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I don’t care if he is the King of Hell, he is smol :>
This. I have never heard anything more correct in my life.
I mean.
Look at him.
Look at how smol!
#hazbin hotel lucifer#lucifer hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel#i love luci#tumblr sexyman#apple daddy#duck lord#short king#lucifer#lucifer morningstar#so smol#itty bitty#this specific shot will never not be absolutely hilarious to me#LOOK AT HOW TINYYYY#GRRR!#I could squish his wittle cheeks#(even tho I think he’s like an inch taller than me#maybe the same height#I’m like right around the 5’1-5’2 mark#so u know#I am CLINGING to the cast approximating he’s around 5’2 for DEAR LIFE!#do you KNOW how fantastic it is to think that me and this GOOBER are the same size?
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made a new one bc yes- and got annoyed so i left it like this-
#Strelok#marked one#he is a lil fucked#its okey tho#he will be fine#Stalker#steal his look#steal his look meme#binder#trans strelok#he wears platform boots bc i say so#he is smol#s.t.a.l.k.e.r.: shadow of chernobyl#s.t.a.l.k.e.r.
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can you draw a smol comic?? :3
ok. so ginger is existing, and then theres a speech bubble from cosmo saying "ginger look!!!"
and then twisted cosmo looking real happy and saying "I have a bite mark just like you now!!!" pointing towards the ichor on his face
thank youu :3
I have never seen a prompt more simultaneously angsty and wholesome, like wtf /pos /silly
#dandys world#dandys world roblox#roblox dandys world#dandysworld#roblox dw#dw roblox#dandys world fanart#dandys world art#dandys world ginger#ginger dandys world#ginger dw#dw ginger#dandys world cosmo#cosmo dandys world#cosmo dw#dw cosmo#twisted cosmo#dandys world comic#dandys world christmas update#dandys world requests#dw requests
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HERE WE GO EVERYONE. the long awaited jealous!Sanji fic!! AKA a prequel to the main go fish! storyline!! this fic takes place before the main events in go fish! but after they met at the Baratie. and don't worry, part 3 for the main series will be on the way. enjoy!! request: i was wondering if you’d consider making a lil imagine/blurb about sanji being jealous of someone flirting with the reader? like imagine zoro and the reader just talking and then zoro suddenly leans closer and whispers to her “it seems we’ve got an audience” or smth like that
WARNINGS: none
word count: 3.7k
pairing: jealous opla!sanji x fem!reader
summary: Sanji watches Zoro and reader talk and gets jealous. Nami tries to calm him down but fails.
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“Reading that garbage again?” a voice called out.
At hearing the question, you glanced up from your well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice, your favorite book, only to see a calm Zoro casually stroll over to you with a hint of amusement on his face.
You playfully rolled your eyes. “Don’t knock it till you try it, oh great sword master,” you playfully jabbed as you shook out the book to him as he leaned his back against the ship’s front railing, resting his elbows on top of it. “The almighty Zoro isn’t allergic to reading, is he?”
Zoro snorted, glancing down at your cross-legged position on top of a crate before returning his sights to the Going Merry’s deck and the open ocean. “Yeah, I am allergic,” he agreed. “Allergic to reading that monstrosity you call a book.”
“Ooo, ‘monstrosity’. That’s a mighty big word for a non-reader like yourself, Zoro. Good job,” you teased as you marked your page before closing the book and joining your friend in looking across the deck and out towards the ocean.
The green-haired swordsman crossed his arms. “I read.”
“Mmhm,” you hummed, not convinced. “Sure you do.”
“I do,” he defended in a gruff voice.
“Oh yeah? Here, I’ll make it easy for you: tell me about one book you’ve read.”
Zoro scoffed. “I can tell you about way more than one.”
You couldn’t help the surprised noise that came out of you. “Oh, yeah? ’More than one’?” you asked with a raised brow and glanced up at your fellow straw hat, trying to wipe off the grin on your face.
You were certainly surprised that Zoro has read more than one book in his lifetime, but you weren’t surprised that he took your earlier question as a challenge. Classic Zoro, you thought in amusement. The guy could never pass up a challenge, no matter what it was about.
So, you repositioned yourself on your crate, making yourself comfortable for the discussion ahead. “Alright, come on,” you said and sat up straighter, urging Zoro on, “let’s hear it. Tell me all about them.”
From the back of the ship, on the upper deck above the kitchen, a certain chef took a long drag on his cigarette as he watched you and his least favorite swordsman be engrossed in conversation. Sanji removed the butt of his cigarette from his mouth with his thumb and index finger, keeping the smoke in his lungs for as long as he could, before slowly exhaling the smoke from his nostrils, his eyes never leaving the two of you.
“Daaamn, Sanji,” Usopp drawled as he messed with the sails on the ship’s mast nearby, glancing at the chef for a second before returning to his knots. “You look like a smoking dragon. All ferocious and mean. And....extra smokey.”
Sanji’s gaze didn’t budge, Usopp’s words not fazing the cook in the slightest. “Oh yeah? And what of it knot-boy?” he asked with a slight edge to his words, taking another drag on his cigarette and exhaling through his lips.
At Sanji’s snarky question, Usopp recoiled and looked back at Sanji more closely with a confused expression. It was rare for Sanji to lose his cool or be in a bad mood for no reason, unless he was going back and forth in an argument with Zoro but even then, the blonde chef usually took those in stride with a smile, much to Zoro’s annoyance, so this was new.
“Aren’t those things supossed to calm you down?” Usopp asked as he nodded to the cigarette in the cook’s hand.
“I am calm,” Sanji rebuked a little too quickly to be true.
Usopp then noticed how intent Sanji’s stare was towards something at the front of the ship and raised an eyebrow. Whatever he was staring at must be pissing him off because the chef’s gaze looked absolutely lethal. What the hell could be making him so mad? Usopp followed Sanji’s gaze, looked towards the front of the ship, and saw....y/n and Zoro talking?
To Usopp, it looked like they were just having a normal conversation, but when he saw y/n laugh at something Zoro said, hitting his arm with a grin and Zoro having a slight smile, he heard Sanji scoff loudly in disgust and mutter something under his breath.
And in that moment, it dawned on Usopp what was up, and it was hard for him to contain his shit eating grin: Sanji was jealous. Sanji was jealous of y/n and Zoro. To Usopp, it looked like a completely normal conversation between friends since he knew of y/n’s affections for the blonde cook. But to Sanji? It probably seemed like a complete flirt fest, and he was jealous.
Up until this point Usopp had thought y/n’s crush was only one sided. Sure, he’s had his suspicions ever since Sanji seemed to stare at y/n more often than not, but Usopp was still just a guy at the end of the day, so he never considered if Sanji might actually have feelings for y/n too.
But now? Oh boy- Usopp was all caught up to speed and he couldn’t wait to meddle in their budding relationship and tease the heck out of them both for it (when the time was right, of course).
Usopp looked back over at Sanji and wiped off his grin as best he could. “You say somethin’ Sanji?” he asked innocently, knowing damn well the chef said absolutely nothing. “I thought I heard you mutter something.”
Sanji flicked the ashes off his cigarette. “No.”
“Oh. Must just be the wind then...”
Suddenly, y/n’s laughter could be heard from the ship’s front and Sanji nearly snarled in disgust and shook his head. “What the-” Sanji started but let out an exasperated sigh. “He’s not even funny,” Sanji complained before taking another hit on his cigarette.
Usopp couldn’t help himself, he had to poke the bear. “Who, Zoro? I think he’s funny.”
The blonde chef let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah, funny looking.”
He also had to twist the knife. “Well, y/n seems to think he’s funny.”
Sanji chuckled to himself and stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating Usopp’s words. “You know what? It doesn’t matter,” he muttered and took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out and immediately lighting up a fresh one.
Unbeknown to the cook and slingshot fighter, standing underneath them and near the tangerine trees was the Going Merry’s orange-haired navigator, who had heard their whole conversation.
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“Zoro!” You laughed loudly and hit your crewmate on his bicep. “Reading books on how to dismember your opponents doesn’t count as real reading!”
A ghost of a smile appeared on Zoro’s face as he raised an eyebrow at you. “Says you. Can you tell me fifty different ways on how to cut up a body? No? I didn’t think so.”
“Fair enough,” you relented good naturedly with a small laugh as you shook your head. “Remind me to never get on your bad side.”
A comfortable silence fell over you both as you let out a small sigh, watching the waves crash.
After a few quiet beats, however, you felt Zoro lean into your personal space as he lowly murmured, “Don’t look now, but it seems like we have an audience.”
You blinked in confusion as your eyebrows pulled together. “What? An audience? Where?” Completely disregarding Zoro’s instructions, you immediately started looking around the ship. “Watching what?”
“Us,” Zoro said simply and returned to his full height.
You shook your head in disbelief. “What? Us? Now who would be watching-” you started to say but the rest of your sentence died in your throat when you saw piercing blue eyes staring right you both. “...us?” you finished slowly.
Sanji? Sanji was your audience? But- why? What? You were so confused. Even from this far away, you could tell something was off with him. His posture was stiff and the usual smile that adorned his features whenever he saw you was nowhere to be seen.
“When did he get here? I didn’t know he was on deck...” you trailed off, about to move to hop off the crate and make your way over to Sanji to see what the matter with him was when something stopped you.
Before you could hop off the crate, you saw Sanji put out his cigarette and make his way off the deck and head down into the kitchen, not sparing you another glance. As you made your way across the deck, about to follow him into the kitchen, Usopp quickly called out to you from up on the ship’s mast, asking for your help with knot tying since ‘yours were so much better than his’. You agreed with a small sigh, not wanting Usopp to struggle by himself, so you made your way to the mast and started climbing, but not before sparing the entryway to the kitchen one last glance.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Sanji flittered around, grabbing random ingredients he saw at first glance. Mushrooms? Grabbed. A block of cheese? Sure. Corn? Ok. Tomatoes? Sure, whatever.
As he looked down at the growing pile of ingredients on the counter, he stopped for a second to examine the pile, putting his hands in his pockets. What the hell was he supposed to make out of this? He didn’t know. He couldn’t think straight, and it was bothering the absolute hell out of him. The kitchen had always been his sanctuary, a place where he could always rely on to decompress and escape from his thoughts as he got swept away in the act of cooking that came so naturally to him. Usually.
But today? His natural instincts weren’t there. He felt his chef’s mind drawing up a blank on how to mix all of these items together and the longer he stood there, the more ticked off he became. On a normal day, he’d have thought up of 15 different dishes he could make and already have been busy at work making one of those ideas come to life. But now? There was nothing. No ideas swirling around in his head, nothing.
He could feel his face twist up in irritation the longer he was standing there until finally, he let out a short, brusque sigh, muttering, “Now what the fuck am I supposed to do with all this?”
“You’re the chef, aren’t you supposed to figure that out or something?”
