#lovebird mauve

[cecilnunez]

The Fischer's Lovebird (Agapornis personata) is a small parrot native to Tanzania and Kenya. It is one of the nine species of lovebirds, and is known for its bright colors and playful personality. The Fischer's Lovebird is a popular pet, and is often kept in aviaries. It is a social bird, and enjoys interacting with its owners. It is an active bird, and loves to explore its surroundings. The Fischer's Lovebird is a hardy bird, and can live up to 10 years with proper care.

[professionallydeadinside]

FANCHILDREN TIME!!! Here are all my silly little kids and also their horribly drawn puppet counterparts XD 

[herosplatling-replica]

Rhythm Doctor Fic Recommendations (Part Two!)

hi there! it's been quite a while since part one of what is essentially becoming a series of uplifting writers in the rhythm doctor community, and we're now as i'm writing this at a whole 78 fics!!!!

it's been amazing seeing this fanbase grow, and especially fun reading through what everyone writes. so here i am once again, giving you the scoop on some of the best fics i've read! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

please go give the writers some love and leave some comments on their work, especially the incomplete ones!!! read below the cut for your reccs!!

for real though comment on these. they're all so good

Moments of Reprieve by @emphasis-on-the-oopsie/SnowyShipsLogicality: (Rated G, Paian-centric, 4+1 fic and domestic fluff, 2,758 Words; Completed)

4 times Ada kissed Ian (+2 times he kissed her)

morning laps for lovebirds by Tigroou: (Rated G, Miner Scales-centric, fluff & slice of life, 1,623 Words; Completed)

Lucky liked to run laps with the hospital team. Except today.

Smoke Signals by @sirwow: (Rated T, Cocole-centric, RD Connections Converged, 3,089 Words; Completed)

A Prelude story- Cole and Nicole's first meeting, the totally normal way Cole got here.

like real people do by @midnight--ink/magic-at-midnight: (Rated G, Paian-centric, fluff & first kiss, 2,367 Words; Completed)

Eight years was a long time to get to know someone, and he had spent those years memorizing all of Ada's traits and quirks and idiosyncrasies. He knew how much milk and sugar she liked in her coffee, the way she snorted when she laughed, which movies always made her cry. He knew all of her worst insecurities and how she covered them up with a smile. He knew how, whenever possible, she would take a few extra minutes to chat with the patients or reassure their nervous loved ones before an operation. So he watched her quietly, and he swallowed down the words that had been tangled in the back of his throat since their college days: I'm in love with you.

The Masque of the Mauve Death by @lolatulips/FieldofRoses2992: (Rated T, Intern OC, RD Possession AU, 8,912 Words; Completed)

A plague of Possession has hit Middlesea Hospital, afflicting its patients and doctors with a never before seen set of perils to traverse though and undo. Uuuunfortunately, one of the Hospital's main hopes for some return to normalcy is the newest Intern, Marie Sanglante, who would much prefer to just kick up her feet and watch the madness unfold as comfortably as she can while Ian and Ada manage with the worst of the work. (Or, well, mostly Ian) After all, what's a little plague to someone with control over space and time like her? It's not like she can be affected by it anyways, right?

mandarin peels on abandoned paperwork by @angelictactics/@herosplatling-replica: (Rated T, Paian-centric, RD Possession AU, Confession of Love, 2,590 Words; Completed)

things you said when you thought i was asleep (RD Possession AU by @possessable on tumblr!)

Helping Hand (Tumblr Mirror) by @hear-that-music-in-the-air: (Rated G, Ada & Ian focused, 1,566 Words; Completed)

After seeing Ada struggle with the rhythm treatments and get reprimanded by Edega, Ian comes up with a way to help her out.

prestissimo by @angelictactics/@herosplatling-replica: (Rated G, Intern OC, depiction of an anxiety attack, 3,357 Words; Incomplete as of 4/5/24)

(musical notation and terminology) extremely quickly; as fast as possible The Internbot™ is taken on a test run.

Conversations Behind Closed Doors by @hear-that-music-in-the-air: (Rated G, Ian POV, Ada & Ian and Edega & Ian focused, 1,661 Words; Complete)

Displeased with Ian's lack of progress on the rhythm defibrillator project, Edega calls him into his office, and presents him with an ultimatum.

Aerophobia by @i-want-to-do-things/Amiiiiiiiii: (Rated G, Paian-centric, Fear of Flying, Fluff & Slice of Life, 848 Words; Complete)

Ian is the kind of guy to be terrified of flying on a plane

eisoptrophobia by Tigroou: (Rated G, Miner Scales-centric, Slice of Life, Introspection of Body Image, 1,948 Words; Complete)

“I just noticed,” Miner finally said, “that you don’t look at yourself in the mirror.”

A Gift From the Heart by @angelictactics/@herosplatling-replica: (Rated T, Polyrhythmcule-centric and Cocole Loghailucia & Miner Scales featured, Valentine's Day Fluff, Slice of Life, 8,226 Words; Complete)

Valentine's Day (noun) Definition: Holiday observed on February 14 (Wednesday) to celebrate love and friendship

Last Cup of Coffee by ReneeDokobora2042/@rendekobora: (Rated G, Cocole-centric, Fluff, 2,689 Words; Complete)

Nicole gets informed that she can be discharged, and she doesn’t wanna break the news to anyone… especially Cole.

helping hands by Tigroou: (Rated G, Lucky-centric, Slice of Life, 3,406 Words; Complete)

[“I’m just asking,” Ada said carefully, “but have you thought about speaking to a therapist?” The silence that answered her was more deafening than any roar he could have uttered in her ear. “You want me to talk to a shrink?” Lucky said incredulously, making her wince.] or, one night leads to an important conversation.

Middlesea Slices by Pokemod123/@pokeart123: (Rated G, Intern OC, Slice of Life, Episodic, 4,762 Words; Incomplete as of 4/5/24)

Every day at Middlesea Hospital is uniquely chaotic. Join Mal Prachett, the Rhythm Doctor Program Intern, as they try their best to navigate work, friendship, and the malleable nature of space-time itself. This will mostly be episodic slice of life content. Anything that veers from that will be clarified in the pre-chapter notes. Because each chapter is a oneshot, content warnings will be placed in the notes as well.

Reality Bending Beat by @i-want-to-do-things/Amiiiiiiiii: (Rated G, Intern OC, Slice of Life & Mystery, 1,131 Words; Incomplete as of 4/5/24)

There seems to be a new intern in the hospital! They seem to be a bit odd, dont they?

In Dreams by @hear-that-music-in-the-air: (Rated G, Ada & Ian focused, depiction of nightmares, 2,143 Words; Complete)

About a week after Ian's "talk" with Edega, and a number of sleepless hours attempting to continue his work on the rhythm defibrillator, the nightmares begin. Ada starts to worry. Sequel to "Conversations Behind Closed Doors"!

A Hollow Voice by @lolatulips/FieldofRoses2992: (Rated T, Intern OC, Robot AU, robot gore and death, 3,669 Words; Complete)

A robot Marie stumbles upon a broken and dying android in the middle of a drizzle and decides to do whatever she can to help, despite everything telling her it would be worthless to do so.

Wet Socks by @hear-that-music-in-the-air: (Rated G, Ada & Ian focused, for Week of Spring on RDL!, 1,914 Words; Complete)

Ian is not a fan of hiking, or anything generally outdoorsy. Unfortunately for him, Ada is very persuasive.

Blossoming romance outside of fitness room by @granat-sof/GranatSof: (Rated G, Miner Scales-centric, Fluff, Romance, & Slice of Life, 7,679 Words; Incomplete as of 4/5/24)

An assortment of various fluffy stories about Lucky and Miner having a life together after leaving the hospital. A continuation of a comic made about them. A LOT of headcannons and toothrottingly sweet romantical crap included.

