#reminding that requests are open👉👈

[alexkeller-doodles]

[day 12] suit

[moonfil]

Yep, I'm finally making CG design references :D

[parvulous-writings]

Your writing is so cool!!!!! I love your characterizations and your headcanons and the gifs you pick <333333

May I request the Arcane characters (your choice on who and how many, so long as Silco’s in there!) being given something handmade from their s/o? (Matching bracelets, sweater, plushie, etc.) 👉👈 thank you!

Warnings: None, I don't think!

Notes: Is Silco's a little odd now I step back and look at it? Yes. However. It makes sense, in my head. I think.

Edit; (I forgot before posting) Thank you, kind anon! I take great pride in how I portray characters! I'm glad you enjoy them! The gifs I use I try to match to the vibe, and are all found on Tumblr! My requests are currently open! My request post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! 

Silco

You gave Silco a trinket for his desk. A cute little crocheted figure - that seemed like nothing more than an ineffective paperweight to most. But to Silco, it was something that he felt tied the whole space of his desk together. When not doing paperwork, it is one of the only things on the desk at all. And it’s certainly the only thing in his office at all with any pop of colour. It was his little faux companion - a way for the room to not feel as isolating as it usually was. He wasn’t entirely sure if you had done it on purpose, to give him that sense of company, but he was grateful for it, regardless. 

It’s usual spot is in front of the picture of him and Jinx, both serving as a reminder to him of the family that he had managed to build, from nothing, and despite what he had been through. He stares at both items very often, no matter the time of day. If he’s stuck in some paperwork, or listening idly to Sevika or a lower grunt make a report, his eyes will slowly drift towards that corner of his desk. It brings him a lot of security, for being such a small thing. Knowing that it was made by your hands is likely what makes it mean so much to him. 

Once, it completely vanished from his desk, and he was furious. He had been on the verge of a screaming match with whomever even looked at him wrong all day. Only when it is safely returned to his desk does he calm down - even though the only time it ever really leaves his desk is for repairs or touch-ups, he’s grown attached to the little thing. Even though it’s inanimate, he’s… Bonded to it. 

He’s only taken it out of his office himself on very select occasions. Namely, ones where he feels perhaps a mite exposed, or nervous. Of course, outwardly, no one would be able to guess this. His stoic expression never shifted, and his stare was something that most cowered away from. Anyone who would have even thought of Silco having something as sweet as a small crocheted item tucked away in his coat would have easily been dismissed as mad. 

God forbid you make him more than that initial one. He’s badly attached to the first, and the same will go for all the others that you may make him. And though he doesn’t ‘officially’ name them, or anything like that, but he knows if and when one of them is out of place - and he rarely goes back to his baseline mood until he knows that they are all back in their spots, safe and sound. "No, the one with the blue shirt sits by the one with the black shirt. Yes... Yes, just like that. Much better, don't you think?"

Mel

You weave Mel a small bracelet for a special achievement or occasion; a birthday, and anniversary, a particularly good step in legislation that you know that she’s been trying to push for you don’t know how long. You presented it to her in a little box, topped with a neat bow, and the face that she had made when opening it? That spark of curiosity in her eye, that morphed into sheer, unadulterated joy when she saw what it was? Bliss - priceless bliss. 

She wears the thing everywhere, except for when she’s bathing - she doesn’t want to risk it being damaged by getting wet. It doesn’t matter to her whether or not it matches with her outfit, she’ll find some way to incorporate it. She absolutely loves talking about it, too - if someone asks about it, she’ll spend a minimum of 5 to 10 minutes explaining to them that you made it for her, what occasion you gave it to her, and then proceed to gush about you some more - how talented you are, how wonderful you are, how much she loves you. It’s perhaps the only instance she will ever break that collected air about her. 

She also asks that you make yourself one, or better yet, teach her how to make them, so she can make you one for yourself. “So we can match,” She’d tell you, with a happy smile on her face. Even though you’re not in the public eye nearly as much as she is, being able to wear something that’s matching with her means a great deal to Mel. A little, unspoken connection between the two of you. 

If she ever loses the bracelet or it becomes damaged beyond repair, she’s rather upset. It doesn’t outwardly last for very long - she tells you the sad news with an incredibly despondent look, handing you the threads if she has them. After that, she moves on. At least, that’s how it appears to the untrained eye. But you notice how her fingers drift to her wrist, trying to fiddle with fabric that is no longer there. Or, if it’s an occasion where she’d wear it in her hair instead, it’s hard to miss the way that her fingers will still try to seek it out, to no avail. You can’t bear it for more than a week before you give her a new one - just the same as the original, but all the more meaningful to her. You had known, noticed how much she missed it. She’s ever so thankful to have such an attentive and creative partner.

Vander

Vander has a very… Minimal wardrobe - and unfortunately, most of his articles are falling apart, or have holes in them. He does a lot of repairs for them himself; for having such big hands, he’s surprisingly adroit with a needle and thread. With a rather considerable supply of rags, he saw no real reason to splash out money on himself when it could easily be spend on other, better things - clothes for the children, or small needed improvements for The Last Drop. He’s had handmade things given to him before - mostly twisted bracelets, from Powder. 

So when you hand him the big, thick jumper you had spent a week making? He was stunned. Grateful, but stunned. And he absolutely loves it. It’s a dark blue - a similar shade to a couple of other items in his wardrobe, so clearly you had been paying attention to what he had been wearing and what colours looked good on him - or at any rate, what colours you liked to see on him. And the fit was wonderful, too. He made a joke about you taking his measurements in his sleep, to which you both heartily laughed. 

From then on, almost every evening, you see him wearing it once the sun goes down. Before you had made it, he very rarely wore anything with long sleeves, other than the old jacket he wore when leaving to go out and about. Whenever someone asks him about his sudden change in style, he replies with a simple; “Nights are getting cold down here, now.” Regardless of whether that’s true or not, that’s the story he sticks with. He hates having to part with it in Summer time, but… Even he has to admit that it is just far too hot to wear during that time of year. 

He washes it ‘himself’ - by that, I mean he makes sure that it’s back in his possession the very moment that it’s dry enough to wear again. He doesn’t part with it for any longer than what he thinks is absolutely necessary. You’ve had to devise a system where it’s one of the first things to be washed on laundry days - that way there was a much better chance of it being dry come sundown. And he’s incredibly grumpy if you have to take it to sew any wear-and-tear - you never tend to have it for more than a day, but you can tell the question of ‘when am I getting it back?’ simmers just below the surface. 

Ambessa

You tailor her a cloak. Yes, she has many, and yours doesn’t stand out too much when put beside any of the other bespoke pieces she’s had made  for herself. But to Ambessa? It is a wonderful thing; easily one of her favourites. Simply because you had turned your hand to a craft, for her. She sees it as an act of devotion - even if, in comparison to the other acts she has been shown by the people beneath her, it is small. 

She wears it only to the most intimate of occasions; an evening spent with you savouring cuisine, or perhaps a night spent at the theatre house. Very rarely has it ever been used for more political meetings. When it is, it’s usually one-on-one, and for the reason that wearing something so personal makes any outside party think Ambessa is being open with them; making them more relaxed in the process. If she’s wearing it in front of someone other than yourself, it’s always as a political choice. 

She doesn’t wear it enough for it to get damaged naturally, but there is a chance that it may get torn via other means. Most likely a blade. If someone dared to do so, she would be furious - plain and simple. Any rapport that the opposing figure may have built with her would disappear in an instant, as quickly as the cut was made. Because despite her never really telling you - or anyone - anything about how she felt about this particular cloak, it meant a great deal to her. It meant more to her than any of the other cloaks in her extensive wardrobe. 

Ambessa doesn’t demand you make another one for her, nor does she dwell on the fact that the first one has been ruined or destroyed. She just… Makes you aware, disposes of the tatters, and leaves it at that. She doesn’t seem to be all that bothered by it - but she is. She knows the time and care that went into making it, she knows of the toils that you went through to make sure she had something made by you to wear. She also knows that if you want to make her another, you will do so of your own decision and accord - she doesn’t need to force you. Beyond that - if you choose to make her another one, it’ll just further prove to her your devotion. 

Viktor

You made Viktor a pair of gloves - it can get rather cold in the lab when the sun isn’t streaming directly through the large windows. For the first few days you think that he really likes the gift! He had thanked you heartily when you had given them to him, clearly appreciating the time and effort that you had put into them. It wasn’t until you visited him during one of his multiple-day stints in the lab when you realised he… Wasn’t wearing them. At all. They were neatly placed, one on top of the other, at the end of one of the cluttered desks. 

Viktor notices the way you eye that corner of the desk several times throughout your visit. Eventually, when you bring it up, he gives you a very simple answer; “Unfortunately, though they are warm… The fingers make it rather difficult for me to complete my more… Delicate tasks, where dexterity is key.” He shrugs, turning his attention back to his desk. So, it isn’t that he doesn’t appreciate your gift to him, it just makes his job slightly more challenging - as if it isn’t already, at some points. He assures you, though, that he wears them to and from the laboratory when he feels it is too cold for him. 

So, you decide to make him another pair - this time with some changes. Instead of making fingered gloves, you make mittens… With a button on the back so that Viktor could pin the top back, letting him still wear the mittens as he completed the various fiddly tasks his research needed. From then on when you visit, you don’t see the mittens discarded at the corner of his desk waiting for the end of the day, but instead on his hands where they belonged. 

To say that Viktor is thankful for your gift - especially this revised version - is an understatement. For far too long he had just powered through the inconvenience of being a bit cold most of the time. Now, he had a way to be comfortable, and do his job at the same time. And truthfully, it felt like an absolute game changer. No longer were his fingers and joints stiff and at points struggling to stay as steady as he needed them to. No longer did he have to deal with the gruelling wait of trying and willing his hand to be still for a moment. And no longer does he have to rub his hands together like some neglected waif, he just has to pop his mittens on and just keep on working. They quickly become a stable of the bag he takes to the lab; he rarely ever leaves without them, if ever.

Jayce

You knit Jayce a scarf - only a small one, a first project, but Jayce loves it. When you first hand it to him, he cradles it in his hands as he gazes down at it, almost on the verge of tears. He used to have many pieces like this made for him, by his mother - but as he grew older, they became less frequent. Not that he blamed his mother, of course, he understood that getting older meant there were other responsibilities they both had to perform. But to have a handmade item now, in his hands, he’s overjoyed. It’s simple in its design - just a deep blue, but he loves it. 