The blonde chef glanced up from the pile and saw Nami casually strolling in from the deck and up to the counter opposite of him, hands clasped behind her back, with a curious eyebrow raised.
Instantly, to cover up his sour mood, the cook plastered on a fake smile. “Well, it seems my mind is a little blank at the moment, Darling. Why don’t you come over here and help me come up with an idea or two?” he offered with a wink, taking his hands out to lean against the counter.
But Nami saw right through him. “I’m good, thanks,” she declined bluntly. Nami wasn’t sure when she had become the Going Merry’s pseudo-therapist, especially since this crew hadn't been together for more than 3 months at this point, but someone had to be, and she figured the only way to get Sanji to talk right now would be if he was doing something he loved: cooking. “Actually,” she started offhandedly, “I have a request for you.”
Now that immediately got the cook’s attention. “Oh?” he asked with a raised brow, straightening up as he dropped the fake flirty persona.
“Yeah,” she said aloud, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself that she actually had a request for the cook. From behind her back, she pulled out a couple of tangerines. With a slight smile and raised brow, she said matter-of-factly, “If I remember correctly, I believe I was told I could ask for a tangerine tart anytime I’d like?”
A genuine smile came across Sanji’s face at that, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as he laughed with a nod. “The Madam is correct.” He took the fruits from Nami’s hands and placed them on the counter, pushing away his bizarre pile of ingredients to make room. “One tangerine tart coming right up,” he said and started bustling around the kitchen with purpose this time, pulling out the necessary ingredients, a far cry from his movements a couple of minutes ago.
Seeing Sanji occupied, Nami took a seat at the table, sitting where she had left her charting journal and reading glasses from breakfast that morning. She opened her journal back up and put her glasses on, flipping through the pages and resuming her sketch of her latest map.
Both of them worked in silence for a few minutes, both engrossed in their respective activities until Nami broke it. Before speaking, she snuck a glance at the chef, making sure he was preoccupied before she started prodding and sure enough, he was. Perfect.
“You know, I never told anyone this before,” Nami started, laying the groundwork for Sanji to open up, creating a tit for tat sort of thing, “but I actually love tangerine tarts.”
Sanji huffed slightly with a slight smile, not looking up from his work. “Oh yeah? Well, be prepared to fall in love with them all over again.” He started pouring heavy cream into a separate bowl, adding sugar before whisking it all together. “Even Zeff used to say I made a mean tangerine tart.”
Nami hummed. “Maybe you can make Zoro fall in love with them too,” she said casually, sneaking a quick look at Sanji, only to see him press his lips together in a firm line and start to whisk the cream harder at the mention of the swordsman. “Or y/n,” she added quickly. “I don’t think she’s ever had one either.”
At the mention of you, Sanji’s face and motions relaxed slightly. “Yeah,” he agreed. “I...think you’re right about that.”
The orange-haired girl rotated her journal ninety degrees. She decided to prod a little harder. “I think I saw them talking earlier.”
Sanji simply hummed in agreement, cracking eggs into a bowl, staying silent. With the third egg, however, he cracked it a little too hard on the counter, causing the raw egg contents to splatter everywhere and onto his black blazer.
“Ah- fucking hell,” he muttered in disgust, throwing the broken eggshell into the trash before cleaning his hands off in the sink.
Nami looked up from her work and quirked an eyebrow at her crewmate. “You good?”
The blonde cook shook his head once with a sardonic smile. “Never better,” he quipped.
Ok, she couldn’t do this dance anymore. Nami closed her journal and took off her glasses, looking straight at him. “Alright, you want to tell me what the hell is going on? You’re acting weird, even for you.” Sanji opened his mouth to protest but Nami spoke before he could. “And don’t lie to me.”
Mouth still open, Sanji exhaled slowly and deflated. “I- I’m fine.”
She rolled her eyes. “Sanji-”
Upon hearing his name, Sanji blinked and raised his eyebrows in surprise. Nami rarely called him by his name.
“Cut the bullshit,” she continued. “I heard your conversation with Usopp and you certainly didn’t sound ‘fine’.”
Sanji was caught red-handed. With what exactly? He didn’t really know but he did know he was caught in a lie because he definitely did not feel fine. He shrugged his shoulders, at a loss for words. “I...” he sighed and took off his ruined blazer, draping it over the back of an empty chair, rolling up his sleeves as he avoided Nami’s expectant stare. He grabbed a dirty rag and started cleaning the egg off the counter. “I don’t know...”
“Sanji, you can barely crack an egg.”
That brought out a short bark of laughter from the chef. “Yeah,” he relented. “Obviously.”
“Is this because of your jealously over y/n and Zoro?”
“My- my what? My jealously?” he sputtered and scoffed, still not looking Nami in the eye. “I, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Why on earth would I be jealous over that stick in the mud?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Nami played along, tapping her temple, pretending she was deep in thought. “Maybe because you saw and heard them laughing from all the way across the ship?” she pointed out. When Sanji tried to wave off her accusations with an unconvincing smile, Nami decided to just go in for the kill. If Sanji wasn’t going to admit his obvious liking towards her female crewmate and friend himself, then she’d have to do it for him. “Maybe....maybe because you might have a little crush on y/n?” she offered with a raised brow, staring right at him.
“Wh-what?? A crush?” Sanji quickly rebuked, jerking his head back. “What are we? Little kids?”
From her spot at the table, Nami could swear she saw a faint dusting of pink appear on his cheeks. She smirked to herself. She got him. “Well,” she shrugged, “it doesn’t matter how old we get, we all get crushes from time to time.”
You? A crush? Sanji shook his head as he resumed making the tangerine tart. Labeling whatever feelings he had for you as simply a ‘juvenile crush’ didn’t feel right to him. You were more than that, and you didn’t deserve to be labeled as such. “No, she’s not a crush.”
“Oh, so you like-like her?” Nami said like it was obvious. “You like her as more than just a friend.”
“I-” Sanji started but stopped himself and sighed, feeling his irritation grow the longer this conversation went on. Now even the kitchen wasn’t bringing him peace? First, smoking and now this? What was next? “Why does it matter? All of a sudden, my love life is interesting to you and up for debate? I don’t remember asking for your opinion.”
Nami watched his jaw tense and his body become stiff as he started zesting the tangerines. Clearly whatever feelings Sanji was dealing with, he wasn’t ready to openly talk about them, so she decided to back off.
She put her hands up in surrender, slumping back in her chair as she said, “Hey, I’m...I’m sorry. You’re right.” Deciding to give the chef his space, she gathered her belongings and stood up, making her way to the counter. “If you ever need to...talk or anything, I’m here,” she offered quietly. In a normal tone, she added, “Let me know when the tarts are ready. I really do want y/n and Zoro to try one.”
Speaking of the devil, you came into the kitchen from the deck, eyes lighting up at the sight of Sanji cooking. Seeing Sanji cook was one of your favorite things and you always loved to guess what he was making. “Sanji! Ooo, what are you making?”
Nami watched as Sanji’s whole demeanor change at the sight of you, like a switch being flipped on. She couldn’t help but smile knowingly between you both. “I’ll be in my room,” she announced before making her way out of the kitchen, leaving you both alone.
Sanji had a wide smile, shoulders relaxing as his eyes lit up. “Why don’t you guess? Give it your best shot.”
“Oh! I love this game. Ok, let’s see,” you said as you surveyed the ingredients laid out before you. “I see flour, sugar, butter and tangerines...are you making a tangerine cake or something?”
Whatever jealousy or anger he had been feeling all day just instantly disappeared once he was with you. He felt like himself again, all carefree and lighthearted as he chuckled at your guess. “Not quite, Missus. But nice try,” he said as he looked into your eyes with a crooked smile.
Missus. You felt your heart skip a beat at the nickname and you felt your insides became all warm. You hoped your face didn’t give away your swooning. He's never called you that before and you hoped to God that he would never stop.
“Ah, my bad,” you laughed embarrassedly. “What are you making then?”
“I, am making a tangerine tart,” he proudly stated as he grabbed another egg, perfectly cracking it this time. “At the request of the ship’s navigator.”
A wide grin broke out across your face. “No way!!” you squealed eagerly, causing Sanji to laugh. “I’ve always wanted to try one!”
The blonde chef nodded. “Yes, she did mention that actually.” After a beat, he added, “I hope you like it.”
“Of course I will,” you said without hesitation. “I know I haven’t known you for that long, but it seems like everything you make is phenomenal. You’re the best cook I know.”
Normally, nearly everyone compliments his cooking (except for Zoro) and he never really thought anything of it. He knew was the best cook in the East Blue and someday, the whole world when he found the All Blue. But hearing that compliment from you? How you said it so easily and with such certainty? He felt a funny, warm feeling deep within his chest and when he looked at you, just like how you knew for certain that he was the best chef around, he knew right then that you really were the most beautiful woman he’s ever known.
So, yeah. Nami was right. He guessed he did have a little crush on you, or ‘like-liked’ you- whatever she was saying.
“Do you mind if I watch?”
Your question broke the little staring trance he was in, blinking and tearing his gaze away from you as he tried to refocus on the task before him. He truly had to make sure this was the best tart he’s ever made.
He nodded, perhaps a little too eagerly. God, he was probably acting like an excited puppy, but he couldn’t help himself. “Of course you can,” he agreed with a small smile.
As you pulled up a stool to sit on the opposite side of the counter, Sanji realized something: him cooking in the kitchen with you sitting nearby? That’s something he could get used to and get used to very quickly.
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I loved the toji x small boob reader so much!!! Is it possible for a gojo x small boob reader too??
Here you go, lovvve! Hope you enjoy <3
ᰔ How to get a raise ᰔ
CEO Gojo x smol boobie reader -Explicit-
"In my office, now." You hang up your phone nervously then, looking across to see your boss, Satoru Gojo leaned back in his office chair, his long legs crossed on his desk. You're his receptionist so you're right across his office, and you're an exemplary worker. Satoru is usually very kind, but something about his tone?
You tremble a bit as you stand, smoothing down your skirt. You notice your co workers looking at you, lingering at your chest, and you smile just a bit. You had a padded Victoria's Secret bra that added cups to your small breasts, and you were getting a little confidence boost at how you now fill your blouse out.
You sigh, standing straighter and heading into Gojo's office, opening the door to peer at the handsome white haired man, who leans his Gucci shades down a bit to peer down your body. You heat up when he looks at your chest, did he like the bra too, you wonder? You'd certainly had a crush on your boss as long as you've been here.
"Shut that door, Miss." You frown, doing as he says. "Shut the blinds, too."
"Sir?"
"You heard me." You push the buttons, encasing the office away from prying eyes now. He takes his Sunglasses off, revealing those swirling blue eyes that wreck you. "C'mere, sweets."