Cough Syrup by @angelictactics/@herosplatling-replica: (Rated G, Polyrhythmcule-centric, Slice of Life, Sickfic, Domestic Fluff, 5,787 Words; Complete)

Ada wakes up with what sure as hell feels like the flu.

Connections Converged by @sirwow: (Rated T, featuring Miner Scales, Cocole & Loghail, RD Connections Converged, 7,773 Words; Incomplete as of 4/5/24)

A post act 5 story continuation, exploring new shenanigans, the lonesome characters, and ever growing tension across the hospital as everyone gets closer or further.

okay thats all my recent fic recs good night everybirdy im disintegrating as we speak xoxo 🥰

[dobodleaday]

07.30.23 Time for my biannual drawing of these two lovebirds- Mauve and Eugene

[roseate-felidae]

List of my pets- as of 17/6/24

Current - 5

Dutch doe, Netherland dwarf doe, 2 Mini rex does, and a cat molly.

Total list. (35, 65 if include babies)

2 hamsters

1 goldfish

7 Guinea pigs

7 budgerigars (16 if count chicks)

2 Fischer's lovebirds

14 rabbits (34 if count kits)

2 cats

Names and types (in order of when owned)- babies not counted. Italic if unsure of place in timeline.

Misty. Dark eared white Syrian Hamster Sow (died)

Holly. Red eyed white mixbreed rabbit doe (given away, parents decision)

Clover. Chinchilla cross rabbit doe (given away as phantom pregnancy and parents decision)

*forgot name*. Shebunkin goldfish (put in friends pond)

Charmaine. Curly (rex?) Tort Guinea pig sow (died of unknown cause, genetic?)

Cookie. Tri (yellow, black, white) Peruvian guinea pig sow (died aged 7)

Bailey. Cobalt budgerigar cock (died of fright from trapped tail).

Arlo. Harlequin dwarf/lop cross buck ( sold, dad made me, chewed hutch too bad)

Sorbet. Yellow face pied opaline mauve budgerigar hen (sold as pair, was pining for sisters male)

Lily. Yellow faced 2 opaline pied SF spangle cobalt budgerigar hen (gave to grandad with snow, due to asthma)

Snow. Spangle cobalt carrying opaline budgerigar cock (gave to grandad with lily, due to asthma)

Ki Lime. Fischer's lovebird. (Sold, asthma and noise bad for asd)

Mango. dilute Fischer's lovebird. (Sold due to asthma and noise bad for asd)

Snowy. Full body greywing pied cobalt budgerigar hen (gave to grandad, due to asthma) (baby from Lily and snow)

Hairoo. Marten smoke pearl Netherland dwarf doe (died of RHD2)

Jellybean. Cobalt exhibition budgerigar hen. (Died due to seizures, paired to kiwi)

Kiwi. Greygreen exhibition budgerigar cock. (Died, unknown cause. Paired to jellybean)

Jellybean. Mostly white chinchilla? Guinea pig sow (sold with Coco, make room for Caramel). (Had same name as Budgie)

Mimi. Ermine Standard Rex rabbit doe. (Sold for space for Jack, major regret T-T)

Jack. Black self Netherland dwarf buck (died of RHD2)

Crumble. Russian dwarf Hamster Boar (sold due to asthma)

Coco. Satin English crested golden agouti guinea pig sow. (Sold with jellybean, make room for Caramel)

Candy. Red bicolour Abyssinian guinea pig sow . (Sold as forced by petshop to buy two, when only needed one for Jellybean. Trio failed, Bullied badly by jellybean and Coco)

Caramel. Orange Dutch cross rabbit doe. (Died RHD2)

Toffee. Tortoiseshell Teddy guinea pig sow. (Lost in woodland)

Paemon. Tortoiseshell Teddy guinea pig boar. (Sold as was baby boar from Toffee. Toffee was bought young and accidentally pregnant)

Jasmine. Himilayan Netherland dwarf Rabbit doe. (Currently have)

Vibri. Black otter lionhead cross rabbit doe. (Given to aunt, as reminded me of Hairoo's dead kits, Died RHD2)

Amber. Yellow Dutch rabbit doe. (Currently have)

Violet. Black broken Dwarf lop rabbit doe. (Sold as almost chewed out of hutch, wasn't allowed inside)

Juno. Black self mini rex rabbit doe. (Currently have)

Bramble. Tort Tri mini rex rabbit buck. (Sold due to poor behaviour/no Tri breeding)

Pepsi. Self black mini rex rabbit doe. (Currently have)

Kismet. Self black cat queen. (Gave to family friend as kept escaping).

Zoe. Self calico domestic shorthair cat molly. (Currently have).

If I include babies-

9 Budgierigars (Lily x Snow) (sold)

8 Netherland Dwarf rabbit kits (Hairoo x Jack) (3 died DOA, 1 cold and last 4 RHD2)

13 mini rex rabbits (Juno x Oreo) (1 died DOA, 1 kept and 4 sold)

So 30 babies. With adults that is 65.

Mostly did this to remember the order and names of my pets. My mind goes hazy sometimes and needed to check my dates for some..

You can say I like my pets

My favourites are cats

I also love Rabbits and Budgierigars. But my asthma doesn't like birds. So it's rabbits all the way!

What about yours?

@robotslenderman

@mekanikaltrifle

@themarginalthinker

[happi-tree]

periwinkle mauve blush and saffron!

BANY!!!!! *Waves excitedly* hope you're doing well, lovebird!!! 💙💙💙

PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh MAUVE = You are really talented BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better SAFFRON = I love your ideas

AUGH thank youuuuuu 🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭 Assigned sillygoofy by Bany this is so awesome. Also??? One of the most talented fic writers I know calling me talented????????? My ideas are good??? Ssjhvfahkvfhkasvfkahsvfkhvfs 😳 thank you very much uno reverse though everything you make is top tier from concept to execution <3 I'm glad my silly little presence on your dash makes your day a little brighter!!! Blog goal tbh :'D The reverse is true for you, lovebird!

[quotes121sworld]

Heidi Klum and Sofia Vergara arrive on set prior to filming of Season 18 of America's Got Talent #HeidiKlum #SofiaVergara

Heidi Klum wears heart-print pants while Sofia Vergara wears a neon green coat as the judges arrive on set ahead of America's Got Talent filming

By Sharon Mai for Dailymail.Com Published: 18:52 EDT, April 4, 2023 | Updated: 7:17pm EDT, Apr 4, 2023 --> --> --> Heidi Klum and Sofia Vergara looked stunning when they arrived on set Tuesday in Pasadena, California to film America's Got Talent. The 49-year-old supermodel jazzed up monochromatic neutrals with fabric blends, while the Modern Family actress, 50, opted for a pop of color with a neon green trench coat.The former Victoria's Secret angel wore heart-print flared trousers with horizontal cut-outs across the thighs.The Hot Pursuit star, who arrived separately, rocked a bold coat over an otherwise casual outfit that featured denim capris and nude heels. A few days earlier, on April 1, Klum sparked backlash for an awkward pregnancy prank after she posed for a photo with Vergara in a prosthetic baby bump on the set of the reality show.

Stylish couple: Heidi Klum, 49, and Sofia Vergara, 50, looked stunning when they arrived on set to film America's Got Talent in Pasadena, California on TuesdayAhead of her red carpet appearance at the season 18 premiere, Klum kept it casual in a monochromatic outfit.Her neutral-toned outfit consisted of a cropped white camisole and patterned pants, the pockets and necklines of which were lined with rhinestones for an added touch of glamour. She styled a beige cardigan and carried a dazzling rhinestone-encrusted tote bag as she walked.On her feet, she opted for a comfortable gray and white sneaker.To protect her eyes from the sun, she donned oversized sunglasses with a white brow design.She opted for a makeup-free look before getting glam for the red carpet. The Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue vet styled her blonde locks and blunt bangs in a casual straight look. Similarly, the Univision graduate left her brunette locks in a sleek hairstyle.