He wears the damn thing everywhere he can - during Autumn. Winter, Spring. Any time there’s even the slightest of breezes, out comes the scarf. You find it quite sweet, really, the fact that something so simple was something that meant so much to him. “Well, of course I love it,” Jayce replies when you ask about it, sounding mildly annoyed that you thought he wouldn’t. “You made it for me. You could have thrown it out, frogged it, or donated it… But you didn’t. And I’m… I love you for it. Well, for more than that, but…” He’d laugh quietly at himself. “... You know what I mean.” 

He wears the thing so much, that soon enough - much sooner than he’d have liked - the poor article is starting to fall apart. He’s in denial about it for quite a while, too - he’d rather do anything other than admit to himself that one of his favourite pieces of clothing is coming to the end of it’s time. Eventually he gets to the point where he packs the scarf away - better to have it stored for him to get out from time to time, than for it to completely crumble and have to be thrown away. He sulks for a long time after this, a long time. He misses his scarf. Sure, it’s ‘just a bit of clothing’, but to him it was almost like a part of him at some points. 

So, you make him another one as a surprise. This one is a bit more complex than the last one, with varying colours, and even some tassels on the end. It’s a variety of blues this time - light to dark and back to light again, and quite a bit longer too. And the face that Jayce made when he unwrapped the tissue paper you had put it in? It was so clear to see the more boyish side of him, the one that wasn’t often seen even by you. He held it close to his face for a moment, before all but pouncing onto you and peppering you with kisses and various words of thanks. To say that he’s just a happy man would be the understatement of the year. He absolutely loves the fact that not only did you make a scarf for him once, but you loved him enough to do it again. It truly astounds him, and his heart is set on finding a way to pay back that love. 

[fr33time]

Hi, I saw that your request are open again and I'm really happy about it since I enjoy your blog ❤ if it's fine with you could I request something with Jin, Taiga, Alan and Sho with a Reader who's always surprised and happy, their face lighting up in seconds, when being told they did a good job or praised, because they never heard words like this, maybe even more used to hearing how they always make things worse or not for anything? Even from their parents even? (little angst mixed with fluff and comfort is always good). 👉👈

I honestly get this, so I was happy to receive this request hehe. I grew up feeling like I made things worse or getting yelled at for not doing things correctly. This wasn’t specific to my parents, it was more people outside of my family, but I understand that emotion. 🫶

also just a note, hopefully I’ll upload again soon. I started working on a little series, I won’t be releasing it anytime soon because if I know myself I will abandon it for a few months. So I will not be releasing it until I finished it fully! I was motivated to write again so I’m trying to write multiple fics right now! I’ve been feeling guilty for not posting to the point where I think about leaving it altogether, but I try to remind myself that it’s fine to pace myself haha. Anyways I hope you guys are having a lovely day ✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧

GN!reader that loves praise!

Characters included: Jin, Taiga, Alan, Shohei

Hurt/comfort, fluff

Requesting rules here! (Read before requesting)

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♡Jin

Jin never shows it, but he finds your joyfulness endearing. Especially the big smile you give him when he tells you that you did a good job. He is puzzled by it though, why do you make a big deal out of a compliment? Though it’s not like he’d get in the way of your celebrations. He likes seeing you happy and to him that’s all there is to it.

When you were delivering documents to Tohma he happened to be in Jin’s room. You flash your signature bright smile when he comments on how fast you were, Tohma notices this behaviour “You’re a very bright person for someone that’s so close to the captain” Jin gives him a mean glare at this comment. You get a little embarrassed and look away to say “I’m just not used to being told that I did a good job, that's all,” and it clicked for Jin. You’ve mentioned that your parents had high expectations of you before, but now he realizes why you act the way that you do. He doesn’t bring anything up in the future unless you tell him, but he seems to praise you more often than usual. He’s a little rough around the edges so he watches what he says, and he goes a liiiiittle bit overboard when he treats you to a luxurious dinner for the hard work you’ve been doing around Darkwick.

-★-

♡Taiga

He likes your enthusiasm and teases you about it often. “So kitty likes to be told a good job?” That was what he said when he found out about this trait of yours. He doesn’t hand out his praises often, mostly because the one who orders people around is Lulu, but once in a blue moon he’ll tell you that you did a good job. If you’re smiling then he has less trouble. He isn’t the best at remembering certain things about you, but this behaviour sticks to him because you seem more confident.

He’s not one to ask questions about you, to him if it comes up then it comes up. Will he care? It really depends on what you’re saying to him. You kind of just have to tell him, and even then he won’t ask any follow-up questions. A situation pops up where a Sinostra student is yelling at you for making a mistake for not noticing that a patron cheated at one of the tables. The student understands that Romeo will have both of their heads if he finds out. What he doesn’t realize is that Taiga is nearby and paying close attention. You could hear a loud *BANG* and instinctively ducked, when you looked up you realized that there was a bullet hole between you and the Sinostra student. When Romeo stomps up the stairs aggressively to Taiga’s room later that day, his face is insanely scrunched up. “ARE YOU INSANE? NOT ONLY DID THEY LET SOMEONE ROB US, BUT YOU PUT A HOLE IN OUR EXPENSIVE WALLS” Romeo continued to scream at Taiga, who was barely paying attention on the bed. “Calm down Lulu, you’ll get wrinkles if you look that sour.” He doesn’t care if he gets in trouble, that sinostra student was being annoying about you.

-★-

♡Alan

He looooves handing out praises to you, when it isn’t verbally he gives you a reassuring pet to let you know that you’re doing a good job. He’s happy when you’re happy, so when you give him your sweet smile he feels like he accomplished something. He gives you tasks that he’s sure you can handle so he can compliment you at all times.

He isn’t much of a talker, but he knows when to defend something close to his heart. The case in point is you, you’ve been getting to know this group of people through being around Vagastrom, and he walked into some conversation including you. He heard them saying nasty things about you and how they’ve started to dislike you because you “make things worse.” Something welled up inside of him and he couldn’t help but defend you, ending in the group being scared off. When he went to tell you, all you could do was sigh and shrug your shoulders “I knew this would happen… don’t worry about it Alan I’m used to it.” He was taken aback, why would you brush it off like that? He didn’t want to push you about it further, you looked sad enough already without saying anything. “Don’t hang around them anymore, just because you’re used to it doesn’t mean that you deserve it. You’re worth more than that.”

-★-

♡Shohei

He smirks when he sees you so happy, it’s adorable on you. Even though he doesn’t understand why you’re like that, he needs that whimsy in his life. Leo is a downer most of the time so you’re a nice change of pace, and it makes him feel like he can be human around you. He’s also one to tease you, something along the lines of “pfft… you don’t need to get that ecstatic, but you look pretty cute doing it.”

Sho overheard a conversation between you and a Vagastrom student. All he heard was “You can’t do anything right” and soon followed the sound of a door closing. He peeked into the room and saw you standing there with a sad, vacant look on your face. He wanted to say something to that guy, but he was too late to the conversation. “Hey, why didn’t you stand up for yourself?” He finally spoke up and mildly surprised you “It’s okay Sho, I’m used to hearing stuff like that and I don’t want to fight about it…” your voice grew quieter at the end. He knew it affected you, I mean he gets it, he didn’t exactly grow up in the happiest place but he still hated that you of all people knew how it felt. He waved you over into the kitchen “Come on, you choose what I get to make for us.” It’s all he could do to comfort you, but you get to enjoy his delicious cooking to make you feel better.

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[booliuu]

˗ˏˋToby Headcanons..PT2ˎˊ˗

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : this is a continuation of my first headcanons oh him. Here’s the * link* if you haven’t check it out yet, btw thanks for almost 50 likes😭😭 you guys are so sweet!! anyways enjoy of me rambling about this man again :DD🫶🏼

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🪓 . . He’s a taurus baaabies ( b-day April 28th! mark your calendars right now !!) .. may i add something too👉👈 i just know in the bottom of my heart my man def has a sagittarius moon placement or lots of fire signs placements in his birth chart. SCORPIO VENUS TOO 👀👀 he loves so intenselyyy. okok anyways-

🪓 . . He has so many piercings!! I can definitely say on his face he has a septum , nostril , bridge ,and a snake bite 😮‍💨. And for his ears he has industrial, lobes ( thought about stretching his lobes but is too scared lol) and conches done.

➯ went a bit crazy with his piercing bc his parents were so against him getting them done during his high school years. But now that he’s an adult he goes all out.

➯ takes great care of them too! ^^

🪓 . . wears fingerless gloves to mange with his rlly bad hand picking habit. doesn’t have nails bc how bad his habits are :((. the goggles he wears protects his eyes . also wears a restraining mask, it stops him from bitting his hands , nails and….ppl i dare say ifykyk.

🪓 . . Owns a lot of graphic tee’s and most of them are bands that he never heard of before lmao same🥲. Whatever shirt he’s wearing that day , a creep or random ppl ask him what’s his favorite song or album is , he gets all awkward and he’s stands like an idiot like🧍.

➯ all sorts of baggy and ripped jeans as well ! Not a fan of tight clothes. Absolutely despises them.

🪓 . . has LOTS of scars that goes all the way back from his childhood.

🪓 . . Him & Tim before DID NOT get along at all. MAJOR BEEF WITH EACH OTHER 😭. whenever both of them were assigned on missions together, they ALWAYS be arguing about the littlest things.

* this is looong sorry ><i just love the idea that tim cares for toby. so bare with meee🥹🥹

➯ Mainly because tim behavior rubs toby the wrong way. It reminds him of his father in some ways and gets highly defensive whenever tim tells him what to do or criticizes him.

➯ Tim thinks toby as a ruthless teenager ( even though he clearly knows he an adult.) thinks he needs to be told what to do at all times . Even though he a rough exterior … little does toby know he cares about him a lot. But of course there both to stubborn as hell to tell each that 😑.

➯ until one day toby accidentally let a victim loose. when tim found out , he got extremely upset at toby. The yelling definitely brought Toby thoughts of his father, as a defense mechanism toby argued back . Got a bit physical but overall LOTS of yelling, brian ( the savior-) had to step in and tell them to get over it and be nice to each for once.

➯ took a WHILE for them to apologize but they did eventually. was a bit awkward but hey at least there over it :,D . Now of days they almost have a father and son dynamic. Sometimes when both of have free time tim will show toby how to fix up a car, how to cook on a grill , yk bonding.