"Um... okay." You walk over nervously, then he crooks two long fingers, doing wicked things to your mind. Is this bra that good!? You step closer, then gasp as he has two hands on your breasts. "Sir!?"
"Thank god, I worried you got implants. Take this shit off now." He says with a glare, and you just blink as you look at him. "Now."
"Sir, I-"
"I don't like it. Every day I stare at these tiny, pert little tits, with your nipples hard." He unbuttons your blouse with deft hands, doing insane things to your psyche. "Now you hide them with this? Fuck that. Off."
"You look at me?" You ask softly, and he scoffs, opening your blouse and revealing the bra, taking it off with ease and then tossing it in his waste basket. "That was expensive!"
"They're even prettier than I thought, fuck." He whimpers damn near as you realize you're topless. You cover up your small little tits, but he yanks your hands down, grabbing your wrists, glaring, his white brows low over his eyes. "They're perfect. Y'know how often I jerk off thinking about sucking on these?"
Your tummy has this pressure that builds and builds, until you step even closer, hands on his now. "But they're so tiny..."
"Fuck I love that. You're perfect. Let me show you, yeah?" You nod nervously, and he sits you on his desk, bending down and his huge hands cover your breasts completley, earning his moan, and he slams his full lips on yours. You melt, pulling on his pretty blue silk tie as he brushes your nipples. "Fuck, lemme suck these pretty nipples?"
"Please, Sir." He pulls you by your waist, spreading your thighs and shoving up your skirt, then his silky white hair tickles you as he sucks a perky nipple into his mouth. Most of your entire little breast is in his mouth, hot and eager, as he slides a hand up your inner thigh. "Oh my god... Sir-"
"Satoru. Fuck you taste good." He moans, sucking the other tiny peak into his mouth, and your head falls back, as you're wetter and wetter between your thoughts.
"Satoru... F-fuck!" You whine out, earning his pretty blue eyes looking up as he leaves red marks on your tits, as saliva drips from that long tongue running circles on your aereolas.
"You promise to never wear that bra again, you get to cum. And a raise. Gotta let me burn it." You giggle, breathlessly.
"But everyone else looked-"
"Only I get to look now. Yeah, sweets?" He raises a thin brow, before he's got fingers under your skirt, and you cry out when he's slipped two long fingers in your entrance. "Promise."
"Only y-you can look at them, Satoru." He moans, then he's curling his fingers, hitting your spot and making you soak his fingers down to his fancy gold watch and cufflinks. He then pulls your hips, ripping off your panties, and they join your bra. "Hey!"
"No panties, no bra. Now let me taste you everywhere." He purrs those words, hands squeezing your breasts as he kisses up your thighs, and you decide, you'll never be insecure about tiny tits again, not with Satoru Gojo licking his way to your hot, eager cunt.
You don't even need the raise.
Hehe hope you enjoyed, don't you dare wear that bra again!!
#gojo x reader#gojo smut#satoru x reader#jujustu kaisen#story requests#jjk gojo#jjk smut#gojou satoru x reader#smut#gojo x female reader#inbox
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Hey so what about naga yandere? That's been watching reptile obsessed darling from afar waiting for the right moment to pounce
Yandere Naga Loves to Watch Ophidiophobic You

**Ophidiophobia: intense and overwhelming fear of snakes
[Yandere! Naga x GN! Ophidiophobic! Reader]
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Daddy wakes up extra early in the morning so that he can slither out of his den and towards the edge of the forest, his green eyes honing in on a certain building that is within his view.
The window upstairs to the far left was lit up from the bedroom light, signifying that you were awake and getting ready for the day.
Daddy's heart raced in his chest as he listened to the heavenly noises of you humming to yourself as you showered and dressed up into your school uniform. And once you were all ready, you skipped out of the front door and started to walk to school.
As soon as his eyes landed on you, Daddy's face stretched out into a wide, cadaverous grin, his forked tongue flicking out of his mouth so that he could taste your scent.
"Good morning, Darling," he whispered, low enough so that you couldn't hear him from his hidden position, "today's going to be a good day."
He knew this too, because your backpack was packed a little more than usual, bulging out with your extra change of clothes because your Biology class was taking an overnight field trip to the local national forest where you'd be spending the night in the woods... which was in Daddy's territory.
"Soon," he promised you.
The very first time that Daddy had laid eyes on you, he'd been searching for a meal, and you had been wondering along one of the trails in the woods to take pictures of local wildlife for a class project.
He'd totally planned on eating you when he'd caught sight of your cute face, making him freeze in his hiding spot behind the trees. Instead of devouring you, he'd curiously watched as you wandered around the woods, treating nature with a sense of whimsy and respect, earning his devotion.
He'd immediately loved that you were a kindhearted soul and that you were a smol who was very adorable, and he'd wanted nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms and carry you off to his den to be all his.
There was just one tiny issue:
Daddy is a naga, and whereas his human half is very handsome by most standards and he looks very strong and gorgeously rugged, his lower half is that of a gigantic serpent that slithers silently about the woods as he stalks his prey. And you're a human who's very--
"AHHH! A snake!" you shrieked as soon as you caught sight of the tiny field snake that was about the size of a child's index finger. You took off sprinting down the road, flailing your arms wildly as you desperately tried to put as much distance between you and the baby snake as possible.
The snake looked up at Daddy confused, and he just shrugged at it, knowing that it meant no harm.
But still, Daddy was extremely disappointed that the love of his life has a phobia of snakes.
Granted this definitely was a damper on your relationship, Daddy refused to let you go. He made sure to watch you every chance he got, keeping a protective eye on you at all times. He could easily see your house from the forest, and made sure to slither around it in the dark, marking it with his scent so that other creatures knew that you were off limits.
He always followed you whenever you walked to school, hissing ferociously at any animal that was stupid enough to even think about charging at you.
You're his Darling, and Daddy can't wait until the two of you can finally be together.
But he's getting really impatient.
Which was why he was over the moon about your overnight school trip.
As the day progressed and you spent time in the forest with your classmates, Daddy made sure to be as close as he could. The park ranger/tour guide made things difficult, but he still managed to keep his distance while maintaining sight of you. You eagerly took in every word that you could on your trip, happily learning all about nature and the creatures that live in it.
Daddy made a mental note to take you on daily trips through the forest so that he can show you all the sights, after he steals you away.
As the day turns into night, Daddy watches as everyone go their cabins.
It's quiet for a while until he hears a little creaking emanating from your cabin, and the door swings open as you tiptoe out. You head towards the bathroom cabin that is at the end of the row of tiny cabins. There's no one else outside either.
Daddy's smile stretches out even more as he realizes that this is his chance. He slithers to the bathroom cabin and quietly waits by the door for you to exit.
"Gotcha," Daddy gleefully whispers the second you step foot outside.
He pounces and wraps his snake half around you, trapping your limbs at you side. With his human arms, he tightly wraps them around you, securing a tight hand over your mouth.
You start to panic over the feeling of a strong figure around you, but the panic turns into sheer horror as soon as you feel the smooth, scaly quality to the figure. You try to look downward, but it's really dark, preventing you from seeing much. Yet, the tightening squeezing sensation forces your imagination into overdrive and all you can think of is the most terrifying thing in the world:
Snake.
You try to thrash about as much as you can, desperate to get free. But it's useless.
Daddy is much, much stronger than you.
"Shh," Daddy coos in you ear. "It's okay, Darling. Daddy won't hurt you. Daddy's just gonna take you home with him. Okay?"
He doesn't wait for your answer, and instead starts to slither off into the dark forest at a high speed, his prize trapped tightly in his clutches.
Daddy has you, and he's never ever going to let you go.
You'll learn to love snakes, he'll make sure of it.
#yandere boyfriend#yandere boy#yandere daddy#yandere x reader#yandere x you#obsessive love#possessive boyfriend#asks#naga#yandere naga#naga x you#naga x reader#yandere naga x reader#yandere monster#yandere naga x you
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I said sometime ago that Matar Paneer has a bird friend. Behold
To summarize, since I already explained before and don't want to bore anyone: Paneer found him in a tree as a little peachick, tragically orphaned after his family was attacked, killed and eaten in their nest by a predator. Not wanting him to be alone, she brought him back home and fought for him to stay, to which her parents eventually agreed (Paneer does not take "no" for an answer ever). Besides Pepper Jack, he's her best friend in the whole world and they're practically inseparable.
Extra bird factoids:
Obviously, his physical appearance is extremely abnormal. Instead of the typical green, his train/display feathers are a bold and impressive mixture of reds, oranges and yellows; nothing but warm, vibrant colors that almost make him look as though he's catching fire. Furthermore, and perhaps even more strangely, he seems to be made up of triangles: triangular "eye" patterns in his feathers, triangular markings underlining his eyes, triangular crest feathers, even triangular pupils... No one is certain why he looks like this; it's mostly been waved away as a bizarre phenotypic mutation
He is also abnormally intelligent. He appears to understand human/cookie speech and even responds when directly addressed/conversed with (as much as he can, being a peacock). He understands photos, he recognizes himself in mirrors, he's even demonstrated some problem-solving/critical thinking skills a few times. Extremely impressive for an animal (esp for a peacock, which are pretty dumb irl)
He sits at the table with the rest of the family during meals. His first night with them after being taken in, Paneer set him down next to her plate so he could reach the food (he was super smol), which her parents didn't like. They argued about it until Paneer grabbed Paravani + her food and sat down to eat on the floor in protest (Paravani is family, family sits at the table, if he can't sit there then she can't, either), after which they caved (MP is STUBBORN you have to understand) and let him sit. He sat on the table proper while he was a chick and got his own chair when he grew large enough
Paneer considers him her friend and her equal and does not take kindly to him being referred to/treated as a pet
He mimics Paneer's actions often. Like, if she tilts her head to one side, he'll do the exact same thing. It's cute
Paravani is very curious and adventurous in nature, and normally quite friendly/approachable unless you give him a reason not to be. Even then, he's slow to anger and usually becomes skittish instead; to truly anger him, you have to hurt Paneer, whom he is very protective of
As a chick, he would hide in Paneer's hair when he was scared
He does get along well with the rest of the family - but while he got on with Pepper Jack and Golden Cheese right away (bird people + he could sense their kind natures immediately), he was terrified of Burning Spice for quite some time (it's mostly because of how he looks. He looks like a predator to him). It took a while of Spice deliberately appearing docile/nonthreatening and the others insisting that Spice is nice for Paravani to overcome his reservations. Nowadays he's as fond of Spice as he is everyone else
As I mentioned here, Matar Paneer takes after Kartikeya, Hindu god of war and victory and Shiva's second son. Kartikeya is known for having a peacock as a mount, named Paravani. Keeping in line with this, not only did I give Paneer a peacock as a companion, but one day, her Paravani will grow big enough for her to sit and ride around on, just like Kartikeya's. No one knows why this happens, either. It freaks a lot of people out. Once again his unique features are written off as "mutations + lol Beast-Yeast creature")
Matar Paneer always blames herself for his family's deaths. She thinks that, if she'd found them in time, she could've fended off the predator and saved them, and Paravani wouldn't have been orphaned. Giving him a home and good company was the absolute least she could've done for him...