Chic: The former Victoria's Secret Angel wore heart-print flared pants with horizontal cut-outs across the thighs

Chic: The Hot Pursuit star, who arrived separately, rocked a bold coat over an otherwise casual outfit with denim capri pants and nude heelsVergara was spotted lugging around a bare Christian Dior bag when she arrived in a statement coat and cropped denim shorts.As she walked and posed, the Chasing Papi alum modeled a pair of mauve heeled sandals.The brunette bombshell looked radiant in a coral blush swept across her cheekbones and a deep mauve pout.She also modeled a pair of oversized tortoise shell sunglasses while outside and before entering the building. The only jewelry she was spotted wearing was her massive, sparkling wedding ring on her finger.Vergara has been married to Magic Mike heartthrob Joe Manganiello, 45, since 2015. Last November, the lovebirds celebrated their seventh wedding anniversary with stunning throwbacks to their lavish ceremony.The couple have no children together, but Vergara has a son Manolo Vergara - who was born in 1991.

Jury: The upcoming season of America's Got Talent premieres May 30 on NBC and will be available on Hulu thereafterVergara signed on to be a judge and competed in the 2020 season 15 talent pageant show. Klum, on the other hand, has been a longtime judge since season eight in 2006, but has had a brief two-year hiatus between assignments.At the end of March, production for the upcoming season began and the judging panel began auditions for the 18th season.The upcoming season of America's Got Talent premieres May 30 on NBC and will be available on Hulu thereafter. Share or comment on this article: Read the full article

[the-mainverse]

Morrey: yeah..now The two Lovebirds..

Lheeyn: ..It's ok Mo. *She hugged them*

Mauve: Again, I’m sorry about your situation.

[thebuzzerinfo]

Lovebird Chirping and Call Sounds - Black Mauve Personata Pair

Masked Lovebirds aka Black-masked Lovebirds or Yellow-collared Lovebirds (Agapornis personatus) are small, stocky African parrots that are native to the inland plateaus of northern and central Tanzania in light brushwood and trees.

Social and affectionate, the name comes from the parrots' strong, monogamous pair bonding and the long periods which paired birds spend sitting together. Lovebirds live in small flocks and eat fruit, vegetables, grasses, and seeds.

[tteokdoroki]

countdown | k.bakugou + e.kirishima.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou, eijirou kirishima  x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 6.1K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: college!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: with the new year finally approching, your boyfriends figure out the perfect way to start the countdown.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to twenties ), drinking, mentions of alcohol, poly!kiribaku, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it y’all ), oral sex ( female recieving ), fingering, choking, dumbification, degredation, double penetration, daddy!kink, master!kink, creampie, cumplay. guys it’s a lot idk what to tell you brrrrr. 

♡ author’s note(s):  um this is like 8 days late but happy new years y’all, first fic of 2021 and it is a Wild one !! this kinda goes with along with my christmas deku fic, you don’t have to read it but it gives some context!! thank for all your love and support, stay safe babies <33

♡ masterlist | requests

“don’t look so nervous, shitty girl.”

your gaze flicks up  and to the left of the rim of your tainted red solo cup, a pretty mauve stain coating the outer edge.  you can see bakugou moving in your peripheral vision, slender body resting against the counter in the kitchen you’ve hidden yourself away in— outside a new years party bustles away, so full of life that you’ve struggled to become a part of.  it was supposed to be a small gathering, a few of your boyfriends’ mates were getting together to see off the awful year after finals and tears and mishaps.

you were excited, you’d spent some time with the group before and were stoked to get to know them a bit better— but the idea had quickly been scrapped when kirishima’s roommate turned the tiny event into a full blown goodbye bash. so now your social anxiety was through the roof and you could hardly think about enjoying yourself.

downing the rest of your... well whatever the hell it is...you shift to face the blonde with a slight scowl.  “i’m not nervous, katsuki.” you half growl in an attempt to keep the explosive blonde away, but crimson eyes with mischievously sparkling irises only roll once, your lover can read you like an open book— and for that you hate him... but only just.

“yeah?” katsuki hums, turning to corner you against the worktop. forgoing your empty cup, your free hands instantly settle themselves on your boyfriend’s hips— the material of his black skinny jeans rough against your palms, sneakily to thread fingers through his belt loops to tug him closer and barely feel flustered by the half lidded gaze bakugou gives you. “if you’re not s’nervous, then why the fuck are you hidden away in here?”

it’s your turn to send your eyes rolling, to which katsuki catches and gives you a gentle nip to the cheek. “i’m not hiding either, i came in here to get a drink for kiri— hey! don’t look at me like that.” the rest of your words fall flat in a whine you don’t mean to set free, bakugou grinning like a maniac above you. his eyes sparkle at the hint of your lie as if he can see right through you, which again... you hate. out of the two of your boyfriends; the blonde was able to pick up on your behaviours slightly faster than kirishima— you put it down the quick reflexes and his complex for wanting to be first at everything but that didn’t make him any less annoying.

in response, bakugou bites down a little harder on your fleshy cheek, pulling you closer by the waist so that your legs wrap around him from over the counter. “a drink that kiri already has, baby? stop lyin’, you loser,” he mumbles into your skin, making you huff. “talk to me.”

“fuck you, but fine...” whining again and with a slight buzz of alcohol to your veins you tilt your head before bakugou can affectionately chomp onto your cheek again and attempt to steal a small peck from him. your love only denies you of this pleasure, at least until you tell him the truth. “okay, okay. i’m in here hiding ‘cause there’s too many people and i’m afraid i’ll be too nervous to talk to your friends.”

“‘m feeling burnt out katsu, there’s so many more people here than i expected and i’m worried that your friends might not like me s’much anymore...”

bakugou smirks, running his tongue over the top row of his pearly whites and you cross your arms in defeat.  “you’re so fuckin’ stupid, yn.”

“fuck you! right up your stupid little ass—“

your blonde boyfriend raises a brow which silences you quickly and makes you wriggle in annoyance. “you’re stupid ‘cause our friends aren’t gonna stop liking you for gettin’ shy— there’s a lotta people out there that aren’t exactly kiri or i.” you perk up at the mention of your latter partner which makes katsuki smile and release you. “just relax. they love you, we love you...let’s just say goodbye to this fuckin’ shitty year, okay?”

you nod and watch as the male moves away from you to fix you both another set of drinks while you adjust yourself to go back into the outside world. the kitchen stays quiet compared to the bass blasted music that echoes throughout the dorm halls, giving you time to grasp at feelings of anxiety and attempt to soothe them— you promise yourself to leave all of the negative feelings behind and focus on making happy memories with your friends. bakugou breaks you from your thoughts and hands you another cup filled with a drink you recognise to be your favourite, he doesn’t speak however and leans back against the worktop to drink his own beverage.

you’ve always liked that he gives you room to think and make a note to show your appreciation later on. your boy’s love language was always through actions and hardly ever words.

but your bubble of sweet silence is soon burst when one of your partner’s friends darts into the kitchen, a look of excitement dancing brightly across pink lined features. her amber eyes land  on you first and swiftly find bakugou after causing a smile to break out against her features. “ohmygod finally, i was wondering where you guys got to! come on, the countdown’s about to start!” you quickly place her name to be mina, remembering her voice from the last time you’d met and offer her a sweet smile in return as her hand reaches out for yours. you take it.

bakugou tsks; clearly irritated but pushes himself off of the counter and follows behind you motherless, mina dragging you in the direction of the living room. somehow she effortlessly weaves you through sweaty bodies of students from the floors below and practically tosses you to the sharks that can be named as your boyfriends’ pals. luckily, your katsuki is right behind you to steady your hips while mina flops onto a couch with the others.