➯ brings Toby lots of nostalgia and confusion because he never treated like this by a man before bc the only nice people he was surrounded by in his whole life was just his mom and his sister . so surely his inner child is slowly healing. when he actually took a chance and thought about tim’s behavior towards him one night, he had to sit down for bit , beer in hand ( definitely not given by tim-) cry for a bit while tim rubs his back in comforting way while smoking a cigarette ofc.

🪓 . . owns torn up converse and doc martens. TONS of hoodies, leather jackets and winter jackets!

🪓 . . HIS ROOM!! oh good god…it’s so unorganized. mostly because his collection of clothes he picked up over the years that he “borrowed” TvT iykyk… never bothers to clean it. his own words not mine

Toby: “ it’s my man c-cave. my rules.”

Tim: *SIGHS* “ jesus fucking christ….. your a mess.”

🪓 . . Speaking of his room it has lots of band posters and tapestry’s!

🪓 . . Knows so much animals facts.. it’s actually scary but entertaining.he literally bring up in random ways possible. that’s toby for yea..!! :DD

🪓 . . His favorite animals consists of what’s around him in the slender forest. such deers, raccoons, fox & wolf , birds , bears and has a love for reptiles as well.

🪓 . . lol if your scared of bugs i feel sorry for you , reptiles or just any animals i have listed…he’s definitely the type of friend that has it cupped in his hand and shoving it in your face. Lives for your reaction. 🩷

🪓 . . a bit awkward and has a cold front when you first meet him. he likes to observe, doesn’t trust ppl easily. If he likes you, he eventually slowly open up his shell and he shows his true colors such being a little shit, teasing you playful ofc, butting head with you 24/7. eeehh..but if he hates you good luck with this one… he make it known he doesn’t like you . you won’t know but others who know him do.

🪓 . . Growing up he was known for being the shy quiet kid that never speaks up for himself. He thinks about it now and really started changing meaning slowly and eventually he became more confident. like throwing sarcastic comments , knows lots of good clap backs or calling out’s if someone offended him or something. he’s changed man guys nothing like his younger self. proud of him 🥹

🪓 . . I see ppl saying that he’s the kind of friend that wants to be around you 24/7. 100% agree 👍 . yk hanging out in yours or his rooms for like smoke breaks, joining you during missions, watching tiktok’s & sending them to you even though your in the same room as he is , or even just simply pure silent and just basking in each others presence.

Toby: t-t-this is so you…

Toby: * sents you a tiktok*

You: bruh wtfff

* cue him laughing his ass off

🪓 . . Going to the local drug store to grab some slushes and junk food. HE LIVES FOR THOSE HANGS OUTS. TELL ME IM WRONG.

› › › i’ll make sure to be more in depth with this one :3 so be in a look out for some platonic toby headcanons in the future!!! ^^

🪓 . . Everytime someone says toby loves waffles sighs…. man i’m telling you right now an angel loses it wings ☹️ 👎. He has extended food palette than that y’all c’mon.

🪓 . . i mean it’s not the best diet… it literally just energy drinks but at least his friends look out for him and leave him take out because they know he doesn’t feel hunger like we do.

🪓 . . due to that, he has a lean built. Has a bit of a 6 pack ( you have to squint to see em ) and has muscles on his arms . He’s really proud of his arms lol. Has a bit of beard?? Scruff?? idk what’s it’s called going on too ^^ shaves ones in a while. aaaand..hehe has a happy trail situation... ANYWAYSSSS that’s for next time 😉.

🪓 . . yk how how i said he has a collection of phones he… collected *cough🪓🪓 cough*… firm believer he has playlist in each phone of them that consists of western emo music. also.. DAD ROCK .

🪓 . . his favorite weather has to be autumn because the animals around forest comes out more and he hangs out and pets all of them. likes looking at the trees and how each of the leaves are changing colors.

🪓 . . his joints pop loud real bad whenever he stretching , walking , or running . it pisses him so badly lolll.

🪓 . . loves sleeping and taking naps🫶🏼 whenever or whatever. like tree tops , his bed, closet, ect. hates mornings with passion prefers to sleep in. toby 🤞power naps . downside being that he snores like no one business and moves around his sleep.

🪓 . . blind on his left eye and that same eye has a permanent split eyebrow from the car crash.

🪓 . . Even though i want say he smells like vanilla or something sweet naaah …. srry bby😔. he gotta smell like the woods , dirt, bl*od.. sometimes , or even pinewood. From time to time smells like cheap shampoo and conditioner when he remembers to shower.

🪓 . . lastly his hair.. HIS 👏HAIR 😭😭 it’s so soft…he’s rocking shaggy haircut that tim trims once in a while.

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[limerence-17]

Hey lovely! So glad I saw your requests open, I've had an idea floating around in my mind for a while now if you're up for it ♡

jealous!Joel X younger!reader teehee 👉👈 Joel's been horny for you for a while but he won't do anything about it... Until he sees Jesse being all handsy and flirty over you in public, and you let him because you knew he was watching. Joel can't take it anymore and shows you what a real man can do ✨

xx

dancin' for the devil

warnings: 18+ mdni age gap (it’s discussed,) joel is super awkward (until he isn’t,) oral sex fem receiving, unprotected sex (doggystyle,) drinking (of age!!,) reader is going through a breakup

word count: 3.5k

a/n: thank u for this request lovely! I'm obsessed with the idea of jealous joel holllyyyy. he's the exact type of guy who would have those thoughts but wouldn't know how to verbalize them and then FINALLY when he sees you get with someone else he just can't control himself. i could visualize this so vividly that I immediately had to start writing and this kinda just flowed out of me so here u go!! this is not really edited btw!!

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“You know what, I think I’ll take one more,” you said, grinning ear to ear as you ran a hand over your no longer neatly french braided hair.

“Oh so it’s that kinda night huh?” Dina asked, side by side of you at the bar. You nodded, downing the next one just as quickly.

You slammed the shot glass back down on the counter and let out a short yell, “Whoo!”

You’d only been single for about two weeks, but having broken up with your boyfriend of three years made you realize two things: life was too short to not do what you wanted to do and you needed to spend more time with friends.

“You’re not planning on going home anytime soon?” You asked Dina, a little worried of the eventual moment you’d have to go back to your empty house, to nothing but the sound of Jackson crickets and creaks in the floor. You dreaded the moment your head would hit the pillow and you’d suddenly be overcome with nostalgia. The drinking was how you numbed the pain of missing him, and the dancing was how you curbed the need to be touched.

The funniest part of it all was that towards the end, you didn’t even love him. Hell, you hardly even liked him. He was a year younger than you, only 25, and was as sweet as honey. But the two of you had gotten into a routine.

You both would go on patrols, come home for dinner and he’d lay down on the couch while he’d tell you all about his day. But eventually he stopped asking about yours, and the two of you had stopped sleeping together. One morning you woke up and it just dawned over you. You’d always care about him, but you didn’t want to be his person, his wife, his anything.

You just wanted to be.

Yes, you had ended the relationship. And the worst part of it all? You had developed a ridiculous crush on the man who lead your patrol groups in Jackson. Joel Miller, who was about twenty five years older than you, and nothing but a complete ass to you. For some reason, you’d been thinking about him more than your ex.

Between not feeling the spark towards your ex anymore, and being more excited at the thought of seeing Joel fucking Miller. You knew you made the right decision to breakup with him. You just weren’t sure where your love life would be headed to next.

It was silly truthfully. You knew this could never go anywhere, but you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flip anytime you heard his gruff voice walking down the road with his horse.

He was just eye candy for you, but tonight you needed something real. You needed someone to touch you. To remind you just how desirable you truly were.

“Dina please come dance with me,” you whined like a little kid, holding Dina’s hands and swaying them back and forth.

Dina let out a low chuckle, avoiding eye contact, “Absolutely not I am so not on your level,” she chuckled. But it was then that the mood of the band changed. From an upbeat folk song to a slow country ballad.

You and Dina both looked at eachother and burst into laughter. Dina was practically about to yank you further away from the dance floor when just then Jesse had slid up beside you two. He gave Dina a small smile, she blushed like a little girl and you couldn’t help but notice. It was then that Jesse turned back over to you, swallowing hard. He wiped his palm on his jeans and reached it out towards you.

You gave him a puzzled look, drawing out a low “Uhh…”

Jesse’s eyes widened, almost as if he asked the question in his head but not out loud.

“Wanna dance with me?” He asked, hardly giving you a moment to respond before making another statement.

“You look… real beautiful,” he said, this time his tone was lower and his eyes were meeting yours. You went to look back at Dina, but she’d started to slowly walk backwards until she could politely walk far enough to give you two some space.

You looked around the room, noticing how others were joining the dance floor and you looked back at Jesse. He was tall, really tall, and for the state of the world in Jackson he smelt strangely good? Like laundry detergent and rain? He was decently handsome and truth be told? It wasn’t like you were taken anymore. It also wasn’t like Joel Miller was going to take a liking to you anytime soon. You took his hand, and slowly guided him to the dance floor.

Smiling, you could tell just how giddy Jesse was, unsure where to put his hands. But you wrapped yours around the back of his neck and guided his onto your waist. You weren’t sure if it was the whiskey or your confidence, but you needed more. Not Jesse, just more of a man’s touch.

You swayed back and forth until you leaned up and whispered into his ear, his cheeks glowing beat red from your words, “You can move your hands down,” you flirted.

Jesse’s hand hesitated, but he eventually cupped your ass quickly and moved into back to rest softly against the base of your back. The feeling was nice, decent enough you’d supposed.

But when you looked up from having your face tucked into the nook of his shoulder that’s when you saw it.

Joel Miller.

He was standing just inside the Tipsy Bison’s wide entrance, near the door. His body was half in the shadow of the main lights, but noticeable enough. His one hand holding a glass of something dark, the other tucked into his jacket. He wasn’t talking to anyone. Wasn’t even moving. Wasn’t pretending to look anywhere else.

He’d always been nothing but stern with you, if that. When he wasn’t being stern he wasn’t acknowledging you. But this time was different, this time you felt like he’d been watching you this whole entire time. It was almost enough to make you sober up, almost.

You felt your cheeks go hot, and your chest tightened up. The lack of oxygen in the room was now overbearing and resting your face on Jesse’s shoulder no longer felt comfortable, but claustrophobic. Between thinking about your ex and what you did, Jesse’s hands all over you and now Joel’s eyes, you were sure you were about to have a panic attack. You pulled away and looked up at Jesse. He raised his eyebrow, brushing his fingers over your shoulder.