#Shadow Milk is dying to study Paravani and all of his wonderfully bizarre attributes...#...but so far he's only been allowed to look at him + keep a couple of his train feathers#SM is very self-absorbed and inconsiderate towards Paravani and there are fears he will harm him in the name of “understanding” him#BS threatened to kill him + PV if he touches that bird so now he sticks to observing him with his eyeballs#also. meta note. I kept his name as Paravani bc I couldn't think of a more “Cookie Run” sounding equivalent lol#and I ended up liking “Paravani”. it's a pretty name. so that's the name he'll always have. consider it an easter egg haha#cookie run kingdom#burningcheese#goldenspice#matar paneer cookie#can you tell i had fun with the colors? haha#my amateurish skills are really apparent here... moreso than ever before i think#I'm no good at animals. or shadows/lighting. or much of anything#sorry i suck guys I'll get better eventually
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^^This is an older ask that I am now just answering.
Ok I did my best to screenshot the ask but since it was so long, it had to be cut up into different sections. I hope it’s still good tho 😅
Anywho, OMEGA FIREFLY IS SO CUTE. Shes so smol but mighty, and the fact that she simply vibrates with pure, raw, unfiltered honey badger energy for you is adorable. I do agree that omega x omega pairs are more looked down upon in comparison to alpha x alpha pairs, so Omega! Firefly and Omega! Asta have to put in a lot of work to defend your relationship from judgemental people.
Even though both you and Firefly/Asta are omegas, you both take turns defending each other from other alphas if either one of you get picked on. You’re getting hit on by a cocky alpha? Firefly is running up to you and rubbing her scent all over you, even though omega scents aren’t really that threatening. An alpha dared get close to you during your heat? Asta tries her best to mimic an alpha growl, even though it cracks a bit and sounds more like a small dog.
I also really love the idea of synthetic marking in this AU. Since we are in the world of HSR, technology is probably so advanced that alphas can mark other alphas and omegas can mark other omegas no problem. It might be a bit looked down upon because it’s not “traditional” but honestly it’s pretty much accepted at this point 🩷
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𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 ✧ 𝒅. 𝒔.
pairing: drew starkey x f!reader
warnings: fluffy fluff :) this is so sweet and soft y'all might get diabetes, you've been warned!!!!
word count: 0.8k (she smol)
some would say he is whipped, but drew likes to believe he’s just infatuated.
when he wakes up and you’re not next to him, his mood is slightly ruined, just because he’s been living for morning cuddles ever since you’ve started sleeping together. having your body so deliciously warm against his is such a treat.
you’re thirty years old, grow the fuck up!, he tells himself every single time he begins to act like a schoolgirl. the simple thought of you makes him giggle.
giggle!
sleeping on your bed is much better than sleeping on his, your sheets and pillows are softer and they smell nicer, like rosemary. you have such a pretty home, everything has its place. your furniture is carefully curated as is the art spread throughout the walls. the antique furniture combines well with the modern ones, it’s like being in a little fun paradise. or drew is just in love, one of the two. every time he comes back to his boring apartment, he gets annoyed.
the curtains are closed, but he can hear the soothing sound of the rain hitting the glass windows. he never wants to leave your bed, if he’s being honest.
the faint smell of freshly brewed coffee sneaks under the tiny space between the door and the floor, letting him know what you’re up to.
drew looks at the clock on your bedside table and it marks 7:36 in the morning. it’s so early! he is not a morning person, and it seems that you are, which makes him inclined to change that about himself, as he doesn’t want to spend a minute longer away from you.
you’re so stupid, get it together!, he scolds himself.
he puts on his underwear and pants and leaves your bedroom, only to find you at the small island that separates the kitchen from the living room, eating avocado on toast and drinking coffee in the tiny silk nightgown he took off from your body last night.
a soft jazz is playing through the speakers, making it all just feel perfect. the rain, the music, the smell of fresh coffee, you.
you’re truly a sight for sore eyes.
“there you are.”
“oh, hi! good morning!” you greet him with a smile.
it’s funny how physically attached he is to you — it’s almost like your body is a magnet. his arms are immediately around your figure and he’s buried in your skin, wanting to make up for lost time.
“good morning.”
“how was your sleep?”
“it was great until you left me.”
you can’t see his face, but can certainly feel his pout.
“it’s a good thing you’re an actor. put all this drama to good use, y’know.”
he laughs, and you melt. he’s so cute and hot. he sits next to you and you silently offer a bite of your toast, holding it in front of him, and he accepts it, bringing it to his mouth.
“i made coffee, but i also have tea if you want.”
“coffee’s good.” he says as he pours himself some in the empty cup you’ve separated for him.
it’s so nice to have a quiet, slow breakfast to the sound of rain and jazz. drew likes how comfortable he feels in your space, and how comfortable you feel with him. this is still new, but it also feels like it’s been forever.
“so, what are your plans for today?” he asks before taking a sip of coffee.
“does nothing count as a plan?”
he laughs as he nods, “it absolutely does.”
he sees that you’re done with your meal and promptly takes your plate and cups to the sink. you smile, observing him from your spot — even his back is stunning. he said he’s been going to the gym and you can tell he is. with every movement of his arms, his back muscles are doing things you don’t know, but you greatly admire.
you get up from your chair and stand behind him, putting your arms around his broad figure, resting your cheek against his skin. you love the teeny tiny little freckles he has in his shoulders, even though they’re from the lack of solar protection. you’ve gone to the beach with him a couple of times and this man will not put on sunscreen to save his life.
somehow drew makes skin damage look adorably hot.
“d’you wanna watch some movies today?” you ask, hoping he says yes, because you really don’t want him to leave.
he looks behind his shoulder with a grin, “only if we don’t watch any of my work.”
“listen, it’s your fault you’re in movies i might be interested in.” you playfully argue. “but fine, we can watch something else.”
you take him to the couch and once you’re both settled in, you let him pick what you’ll watch, but in truth, you don’t really care about it, you just want to spend some more time with him before he needs to leave and spend weeks away from you.
truly, you had no idea that dating an actor would be so difficult, you didn’t anticipate that you really would be falling for him this fast and that missing him feels unbearable at times, but he makes it sweeter.
he makes it worth it.
#my writings#drew starkey x you#drew starkey oneshot#drew starkey#drew starkey x reader#drew starkey imagine
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Lost Tonight <2>
LOLOLOLOLOLOL PART 2!!!! i got motivated again- kinda also Shin x reader- bro got a smol crush frfr <Part 1>
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Another successful day under your belt! You manage to take Momo to the vet, mark all your student papers and successfully helped 3 people with a pest problem. "Mrr." You hear momo grumble in her cat carrier "Again.. I'm sorry I tricked you Momo... but you needed your yearly shot. You sighed, as you felt a wave of guilt crashing into you.
As you were on your way home, you noticed a single red rose on your front door. "strange.." you mumble to yourself as you pick up the flower from the ground before heading into your apartment. Letting Momo free from her cat carrier, you couldn't help but admire the red rose left at your doorstep. 'Who left it here? Could it be the old lady next door? The flower shop owner you occasionally chat to?' You'd have to do some digging on your own, 'I could take this day to track down the culprit.' Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone ringing. 'Aoi Sakamoto' smiling at the identity of the caller, you quickly pick up
"Hey Aoi! What's up?" You chripped as you place the rose in a glass vase. "Y/N! I'm so glad you picked up my call!" Aoi cheerfully answered with a hint of worry in her voice. What's wrong?" You furrowed your eyebrows as concern came over you. "Ah! Nothing bad! We just have some new varieties of cat foods! Hana and Taro thought you might be interested in them!" She chimed happily "God... Aoi, you worried me..." "Ah! Sorry Y/N! But will you be right over?" You glance at the rose in the glass vase, your little investigation will have to wait. Besides, it's a good opportunity to get back on Momo's good side. "Y-yeah!! I'll be right over! See you!" You quickly hang up, a sigh leaves your lips as you go to grab your things. "Momo! I'll be heading out!" You call out to the black cat who shoots you a small glare. You can't help but chuckle at Momo's angry demeanour. "Love you too!" You quickly leave and make your way to Sakamotos.
~~~ Momo watches you leave and huffs before climbing up her cat tree to stare at the scenery outside, the quiet atmosphere lingered as Momo watches the peaceful movement of birds coming and going.
*Click* *click* The moment of silence was interrupted by the sound of someone fidgeting with the door knob. Momo turns her attention from the window to the door, expecting you to bust in crying and begging her to accept your apology. The door finally opens, revealing a tall raven-haired male in a light brown trench coat carrying a large metal case on his back. "Ah so this is her place of hiding hmm~?" Nagumo mumbles, looking around your apartment, simple yet cosy. Momo quickly perks up, happily approaching Nagumo as if he were a regular visitor "There's my cheeky girl!" Nagumo happy crouches down petting the black cat. "You've grown so big these past few years, hmm? Mama has been taking good care of you, huh?" Momo continues to rub her cheeks on Nagumo's hand. "But even after my absence I can still buy my precious daughter's love hmm?" Nagumo takes a couple of cat treats from his pocket, causing the black cat to beam with joy. With Momo successfully distracted, Nagumo seizes the opportunity to tour your apartment, nothing really catches his eyes, but one thing, a single red rose in a glass vase. "So she did put my little present on display!" Nagumo smiles and picks up the red flower, "you really haven't changed Y/N~"
~Flashback
There you were sitting on the top of a moving train reading your notes and enjoying the strong breeze whilst dodging Akao's multiple attempts at stabbing you with a combat knife. A Normal Day. "whatcha reading Y/N?" Akao chimes in happily, quickening her attempts at stabbing you. "Just reviewing for the test tomorrow" You respond, not looking from your notes, as you dodge each stabbing attempt with a swift motion. You flick a cigarette at Akao's direction. "Stop bothering me for 5 minutes." Akao stops and quickly puts a cigarette in her mouth "Really hung up on that test huh?" You nod, "I don't want Nagumo to get a higher test score than me." "Pfft you won't have to worry about that!" Akao mumbles while trying to light her cigarette, "Tch stupid thing-" Her sentence was interrupted by Nagumo lunging himself at both of you. Both you and Akao swiftly dodge his attack "Oops~! Looks like lover boy is here! I'll ask Sakamoto for a light!" Akao leaves both you and Nagumo alone, on top of the moving train. Nagumo slides up next to you holding a bouquet of an assortment of flowers. "Say Y/N~! Let's make it official huh-" His sentence was cut short as Nagumo dodges a slash resulting in the bouquet of flowers being decapitated. "I don't like flowers" You mumbled, flipping the page of your notebook. "Then~ What about these ones!" Nagumo pulls out another bouquet from his trench coat. A beautiful bouquet made from an assortment of different color roses. Looking up from your notebook, you give him a blank look as you launch a barrage of knife slashes at him, "Correction, I like flowers. I don't like you."