“there they are! two thirds of our favourite lovebirds...” someone to the right of you speaks up; you recognise her to be the roommate you’d walked in on when visiting bakugou’s place before christmas and relax a little. the girl was nice, affectionate and ever so sweet with you the first time you’d met. she curls up in the lap of another guy with green chair, who you presume is the ‘shitku’ or ‘deku’ your lovers had told you about, respectively.

speaking of, katsuki makes himself comfortable next to kirishima on his old loveseat from your hometown— you’d played rock paper scissors with him to keep it, but lost. you couldn’t complain though, the red heard rewarding you with a flurry of kisses in place of the old battered chair.

but with no room and the gang already taking up most of the couch, eijirou pulls you to sit on his thighs and wraps his arms around your middle before pressing a kiss atop your head. “missed you, where’d you go?” he pouts into your neck and fiddles with the frayed ends of your skirt, his free hand grasping at the drink he had.

“i was—“

“she was hidin’ in the kitchen; pretending to fix somethin’.” katsuki cuts you off, earning himself a glare from you and amused chuckles from others ( having pulled their attention away from the countdown on the television ). he attempts to snuggle closer to you both afterwards, making your red headed boy kiss his cheek. you could tell that your explosive boyfriend was feeling a little left out, he’d always doubted himself in the relationship the three of you had ever since he’d found out kirishima had you; his lover back in his hometown,  before college. but you’d loved kiri and couldn’t make him choose between the two people he needed most in his life, so despite the tears and drama...you’d learned to love bakugou as well.

you reach over to squeeze his hand but don’t miss the twitch of his lips into a smile while he watches the live countdown on tv.

kaminari; the blonde who sits at your feet pipes up next— cheeks red from the alcohol he nurses. “why were you hiding, doll?” he hiccups, earning himself a kick to he back from both bakugou and kirishima. “ouchies...”

“she probably wanted to get away from your annoying ass...” sero quips from across the group, where mina lazily toys with his jet black hair; causing bakugou’s roommate to snort and spew her drink in izuku’s face. as far as you were aware, the pair were living together in their apartment off campus and weren’t dating, but might as well have been. katsuki had told you sero was a coward but seeing them now made you think it was cute.

“fuck you, that’s mean!”

“ah, but kaminari my dear friend, it is true...”

a boy with dual eyes chuckles, himself and another figure join the latter male on the ground, hair ruffled and clothes clearly out of place. the girl blinks up at you with a sweet grin before turning to chat with the other girls while eiji fist bumps the male. you remember them as momo and todoroki respectively. bakugou’s roommate checks her watch quickly, a faux frown playing at her lips. “and you guys are done with fourty minutes to spare before new years , a new record...quite frankly, i’m impressed!”

it’s your turn to frown as the newbies blush and attempt to hide their faces. the rest of the group seem amused, sero and denki smirking between themselves, your boyfriends and izuku hiding embarrassed faces while the girls giggle and tease. you can’t help the next words.

“what were they doing?” you whisper innocently and mostly to yourself, unable to focus on the feeling of katsuki pressing kisses to your linked hands to avoid adding to the conversation. however; all eyes teeter over to you, making you freeze up and shuffle nervously in kirishima’s lap.

“fucking in the closet by the front door, they do it every year.” mina teases, causing your face to heat up while momo swats at the pink girl. “nasty right, yn?”

“quit it mina, you’re making her shy!”

you swallow hard and nod shakily, and swear you can almost feel the quiet groan that erupts from katsuki’s chest. “right...”

the group is clearly a little tipsy and you’re not quite drunk enough to feel eat ease with the antics of your lovers’ friends; but one thing lead to another and the topic of conversation lands on you. “maybe yn will get a little new years treat too—“ midoriya slurs somewhere off, by now he and his girlfriend alone have downed a bottle of vodka and cutely make out from time to time. and yet, your boyfriends both have different ideas, the hot headed blonde preparing to launch himself at izuku while the manly red head blushes a shade so deep it could rival his dyed hair.

“what’d you say, shitty nerd?”

it all happens way too fast and you can barely register bakugou’s sudden movement before it’s too late— his elbow jolts as he attempts to kill his best friend’s lover, resulting in eijirou’s drink being knocked clean out of his hand and all over your cute little shirt. you squeal and shudder as the cold liquid seeps right through the thin material, exposing your chest to partygoers and friends alike who cheer as the countdown locks onto thirty minutes until the new year.

kirishima jumps up right after you, shielding your exposed chest from his friends ( mostly denki ) who refuse to look away and leads you up to his room to change while bakugou barks out expletives at deku.

after all it was his fault that your cute tits were out on new years eve.

“what if she’s mad at us kiri? she was already feeling anxious about being here tonight and now—“

“she won’t bakubabe, she loves us and she’ll know it was just an accident, you were defending her honour after all...”

you choose this moment to push open the bathroom door of kirishima’s en-suite, having wiped away most of the beverage that had made your tummy sticky. luckily your skirt had survived his awful choice of rum and cola but at least you smelled nice. two sets of red eyes cast their gaze upon your form, naked apart from the cute pink bra that cups your breasts and tiny skater skirt that sits above your plush thighs.

the boys can already feel their mouths drying at the sight of you have exposed under the yellowing light of kirishima’s dorm room. your skin still shines with the reminders of alcohol as you make your way over to them on the bed, sitting between them with the aforementioned red head’s shirt in your hands.

instantly they shift closer towards you, absorbing your warmth as their fingertips graze your skin. “i told you guys i was fine, i know it was an accident.” you murmur softly, taking both of their hands into yours. “besides, i needed to get out of there for a bit, your friends are—“

“loud?” kirishima offers, kissing your knuckles.

“annoying?” this time it’s bakugou who speaks, shoving his face into your neck to hide from you, still apologetic. his soft blonde hair tickles your neck and you can’t help but giggle gently into the air. “you liked that.”

shaking your head, you pinch at his side and tug eijirou close enough for him to lean his head atop yours. “—they’re a lot, a lot to handle... i just need a little time to calm down before we head back out there.” briefly letting go of your boyfriends’ hands, you reach for the red band t-shirt sitting in your lap in order to shrug it on, but your red headed lover quickly stops you.

“i could think of a few ways to calm you down angel,” he mumbles lowly, so much so that you feel the sound ripple in kirishima’s chest but you’re too distracted by the sudden feeling of katsuki sucking gentle marks into the column of your throat. “we still have a bit of time before we hit midnight on the countdown, right bakugou?”

the hot headed boy only looks up briefly from your bruised and bitten skin, a devilish smirk crossing his lips while the boys work together to push you back onto the sheets. “damn right ei, say we got about twenty minutes to take her mind off things,” your body tingles at the way the talk about you as if you’re not even there, heat beginning to brew in the pits of your tummy. “so, keep the shirt off, won’t you baby?”

you release the offending material as if it’s burnt your palms, thighs spreading instinctively as kirishima’s hand wanders between them to smooth your soft flesh. “yes..., yes katsuki...”

“that’s not what we say, is it babe?” kiri scolds, slapping your inner thigh while bakugou leaves a trail of sloppy kisses that stop just atop your breasts.

“...i mean...yes, sir.”

“atta fuckin’ girl.”

your breath hitches at the feeling of katsuki’s finger tips wrapping around the base of your throat, his touch is delicate and compares starkly with the roughness of his skin— calloused from hard work and use of his quirk. eyes roll to the back of your head at that very thought, the idea that your lover could hurt you in the most delicious of ways using his explosive nature but you have little time to dwell on the fantasy as your other boyfriend moved to hover above your face, ruby red hair tickling at your forehead while he slots his lips against your parted ones.

kirishima’s lips are soft and bitter with the taste of rum clinging to every ridge and imperfection in the skin there so you reach up and weave your fingers through dyed locks in order to bring him closer. meanwhile, bakugou makes quick work of your laced bra— tearing it down to expose your nipples to the cool air they harden under. his hot mouth encapsulates the bud, rolling it between rows of sharp edged teeth in away that has your back arching for more. the blonde ravishes your chest teeth and tongue, while his freehand works on groping your other breast— both of the fleshy mounds being shown equal amounts of attention in different ways, making you whimper wetly against kiri’s mouth.

saliva pools on your tongue, collecting between you and your lover while his own explores the cavern of your hot mouth. the pair of you watch one another with hooded eyes as kirishima pulls away, nothing but a string on your drool connecting you. you swear that every nerve in your body lights up at once just at the sight. “katsuki, you should see yn’s little face right now,” he breathes weightily against your raw lips, hand coming up the squish your cheeks together almost painfully. “we’ve barley even touched her and she’s already looking so fucking fucked out.”