“Everything alright?” He asked, a hint of genuine concern in his voice.

You half expected Joel to be looking somewhere else by now, but when you looked over Jesse’s shoulder, Joel was still standing there watching. Jesus it felt like it was only you two in the room.

Joel licked his lips, crossed his arms the same way he did if he was pissed at you for something you did on patrol. His gaze shifted from your eyes to Jesse’s hands on your waist. His hand ran over his nose ever so slightly, but his gaze was still fixated on you.

“I think I need some air,” you said, stumbling a little backwards as you removed yourself from Jesse’s arms. But it wasn’t from the drinking.

“Oh,” Jesse started, clearly confused by your antics. “I can come with you?”

“No!” You said, a lot louder and quicker than you anticipated.

You cleared your throat, and gave him a small smile, touching his shoulder gently, “Too many shots is all,” you replied, trying to compose yourself.

Jesse nodded, although you could tell he wasn’t too sure. You paced quickly through the Tipsy Bison, heading out the side entrance. You could practically feel Joel’s eyes on you until you finally made it outside. The door slammed shut behind you and you leaned against the building wall, taking deep breaths trying to collect yourself.

Until you heard the door open beside you only to see Joel standing there, arms now casually resting in both jacket pockets as he met your gaze.

“If you’ve come to lecture me I’m not in the mood,” you replied. This was the usual banter you two had, nothing too serious, but stern enough.

“Didn’t take you as the slow dancin’ type,” Joel replied, his voice low and gruff. He leaned against the outside wall beside you, turning to face you every now and then.

You scoffed, “I don’t think I ever was until tonight.”

“Is that why you let that Jesse fellow have his hands all over you?”

You felt your cheeks go hot, and you stumbled over your words.

“I didn’t- that wasn’t- Jesse’s just a friend,” you replied.

Joel raised an eyebrow, pushing himself slightly off the wall so that he could face you better, “Friend huh?”

You nodded, scoffing as if you were trying to make yourself believe your words. But Joel clearly saw right through you.

“Can’t say I ever had a friend grab my ass like that,” he said. The way he said that sounded so casual, and you weren’t sure if he was just annoyed, or flirting.

“Jesus… were you watching us the entire time?” You crossed your arms now, perking yourself off the wall to face him back.

“Can’t help but notice these sort of things, ain’t like you two were being subtle or nothin’.” Joel’s hand moved to his lips as he ran his thumb over them.

“You drunk?” Joel asked. There was something about the way he asked, the way he presented himself that made you feel like you couldn’t lie to him. It was the way he carried himself.

“Was trying to be, sobered up pretty quick after seeing you watching me like a hawk from inside.” You let out a chuckle, but Joel didn’t laugh. Nothing about this was funny to him.

“Ain’t you just got out of a relationship? With that… hell was that kid's name?” Joel asked gruffly.

It pissed you off that after a few years of you being on patrols with Joel, he never even bothered to learn the name of the guy you were dating.

“Matt…” you muttered, frowning. “I broke up with him two weeks ago.”

Joel was clearly becoming agitated, crossing his arms as he faced you, “You think dancin’ with boys who ain’t gonna want you the next morning is the way to go about this? Trust me I’ve been there… just makes it worse,” he replied.

You kicked at the rocks on the ground, avoiding eye contact, “Dunno… but it sure as hell helps me to forget why I broke up with him in the first place,” you muttered.

“Oh yeah?” Joel’s arms were still crossed firmly, as he faced you with his eyebrows raised, “And why’s that?”

You looked at him for a moment, taking in his appearance, the way his hair flopped down perfectly and highlighted his features. His facial hair had salt and pepper sprinkled throughout, and his hands were large and worn. But what drove you crazy was how he smelt. It was far more masculine than Jesse. Joel smelt like woodshop, and pine needles.

You sighed, placing your face into the palm of your hands, sighing before you responded.

“Because I couldn’t stop thinking about somebody else, you finally muttered out loud.

Joel didn’t speak, he just kept his gaze on you. This time his eyes softened.

You continued, “But it wasn’t just that. I fell out of love with Matt a long time ago, I knew that…” you sighed, taking a deep breath looking up into the night stars as you carried on. “I just didn’t realize it completely until I developed feelings for this person, until I was thinking about them like all the fucking time.”

The silence just stayed there between you two, as if you both had to comprehend what was just said.

“Come on Joel say something, you followed me all this way out here, don’t make me sound like a complete asshole. I already feel like one anyway…”

Joel shook his head, placing his hands into his pockets, running his tongue across the inside of his cheek.

“You ain’t an asshole,” Joel said, his voice was a lot quieter now, practically a whisper. “Not for that.”

“And I’m sorry for judging you for grinding on Jesse or whatever it was you two were doin’.”

You let out a soft laugh, grinning before tugging at your ear gently.

“Could’ve fooled me,” you replied, looking at his eyes, those big brown doe eyes.

He didn’t answer, not a first. It took Joel a moment to collect himself, shuffling awkwardly. You could tell he wanted to say something, but usually he reverted to something cold and you half expected that.

“I get it,” he began. “Look… sometimes we end up with people we think we love cause they see us and all, but then we get stuck. Cause we don’t wanna hurt em’, don’t wanna be cruel. But you shouldn’t do that cause…”

You nodded, your eyebrows creased as your encouraged him to keep talking.

“Cause there’s someone else,” you said, nodding to remind yourself that what you did was the right thing. “Someone who’s gonna make me feel more alive than ever.”

Joel didn’t move, he didn’t flinch or shuffle this time. He just studied you.

“Sounds like you already know,” he said, voice rough. “About who you want instead of Matt… instead of Jesse touchin’ you with his hands like that…”

You gave a dry laugh, unsure of whether or not Joel was just being protective. “Doubt it, cause I doubt he feels the same way bout me.”

Joel took a step closer, closing in the space between the two of you, “Ain’t no way for you to know that for sure.”

“Maybe he does.”

“Joel…” you said, your voice barely a whisper as he stepped even closer, his hand brushing against your bare arm.

“Look I ain’t good at this. I know I haven’t been the nicest and all but seein’ you with Jesse tonight… made me realize somethin’.” You inhaled sharply, still mesmerized by the feeling of his calloused fingers against your arm.

You tried to speak, but Joel shushed you, practically achingly as he moved his hands to cup your cheek.

“I know I’m older and all, and I understand if you don’t wanna be with a man like me, I know it’s too soon. But babygirl, I think about you all the damn time,” Joel said, and you felt your heart leap at those words.

You sucked in a breath, wanting to pinch yourself to find out if this was really happening at all.

“I know I’m not your man, I don’t deserve nothin’ and I understand if you’re not interested, but I wanna be the one you take home tonight. I wanna show you what it’s like to be wanted, really wanted.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“Shit… I’ve said too much haven’t I?” But you reached out and cupped his face.

You could feel the strain in his voice, how badly he’s wanted to say this to you for God knows how long.

“Take me home Joel,” you replied softly, running your hands across his cheek.

You smiled, as you took his hand, and walked down the sidewalk, side by side, hardly making eye contact with each other the whole way until you reached your porch. You both stepped inside through the front door and before you could say anything, Joel had grabbed you by the waist and pulled into a kiss- deep, aching for more. He let out a loud groan as he exhaled before kissing you once more. You hands naturally gravitated to run through his hair as he gripped his large hand across the bottom of your back, slipping it underneath your shirt. His touch was warm and you couldn’t help but feel so at peace, like this was where you were supposed to be this entire time.

Joel ripped his coat off between kisses, and throughout the moans and heavy breathing of each kiss, he pushed you against the closet door, now pulling away. His lips were pouty and red, his eyes were dark and locked onto your face.

“Bet you ain’t ever been touched properly have you? Never been fucked like the good girl you are?”

Your hands moved to touch his arms, but to your surprise he pinned them above your head, giving you that cold Joel stare you knew oh so well.

“That was a question babygirl, answer.”

You smirked, amused at how playful he could be now that the awkwardness between the two of you was completely gone.

“No… never…”

“Jesus…” he replied as he gravitated downwards, running his hands across the sides of your hips, down to your thighs. He was now kneeling, his face between your legs and he slowly began to pull down your jeans, as you stepped through each jean legged and he threw them to the other side of the room. He stood back up, feverishly kissing your neck, and you couldn’t help but gasp at the feeling.

You squealed as he picked you up with ease, holding you by your ass as he walked up the stairs, heading into your bedroom, laying you down onto the bed.

He removed his shirt, and unbuckled his jeans and you did the same, trying to match his pace. He grunted as he crawled to be on top of you, taking in every inch of you with his eyes.

“You want my fingers? My tongue? Baby girl you gotta use your words…”

You pulled at the waist band of his briefs and look back to meet his gaze.

Joel looked down and then back up at you.

“I want you to fuck me,” you replied firmly. This was what you’d been thinking about, and from the heat between your legs you knew this was what you wanted.

“You sure baby? Cause once I start I don’t know if I can stop. I’ll want you all to myself.”

“I want you to bend me over and-“

Joel took that as enough of a sign and put his large hand on your stomach and another on your back and flipped you over.

You muffled, moaning into the pillow at just the touch of his hands on your bare ass. You half expected to feel the tip of his dick but when you felt the softness of his tongue against your clit from behind, and the roughness of his stubble, you let out a stifled moan.

“Fuck me you taste s’fuckin’ good,” Joel groaned, before lapping his tongue against your slit once again, moving it up and down and placing kisses on your ass whenever he could.

He removed his tongue and flipped you back over so that you could now meet his gaze once more.

“But I said I wanted-“

Joel shushed you once again, this time firmly and spread your legs open, placing his index finger and middle finger against your slit, enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“You’ll get it when I think you’re ready,” he replied, his voice gruff.

“Cause I’m gonna finger you while you scream my name first baby girl.”

You moaned, as he slowly pushed two fingers into you, curving them slightly as his gaze stayed firmly against yours. His fingers were large, but didn’t hurt. You wanted more and nudged your hips slightly to encourage him.

“Joel please… need more…”

Joel knew exactly what to do and sped up the pace, practically enough to make you see stars. He pushed his fingers into your entrance hard and fast, pumping them at the same speed. He was grunting and moaning more than you were by now. But you were wet, ridiculously so.