"I'll get you to like me one day~!" Nagumo smirks, causing you to roll your eyes and head inside the train to avoid the incoming train tunnel. Nagumo follows you suit, however he couldn't help but notice you didn't cut the heads of the red roses. 'So that's her favorite flower.' ~~End of Flashback You arrive at the Sakamoto's convenience store, you notice a large black spiral on the door and a man walking out clearly annoyed. Before the door could fully close, you slip your way in and to the back of the store, trying to find those cat treats Aoi mentioned. While you were searching for the cat treats, you overheard the Sakamotos comforting a young boy. You smile to yourself at how both you and Sakamoto changed. Grabbing a few treats and heading for the counter, a young blonde man in what looks to be his early 20s, backing away from Sakamoto. "W-WAIT! IT'S ME SHIN! I USED TO WORK FOR YOU! WHY IS KILLING ME THE FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT OF?!" Shin holds his hands on his face and immediately backs away, blocking you from the cash register. "Excuse me. You're in my way, " you whispered in the blonde's ear, causing him to jump and back away from you. "s-sorry." "Oh! Y/N! I didn't hear you come in!" Aoi smiles "Oh! you found the cat treats!" "Yeah. I did! I hope Momo will like them" You smile and walk over to the cash register. "Ms. Y/N!" Hana and the young boy exclaim and run up to hug you "Why Isn't Momo with you??" The two kids look at you with worry in their eyes. "don't worry about Momo... She's back home resting after a visit from the doctor.. She'll be back soon enough," You give the kids a reassuring smile as you pay for the cat treats. In the corner of your eye, you couldn't help but feel a lingering gaze from behind you. You turn around only to find Shin staring at you as if he were in a trance, as if he'd been struck with one of your poison pens. You thought of how easy it would be to sneak up behind him and stab his neck. Before you could say anything, he immediately jumps using both of his hands to cover his neck. "WHY DO YOU BOTH KEEP THINKING OF KILLING ME" You casually take the plastic bag filled with treats from Aoi and turn to Sakamoto, "clarvoient?" you casually asked him, putting the change in your pocket. Sakamoto nods, as you make your way to the door "Well that's new.. Shin was it?" You ask, looking back at the blonde male, who nodded, still covering his neck with his hands. "It was nice to meet you! Hope to see you around" You smiled and wave goodbye to everyone before leaving. "See you Y/N!" Aoi exclaims "Bye Ms. Oshitari!" Hana waves you goodbye. ~~ "So the Rumors are true! That you retired as a hit man and opened up a store." Shin mumbled, "Though.. I never expected that rumor of the JAA's head poison researcher to be alive either." Sakamoto crosses his arms and looks away ~~Flashback "Y/N. You should change your name" Sakamoto mumbles, handing you a can of soda. "eh. I'll live with it. There are a lot of people with the same name so it wouldn't be an issue." You sigh, cracking the soda can open. "And besides, according to the newspaper.. The explosion was so bad it burnt almost all of the information about me. I highly doubt it was a gas leak that did all of that. Though I could be wrong." You sigh, playing with the rim of the can. 'It's best to lay low for now. That gas leak was clearly just a cover up' you quickly push away all those negative thoughts picking at your brain. You're given a new chance at life, away from the JAA. "And if a person were to find me, so what? I can take them in a fight!" You exclaim, holding up your soda can. "Don't forget the number one rule." "pfft! I won't forget! Wouldn't want you and Aoi to split up! I will be a good aunt!" ~~ Flashback ends "So That's what she's like... " Shin Mumbles feeling a blush making its way on his cheeks, just as he's about to be lost in his thoughts, an image of Sakamoto stabbing him appeared. "QUIT KILLING ME IN YOUR MIND!"
#nagumo x reader#nagumo yoichi#yoichi nagumo#sakamoto days anime#nagumo sakamoto days#sakamoto days#nagumo x you#cringe#cringeposting#nagumo x female reader#reader x canon#oc#shin sakamoto days#sakamoto days x reader
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Salvation
In another parallel universe, the legend was retold. The God of Sea and his bride has A heart so great that it holds the power to bring Lemuria back to its olden days glory. The bride however, is untouchable. If so, who is going to be salvaged?
Here comes the parallel universe ending! I know it was long awaited, but thank you for waiting patiently as all of my written stories are planned meticulously hence it takes up a LOT of time.
Read the start of this series: Damnation
Read the sequel of the Damnation: Retribution
Warnings: Angst, Spoilers for Rafayel Lore, Character Deaths, Gore and Blood (tbh its a common theme for this series already). A little bitty suggestive heh cause my hormones are raging for this man. Smol surprise at the end :)
"Tomorrow marks the day." Rafayel's slender fingers ran through y/n's curls, a smile slowly stretched across her lips, her cheeks evidently turning rubescent under the moonlight's sheen. "Tomorrow is the day I shall bring you to visit Lemuria." The purple haired god laid next to his soon-to-be bride, on her bed, in her chambers. The thing he could do to her right here and right now were endless. And none of them involved any items of clothing. That was how much the young god was holding himself back.
The smile on her face never faded, as her small hands reached up to cup both sides of his cheeks, his face warm and soft to her touch. "I can't wait. Hearing all of those stories from you, no pictures nor drawings could possibly compare to the reality of seeing your kingdom with my own eyes." She said, eyeing Rafayel glistening under the moonlight, the shadow on his face does not cover up his ethereal looks. Rafayel leaned in closer to her, his breath mingled against her cheeks. "You know we should not kiss until tomorrow, right?"
Her reminder of the pre-wedding taboo made him grunted, his lips formed an immediate pout and he threw his head back, clearly frustrated. "I should be the one to ban such traditions next time." He grumbled, but calmed down to look at her when her hands cupped his cheeks again, thumbs smoothing over his chiselled jawline. "How could one possibly live with not kissing their bride the day before their wedding?"
His childlike remark made her giggled. "Your people had done it for ages, and I figured it would only be right if we were to go along with such customs. As I shall be the first mortal bride afterall. I do not wish to upset any of your merfolks." She raised her hand up, surrendering herself and Rafayel leaned forward to hug her tight within his arms. Laughters erupted from the both of them.
When they looked into each other's eyes, their laughters slowed down, mesmerised by one another's gaze. Y/n could barely believe that this very moment is happening to her. It felt like yesterday when she had rescued Rafayel from the sandy shores and released him back into the ocean after he had promised to return to her some day. Now, here they are, awaiting for a grand wedding tomorrow, an official bond to be tied between the God of the Sea and his mortal bride.
The once cherubic looking Rafayel had grown into the dashing young god he is today. With misty purple locks that are naturally wavy---although he constantly claimed that it was the sea water that turned it wavy. Eye colour a mixture of lilac purple and lapis blue, that could change colour depending on the lighting and his mood. A personality that not many can and would want to handle given his nonchalant-ness. Mixing in good looks and his non-chalant attitude, he is like walking trouble amongst mortals.
But she knew Rafayel better than anyone. She knows the way he talks, although condescending to some, she knows that he is not just a talker, but also a doer. He nags her over the smallest of things, be it her dress colour not matching her lip colour for the day or whatnot; she knows that he cares for everything, even for the smallest of details. He yaps like he knows what he wants and gives off the vibe of an independent individual, but deep down, he is just a needy young man, seeking for her constant comfort, validation, love and affection.
These are just some of the small characteristics of Rafayel that made her fall for him even more. She watched as Rafayel inched in, his lips aligned with hers. But before she got to utter a word, he quickly moved his lip upwards and pressed a big kiss onto her forehead. "If I could not kiss your lips, I would just have to settle for kisses on your forehead and cheeks then." He teased her and continued barraging her face with kisses. Their laughters for the night were endless.
Rafayel sat at the edge of her window sill, turning around to watch her as she was fast asleep, her brunette hair messily tousled all over the bed, but she looked picturesque, with the silvery moonlight painted across parts of her face and the steady breathing of her chest made her a living art in Rafayel's eyes. "I shall see you later, my beloved bride." Not wanting to wake her in her slumber, he dived into the water below.
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"Your highness! Stop running so quickly!" The maid, Natasha cried out, struggling to keep up with the bride's quick feet. "Your dress might get dirty and unkempt! And I did not receive any other gowns from them!" Sadly, the maid was the only one who gave her blessing to y/n's marriage. The king and queen could care less as long as Rafayel kept their pockets loaded with gold.
"Come on Natasha, lessen the apprehension, would you?" The bride slowed down her footsteps and turned to flash her maid a wide smile. "Today is a big day after all and I know, everything is going to be alright." Seeing the bride's grin, Natasha sighed in defeat and trotted behind the bride, exhausted but still anticipating to watch the union ceremony.
When they arrived near the sea stacks, Natasha handed her a red velvet box. Upon opening the latch, the box opened to reveal a veil, one woven from silk that could only be harvested from sea anemones that grow in the far West, the ones that only glow during the winter times. The veil was translucent, with an iridescence of silver glow whenever the light refracted off of its material. The crown that goes around her head is made out of pearls that were harvested from oysters that could only be found in the southern region of the seas. Collected and crushed by the merfolks and infused with a rare blue gem that only Lemurians possessed to create the crown for the veil.
The veil shorts of nothing extravagant, as expected of the God of Sea's taste. Rafayel ensured that this veil was done 6 months prior to the wedding as he does not appreciate any mishaps especially when it is related to his bride. Y/n took the veil out of the box and she carefully placed it on top of her head, Natasha going behind her to dust off the excess sand off of the back of the wedding gown. She also took the time to adjust the veil behind y/n's head, wanting to make sure everything is in place before the ceremony begins.
"It has to be perfect. Perfect." She remembered the way Rafayel nodded his head towards her, spelling the word PERFECT to her just so she could understand him. But Natasha caught him the moment he said the first sentence. Although she just waved him off that time, she knew that on the day of the wedding, Rafayel is the last person she would want to upset. Who knows what would happen to her if she made him upset. The thought itself sent a shudder down her spine.
"How do I look?" Y/n turned to face Natasha and the maid's heartwarming gaze gave her just the answer she needed to hear indirectly. "I can't wait for this Natasha." She held onto the maid's hands tightly. Horns started blaring loudly and the two women looked towards the sea stacks together. The sun rise made the sea blended in with the sands on the shore, the saturated warm glow casted upon the surface of the waters a sight to behold indeed.
Trumpets and choirs joined in with the blaring of the horns and y/n knew it was time for her to present herself walking towards the sea stacks. "Your Highness, your bouquet. Don't forget it." The maid shoved a bouquet of flame lilies and the bride muttered a thanks, hastily holding onto the bouquet before she stepped out from the backs of the huge rock.