“eiji...sir, please...” you gargle at the mocking lilt to kirishima’s voice and let your hand slip from his hair to cup his wrist as he pinches at your cheeks once more.

but this time, katsuki is the one who speaks to you— vermillion eyes clouded with dark lust when he looks up at you. he’d long moved past his brutal assault on your chest, already leaving a mass of sloppy kisses and bite marks down your abdomen until now, where his head was buried right underneath your little skirt. “the fuck you begging for, slut?” the blonde sneers at you so harshly that pathetic tears begin to pool in your eyes. eijirou is quick to wipe them away before they can hit your heated cheeks but you can tell from the look on his face he’s even more turned on by the sight. “well? i asked you a question.”

“she’s crying, katsuki.”

“don’t give a fuck if she cries or not, i’ll give her a real reason to in a minute.” and katsuki bakugou always lives up to his threats, shuffling back under your skirt to press his tongue flat against your soaked panties. he groans into the material, sending vibrations straight up to your clit before he pulls the sticky material away  from your heat. “god...kiri, she’s s’fuckin’ wet. here.” you writhe against the sheets, jolting as bakugou guides your partner’s free hand to your gummy cunt.

his thick digits press into your sensitive nub and gather your slick between their fingertips, both boys watch in awe and hunger as more of the viscous nectar seeps out of you at their actions. “you’re right, she’s soaked, aren’t you baby?”

you can only nod weakly before the boys pounce, kirishima sucking his fingers clean before they go right back to drawing shapes on your puffy clit. bakugou wastes no time either, pinning you down to the bed with on arm as he slides his pink tongue up you the length of your glistening slit. the two of your lovers work together to make a mess of you, between the blonde slurping at your lower lips likes it his last mean and the red head circling your pleasure button over and over— you have no room to breathe.

all you can do is take what you’re given, throwing your head back as your  high pitched moans mingle with the steady beat of the music out in the hall. your pushy gushes around katsuki’s tongue as he forces it deeper into your tightness, committing each ridge to memory and dirtying his face with more of your juices. eijirou alternates the pressure of his fingers from time to time, grinning brightly every time your face twitches with need or with pleasure. your boys are so good to you, even when they’re in control of your body they always make sure you’re feeling good. getting you off, gets them off.

the waves of ecstasy are rolling off your sweat licked skin, the heat of two bodies pressed against you sending the temperature of your own off of the charts, arching perfectly every time katsuki nips at your pulsing pussy just right or eijirou pinches your clit between finger and thumb. you can’t help but leak all over the place, sure that there’s a dark patch on your innocent little skirt, but it’s worth it for the way your boys make you feel, for they tongue laps over your hard pleasure button even with fingers drawing every shape under the sun on it.

you gasp for air as the knot in your stomach twists and the fire of passion burns a brighter shade in your lower tummy, you sit right on the fence of earth shattering pleasure when both boys rip themselves away from you. “w-why’d...why’d you stop?” you wail, tears threatening to spill once more as your high slips away from your grasp.

you make an attempt to rut your hips into bakugou’s face that sits merely inches away from your sopping cunt, but he only smacks your thigh and cuts his eyes. “we’re checking the time, seeing how long we have left to make you feel good, so quit your fuckin’ cryin, okay?”

sniffling and bucking your hips into the air, you agree silently— only comforted by kirishima when he returns from his phone to cup your cheeks again, pressing kisses to your heated face. he slides his fingers that had been dirtied past your lips in a silent command to suck them clean too. “only twelve minutes left until the new year baby, can you cum, before then?” the red head coos you softly, but you don’t have the chance to respond, for bakugou latches right onto your pussy again, tongue thrusting in and out of your fluttering hole and sliding over your puffy clit.

kirishima hums against your neck while you choke and heave, his lips dancing across the base to add lovebites much harsher than your other lover between your shaky legs. your body calls for release as you tangle your fingers in a forest of blonde, causing your boyfriend to groan and hook his arms around your thighs— sucking, biting and ravishing your poor little entrance at an animalistic pace.

you jerk as the same feeling from earlier begins to unwind in your tummy, hips rolling violently against katsuki’s face. “gonna, mmmph....gonna—“

“what baby? what are you gonna do? be a good girl and tell daddy so he can help you...” eijirou coaxes the whines out of you, nosing up your bruised and bitten skin to trace over your wide parted lips. his own hand moves to join yours in your boyfriend’s hair, pushing his head further into your embarrassingly desperate cunt— lewd and wet sounds filling the air while katsuki growls at the slightly painful feeling.

“cum! gonna cum!” stars start to appear behind your eyes, splashes of colour dancing along your vision much like the people outside your room as you squeal and the knot in your stomach finally unravels with your release. the more explosive one out of your pair of lovers gulps down every drop of your sweet, honeyed release as the after shocks of your orgasm dash through your veins.

you watch with hooded eyes as bakugou leans up from between your slick thighs to share the taste of you in a kiss with kirishima, their tongues slide together in the filthy exchange, riling one another up while their hands slip under their shirts that have suddenly become to tight. stripping the offending garments, both of your boys return to you in your blissed out state, eyes wide with a carnal desire to take you again. “you did so well, naughty little thing,” bakugou hums, voice raspy as he pulls you into his chest. his caramel skin is almost too hot to the touch but it’s all you can focus on while you lose the feeling of eijirou to your left. the sound of a belt clinking further off is faint, but you pay it no heed as the blonde before you lays back with you on top of him. “‘gonna give you our cocks now, ‘kay princess? gonna cum on our cocks while we fuck you into next year...”

suddenly, you become hyper aware of the cockhead that presses against your creamy clit and gently push your hips back against it, just to hear katsuki groan. his large and worn palms settle on your waist as he grinds back to meet your sticky pussy— the feeling making both your mouths fall open in low groans. “gimme your cocks, please,” is all you can say, mind far to hazy to form a proper sentence containing any word other than please. “want it now, can’t wait,” you can barely finish your sentence, too needy to think as you press your lips against bakugou’s for the first time that night, shivering at the taste of your release against his tongue. the kiss is sloppy, going nowhere in particular as you grind against each other and wait for kiri.

speaking of the red headed devil, he leans over the two of you, grabbing your jaw delicately to steal a kiss from you as his own length presses hotly against your backside. “can’t let you two have all the fun, can i?” your boyfriend chuckles breathlessly, slowly circling his hips into your ass, you have no idea how long the boys have been hard for but they waste no more time lifting your hips to align both of their thick cocks against your entrance.

bakugou soothes small circles into your lower back as the two of them press into you,  there’s a slight sting as your hole resists their intrusion— a burn that brings tears to your eyes with the attempt to double stuff you but you bite your lip and focus on the feeling of their leaking tips smearing precum along your velvet lined walls. a broken moan escapes you when they finally bottom out, thick and length girths buried balls deep inside of your throbbing heat and trapping them in.

you pulse around them as the boys wait for you to adjust, their hot breath tickling at your ears and neck. “yn,” katsuki groans, fidgeting beneath you while your nipples harden against his chest. “you’re s’fuckin tight, do we not fuck you enough? shit baby...”

“uhuh, need you ta move, ta fuck me open...please,” you slur, slumping between kirishima and bakugou— you can barely form words, mind too hazy at the thought of being so full of your boyfriends and their leaking, sloppy cocks. they love seeing you so useless between them, barley able to move except for the occasional jump in your hips to prompt them to move.