Before you came, he flipped you back around, leaning over you enough so that you could feel his hot breath against the back of your neck.

“Gonna fuck you real hard now baby,” he stated.

The tip of his dick entered into your slit slowly, but you were so wet you didn’t feel any pain of any sort. You just wanted more, needed more, craved more.

“Fuck that’s it, what a fuckin’ tight pussy you’ve got,” he grunted, as his pace moved more swiftly. He slapped your ass hard, fucking you faster and you couldn’t help but scream out obcensities into the pillow at hand.

“Say my name,” he grunted out, breathing heavily.

“Joel,” you moaned.

“Louder.”

“Joel!” Joel slapped your ass harder this time, until eventually you could feel his torso shake as his hands gripped your hips tighter.

“Fuck baby… gonna come…”

Joel let himself release inside of you and pulled out quickly, laying down on your bed, panting.

You turned back over, smiling, running your hands through your hair.

“What is it?”

“Just so you know… I was jealous of Jesse tonight.”

You laughed, playfully tucking yourself into Joel’s chest.

[ddejavvu]

currently thinking abt like maybe poly!marauders w innocent!reader but instead of like 🥺👉👈 innocent she’s like 🤔🧍‍♀️ innocent yk what i mean? sorry if that’s too vague this is my first time doing a request lmao

i know what you meant in your request and i tried to convey it here but i can't tell if i did it right? i hope it doesn't come off as too cutesy i tried to just make her confused 😭 putting a keep reading just 'cause they act like total dumbass teenage boys here and it might give some of you the ick if i'm being honest

James peers down at the sticky note that had been shoved into the lockbox on the garage door of the cabin you're renting for the weekend, instructions from the owner on how to get inside.

"She says the code is 6, 9, 6, 9, pound," James reads, pausing to snicker before he finishes his sentence, "And she'd prefer if we came in the back door."

Sirius lets out his familiar bark of laughter, mumbling, "That's what she said."

"She's a woman that knows what she wants," James's face is glowing with a perpetual grin, his skin rosy from the cold. Even Remus chuckles from where he's standing behind you with your bags, and you're not sure why they all seem to be so delighted by the homeowner's request.

"It's probably 'cause her bush blocks the front entrance," You muse, pointing at some roses that have grown over the pathway to the front door, but are far too beautiful to contain, "I wouldn't want to trim it either."

Somehow, you've missed the mark.

Their eyes brighten with even more of the amusement that's typically shining in them, and their chests convulse as they try biting their tongues to stop from laughing.

"What?" Your brow furrows slightly, "Why's that funny?"

"It's not," Remus clears his throat, but he's lying, and you know he is because his mouth is twisted into a poorly-concealed smirk, "I think you're right, darling. It's the bush."

"S'always the bush," Sirius chimes in, grin far too wolfish to be talking of roses, "I mean, y'forget to garden for a week, and bam, it's out of control."

"Alright," Remus chides lightly, though he's still tight in the chest as he tries not to laugh, "Might I remind you that you haven't trimmed in a month? It's almost as long as the hair on your head."

"It clogs up the shower drain, mate," James concedes regretfully, "I can't back you up on this one."

Your brain is swirling with scattered concepts, your train of thought rapidly switching between tracks. Roses, bush, hair, trimming, gardening, showering, you feel like you've dropped two crates of words and now you need to sort them back into their original piles again. Surely roses goes with gardening and bush, but what have they got to do with showering?

"Whatever," Sirius scoffs good-naturedly, slinging his bag over his shoulder and punching the code into the door. He presses the final key, mumbling pound as he does so, then holds it open for you, "C'mon darling, inside, let's go to pound town."

[mochinomnoms]

If requests are open...👉👈

I was thinking of a scenario, you know how Yuu was isekai'd pretty late into the educational track (US High School/UK College kinda late), that's a lot of years of basic education that their missing. I can imagine them getting tutoring from say, Riddle, Azul or even Jamil (though if you can think of anyone else in this scenario, go nuts) and he just...kinda makes a comment about like, "How can you not know about The Chess Wars, Yuu? This is Primary School level stuff"! Or something and Yuu just...loses it on him. Kinda in a "Do you have ANY idea how smart I am to be keeping my head above water when Grims dragging it down, I've got YEARS of schooling to catch up on AND my job working for Crowly!? Let me ask you about any part of MY worlds history and see how smart you are"

Or something. This has been an idea in my head for a while and words are hard today...💦

(I write NRC a college/university level so that's how this will be written as)

“This is basic history! Really Prefect,” Ace never failed to make fun of you, and lately he'd been focusing in on your abysmal grades. “Even Juice knows about the Chess Wars! And he's skipped like, all of middle school!”

Deuce glared at Ace kicked him out from under the table, though Riddle actually seemed to agree with him.

“I do have to admit, Ace is correct. Prefect, even students like Ruggie and Epel know the basics, this is inexcusable of a student of Night Raven College!”

Riddle had his arms cross, tapping a finger on his arm impatiently as you looked off to the side with a blank expression. Grim was, to no one's surprise, asleep in their lap.

Of course, Grim's 'responsibility' were the magic based classes. The Prefect had, literally, everything else.

“…Well? What do you even have to say for yourself?” Riddle narrowed his eyes at them, huffing.

“.....Back home I was smart, you know.” It was a soft mumble, barely audible, which made Riddle angrier.

“Speak up! You're not a child, you can enunciate—”

“—I was smart, Riddle! I was really fucking smart!” A sudden bang of your fists on the table startled the other three and awoke Grim.

“W-w-wha—wha' happ—”

“I had my school paid for with academic scholarships! I was awarded on the Dean's List for being one of the best students at my old university! I bet if you came to my world, you'd have just as much trouble, maybe even more!”

You jabbed a finger at Riddle, growing louder and louder in your self-righteousness.

“You don't know about the world wars! You don't know about our ancient history and gods! You're great at alchemy, but I bet you'd be getting yelled at by my version of Crewel for not being able to recognize the periodic table! I mean, can you even understand my position? Or do you guys just like having someone to look down on to make yourselves feel better!”

At this point, your voice was echoing in the library, the steps of the librarian growing louder as he approached you.

“You know what? I don't want your help, I don't think I want to even be around you guys! Not if you're going to belittle me for being forcibly plucked from the only world I've ever known into your shitty own! Deuce, I meet me at my dorm if you get tired from being around two condescending asses!”

Before the librarian could kick you out, you'd grabbed your things and marched out, ignoring his chastising as you marched out of the building.

Riddle was, of course, incredibly red. Though, his lips were pursed in a way that made it unclear if it was from his usual rage, or from guilty embarrassment. Ace looked baffled, clicking his tongue and pouting.

“Geez, it was just a joke…you know it was, right Deuce?”

“I mean, I kinda get what they're saying…”

Few wanted to admit that they did get a bit of satisfaction in being 'smarter' than someone else, and that you were the easiest target for that. Plus, no one wanted to admit that they forgot that you came from another world. It was a reminder that you'd have to go back eventually.

Gossip from that conversation spread like wildfire among the student body. Riddle was, of course, embarrassed and giving a gentle talking to by Trey after hearing about it from Cater. Though, he wasn't nearly as gentle to Ace, who didn't have the grades to back up his talk. Deuce did his best to support you in his own way, which was mostly sharing the notes and feedback he'd gotten from Riddle, at least until you were back on speaking terms with him.

Some of the other students started approaching you after a little while. Offering you a spot in their own study group, letting you ask the 'stupid' questions without those extra snide comments, though some of them have to remind themselves to shut their mouths. It takes awhile for you to talk to Ace and Riddle again, but once you do and resume your study sessions, Riddle is softer and Ace just a bit kinder.

[luveline]

I LOVE YOUR WRITING IT'S SO ASDFJKFTICDHBDIGDGXSJOHCBCFG

so I wanted to request Sirius x reader where the reader is on veritaserum and has a banter/ tongue in cheek sorta relationship with Sirius. And then when she's on the truth serum she has to hold back witty comebacks because when she opens her mouth all she keeps saying is how disgustingly cute Sirius looks when he smiles, and how she just wants to snog his face off PLEASE IF YOU CAN 👉👈 🥺

REMINDER: YOU'RE AMAZING AND I'M HAPPY AND PROUD OF YOUR SERVICE TO THE FANFIC COMMUNITY

thank you ♡ —you can't hide the truth from sirius, and he doesn't want to try. 1.3k

cw spiked drink

"Why would someone put veritaserum in the pimms?" you ask James meekly. 

"Shortcake, I'm really not sure. Don't get upset about it, alright? Remus is going to tear them all a new one." He squeezes you by the shoulders. "Don't worry, Jamie's here." 

"You're very handsome, but I don't fancy you. Much." 

James smiles. "Good to know, lovely. I don't fancy you much either. I'll assume you're saving yourself for our mutual dark-haired friend and I shan't be offended." 

You slap a hand over your mouth and shake your head, but the truth comes out muffled into your palm anyways. "I really like him," you say, eyes wide with terror, "I don't want anyone else. Oh, James! You're such a dick!" 

"Do you mean that, or are you just angry with me?" James asks, helping you out into the garden away from the party and your peers, who can't be trusted to leave you alone when you're set to tell them any secret they want. 

"Both!" 

"What's wrong?" Sirius asks. 

Your neck almost snaps as you look up. James swears, trying to save it as your body instinctively answers. "Someone's spiked our girl," James says extremely loudly to mask your more honest confession, "I'm worried I'm going to tell you I like you," you say. 

Sirius, sitting on a low garden wall with a packet of cigarettes in his hand, is puzzled. "What?" 

"Someone's put veritaserum in her drink. Maybe in the pitcher. I've brought her outside so she doesn't accidentally tell everyone she's in love with me."

Sirius grins. "Don't be daft, Prongs, she's clearly team Black. Aren't you, sweetheart?" 

"You're the prettiest of your trio," you say, sincerity like a blade at the back of your throat, aching, "I'm definitely on your team." 

James squeezes your shoulder and helps you into a garden chair, the metal cool against your back. "I'll forgive you because I know you can't help it, and because I know you're dying of embarrassment," he murmurs. 

"Thank you. I love you." 

"I love you too, shortcake," James says easily, kicking out a chair for Sirius and flopping into his beside you. "Aren't feeling ill, are you?" 

"Just terrified I'll say something too honest," you say, holding your breath between words. 