The appearance of the bride made the merfolks gasped in awe, the off-shoulder wedding dress was made out of fine silk, and it did a great job in outlining her bodyline and curves perfectly. Her dress cut off at the mid of her thighs, but a big ribbon was attached to her right hip, aiding in the aesthetic and transitional fabric from fine silk to a chiffon tail. The tail of the dress was completely see through, with droplets of diamonds sewn on it. The bride glowed under the ray of the sun and nobody could have dreamed of a better start to a wedding.
Rafayel emerged from the waters, in his mundane form of course, riding on top of two orcas and he was delivered right onto the top of the sea stacks. His clumsy stumble made her giggled, hands going up to cover her mouth. Rafayel donned a full white suit, with a swallow tail at the back of his tuxedo, his hair neatly styled, probably with the help of his people. And the left side of his pocket peeked a corsage with flame lilies, same as the ones she has as a bouquet in her hands.
Upon seeing his bride, Rafayel was enthralled at her beauty, his jaw dropping slightly ajar before one of the merman spit water at him thus he only managed to snap himself back to reality, glaring at the merman who spat at him as he reached up to wipe the stain off of his sleeves. Not like the water did anything to his outfit either, but he had to be sure of it. It is their big day after all.
"Ain't this my bride." Rafayel said confidently when he walked to the edge of the sea stacks, reaching out his hand to her, for her to take so he could guide her onto the sea stacks. "Careful, I do not wish for my bride to be unable to walk before the grand night tonight, yeah?" His wink made her face flushed instantly and she smacked his arm playfully.
Standing next to him, she felt like everything was set in stone for her finally. She got to marry the one that she had always been in love with and she will be one of the very first mortals to visit this forbidden land under the waters. "Here, we rejoice in each other's company. One of merfolk and the other of mortal." Amund, Rafayel's trusty friend took the opportunity to solemnize the wedding.
"This moment shall mark the first of its kind in mortal and merfolk's history. A reunion to be witnessed between the God of the Sea, Rafayel, and his bride, a mortal. y/n. Shall there be any objections towards this blessed reunion..." Amund trailed off, eyes scanning the crowd, both in the waters and the only human on land before he continued. "You shall not be entertained." His sentence took everyone by surprise and everyone shared an understanding laughter. "Hence, Rafayel, would you take y/n to be your beloved wife? Through all suffrage, illness and happiness?"
Rafayel nodded, facing her and confidently saying. "I will always say yes to that. For I will love you for ages to come."
"How about you y/n, would you accept the God of the Sea, Rafayel's intentions of having to love you through all?" You immediately nodded and Amund shouted. "This reunion is blessed, you may kiss the bride!" Rafayel's lip immediately pressed against his bride's, the kiss shared between the two erupted a huge reaction from the crowd. Claps and whistlings and shoutings could be heard from all directions. The choir then resumed its melody when Rafayel pulled back from her lips. "Y/N?" His smile faltered as he watched his bride's irises had turned into a shade of blood red, matching the same colour of the liquid that was oozing out of his chest, staining his white suit into crimson red.
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Y/N jolted awake in her own bed, beads of sweat littered all across her face. Running her palms across her face, surprised that her face is cold to her touch despite the current season is far from winter. Reaching over to her bedside drawer, she fetched her goblet and drank the contents of it.
A couple of knocks could be heard from her oak door. "Come in." The door slowly opened to reveal one of the maids, Clarrice. The red head walked in, silver tray in her hand, ready to be served to the princess. She bowed partially as a sign of respect, then placed the tray by the highness' study table before she walked over to pull open the heavy drapes of the curtains to reveal the warm sun rays shining in from the windows.
"It seems like your highness has chosen to sleep in today, hence I had drawn your curtains whilst you were in deep slumber." Clarrice smiled, her pink thin lips a contrast to her pale complexion, brown freckles strewn like constellations on her face. Y/N sat on the bed, eyebrows knitted together, not being able to figure out why Natasha is not greeting her as per usual. Given Natasha was the maid that was specifically assigned to care for the princess.
"Have you seen Natasha anywhere?" The princess questioned, taking another sip out of the goblet in her hand. Milk cold to the inside of her mouth, when the princess had always been accustomed to warm milk in the morning.
"Your highness, Natasha was nowhere to be found within her chambers at dawn." When the maid replied, she watched the princess' eyes narrowed and nervously added on. "It seems like Natasha had left the palace in a hurry. All of her items remained within her chambers, including her uniform. All that was missing was her common outfit. She could have left for the farmers market?" The hesitation in the maid's tone does not sit right with y/n.
"You may head on with your day now. Thank you." The princess spoke promptly and the maid hurried out of the chambers. Placing the goblet back onto the bedside drawer, y/n started retracing the dream she had earlier on. All she remembered from her memory was her being at a beach...the beach near the sea stacks!
The princess catapulted herself off of the bed, still in her outfit. Her outfit. She did not noticed the outfit she had on while she was in bed. She is wearing a gown. Specifically a fancy one, one would wear for a wedding. Wedding ceremony. Natasha. Rafayel. When the pieces started to piece together, so did her heart rate quickened. Raising her hands to her vision, she caught sight of splatters of crusted liquid on her palms, a brownish shade with specks of what seems to be blue fairy dust.
Realisation hit her with a truck and she grabbed the rope and tossed it out of her window, sliding down it as fast her hands would allow her to, the pain of the rope burn unregistered into her senses. Guards at this hour were most likely deployed to their stations within the towers hence allowing her escape all the more easier. Once her feet touched the ground, she ran with her bare feet and went out through the gardens behind the palace that leads her straight towards the seas.
Her bare feet carried her past the sandy shores, the strong currents of the sea breeze accompanying her speed. Coming across the huge rock that leads towards the sea stacks, she slowed down her footsteps, seeing bloody imprints on the sand, foot prints that belong to a human.
When she came to the sea stacks, the scene in front of her made her heart stopped beating for a good while. There laid Natasha, on the shore, with a pool of red replacing her shadow. Some parts of her blood on the shore were darkened, a natural occurrence of oxidation of the bodily fluids. The princess screamed for her maid, her friend, and ran towards her, tears uncontrollably rushed down her cheeks. She turned the maid over, only to find the young maiden was covered in stab wounds all across her torso. "Who did this to you?!" She shouted in agony, pulling the deceased into her arms as she cried, while cradling her friend.
"Y/N...." A voice cut through her cries and the nightmare does not end. "Y/N..." Just when she thought she had to suffer losing Natasha, she was met with the image of the God of the Sea, her beloved husband, her forever lover, laid on the sea stacks, blood emitting from the side of his mouth, his eyes losing their usual glow as he tried to call out to her. "RAFAYEL!" The princess cried, laying her friend down carefully onto the sand before she rushed over to Rafayel's side, stumbling her way up the sea stacks and having barnacles cutting into her skin. Yet again, her physical pain were not registered to her senses as of this moment. "RAFAYEL!" Her cries were unstoppable now, eyes turning bloodshot as she pulled her lover into her arms. "What happened?! I will go and get help..."
As she wanted to stand up to leave, Rafayel grabbed ahold of her hand and she regained the memory of the actual cause behind the happening.
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The vision was murky but she could clearly hear a conversation taken place between two individuals. It seemed to take place within a cave, a female figure, with a singular eel-like tail and a merman, were having a talk. "If she remains untouchable, your kind shall perish." The feminine voice spoke, long, crooked fingers holding onto a round, translucent ball with spikes on it. She seemed to be studying the ball as she spoke. "Eradicating either one might be beneficial for you, as long as the heart is willing to be given."
"Does this mean I have to kill off the God? With my own hands?" The merman spoke, hesitation laced in his voice.
"Do not fret." The woman chanted a spell and a blue pearl appeared within her fingertips. "The mighty gem of Lemurians right? Infuse this with the crown that you would be making for her and the spell shall happen upon their kiss of rejoice, as husband and wife." She handed the blue pearl to the merman and added. "At least now, you won't get your hands dirty."
The merman kept the pearl in his pouch then placed a huge woven basket in front of the woman, a compensation of sorts for her 'service'. The merman turned to exit the caves and y/n gasped when she realised that the merman was Amund.
Her vision then flashed forward towards the moment when she wore the veil. Upon kissing Rafayel, she immediately got possesed by an unknown force, but an entity of evil origins. A dagger was summoned into her hands out of thin air and she stabbed Rafayel right in the heart with it. Y/n screamed out, but her voice was muted, playing the role of a bystander as the vision continued unfolding itself. The God of the Sea was taken aback as he had never thought he would be killed by his very own sworn lover.
His eyes looked into hers. Pupils blown out of the usual proportion before he spat out blood, splatters of it hitting her wedding gown and her face, but the possessed bride was unfazed. Merfolks were horrified as they hurriedly scattered into the seas. For an entity so evil that dares to challenge the God of the Sea, the merfolks know that they are powerless against this possessed individual, be it a mundane. So they chose to flee, hoping that the warrior amongst them, the longest friend of Rafayel's, would come to the rescue.
But Amund just stood by the shore, now in his human form, as he watched the blatant massacre happening right in front of him. A small smirk creeped up onto his face when he knew right then and there, the future of his people are secured. The foregone of a God shall mean one or two of the foretold endings. The princess willingly sacrifices herself to save Lemuria as she knew how much Lemurians mean to Rafayel. Or Amund shall dig the heart out of her if she chooses to be selfish. All with the end goal of him being viewed as the hero, salvaging Lemuria from its end days.
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The vision ended, with y/n in shock, eyes staring blankly at Rafayel's body in her arms. The God of Sea finally letting his tears run astray, flowing down his cold and blanched face when his bride slowly came to her own realisation. The young god had once told his bride about the specialty of her heart, for he had given half of his heart to her when they made a promise during their first meet.
That moment, Rafayel summmoned a small blue fish within his palms, stating that blue fishes are emissaries of the sea, but he lied partially, knowing the moment she wanted to release him back into the ocean, he had fell in love with her and was sure that she will be the one. Hence, a bonding vow was made without her knowledge, and part of his heart was given to her as a contribution of his love.
The princess turned out to be the bait, the bait to kill Rafayel when he least expected it, just so Amund could gain the heart of either the God or the bride and to return glory to Lemuria. But Rafayel, although wanted to marry a mundane, had never once thought of abandoning his kind. His plan was to bring her to live with him within Lemuria, and with both of their hearts within the vicinity of one another, it could restore glory to Lemuria and no bloodshed would take place. And obviously, this plan was only known to the God of Sea himself. As a God only does what is best for his people and his actions shall reap what he sows.