“so cute, let’s give the poor baby what she wants, yeah katsuki?”

nothing could prepare you for the sudden feeling of both your boyfriends’ thrusting into you at once. it’s a tight fit that has you jolting so far forward, bakugou has to grip your hips to keep you still while kirishima grunts into your neck, hushing his own means with every kiss he places against your skin. the red head places a weighted palm on the base of your spine, forcing your ass up into the air and setting the pace. your cunt spasms with the roughness, soaking their cocks in your honeyed nectar as they push into you, stretching your hole for all it’s worth.

the boys have had their way with you before, usually taking turns forcing their cocks down your throat and painting your tongue with the taste of salty cum or spreading your thighs wide and licking you clean— but the way they double stuff you has you losing your goddamn mind, bright red cockheads catching on every ridge of your gummy walls at every push and pull of their hips. the two aren’t doing any better than you, poor katsuki whimpers at the way you attempt to roll your hips back onto them— chest heaving as his own cock brushes against his lover’s inside of you.

the youngest of the two, eijirou can barely breathe, stuck on how your cunt flutters around them, sweaty chest moulding perfectly with your arched back and hands grabbing fistfuls of your cute fleshy ass. the room is filled with heavy pants and the scent kid your sex in he air, clear liquid seeping down from your twitching pussy onto your thighs and splashing against heir pelvises. “what a sticky fuckin’ mess, huh princess?” the ash blonde somehow manages to mock you, his hazy blood red eyes dancing with amusement as your own well up with tears and your mouth hangs open in a needy wail when when kirishima manages to plough directly into your gummy sweet spot. katsuki weakly grabs hold of your cheeks, and like earlier, forces them together while your babble nonsense about how good it feels. he taps your cheeks a few times, almost as if he’s trying to rouse you from your fucked out state and smirks with pride when all you can do is cry some more. “oh shit, ei, we’ve fucked her dumb.”

his evil laugh rings out into the electric air, mingling with the grunts of your red headed lover and the should of skin slapping on skin. it’s so wet, so dirty and you should feel nasty for how their cocks cream warmly inside of you. the hand that rests of your back ( also belonging to ejirou ) slides up to the back of your neck, tugging you upwards while he chokes you out. “yeah baby? you turning into our dumb, brainless little bitch on new years? how pathetic.” the red haired boy utters hoarsely into your ear, nipping at it with sharpened teeth. the sudden gushing from your iron hot walls gives away how you feel about his degrading words, each one going straight to your core.

you find it in you to nod, arching your back and shivering when your lovers laugh at you, demean you for how much of a stupid slut you’re being when sandwiched between them. “feel so full...want more, fuck me more eiji, harder katsu...” you trip over each of your breathless words, falling into a throaty groan that comes from deep with. you want more, need more— and they give it to you. pumping into you at an eleven faster pace than before, the clapping of balls against your ass and count filling  your ears while the lively music begins to pump outside. ten boys live for his, taking you at a moment where anyone could walk in and see you stretched over their dribbling girths, the thrill drives them insane, drives you to sinful pleasures from worlds away.

“that’s our dumb little bitch, beg for more.” katsuki growls proudly, hand dropping between your entangled bodies to draw searing patterns into your clit— you’d scowl at him for activating his quirk every time his digits sparked over the puffy nub, but you were too far gone to care.

“keep rubbin one out on her bakugou— she clenches down so fucking hard when you do that.” kirishima sighs, hips beginning to stutter.

even the boys are joining you on cloud nine, eijirou tilting your head to get a good look at your face while you bounce back on their hardened lengths. bakugou and kirishima groan in unison at the sight of your lewd expression, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out of your mouth while drool and tears smear across your mascara stained cheeks. what a fucking mess you are, body flushed and skirt stained, what a fucking mess they’ve made you— a weak and pathetic baby girl who shivers and writes each time a fat cock brushes up against your g-spot. broken laments slip from between your bruised lips as the two of your lovers angle their hips just right, prodding your pleasure spot over and over— and when both boys sneak hands down to press on your tummy bulge, you almost see stars.

your nails dig deeply into the pecks of the blonde beneath you, heart jumping as he lets out a broken howl of pleasure mixed with pain. the faint sound of a count down slips in from behind the closed door and you feel as if it’s a clock ticking towards your organs. desire flares up inside of you as you push and grind against your lover’s to chase your own release. “i’m so close, so so close... gonna cum, don’t stop. please don’t stop!” you chant, screwing your eyes shut while the boys give it their all.

three. the crowd cheers from outside.

“you cum when we say so, you cum on these fat cocks, okay honey? that’s right, that’s fucking right...” bakugou snarls, his own eyes crossing with the immense pleasure he feels from your welcoming heat. you nod feverishly and seek out his hand to hold.

two. drunken shouts spill into the halls, excitement crackling in the air.

their hips stutter, kirshima barley holding on as he works all three of you towards that final hurdle, kissing your cheek softly. “oh shit baby, the way you’re clamping around us...god, you’re gonna make me lose it. you can do it, you can cum for us...”

one. happy new year!

“holy fucking shit!”

“oh, fuck...yeah, yeah...”

colours, like fireworks, burst behind your eyes in flashes as the ecstasy that’s built up within you is finally released. your juices splash against the hips of bakugou and the pelvis of kirishima, painting them with your sweetness and making their skin shine under the yellow artificial light. they follow not long after as you tremble between their bodies; two loads of thick, hot cum spray your insides and cost it white— the potent milky liquid reaching as far as your womb, yet most of it leaking out of your velvet walls.

eijirou collapses to your side on the soiled sheets, watching with awe as a mix of all of your arousals seep out of your abused hole. you squirm in the elder’s  grasp as the red head’s fingers delicately scoop up some of the sticky mess and bring it to his mouth. a satisfied hum leaves his lips as he sucks bus own digits clean, blinking at both you and katsuki sleepily. “happy new year, guys, i love you.”

“yeah yeah, love you both too,” bakugou rolls his eyes but holds an arm out for the younger male to roll into, hugging you both to the blonde’s chest. despite his his gruff and harsh voice, you can still see the traces of adoration on his face. he loves you both so much and wouldn’t dare change this night for the world. “happy new year, ya horny little bastards.”

completely blissed out and too tired to scold him for sounding so mean, however, you lean forward and press a soft kiss to the younger’s nose before sneaking one to the grump in which you lie on. “i love you guys so much, you nasty boys.”

the three of stay curled up for a while after that, as the party outside bursts with hopefulness for the new year. it seems as though you’re all going to fall asleep when the door bursts open to reveal a certain tipsy group of friends.

“so this is what you guys were doing instead of celebrating the countdown with us,”  mina chimes, hanging off of sero’s back as she peeks her head through the doorway. you squeal and make a dive for the blankets, hiding your naked body from the view of your lovers’ prying friends.

bakugou’s roommate huffs triumphantly while izuku, todoroki and momo fail to hold back their laughter. “told you she was gonna get laid.”

kirishima flushes red as his hair and makes an attempt to join you in hiding under the sheets while your explosive boyfriend jumps out of the bed in full naked glory, activating his quirk to threaten his friends. “i’m gonna count to three, and all of you better start fucking running before i kick your asses for bursting in on us.”

“but i thought we already had a countdown...y’know for the new year,”denki dumbly comments. “don’t be silly baku bro!” but he doesn’t have much time to dwell on his thought for your angry boyfriend is already chasing him down the hall, explosions sparking at his sides.

it’s the first day of the new year and denki kaminari is already going to die at the hands of abutt naked katsuki bakugou.

happy fucking new year indeed.