Sirius sits in the chair that's been kicked out for him with a cigarette held between his lips, unlit. He lift a his hips to pull a lighter from his back pocket and you flush with heat at the motion, wondering if you're a pervert for looking, for thinking, but lately your flirty banter has your heart doing front flips, and every time you see him you're zoning in on his hands, his arms, the slip of skin at his navel when he stretches, the low sound he makes when something pops. 

"Stop ogling me," he says without looking from his cigarette, the end glowing orange in the flame of his clipper. 

"I don't mean to," you say. 

James shifts uncomfortably. Everyone knows you like Sirius, maybe even Sirius, but he hasn't said a thing about it and you've stopped yourself (so far) from telling him. Any truth has been said under the guise of a joke. 

Sirius takes a short drag and holds the cigarette out and away from you, smoke curling in the cold autumnal night. "Shall I go help defend your honour? I assume that's where Remus is. Being spiked isn't funny." 

"I'd like it if you stayed here," you say. 

James laughs. Sirius leans forward a touch. "Then I'll stay here. Do you need something to drink?"

"My mouth is really dry," you say. 

Sirius sends a saccharine smile James' way. It's the look of an older brother used to getting his way, to which James sighs and grumbles, standing from his chair, "Don't ask her anything cruel," he says severely, kissing the top of your head quickly. "I'm serious." 

"I won't. I quite like her, in case you forgot. I've no interest in torturing her." 

You believe him. James departs with a pat, leaving you and Sirius alone at the garden table, still but for the little motion he does every now and then to fleck ash onto the floor. 

"You sure you're okay?" Sirius asks.

"I feel fine. Warm, but that's probably because you're smiling at me." 

He raises his eyebrows. "Maybe we should talk about something else. I really don't want to ask you anything too personal while you can't keep a secret. James gave me veritaserum once, when we were kids." 

"He did?" you ask. 

"Too much of it. I was sick, and I couldn't stop telling him how much I wished we were real brothers. Which he knows now, but at the time it was, you know, very sincere." 

"You and James are real brothers," you say. 

"I'm glad you can say that. It must be true," he says. "I'm lucky, even if he has tried to poison me." 

"James is lucky too. We all are." 

"Yeah?" he asks. He's about to continue, but your mouth does the choosing for you, and you cut him off. 

"I love knowing you, Sirius, I feel lucky to be your friend, and I–" You bite your tongue hard enough for tears to catch in your eyes immediately. 

Sirius' blasé fades, falls away slowly, like a moving cloud unveiling a slice of light, "Don't hurt yourself," he says, alarmed at your wincing. He drops his cigarette and smashes it with his heel, shuffling his chair closer to yours. 

"I just don't want to tell you something," you say, shaking your head. 

Sirius touches your hand. "Okay, I won't ask you any more questions. I'm sorry. Everyone's allowed their secrets, lovely, I didn't mean to make you answer me. I thought it would be easier to skirt around the issue." 

But it's a big feeling, and it's in everything you do. You really, really like him. If you can't be honest about that, maybe you can be honest about something else..

There's no shame in finding a handsome man handsome. And maybe you can convince him that that's all it is. "I just want to kiss you stupid, Black," you say, "like, kiss you until I can't feel my mouth anymore. You look like you know how to really kiss someone." 

Sirius laughs suddenly, startled. "I want to kiss you stupid, doll. You're a fucking dime piece," he says through laughter, "and that's the truth."

"You look really nice when you laugh," you further, wondering if this is the wrong thing to do. 

"You look beautiful when you laugh," he says. 

"Joking with you about stuff is the best part of my week." 

"It's the best part of mine. I wish we saw each other more often," he says. 

"Did you drink the pimms, too?" you ask. 

"No. I'm stone cold sober, sweetheart." Sirius looks behind you and you follow his gaze to the patio doors, where James and Remus are arguing good-naturedly, a tall pint glass filled literally to the rim with water in James' hand.

"Has he left you alone?" Remus asks, quick down the short step to defend you. "I love you, Sirius, but I don't trust you to not ask her embarrassing questions." 

"I'm starting to get offended. No, she hasn't told me anything embarrassing. Only that she wants to snog my lips off, but I knew that already." Sirius smiles at you dopily while his friends seize up. "And that's hardly embarrassing, because I want to do it to her first." 

[fourthavecafe]

I just found this blog, I read it and I love it! 💖 Especially with Sukuna in modern days, irritated and confused by new world ideas 😆 So as the requests are open, may I ask for Sukuna and reader in modern days, when reader is always curious about Sukuna, askin questions and once they asked him is he ticklish. Sukuna is confuse and as reader explain him what tickles are, he grow too curious for reader`s poor ticklish body sake. Pretty please! 👉👈

Sukuna discovering what tickling is

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You were perched on his lap, your legs dangling over one side of his throne-like chair while his large hands rested casually on your waist. He was reading something—some old, dusty book he found interesting but his attention wasn’t entirely on it.

You’d noticed how his fingers occasionally squeezed your sides, almost like a reflex, as if he enjoyed reminding you who was really in charge.

Despite his usual cold demeanor, Sukuna had his moments of surprising softness when it came to you. The slight shift in his expression whenever you teased him, the way he sometimes allowed you to sit this close without a word of protest it all pointed to the fact that, for some reason, he had a soft spot for you.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you studied his sharp features and furrowed brow. “Sukuna” you said, a mischievous lilt in your voice.

He didn’t look up from his book but one of his four eyes turned to glance at you. “What?”

“Are you… ticklish?” you asked, grinning up at him.

That caught his attention. His crimson eyes narrowed slightly, his expression shifting into something between confusion and suspicion. “Ticklish?” he repeated, as if the word was foreign to him.

“Yeah, ticklish!” you chirped, unable to suppress your amusement at his puzzled expression. “You know, like… sensitive to touch in a way that makes you laugh? Like this—”

In a moment of boldness or foolishness, you reached out and lightly wiggled your fingers against his stomach. Of course, his abs were like steel and your “tickling” attempt had absolutely no effect.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a dangerous smirk. “What are you doing?”

You burst into giggles at your own ridiculousness, leaning back slightly to meet his gaze. “I was just testing it out! You don’t seem very ticklish, though. Too bad.”

His smirk widened, and there was a glint of something wicked in his eyes. “Oh? So that’s what you were trying to do?”

Before you could process the shift in the air, Sukuna’s hands moved lightning-fast. One large hand squeezed your stomach, his fingers digging in just enough to make you squeal and curl up instinctively.

“Ah! Sukuna!” you yelped, laughter spilling out of you as you squirmed in his grasp.

“Hmm” he mused, tilting his head as if studying you. “So this is what you meant by ticklish?”

“Y-you can’t just—!” you started but your words dissolved into more laughter as his other hand joined in, pinching your sides with an almost surgical precision.

“Interesting” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “You’re awfully sensitive, aren’t you? and here I thought humans were supposed to be resilient.”

“Sukuna!” you gasped, squirming and trying to push his hands away but he was far too strong.

“Stop? Why would I do that?” he drawled, his smirk growing as his hands traveled lower, giving your thighs a firm squeeze. The sudden change in location made you jolt, and your laughter took on a higher pitch.

“Ah, so it’s not just your stomach” he noted, his tone smug. “Your thighs, too? How… fascinating.”

“S-stop analyzing me like I’m some kind of experiment!” you managed to sputter between laughs, your face burning with embarrassment.

“Why not? You brought this upon yourself” he said, his hands pausing for a moment as he considered his next move. Then, with a wicked glint in his eyes, he poked a finger directly into your bellybutton.

Your reaction was immediate and explosive. You let out a squeal, your body curling up even tighter as you tried in vain to shield your most vulnerable spot.

“Well, well” Sukuna drawled, clearly enjoying himself. “What do we have here? This little spot seems to be particularly sensitive.”

“Don’t you dare!” you warned, your voice shaky from laughter.

He grinned, his fangs glinting in the dim light. “Oh, I dare.”

With infuriating slowness, his fingers returned to your bellybutton, poking and prodding as if testing just how much you could handle. Your laughter was uncontrollable now, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you writhed in his lap.

“Sukuna, stop! Please!” you begged, your voice barely audible through your fits of laughter.

“Begging already?” he teased, his tone mockingly sweet. “I thought you were tougher than this, little one.”

“I’m—serious!” you choked out, your attempts to grab his wrists utterly futile against his overwhelming strength.

He chuckled, his deep, rich laughter sending shivers down your spine. “Oh, I believe you. But you should’ve thought of that before you decided to test me. Now, I’m curious.”

and curious he was. Sukuna explored every ticklish spot he could find, his hands alternating between squeezing your sides, pinching your thighs and tormenting your bellybutton. His movements were slow and deliberate, almost as if he were savoring your reactions.

“Such a strange weakness” he mused, his voice filled with mock wonder. “To think that something so small could reduce you to this.”

“Sukuna, I swear—”

“What? You’ll fight back?” he interrupted, laughing as you tried and failed to push him away. “Don’t make me laugh. You’re completely at my mercy.”

As if to prove his point, he gave your bellybutton one last, particularly cruel poke, sending you into another fit of uncontrollable laughter.

Eventually, when you were breathless and trembling in his lap, he finally relented. His hands stilled, resting on your waist as he looked down at you with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.

“You’re lucky I don’t decide to make this a daily activity” he said, his smirk firmly in place.

You glared up at him, still trying to catch your breath. “You’re a monster.”

He chuckled, leaning down until his face was inches from yours. “and yet, you seem to like sitting on this monster’s lap.”

Your cheeks flushed and you looked away, muttering something incoherent under your breath.

He tilted his head, his expression mockingly innocent. “What was that, little one? Speak up.”

“Nothing!” you snapped, your voice tinged with both embarrassment and lingering laughter.

“Hmm” he hummed, clearly unconvinced but unwilling to press the issue. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his hands still resting on your waist as if to remind you who was in control.

“Consider this a lesson” he said, his tone smug. “Don’t challenge me unless you’re prepared to face the consequences.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at him. “Fine. But don’t think I’m going to forget this.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it” he replied, his grin widening.

As infuriating as he was, you couldn’t deny that there was something oddly endearing about the way he looked at you in that moment his crimson eyes filled with amusement and just the faintest hint of affection.