"Im sorry!" Y/N's lips are only wired to speak these two words, body shaking and voice hoarse, mentally and physically pained, watching the dying God in front of her eyes. "I can't do this without you, Rafayel." Her hands cupped his cheeks, his blood painting her palms in red. "Please don't leave me..." She continued begging. "I could never forgive myself...Please don't go...."
"I am here...I will always be here..." The bride's cries would not stop, eyes avoiding his as she knew that he was stating the opposite of what he actually meant. Until her eyes landed on the dagger that was laid beside Rafayel. The same dagger that she had used to stab Rafayel in his heart, and the same dagger that Amund had used to kill Natasha as to eliminate any witnesses. Rafayel's eyes caught on eventually, but with him on the verge of death, he was physically unable to stop her.
He watched his bride, with eyes widened in terror while choking onto his own blood, trying to form words. "I love you." Were her last words before she stabbed herself with the dagger, right into her chest as well, where his and her heart lies. What comes afterwards was her choking and simultaneously spitting blood right out of her mouth, a sign of her haemorrhaging.
If nobody could take his heart, she shall not give up hers as well. A smile of relieve dawned on her face, the rosiness of her cheeks gradually fading as crimson tears replaced the redness of her cheeks. For she is a mundane, she could not hold on any longer like how Rafayel did, as it takes a while for a God to be fully bled dry.
Her whole body fell limply, like a puppet torn from its strings, and her face landed right in front of Rafayel, forehead touching his. The last breath the God of Sea took, was surrounded by the sounds of the clashing waves, basked within the warmth of the sunrise, his lifeless eyes stayed open, tear streaks are the only colours apparent on his pale face, just like his bride's.
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Hundreds of years had passed. Linkon city's renowned museum held a grand exhibition, displaying all there is for one to know about the hidden city Lemuria, and its people, Lemurians. The exhibition featured paintings, artworks, artifacts and even 'theoretically-accurate' skeletal structures of the Lemurians. As this exhibition, does run on nothing factual but relying heavily on theories and legends arising from sea explorers.
Y/n held an information pamphlet in her hand, browsing the exhibition before she stopped at one of the large paintings with the title 'God of the Sea'. The painting featured a merman, a tail with two fins for the bottom half of his torso, while the upper is made of a man. Her eyes glanced over at the God of the Sea's face, a fish head that looked all too similar to a sardine fish.
"Don't you think this artwork is suspicious?" A voice travelled from beside her, the tone of the sentence laced with disgust. "In fact, I think this whole exhibition is a total scam." Y/n turned her head to face the source of the voice. A towering young man stood next to her, wearing a white V-neckline shirt and paired with a pair of black slacks and black dress shoes, his midriff secured with a wide belt. "What do you say?" He turned his head to face her, his dusky purple hair matching the shade of his purplish-pinkish-bluish eyes. A smile evidently plastered on his handsome features.
"Who are you to say that?" Y/n crossed her arms across her chest, raising her eyebrows.
"The name's Rafayel." He confidently spoke, eyes glinting with amusement. "Anyways, mind grabbing a cup of coffee with me?"
... DUN DUN DUN!
And this shall officially mark the end for the pain! The story although still had mentions of angst and still caused some evident damage to your hearts, but I made sure I shall give you guys a good ending okay! Do not confuse this timeline with Damnation and Retribution as those are coexisting with this current timeline. SO yes! If you paid enough attention the details, the sea stacks... the sea witch blah blah..... IT IS ALL INDIRECTLY CONNECTED (depending on how you piece it based on your understanding). But yes, my story is written in this specific manner because I purposely wanted the worlds to be connected!
I really really hope you guys had enjoyed this series as I shall be writing more series as such in the future, either with Zayne or Xavier so please stay tuned for that!
If you could, drop me comments on what you think about this story as well! Even if it hurts you, makes you wanna smack yourself (pls dont do that), or whether it leaves you unfazed, I am nosy and I wanna know how this series has affected you mentally! Check out my other works as well on my page!
Wardrobe Malfunction ft LNDS boys
You forgetting a date with the boys *gasps in horror*!
Thank you for reading this series of mine. LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCHIES, MUACKS <3
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace x reader#rafayel love and deepspace#lnds#rafayel sfw#rafayel x reader#zayne love and deepspace#xavier love and deepspace#rafayel angst
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How much does Alek approve of each RO? What do the ROs think of a people-pleasing MC? MC treats their own wound. ROs reaction to sick MC, who insists on going on missions. RO's MBTI Favourite cuddle positions MC crowns RO with a flower crown MC's upcoming wedding with someone other than RO MC comes home with a kitten ROs first wake up next to MC ROs catch someone hit MC ROs reaction to MC on fake dating mission (with someone else) Fake dating aftermath (Taj and Umbra) Fake dating mission with RO ROs reaction to a flustered or calm MC ROs reaction to possessed MC Would the ROs lie to keep MC? How would ROs react to spell on MC, making them think their father is there? If MC was a worm, would the ROs still love them? ROs help a scared MC with knife wound MC nearly dies but recovers How long for the ROs to get over MC's death? MC returns to life Would ROs kill MC to stop the rumbling? ROs return home to find MC in bed in their clothes MC hides injuries from RO If MC became a mind reader for the day, what would they hear from the RO's? How do ROs deal with a spider?
MC has a concussion. How do the ROs keep them awake? MC is hit by a curse that gives them cat ears and tail. What do the ROs do? MC flinches in an argument. "I can hold the entire world in my hands! Want to see?" ROs reaction to super self-sacrificial MC How do the ROs sleep when they are alone vs with MC MC gets amnesia and doesn't remember ROs Nicknames ROs last words to MC How susceptible are the ROs to MC's puppy eyes? How do the ROs go about unwinding after a long day? MC is sick. How do the ROs care for them? Characters tasty treats of choice ROs reaction to MC forgetting morning kiss MC makes up for forgetting morning kiss "If your feelings are sincere, show me with a kiss." MC is painfully oblivious to flirting RO route tropes ROs help an MC who refuses to go to sleep
MC dies in ROs arms MC says ROs deserve better ROs reaction to MC, who is scared of thunderstorms ROs opinion of MC with body piercings ROs heights ROs music choices MC ignores ROs for 24 hours challenge ROs reaction to non-combat MC insisting on fighting MC defends the ROs I want a baby meme ROs reaction to realising they are in love Shy MC runs over to help with ROs wounds ROs reaction to MC kissing their cheek for the first time ROs reaction to a "hickey" that is a bug bite How ROs reassure pregnant MC Which RO would propose first/who believes in marriage ROs reaction to drunk MC saying "I have a partner, so back off." MC plans a romantic birthday ROs hobbies
MC cries in front of RO ROs love languages Use a GIF to hint at route ROs accidentally hurt MC in an argument ROs opinion on Ruth ROs reaction to MC's nightmares ROs favourite place to kiss or be kissed ROs reactions to MC being hit on MC wears ROs clothes ROs reaction to someone saying, "do they mind sharing?" about MC ROs jealousy levels MC getting jealous of RO ROs ages ROs voices ROs clothes choices
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"You want to kiss/fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid." Cat collar misdelivery Shoulder bite Smol MC wears ROs clothes after shower Which ROs could be patient whilst MC explored their body Bed breaks during sexy time ROs reaction to marking MC and being marked ROs reaction to shy MC, who wants to intimate MC is too sensitive MC is hit with a curse Someone brags about having sex with MC (they were turned down) Someone brags about having sex with MC MC wraps themselves in ribbons MC gives RO bedroom eyes ROs reactions to being walked in on during intimacy ROs have NSFW dream about MC MC sleeping naked ROs kinks
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I just want sth fluff right now... How about a week with the kings (plus Lucifer) turn into a smol boiiii (still chosen between their mind still normal or a completely child).
Hehe wonder if the whole kingdom would turn upside down because of the mother side of MC :3 (like they're a really good mother/caretaker/...)
(ok I'm sorry for the grammar, english is not my first language 🥹🥹)
Thank you for waiting anon, and don't worry I understood what you meant!
MC being a caretaker for our kings when they suddenly get turned into toddler versions of themselves is so much fun to think about honestly. They were probably all just little menaces'~
Lead in: Uh oh, a strange spell has come across Hell! For a week in springtime, it seems that a certain tree has spread pollen and affected only certain devils, that being the kings...and now they're? young devils? They have physically regressed in age to that of a small child (each king looking different based on the amount of pollen they inhaled). Let's see how MC will fare having to be a caretaker for them!
Satan: He's so mischievous, getting into everything and breaking things. And who knew a devil this age would still be teething with all of his teeth in?! There's bite marks in the furniture, the curtains, just about everything. He's also got a mouth on him, and plays pranks often. Sitri is being driven mad, and Ppyong has been chewed on like a toy far too much. Here comes MC to the rescue! They can't really discipline him that well, but they are firm by wrapping him up in a thick blanket burrito so he can move. He's a bit feisty and likes to test MC, but that's nothing for them. Though they had to be careful when feeding him or he's liable to take off their fingers in the process. The entire week goes well, and thankfully MC doesn't have to change any diapers. But...Satan purposely doesn't aim for the toilet so the walls are uh...quite filthy. Good thing this was only for a week and Gehenna is back to somewhat of normalcy.
Mammon: Thankfully, when he was turned into a small devil again he didn't inhale too much of the pollen resembling a 10 year old boy. As a child, Mammon was sick a lot and had to be monitored. He was just as curious and still didn't have that filter. So for the most part he was self sufficient. MC still needed to be there for him just to make sure he doesn't get himself hurt. And now that he's got MC to care for him, he gets in his feelings, still remembering everything that happened to him before...he clings to MC, often cuddling and being silent. Sometimes even crying. MC getting to see him this emotional more often is a nice change of pace as he seems to just bury his emotions more often as an adult. MC even sings to him, reads to him, and lets him sleep in the same bed with a few stuffed toys. When the week is over, he's back to himself but there's something slightly different about him now. It seems that maybe, his inner child has healed just a little.
Beelzebub: For whatever reason, he's a toddler, and just as rambunctious and destructive. His powers are still quite strong, and are out of control. Bael thought he couldn't get work done then? He certain can't now. Paperwork drawn on with crayon, puddles of acid spit, random half eaten piles of food...and hide and seek seems to be his favorite game that turns into a disaster when he's hiding in one of the many ADULT clubs in Aybssos. It's up to MC to help rangle in this small devil and fast. They prepare pre-made snacks of his favorite foods, the games that MC comes up with are good enough for his short attention span and fun enough to repeat multiple times of the day, a large room where he can color on the walls and crawl on them even, and well he can even use the targets added in for practice with aiming his acidic spit. It's a full time job looking after Beel, but MC has it done. It was also the most difficult week for everyone at the palace. Worst part is...Beel doesn't remember anything once he's back to normal.