[saeyoungchoismaid]

39 & 49 with Barbatos, please?🤍

This is the one that I wrote like a whole fic for and thEN IT DELETED ITSELF AND I WAS SO DONE. So bc of that this is trash compared to what it used to be so I apologize in advance 😭anway this one got a little spicy but not much. Only warnings are jealous!Barbatos (but is that really a warning?) and talk of sexy fun time

49. secret kisses

“The hottest couple in The Devildom has just arrived! Let’s go say hello!” You smile and wave at people as you walk into the grand ballroom, your arm looped through your lover’s. You turn your attention to a man with a mic in his hand and a man with a camera following after him. “Hi,” you greet, making the man with the mic light up. 

“Hello, (Y/n)! It’s wonderful to see you at such an important event!” he greets, making you smile more. 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. This fundraiser is very important, after all.” The man nods his head and then turns his attention to your lover. 

“And Lord Diavolo! We are just as happy to see you!” he exclaims. Diavolo lets out a hearty chuckle as gives him a couple of nods. 

“Thank you. As the lovely (Y/n) said, we wouldn’t dream of missing this,” he replies, pulling his arm out of yours to wrap it around your shoulders. You lean into him with a dreamy smile, looking up at him as if he himself put the stars into the sky. The cameraman makes sure to catch this. 

“Well, we are lucky to have you here. Now, you two lovebirds run along!” 

Yup, that’s you and Diavolo, ‘the hottest couple in The Devildom.’ Everyone talks about you, everyone loves you, everyone wants to be you or Diavolo. When you two walk into a room together, the chatter always falls into silence. Everyone thinks you’re the cutest couple and that it’s impossible for you two to be that in love with each other. 

And, well, they’d be right. 

Your heart belongs to a certain butler, that’s currently trailing behind you both, and his heart belongs to you. Everyone in your close circle knows this, including Diavolo himself. This must remain a secret among you all though, unless you want The Devildom to fall into chaos, of course. 

Normally it’s pretty easy to keep your hands to yourself or to remain on Diavolo, but tonight, Barbatos is making that a little harder than usual. He keeps giving you bedroom eyes and he just looks too good for you to ignore him. He slicked his hair back with gel tonight and he’s wearing a different suit than usual. To anyone not paying attention, it just looks like he’s in his usual butler attire, but to your trained eye, you can see the difference. His lower half is the same but this time around he’s switched out his shirt and coat. His shirt is a dark green with a new coat fitting to his muscular form. 

You snap out of your staring when a couple approaches you and Diavolo, introducing themselves before delving into a conversation of politics or something. You’re having trouble paying attention when Barbatos keeps staring at you without any hesitation. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to wear his favorite color tonight, a mauve purple. 

You quickly snap your eyes to Diavolo and look at his lips as he talks when Barbatos starts walking towards you, just trying to find something to focus on that isn’t Barbatos but to everyone else, it seems you can’t stop thinking about kissing him. 

You almost jump out of your skin when there’s a tap on your shoulder. “Sorry to interrupt, but, (Y/n), you’re needed elsewhere,” he says in a calm tone. You gulp and shakily nod your head, turning to give Diavolo’s cheek a kiss which makes him smile at you. 

You let Barbatos lead you away from your fake lover, slowly starting to realize that he’s leading you away from everyone else. Before you can point this out and ask what’s really going on, you’re turning a corner and then being pressed against the wall there. You only get a gasp out before Barbatos is connecting his lips to yours. You whimper into the kiss as you tightly grab ahold of the lapels of his coat. His hands grip your hips tightly, pressing his front up against yours. 

When you finally pull away for air, he simply just dips his head down and starts trailing kisses down your neck. “Barbatos,” you whisper, arching into him despite the fact that you’re looking around you both nervously. It’ll be bad if you’re caught, though this dark hallway is making you believe that no one will be coming down this way anytime soon. 

“You look so good tonight, baby. Mm, did you give Diavolo a kiss to make me more jealous?” he mumbles against your skin, making goosebumps trail all over your skin starting from that spot. 

“I’m not doing it on purpose,” you whisper back, resisting the urge to pull on his hair. 

“I know, darling. You can’t help that I want to peel off every layer of clothing you’re wearing, including whatever lacy underwear I know you’re wearing just for me,” he all but growls, making you moan when he follows that up by lightly nibbling on your sweet spot. 

“Mm, want you to. Please,” you breathily whine, making him press closer to you, if that was even possible. To your surprise though, he completely lets you go and takes a step back, breathing heavily as if he’d just ran a mile through the desert. 

“You need to get back to Diavolo. People will come looking for you soon,” he says between heavy breaths of air. You suck your lip into your mouth, noticing the problem he has going on in his pants. 

“I’ll go make another appearance and then I’ll meet you in one of the upstairs bathrooms on the right.”

Kisses Ask Game

[cecilnunez]

Lovebirds are highly social and affectionate birds that require a lot of attention and interaction with their owners. They are active and playful, and enjoy spending time with their owners, playing with toys, and interacting with other birds. They are also very vocal, and can be taught to mimic sounds and words. Lovebirds are also known for their strong pair bonds and can become very attached to their owners. Proper care and attention is essential for a healthy and happy lovebird.

[localmagicalboi]

✨ in the name of the moon...!

MUSE AS A DEITY.

RULES: think carefully about your character and their development through their journey ( canon or oc ) within their story. fill out the chart and tag whoever you want! multi-muses, feel free to pick any of your characters—just a few, or all of them. please repost, so the dash isn’t clogged with reblogs.

DEITY OF: the moon.

ASSOCIATED WITH: the night, self-healing, divination, gentleness, and art.

SACRED PLANTS: moonflower, night-blooming tropical water lily, pink/white roses, celestial lotus, angel’s trumpet, lavender, ginger, pink pepper.

SACRED STONES/GEMS: moonstone, angel aura quartz, morganite, champagne aura quartz, opal, pearl, rose quartz.

SACRED ANIMAL/S: black domestic cats, peach-faced lovebird, rosy maple moth.

COLOURS: black, rose gold, pink, lavender, silver, taupe, mauve.

FOOD: plums, dark chocolate, pomelo, white kiawe honey, moscato wine, rose syrup.

SCENTS: humid night air, radiant perfume roses, incense, dried lavender.

ACCEPTED OFFERINGS/WAYS TO HONOUR: dabbing rose oil on your wrists, wearing a piece of angel aura quartz around your neck, cleansing a favorite item in the moon’s beams at night, giving yourself or someone else a tarot reading, painting or creating some other type of art for someone you care about, writing all of the things you like about yourself on origami paper, kissing a black cat on top of the head, crying as a way to vent your feelings, drinking sweet alcoholic drinks ( pref. a wine like tokaji. )

✨ TAGGED BY: yoinkT it babey.. ✨ TAGGING: @heartmemos @sharkapologlst @hvnbrn @bardobounded @deadmenanddemons @cailicah @mtchstck @bestvictim @ivakir @motherwitch @altarage @glampiir @xonismsx + steal it !!

[codyfernaesthetic]

Dichotomy

Part 18

Summary:

An unexpected visitor brings unexpected news

Four crawling months passed as Michael and Mallory hid in Robicheaux’s; they renewed the protection spell each month, hoping that it would be strong enough to keep them safe until they could think of... something, anything to change fate. But how do you fight God? How do you outsmart Satan?

An unstoppable force was encroaching, but they didn’t know how to be immovable objects.

In this dread, they were thankful beyond measure for each other.

Michael fought everyday against his urges of violence and hatred. Warred against his desire to slaughter the witches right under his grasp; to watch Cordelia suffer for taking away his Ms. Mead. He would feel his blood pulse with fire, balling his hand into a tight fist, ruminating over twitching a finger and ending them all.

He would feel delicate fingers lay atop his fist, a gentle, pervading warmth that soothes his anger. He would look into those big, dark eyes, full of compassion and understanding. Her soft, sweet lips set in a smile, silently saying, “I know you’re trying. I see how hard you’re trying. You’re not alone, I will stay by your side. I love you.”

He chose her over his destiny everyday.

