bird; technically self-aware au; Ignore mistakes n misspelings

You-your-y/n-dad cat

[>Enjoy reading!<]

-Next time you suggest working together, im taking up Xavie on a missions. - you exhale into the mask.

-Its not my fault i didnt know it'll work so well!! - she whisper screams at you. The car rides over a bump and before the driver can look behind him to check if you two are awake. You close your eyes.

The drive is really bumpy, but luckily, eventually, comes to a stop. Both of you are pulled out of the car. You fall to your knees with no issues, before catching Vi from falling face down. She looks around with dazed eyes, seems like the sedative was working better on protaganist than you.

Your mind mentally skips through Sylus introduction. Even if the body of a random criminl explodes right above you, no blood falls down on you two. Sylus looks between you and Vi and you feel yourself drowning in exhaustion. Collapsing.

-We can just swirl a hole in the back of their heads and...- You hear one of those bastard talking over your head.

You blink slowly, its dark and a lamp is staring right at you with two masked people watching you back. You rub your eyes before Vi jumps up in awareness. You lazily look at her and listen to her banter with the twins.

The only way you have any idea of their diffrences is that: the older one is sillier. And thats it. And even then youre not sure.

-You brought someone with you. That surprised boss, not me though. But it just means sneak attack will be more successful! - biting gesture with their fingers at your direction is... cute. Unimpressive. But cute.

-Lets go. - You nudge Vi but she argues with twins a bit more before you drag her by her forearm to keep everyone safe.

-Yeah, listen to dada cat! - they snicker before you throw a random pillow at them, which they dodge, and you pull Vi up with you.

-Behave, you two. - you wave them away dissmissivily.

Then comes the test. You are supended in a red cage flying right behind the motorcycle with Sylus and MC. Energy evols are OP and weird and you hate it. Be happy n109 zone doesnt have as much bugs than Linkon, brat, this place is horrible as is. Think about rainbows or something, i dont know! Im just a narrator!

-She... Its not working because she hates you, sir. - Scientist utters and you see the betrayal in the bosses eyes. - She might be disgusted with you on the inside.

You see Sylus' expression sour as he looks away from Vi, you recognize that look. He wasnt your main but he is a threat so this pained glance at the floor does catch your attention. But then he glares at YOU.

-What about this one? - he points your way with his head and doctor beckons you to let him scan you.

Unsurprisingly your evol barely meets A rank, but doesnt say what your evol is. At least you make it say: "Illusions". Its best kept that way.

-Huh. These are pretty rare, but theres not much use for it. - scientist says before waving Sylus back to attention. - This one doesnt have the shard. - you audibly exhale, thank god you arent important to the story.

-...Fine. - this brat cant be for real. - open the cages, ill see how actually good these two are.

The wanderer appears, Vi isnt struggling, but Sylus gets punched in a face emough times for you to CONSIDER healing him. But you dont. Vi is more important in your eyes. Because she is. The safe barrier you create around you three holds up pretty good, giving time for Sylus and Vi to agree on a final blow.

Which, by the way, sorry for forgetting to mention buuuut...The finishing moves Vi throws on those wanderers, unprompted, the ultimate attacks - are so pretty to watch from the side. And dont take up 2 minutes out of a counter, THAT DOESNT EXIST HERE!!!!

Anyway, back to the running back to Linkon. You fail.

Well, you dont, Vi does. She stays in n109 zone bc shes literally linked to Sylus by wrists. You tell her,

-Ill tell Jenna to get you out. - you two hold each others shoulder, staring at each other in what normal people would call awkward manner.

-Dont worry, ill be fiiine.-hunter drawls out. Grinning from ear to ear.-Its just some mafia boss. He will die before i do!

-Vi thats not funny. - you eye Sylus from the corner of your eye. - thats serious situation, im sfill baffled hea letting me go.

-Oh you dont need to worry about me. - Shes smiling in a fake manner but you let her go to the auction.

Worried? Yes. But you knew it'll be fiiine. Still worried though. Which... is deserved. Sylus is right there. Be he on our side or not. You wont tell her that.

By the time the curse of the night sky is over and Linkon blinds you, you start filling formal complaint that Vi and you werent qualified for this mission to begin with. Swearing at anyone who was near, Tara not included she said she was worrued we died, Xavier doesnt count either bc again fictional work crush.

You request that when Vi returns, you go on vacation. Where? Same place Zayne is going of course! Theres pretty nice resort and all. Vi deserves a proper vacation, and Creamy robot fox is great support instead of a Busted Balls.

It seems our worried attitude does get attention you wanted. Rumors start spreading about onychinus even in the UNICORNS. You dont have a plan or an explanation why you wanted there to be rumors yet.

bad side to rumors. Xavier might get them. And he did. Ouch your sleep schedule even more. Trying ro catch a few free hours of snooze on your weekends just for fire department to tell that the building might be on fire so they need to check. But when youre on the first floor and take a step outside you see the culprit.

-Shes fine. She'll return soon, stop trying ro cook her something! - its second fire alarm that Xavier has triggered in last days. - Fire department will gonna put us on a black list if you keep doing this!

-Im sorry. - he holds his hands in front of him, holding them tightly while looking on the ground. Cooking together is a good idea, you say yourself, it'll be good way to spend time together, you convince yourself.

-Vi is in danger and i cant do anything. - you blaME YOURSELF??? HELLO???? You rub your eyelids, sighing. - Where did you even found this recipe that it required an hour in the oven?

-it didnt, i just forgot and took a nap.-the guy, the legend, laughs awkwardly and holds the back of his neck with apologetic look in his eyes.

-Xavie, as a friend of Vi, please go get pills for nercolepsy or i swear to god. - You think for a moment for a proper threat that isnt one. You grab deepspace hunters shoulder, staring him dead in the eyes and use the most casual tone you have.- Im slashing your tires.

-I dont have a car.

-Im breaking your windows. - you dont miss a beat.

-Dont do that. - hes not pulling your hand off his shoulder and now you feel weird for being around him. Youre not overstepping any of his boundaries that you know of, but it is overstepping yours.

-I should call Tara so she helps us cook something up.-You look in your phone- I think i might still have some eggs. - you see people start to slowly return back in the building. Nice. Finally.

-Why not cook together? Just us.

-Because that would be weird? For normal people?

-Oh so we arent people now? What are we?alien bunbuns? - he puts his hands over his head like bunny ears and you mentally collapsed from this unexpected attack.

-a....-That... cuteness aggression is about to kill you. Oh wow the sky is so bright and vast and not suspiciously shaped like an alien that walked through a chronorift 13 years ago. -Id love to be a vampire instead not gonna lie.

-Why?

-So i can feed off of you constantly. - your hand hits the wall really hard and now you fumbled again. Watch what youre saying kids or your knuckles will be busted just like the crow outside your window. - i think i broke my hand. - you say from crouched position whilw holding your hand under your chin.

Anyway, Xaviers house is REALLY bright. His bathroom is really clean. And bandages hes putting on your bleeding knuckles just happen to make this feel real for you to speak up. Xaviers hands are so soft and bandages tug so painfully, hes so careful and so nice for not mentioning your vampire comment from a few minutes ago.

He does live on a pretty high floor...BRO DO NOT JUMP OFF THE BUILDING