Leviathan: You'd assume that looking over a small Levi would be easy. Um, it's not. Him being back at that age that he was brings back horrible memories of when he was in Heaven in the devil camps. He's lashing out on all the citizens of Hades, even his nobles, paranoia, nightmares, not wanting to come out of his coffin nor eat. It's a mess. MC has a lot of work cut out for them, but they go into this with grace and patience. Levi doesn't trust them, and MC has the bruises and scratches to prove it. But slowly through the week, he starts to calm down, though still independent. The only other noble MC has to worry about is Orias who has been trying to take advantage of this situation. But it seems that Levi's innocence deters him (and MC protecting Levi) The last half of the week, Levi is now sleeping with MC inside the coffin so his nightmares aren't as bad. He's even played a couple games with them, and held their hand just out of nowhere. When he's back to normal, he doesn't admit to anything that happened with MC while they were there, denying pretty much everything. But he's closer to MC now after the event. At least Hades is back in working order!
Lucifer: SMALL ANGEL LUCI??? When MC had the prevleige of seeing him this way, he's very much adorable. His wings have temporarily returned, but they're tiny, just itty bitty. His hair is fluffy, eyes wide and full of wonder, and his halo is so bright and cheery. This a different side of Luci that must have died over time being in Heaven. But during this time he's very quiet, likes to cling on MC, and his nobles, riding on their backs and asking for snacks and angel milk. Gamigin helps MC the most, the jingling of his staff actually being soothing to small angel Luci. Paradise Lost though for the entire week was just as it was before. Mostly peaceful, nothing important going on other than this. The week turns out to be pretty easy for MC in watching him. When he's back to normal, he kindly asks MC to never mention what they saw to anyone. His nobles also will die with this secret. MC feels important, knowing that even Luci's own brothers have never seen him that young.
Belphegor: Huh...well it seems the pollen has turned Belphie into a baby. And even when he's sleeping, he causes alot of problems for Nifelheim. His little baby snores causes earthquakes, he also soils his diaper during his sleep even though he's only been drinking milk....those diaper changes are near radioactive. When he wakes up and cries to be fed it's like a high pitched ear splitting cry. At least the best part is when he's asleep, in a deep deep sleep? No thing happens. And thankfully, he was asleep for the majority of the week. There was only once where MC had to deal with him awake and he was cranky the entire time. Non-stop crying, hair pulling, and demanding that Beleth holds him as he was biting his arm with his gums to teeth. Beleth did well, he and MC acting like a married couple while watching him. The week may have been over and done and he was back to normal, but goodness. Maybe it's a good thing he was sleeping for majority of his life until recently. Him being awake as a young devil is a pain.
Asmodeus: It's rumored that no one has seen Asmo as a young devil. Well that changed when MC got to watch him. He's...a lot less horny as a small devil which is a relief. He was still mischievous, and often hinted wanting milk from MC even though they had no ability to breastfeed/produce milk. But it was strange that he would ask that when he's...a young child devil. Oh, well maybe he was starting his puberty early. But it's no matter, his charming abilities were still working all to well meaning that MC spoiled him with pretty much attention and affection. He was still very behaved and would often be reading or writing something in a journal. MC partially wishes he could be like this all the time and wondered where all that horny energy came from even as the embodiment of lust. Maybe he'd tell her later when he was back to normal. Abaddon didn't change much at all in his absence, the guards holding things down as per usual.
#whb#jwhbasks❓#whb kings#whb headcanons#young kings!#i really hope the reason they changed made sense here lol#jwhbrequests📬
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Managed to track down two of the GoH Cutie Mark Crusaders by finding them in a mixed lot, and I can't get over how cute they are.
Look at them. They're so smol.
They were missing their tails and wings, so I also bought their Funko mini versions, and used those to replace these parts. I used UV resin to add pegs, then painted everything to match, though there's a bit of a gap on Sweetie belle's tail. In hindsight I wish I'd recorded the process and made a tutorial, but I wasn't sure it'd work initially. I'm def going to use this for future customs and repairs though.
Hopefully one day I can also track down Apple Bloom. These are rare, and don't pop up for sale super often.
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( oneshot ) ،، hidden beauty ،، ⌇ 조슈아
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،، you hide but only appear when you smile , where did you come from ? don’t lie , i know you’re an angel ،، .ᐟ 🍨
pairing .ᐟ bf!joshua × gf!fem!reader genre .ᐟ established relationship , admiration of indentation word count .ᐟ 1.1k song rec. .ᐟ dimple - bts
note .ᐟ hii , i know ive been gone for too long , but──i don't where this coming from but , i was shuffling on spotify until dimple come across and i levitate for a moment . jungkook's adlip- hello ?? the whole vocal line ate im afraid . and as i was scrolling through tiktok , joshua appreciation edit appears and i notice his smol dimple so i have to do it .
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The first time Y/N noticed it, she was caught completely off guard.
They had been walking through the park, the sun low in the sky, casting a soft golden hue over the world. Hong Joshua, her lover of three years, was laughing at something, his usually serene face breaking into an unexpected smile. It wasn’t the first time she had seen him smile, of course—she had seen him smile thousands of times. But this smile, this one was different. As his lips curved up, the soft skin on his cheek pulled back ever so slightly to reveal a faint dimple.
Y/N blinked, momentarily stunned. How had she never noticed it before?
“What's wrong, dear?” Joshua asked, his laughter dying down as he looked at her, his smile easing back into his more typical calm expression. And just like that, the dimple disappeared, as if it had never existed.
“Nothing,” she murmured, her eyes still tracing the spot where it had been. “I just… never noticed your dimple.”
“My dimple?” He tilted his head in confusion.
“Yeah, right here,” she said, reaching up and gently pressing her fingers to the spot where she’d seen it, brushing her thumb lightly over his smooth skin. “You have a dimple when you smile a certain way.”
Joshua laughed again, and there it was—the small indentation, just deep enough to be noticeable but subtle enough that it could easily be missed. “I’ve never really thought about it,” he said, amused.
Y/N smiled softly, her heart warming at the sight. There was something about it, something about that hidden dimple that felt like a secret just for her—a little treasure that only revealed itself in those moments when Joshua’s guard was completely down, when he was relaxed and happy. She found herself wanting to see it again, and again, and again.
Over the next few weeks, Y/N became acutely aware of how rare that particular smile of his was. Joshua smiled often, of course—he was always warm and kind, his face lighting up with soft grins or gentle chuckles. But the dimple, that hidden mark on his cheek, only appeared when he laughed with genuine joy, when something really caught him off guard or made him truly happy.
It became her little mission, though she never told him. She wanted to see it again. She wanted to bring out that kind of happiness in him, to be the reason for those deeper, unguarded smiles. So, she started doing little things—bringing home his favorite snacks, sending him random funny texts during the day, playfully teasing him when they were together. She even started trying out silly jokes, which, to be honest, rarely worked, but every now and then, she’d strike gold and his laugh would bubble up, rich and full, his dimple appearing for just a moment before fading away again.
One evening, they were lounging on the couch together, Y/N lying with her head in Joshua’s lap while he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone. She was in the middle of telling him a ridiculous story about a mishap at work, exaggerating details just enough to make it funnier. She could see him smiling down at her, but not the smile she was really aiming for. His usual, small smile, warm but reserved.
“And then—get this—the whole cake just fell on the floor. Splat. Like, I’ve never seen anything fall that fast,” she said, using her hands to gesture dramatically. “It was like the universe wanted that cake dead.”
Joshua chuckled, shaking his head. “Sounds like a disaster.”
“Oh, it was,” Y/N said, grinning. “But the look on my coworker’s face—priceless. Like she just saw her future flash before her eyes and it involved a lot of cake cleanup.”
And that did it. Joshua burst into laughter, a real laugh this time, one that made his shoulders shake. Y/N's eyes snapped to his cheek, and there it was—the dimple. Soft, barely-there, but perfect. She smiled up at him, her heart fluttering.
“What?” Joshua asked, his laughter still bubbling out as he looked down at her, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder.
“Nothing,” Y/N said, her voice soft. “I just like seeing you laugh.”
Joshua’s smile softened, his laughter fading but the dimple still faintly visible as he looked at her with those warm, understanding eyes. He tilted his head, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I like it when you make me laugh.”
Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, and she couldn’t help but reach up, tracing her fingers along his cheek. “I like your dimple,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Joshua blinked, surprised. “My dimple?”
“Yeah. It only shows up when you’re really happy,” she explained. “It’s like a little secret.”
Joshua seemed to consider that for a moment, his eyes softening as he looked down at her. “I never thought about it that way,” he admitted. “But if it’s a secret, I guess it’s one that only you know now.”
Y/N’s chest swelled with affection, and she smiled up at him, feeling like she’d been given a gift. Not just the dimple, but the knowledge that she could make him laugh like that, that she could bring out that hidden part of him.
From that moment on, Y/N found herself constantly seeking out opportunities to see Joshua’s dimple. It became something of a game, a private challenge she set for herself. She learned what made him laugh, what little things brightened his day. She became a master of silly inside jokes, of playful teasing, of moments that only the two of them shared.
And every time she succeeded, every time she saw that dimple appear, even for the briefest of moments, she felt like she was holding a piece of something rare and beautiful—something that belonged to her and her alone.
In the quiet moments when Joshua wasn’t smiling, when he was his usual composed and calm self, Y/N would sometimes catch herself tracing her fingers over the spot where the dimple would be, as if trying to conjure it back into existence. And sometimes, if he was in the right mood, he’d give her a soft smile, just enough to bring it out again, and she’d laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek, feeling like she had found her very own hidden treasure.
In those moments, she knew—she’d never stop searching for that dimple, for that secret smile, for the hidden joy she knew she could bring to the one person she loved most in the world.
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I had this idea of turning the boys and Sephirot into ponies (because yes i like ponies and making things into ponies), so I doodled up the Kether boys as ponies (and brothers in this AU i guess)
We got X as the smol bean he is. Curious, wants to help, a dork. 2nd youngest and favourite of Hokma (cuz he doesn't try to cause trouble. and he is smol bby.)
Ayin is next, with a judgmental stare because you took the last piece of the cake that Hokma made.
Abel, I had to remember how he fucking looked so I think I got it right. The oldest of them all, the wisest, and the most done with Adam's bullshit.
Abram is... still how he normally is. X tries his best to cheer him up, Abel and Ayin give some words of wisdom from time to time, and Adam torments him (as all little brothers should lol.)
And then, we got the crazy man himself! Adam is the youngest of the 5 and he can't fly. At all. He doesn't have the magic that lets pegasi fly, so X uses his magic to help him 'fly' (that's what the gold glow around him is; it's X's magic.)
I'll draw up the Sephirot and Angela at some point because i am invested in this idea. also no cutie marks because fuck that shit, i can never think up good ones for shit like this. same with names for them so if anyone wants to make up names for them (and the Sephirot/Angela), go for it!
(also before anyone asks, yes I was inspired by the kiwi ayinlings by @sentienttoastah)
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