[eldritch-nightmare]

Liu and sully dating headcanond please 🥺👉👈

thank u anon i'm giving u a lil fist bump for sending this in <3 it might b a little short. just a tad. i hope u enjoy it nonetheless. <33 i was going to make a separate poly section but like. then i didn't. anyways i wrote this in one sitting. uhhh requests are opened also btw if anyone wants to send smth in <3

warnings: me being silly and deranged over liu and sully, mentions of guns, mentions of fire, mentions of religion, blasphemy???, blood, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of murder, i swear it's not dark sully is just. sully.

Liu.

dating?????? he knows nothing about it. no experience at all. a few crushes here and there when he was younger but... his priorities have been more-so dedicated to trying to kill his brother than being the next bachelor.

he probably doesn't even realize when he's developed feelings for someone, if we're being honest. there are only like... three sure-fire ways for him to realize he's got feelings for someone.

option a) sully. this is the most likely way, because sully is a solid(ly aggressive) wingman and would get fuckin annoyed seeing liu oblivious to his own feelings and would probably leave a note for liu to find that says something along the lines of 'ask them out before i do it for you'. that's certainly one way to make the man confront his feelings.

option b) you approach him first. be honest with your feelings, he's a really good listener. tell him how you want to go out on a date with him, or that you want him to be your boyfriend, whatever, it'll hit him in the face.

option c) patience. he'll figure it out one day on his own, just... it'll take time. and a lot of it.

anyways, using one of these three options laid out for you, you're sure to score a boyfriend! i hope you're not scared of fire. or guns. or... religion. those three things are pretty much a big part of him as a person, so.

but no yeah he's head over heels in love with you btw. the man would gift you the heavens itself if he could, but all he can give you are cute little trinkets that remind him of you.

he's so fucking romantic and he doesn't even try like. trust me. trust me on this guys please please you gotta believe me when i say this dude okay just like. trust me please.

he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. he'd probably be admiring you, resting his head on your lap while you play with his hair, your attention so focused on the show or movie playing. it's such a simple moment, but it's the one that makes him realize that he's in deep. like... wow. he's so in love with you.

he's a little hesitant to admit it, but you've become home. not because he hates it or anything like that, god, not at all. he's just... the last home he had was mercilessly ripped away from him. so pardon him for being a little scared. but you make him feel safe, and that's not something he's been able to feel in a long, long time.

liu doesn't murder without a reason. he actively avoids murdering people if he can. but he'd kill for you. whether or not that's something he's ready or willing to admit yet is up for debate but he would murder someone for you without any ounce of hesitation.

he's so willing to go out on dates w you btw. if you want to take a walk in the park, go see a movie, or whatever people do on dates then go ahead. he's legally dead in the eyes of the law. got a grave and everything, so he's not worried about being seen in public.

under the assumption that you know nothing about who he is, or his past, he's never going to tell you. all you'll ever know is that his parents were brutally murdered, he has a little brother that you... you think his brother is dead?? he talks about him as though he's dead. he almost died the same night his parents died, and his house burnt to the ground after. he's... really vague when he talks about his past. you'll never know the full extent, not unless the truth is forced upon you.

god i have so much more i want to add but i dont want this to get too long okay just. he's so in love with you. you've brought light back into his life, and he'll do everything in his power to keep you safe. he cannot lose you. yes we will ignore the thoughts i have of how he'd react if you did die lol. for now.

anyways he's the perfect boyfriend honestly <3

Sully.

also has no dating experience but he's not oblivious to his own feelings. the moment he decides that he cares about you a little more than he typically cares for another person, he's telling you.

he's so casual about it too, like. sir. how can you say 'yeah i think i could fall in love with you' with such a straight face?? you ask him that and he just shrugs.

i really hope you're comfortable with the sight of blood because trust the moment the two of you become an official couple, he's showing up at your place with injuries. nothing too bad, he'd hate to scare you like that, but just little things. like a gash of a knife on the palm of his hand. he has a really high pain tolerance but he'll act like the pain is utterly unbearable if it means having you help him treat it and kiss it better.

it's not like he actually needs you to take care of him. but he likes watching you. he likes watching the way you focus, carefully tending to his wounds, scared that you'll hurt him more if you're not careful. he likes watching the way his blood smears on your skin (totally by accident and not at all on purpose).

definitely the type to bite your lip just a little too hard when kissing you just so he can taste your blood. he thinks it's romantic idk the guy is kind of a freak (affectionately)

he'd probably eat you if he could but then he'd miss you too much so :( no cannibalism. but he thinks cannibalism is romantic guys. feel like i need to state that. he says 'i would eat you' but in a loving, romantic, affectionate way.

he never really understood religion, nor did he care much for it. he understood that it was a big part of liu's life, and therefore something he encounters often, but it wasn't until he started dating you that he understood. there must be some god or deity out there because heaven is wherever you're at.

you must be an angel, because how else could you love someone like him? he'd never pray to god, but god, he could pray to you all day.

and fuck, he thinks about corrupting you, dragging an angel like you down to his hell.

he can picture it now, tears streaming down your face, shaking in fear as you kill someone for the first time. their blood staining your hands and clothes as you drop the knife, horrified by what you've done while sully pulls you into a hug and tells you that you did such a good job.

i've already said this but sully likes watching you. you could be doing nothing at all, or someone could be talking to him. doesn't matter. the moment you're in the same room as him, he's staring at you.

you don't know why he does it, and he never gives you an answer when you ask. he just smiles.

you'd never think this, but sully is scared of you dying. people are so fragile, it doesn't take much to kill them. he's... he's never been scared before, and it... excites him. of course you're the one to make him feel this way. it could never be anyone else. anyways don't die. he'll be sad if you do.

was actually shocked when it clicked that he loved you. like... yeah, he said he could fall in love with you but. fucking wow it actually happened. holy shit.

anyways he tells you like .5 seconds after. he adapts to his emotions very quickly. the guy just casually says, 'hey, i'm in love with you.' and just stares until you respond with 'i'm in love with you too' and then he just has this small smile on his face for like... the rest of the day.

would also murder for you btw. no hesitation, no questions asked. if you want someone dead, he's killing them for you. clearly, they deserve to be dead if you hated them enough to wish for it.

solid boyfriend material but only if you're okay with. him. as a person.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hnng your writing of Donna with pregnant reader or a kid makes my ovaries howl.

Could we maybe have some more with Donna being soft with pregnant reader, maybe even asking to get married? 👉👈

Domestic Donna gives me the lesbian feelings.

Regardless of the ask, really great writing and hope you keep hydrated

Yesss!!! Thank you for your words, and for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))))

Taking care of you

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: fluff, pregnant reader

Word count: 4,027

Summary: Seven months of pregnancy are too many months, but she's always by your side...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

Boredom was something you could allow yourself. The mansion, always dark, lonely, as if no one lived there, had become an incessant circuit of walks, sighs and moans.

You had been living there for a year, a year since your life changed forever.

A villager born there, a helper on your family's farm, you never had the impression that your life could somehow improve, or get out of the monotony. Masses to the Black Gods, blind faith in Mother Miranda and the Lords... It was a boring and sinister routine.

But if anything got you out of bed in the mornings it was that kind of discreet game you played in the church, when no one was looking.

The woman in mourning, the most dangerous and dark Lord of all, Donna Beneviento, seemed to follow that little game of glances. At first it was just your imagination, curiosity about that black veil, about that melancholic pose. It soon became a subtle exchange of greetings, a turn of her head towards you, and yours towards hers.

Coincidence, curiosity, or simply the anxiety to get out of the routine, you didn’t know what exactly had been the trigger for that daily exchange, for that habit of greeting each other with an increasingly effusive gesture.

You could say that love had knocked on your door, that it had opened a path in the dark and grey way that would be your life. Against all odds, that path appeared in front of you when that black figure walked towards you after one of the witch's sermons and, timidly, with the help of that sinister Angie doll, Lady Beneviento finally begged to meet you.

It wasn’t an easy relationship. There were many problems, traumas and insecurities tormenting the lady in black. You were always a girl with patience, who would fight for her beloved without fearing the consequences.

Little by little you learned to deal with her, to understand her, to comfort her when she needed it. Maybe she was never like everyone said. Maybe her only problem was being hopelessly alone.

That was a routine you liked to be in: silent afternoons, kisses, caresses, romantic dinners, a lot of reminders of how much she loved you and how afraid she was of losing you…

Yes, even when you had just moved to the old estate, you felt comfortable with the routine, with feeling there was actually someone who understood you and whom you understood.

But the illusion that your life was a path already marked, an illuminated or dark one, was simply a sensation heightened by boredom. No, your life was not going to continue the same, it never would.

After several weeks of feeling sick, you discovered that life still had a surprise in store for you. You were pregnant.

 It was something unexpected, a slip that was not really one, a carelessness that could not be called that way.

An emotional whirlwind shook your senses. Many unanswered questions lashed your mind mercilessly. In the end, after thinking about it calmly, you decided to see that news as the best in the world, as the beginning of a wonderful new routine.

The symptoms were almost unbearable, but luckily Donna was always with you, always looking after you, looking after her child. You would never have had the courage to endure those mood swings, those nausea, without her hand tightly squeezing yours.

And there you were, seven months later, carrying a swollen belly, with your body exhausted by every step you took, wishing that it would finally be over and you could be a family, the strangest family in the whole village, but also one of the most respected.

Everything was going perfectly well, but, for a week now, Lady Beneviento was especially... Her. You didn't know why, but she seemed nervous. It was probably because of that sudden responsibility of your pregnancy, her constant fear of not being what you expected of her to be.

“Hello? Are there any Donnas in there?” you asked amused, knocking on the doors of the old workshop, with a hand eternally resting on your belly.

“(Y/N),” the woman in black said, walking to open the door, with a sad smile. “What are you doing here, tesoro? You should rest.”

You waved it off and sighed childishly.

“I know, but if I have to spend one more minute alone up there, with Angie telling me all the time how fat I am...” you said with pleading eyes.

Donna smiled, caressing your cheek and then your belly, as usual, slowly approaching to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

“Don't pay attention to her, mm? You look beautiful,” she whispered affectionately, with that smile that took you so long to discover.

“I have eyes in my face and there are mirrors in this house,” you joked a bit frustrated, joining your hands with hers, caressing that increasingly annoying lump. “It doesn't matter, can I keep you company for a while?”

“Sure, let me help you,” she said, excited as every time you left the light on the upper floor to dive into that dark basement, to be with her, to make her see that she would never be alone again.