Mallory would have nightmares; frightening, vivid visions of blood and corpses. Her friends, the only people she loved in the world dying just out of her reach. Michael would hold her, humming vintage tunes Constance would sing to him as a baby. She cried nearly everyday, as if the sorrow of the world was crashing on her; the burden of a savior.

In her sadness, Michael’s devoted touch would ground her to the earth. His kiss was an anchor. Every word from his mouth was assuring, brimming with encouragement. I’m so proud of you. You are the strongest woman I know. I have no more room in my heart, it is so full of love for you.

She had the strength for another step in his arms.

That morning Mallory found him in the library quietly reading, sitting in his black double breasted suit, his golden hair perfectly curled and grown just passed the nape of his neck. She walked up to him, planting a soft kiss on his head.

“What’re you reading?”

He reached up, brushing hair behind her ear, admiring her golden headband nestled in her dark locks.

My angel…

She was dressed in a white lace dress, a rose choker clasped around her neck.

He gently pulled her to him, capturing her lips with his own. She was the sun, warmth and light and intoxicating life. Yet he could gaze at her like the moon, gorgeous, gentle, embracing him in silver wisps.

He pulled back, blushing, “Sorry, I just...had to taste you.”

She took his hand, “I wouldn’t dare ask for you to stop.”

His other hand lay atop the open book.

“I got wrapped up in this story collection. Flannery ‘O Connor?”

She grinned, sitting next to him, “I love Flannery ‘O Connor.”

He nodded, “She has such a pithy, quick style. It’s like she takes a scalpel to human nature.”

“She’s brilliant. I feel like I’m being let in on secrets of the human mind,” she said, her eyes lighting up.

He returned her smile.

They were disturbed by Zoe who walked to them with evident confusion and fear on her face. She stopped in front of them, hesitating.

“What’s wrong?” Mallory asked, standing.

“Someone’s here to see the both of you.”

Michael furrowed his brows, “Who?”

Zoe shrugged, “She didn’t give me a name, but…” she paused, unsure how to phrase it, “I don’t think she’s...human.”

Michael and Mallory glanced at each other, before following Zoe to the front entrance. A woman stood facing away from them, waiting. Upon hearing the trio’s entrance, she turned and approached.

The tall, slim woman made slow deliberate steps toward them; her boots clacking along with a thin black cane with an ornate silver topper, gripped by her thin digits in violet leather fingerless gloves, black fur around the wrist. She was regaled in a black wrap coat, a deep purple cape around the shoulders; an A-line black skirt rigidly moving with her stilted gait. A black squire top hat with purple flowers and ribbon crowned auburn hair; deep purple lipstick painting her lips and mauve swiped into the crease of her eyes.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Mallory commented with an exasperated sigh.

Wilhelmina Venable smiled in that condescending way that Mallory had been glad to be rid of, “It’s a pleasure to see you again as well, Mallory,” she turned her head to Michael, who had his hand around Mallory’s waist protectively, “Mr. Langdon,” she looked between the two of them, “May we have a chat?”

The three of them sat in the foyer, away from the prying eyes and ears of the other witches. Venable interlaced her fingers over her knees and told them with a smug smile, “I won’t mince words. You two fucked up the system.”

Michael and Mallory looked at each other, prompting her to continue, “Actually, that’s a bit unfair. Your parents fucked up the system when they created you.”

She leaned back, smoothing the imaginary wrinkles in her skirt, “Reality is a finely tuned machine, every cog, every spring is meticulously placed for optimization. Even chaos is a planned mechanism. Since the beginning, the dichotomy of this machine has been orchestrated and run by two opposite, yet equal forces,” she waved both of her hands, “Good and Evil. God and Satan. Balance has always been the key to keeping reality intact. And for millennia things have been running smoothly, for the most part, with spikes of either energy here or there,” she sighed, “And then your parents decided to have a pissing contest.” She shrugged, “Now, who started the fight, I don’t know, but the end result was a full blown war between what once were tentative partners. My responsibility is to flush out the things that are keeping the world in imbalance. They decided to get uppity and now we have you two lovebirds. Which, honestly I couldn’t be more happy with. Because if you two get along, my job is easier.”

Michael remained eerily silent.

“What is your job?” Mallory interrogated, “Who are you?”

She looked up in thought, answering slowly, “There’s always a bigger fish.”

She continued before Mallory could get out another word, “Now we don’t have time to unpack all of that, but the main thing you need to recognize is that you two are the prime candidates in the running for new God and new Satan.”

Nothing could have prepared the two for that statement. It hung in the air overhead, as if waiting to drop and hit them like a ton of bricks.

Venable held up her hand, “I know, the responsibility is immense, and your existence is unprecedented and unplanned, but we are making adjustments and nipping this problem in the bud as best we can.”

Mallory shook her head, “How could we possibly-“

“Like I said, my job is damage control. The damage being your parents, namely. They have become obstacles to balance. But luckily, the old saying remains, ‘The King is dead, long live the King,’” She said with a tight smile, “You two have been watched your entire lives, inspected, prodded, tested, and we have found you worthy of this task.”

Michael was unmoving, but finally spoke up, “How do we defeat them?”

She gave him an unreadable look, “Wait it out.”

“What?” Mallory countered.

“They’re fading. They already poured a significant portion of their power into creating you two,” she finished as if it were a comforting thought, “Death is coming for them.”

“Will it be the same for us?”

She giggled, a crackly, inhuman sound, “Not if you’re good at your jobs. Which I have the utmost confidence in; a rare mood for me, so I’d be flattered if I were you. Mallory, your care and love for the earth and its population, your undying faith in all that is good; you create the perfect contrast to Mr. Langdon,” her steely gaze met his, her tone indicating her awe, “I have seen the spark of creation that formed the universe. But I must admit, Mr. Langdon, you managed to shake me to my core. You will bring exquisite darkness,” her eyes went back to Mallory, “And you brilliant light. You’re already far exceeding our expectations as far as powers you display. The very fact that I’m talking to you 3 years in the past is evidence of that.”

Michael started off quiet, his hand gripping the arm of the couch, “There’s nothing you can do to help? We’re hiding out like scared rats and you’re saying all we can do is wait?” He leaned forward, growing more indignant, “What happens if they find us? What makes you think they won’t tear the world apart to play their game? I’m sure you saw what happened to the Sanctuary.”

Venable was unphased, “The only reason I’ve come to you at all was out of courtesy. I am allowing the system to purge itself, the impurities will be flushed out. Like I told you, they are already weakening.”

He stood, a snide grimace twisting his face, “Are all of you cosmic bureaucrats so far up your own asses you can’t see what’s happening? The universe that you’re supposedly taking care of is being torn to shreds.”

Her composure remained, her voice even and steady, “We step in when necessary. But we’re not a charity,” she looked between the two of them once more, her eyes lingering a bit too long on Mallory, “Take care of yourselves.”

In a blink, Venable was gone; leaving the two of them alone and in turmoil.

[evanseba]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Olive You Forever Palette.

[myglowjourney-blog]

🌺 OMG the Lovebird collection from @colourpopcosmetics is stunning 😍😍 and I'm so happy i got a chance to try it . . 🌺 Lovebird stunning 9 pan eyeshadow palette featuring pinks and mauve. Love @colourpopcosmetics 9pans, but the one i love more because is not from plastic 😍😍 . . 🌺 Raven About You blush stix duo in Wallaby and Pretty Thing, both gorgeous colors, easy to apply and blendable . . 🌺 A Lil Cuckoo liquid lip duo in Slide and Ura Hoot . . The entire Lovebird collection launched at @ulta on november 3 . What are you going to pick up? . . #newatulta #newatultabeauty #colourpopcosmetics #colourpopme #colourpopswatches #eyeshadowswatches #colourpop9pan #monochromaticpalettes #pinkeyeshadow #lovebird #lovebirdpalette https://www.instagram.com/p/B4wqaL1A6zX/?igshid=1qfq3bn4ncyt4