Carefully, the lady accompanied you to a nearby chair, helping you sit down in a gentlemanly manner, taking a look at you in case you might be uncomfortable before returning to her dolls.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, without taking away that wonderful smile, the expectation of the changes of what was now your family.

“Well…” you sighed, resting an elbow on the table, playing with the dress of one of the hundreds of porcelain dolls that guarded the sinister workshop. “Let's see… I've thrown up breakfast again, my ankles are burning and I think they've quintupled in size, the baby seems to want to be a gymnast because it doesn't stop moving and it's the sixth time I've gone to the bathroom in two hours but… I guess I'm fine,” you said amused, counting each and every one of the discomforts that were already part of your daily life.

Donna looked at you studiously, with a half smile, sighing and nodding.

“Calm down, tesoro, there's less and less left,” she murmured, mixing paints in a jar, decorating an empty porcelain head.

You nodded, blinking mockingly.

“It’s easy for you to say, huh?” you whispered, nudging her slightly. She closed her eye and took a breath, thinking of what to say to the truth that frustrated her. “I'm joking, Donna. I don't know what I'd do without you.”

The lady looked at you lovingly again, but with a dark shadow on her face, as if something was worrying her. Well, of course she was worried, she couldn't help but feel somehow guilty about your discomfort.

“I, I'm worried, (Y/N)…” Donna said quietly, leaving her freshly painted head on the table and turning to caress your belly again, with a frown.

“What's worrying you?” you asked with the same soft tone, breathing calmly thanks to her tender caresses.

“What if it looks like me?” she asked, looking into your eyes, running her hand slowly over your belly. You smiled, lifting her face with your hand, looking into that eye emanating sadness.

“Then it will be the most beautiful baby in the world,” you whispered, capturing her lips again in a slow, sudden kiss.

“No, no…” she said immediately, moving away and running her hand through the hair that fell over the deformity of her right eye. “I don't mean that, I… I'm, I'm afraid that… Well, that it might inherit my… My problems, you know.”

You smiled understandingly, taking her hand in yours, letting the air out of your lungs little by little, relaxing Donna's incipient trembling, one that never brought anything good.

“Come on, Donna, don't think that way, I'm sure everything will be fine,” you said, getting a little closer to her, cupping her soft face in your hands, running your thumbs over her cheeks. She slowly shook her head. It wasn't that easy to take away her worries, you already knew that.

“You're just saying that to reassure me,” she sighed listlessly, taking your hand, showing the trembling of hers. You smiled, thus hiding your helplessness to calm her fears. “Everything, all of this is so... New to me...”

“Of course, you're right, what was I thinking?” you joked, moving away and crossing your arms, making her blink in confusion. “I should have known that it would be new for you, since for me, well, it's just another pregnancy, like the previous fourteen.”

Donna looked at you curiously, opening her mouth to say something, but being unable to do so. You bit your lip and stood up from the chair, sitting on her lap with an amused gasp, grabbing her cheeks with your hand and comically shaking her head.

“It was a joke,” you hissed in a mocking tone, stealing a kiss from her as you gripped her face, letting her hold you comfortably, breathing in relief. Having Donna learn to catch your jokes was an even more complicated goal than motherhood.

“Certo,” she said, shaking her head, embarrassed by her naivety, holding you tightly against her body.

You, amused, looked at your belly, settling yourself on the brunette's lap, who was still embarrassed by her attitude.

“What did your mommy say? I hope you understand her,” you whispered, pretending to talk to the baby, something that undoubtedly, just as you planned, made the woman in black smile, stealing an elegant kiss from you, sighing.

“Everything, everything will be okay… right?” she asked in a low tone, looking sweetly into your eyes.

“Everything will be okay, Donna, you'll see. We'll be the best family in the world,” you said softly, leaving the jokes aside. She looked at you uncertainly, but nodded, caressing your belly again.

“Family…” she sighed, losing her gaze again, turning her bright eye away from yours, shifting in her chair. “It, it reminds me that I have something to tell you, (Y/N).”

“I’m listening,” you said amused, getting off her lap and returning to your seat, feeling that terrible nuisance of nature again.

“I, well, maybe it seems silly to you but I've been thinking about you, about me, about the baby, for a while… I, I was wondering if…”

“Wait, wait a moment,” you said with an apologetic smile. She fell silent and looked at you curiously. “I have to go to the bathroom, again,” you excused yourself, almost running out the door of the workshop.

After that common, but at the same time strange conversation, the lady in black didn’t return to what she wanted to say. It was true that she took care of everything, but it was also true that the more the baby grew, the more incapable you became to maintain a long conversation, sleep through the night or just relax.

“Mmm,” you murmured when it was time to eat, enjoying the amazing cooking of the dangerous Donna Beneviento. If you were told that a Lord like her had a passion for culinary art, you would probably think it was a joke. “You know, I could spend years pregnant for you to cook for me.”

Donna looked at you amused, shaking her head.

“I already cooked for you before, (Y/N),” she said, taking a sip of her glass of wine, with an amused expression, without losing her smile.

“Did you?” you asked with a mocking tone, pretending to search those memories on you mind.

She nodded, laughing adorably. You could spend an eternity listening to that laughter.

“If Mother Miranda saw you…” you mocked, with a mocking smile, rolling your eyes, shaking your head, pretending indignation.

“She would ask what's for dessert,” Donna joked, surprisingly, thus earning to hear your amused laughter while you comically threw a napkin at her.

“She’ll have just birdseed,” you whispered, messing with the high priestess, the cause of many of Donna's problems.

To tell the truth, you didn't like Miranda very much, but that one of her daughters, the youngest, was starting a family didn't seem to bother her at all, which guaranteed you a quiet life, or so you liked to believe.

“Mother Miranda...” the lady whispered, changing her amused expression to a serious one, looking away from yours, focusing on her already empty plate. “(Y/N), I want, I want to ask you something...”

You, completely oblivious to those words, yawned exaggeratedly, stretching yourself on the table and rubbing your eyes.

“Are you okay?” the lady asked, worried, forgetting the phrase she was saying.

You nodded, suppressing another yawn.

“Yes, yes, just... I'm just sleepy,” you said in a tired voice.

Donna sighed in frustration at something and then nodded, with a smile a little weaker than usual.

“Okay, I'll... I'll pick this up and you, you should lie down, okay?” she said, getting up from the table and stacking the plates, pointing to the couch.

“Don't tell me twice,” you sighed, walking slowly towards the indicated couch and lying down carefully, enduring another dose of erratic movements from the baby in your belly.

You felt something covering you and you couldn't help but smile tenderly.

“Rest, amore mio,” Donna whispered covering you with a blanket and kissing your head.

You, with your eyes already closed, reached for her hand to caress it before she left, which caused another tender laugh from the doll maker.

Before you could realize that Donna had been wanting to tell you something all day, something important, sleep attacked you mercilessly.

“Hey!” An unpleasant squeal made you open your eyes in fear, sitting up immediately. Of course, Angie had to make her appearance.

“Oh, Angie, you’ve scared me,” you protested, automatically bringing your hands to your belly, protecting it from that sinister doll.

The puppet laughed amused, climbing onto the couch and uncovering you completely with a tug on the blanket.

“Coward, coward…” she sang mockingly, making you snort angrily.

“Do you know that if you scare me you can cause me a premature labor?” you asked ironically, causing the sinister laughter to stop immediately. “What do you say? Do you think you can handle that?”

“Uhg, go back to the aquarium, Willy,” Angie mocked unpleasantly, as always.

“This is the last time I buy a VHS from the Duke,” you threatened, crossing your arms.

Angie laughed again, fighting against your attempt to push her off the couch.

“Angie, lasciala stare,” Donna said, appearing miraculously, like she always does.

The doll fidgeted, fleeing from her owner's reprimands. You growled, looking pleadingly at the lady, who approached the corner with a tray, leaving it on the small coffee table.

“Your evil doll has insinuated I’m a whale,” you said in a childish way, like a little child who tells on something its brother did.

“Angie…” Donna sighed, looking angrily at the doll, who cowardly fled from the ventriloquist's anger. “Don't pay attention to her, you look beautiful, you know it.”

“Yes, yes…” you sighed, shaking your head rubbing your now throbbing temples. “What did you bring me?” you asked with a tender, almost seductive tone.

“Some tea with some cookies,” she explained, serving you that hot liquid in a cup. You blushed once again, overwhelmed by so much attention, but of course delighted by it.

“Are you really that dangerous? You look like a soft, cuddly teddy bear to me,” you joked, taking the hot cup and blowing to make the smoke disappear.

“I wish that were true,” the lady said, with a slightly sad tone, letting you know you had unintentionally brought back the ghosts of her past.

You gave her a quick kiss on the cheek while calming the movements in your belly with soft caresses she quickly joined in. If there was one thing Donna liked, that made her really smile, it was noticing how her baby was growing, how it was moving inside of you.

After that tender little moment, you stepped back, taking one of the cookies from the tray, ready to dip it into the tea.

“(Y/N), I…” Donna sighed, playing with something in her hand, something you couldn't see since you were focused on your snack. “I want, I want to ask you, I would like…”

“Oh, no…” you murmured sadly when that cookie broke into a thousand pieces.

It was silly, but anything that happened to you was likely to be the spark that triggered one of your horrible mood swings. As if it were a real drama, as if you were watching a movie without a happy ending, tears came to your eyes.

“Tesoro, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?” the lady asked worriedly, hiding that mysterious object behind her.

“Donna, it's horrible,” you sobbed with your eyes set on the pieces of cookie that sank into the tea.

“Che cosa? (Y/N), what, what's wrong?” she asked again, nervously holding your hand and studying your sad gaze.

“My cookie just broke,” you sobbed, letting those senseless tears travel down your cheeks.

As expected, the lady in black blinked in confusion, looking at your cup of tea and then at you.

“The, the cookie,” she repeated with a frown, breathing more calmly.

Overwhelmed by a sudden sadness at that terrible misfortune, you threw yourself into her arms, letting the tears of your personal drama bathe the black fabric of her dress.

“Why is life so unfair?” you asked, giving too much importance to that incident, unable to control, once again, the hormonal changes that tormented your fragile spirit.

Donna hugged you, caressing your back erratically, surely stunned by such a disproportionate reaction.

“Um, (Y/N), cal, calmati, tesoro,” she murmured, comforting you as best she could in such a comically absurd situation “There, there are many more cookies.”

“None like that one!” you squealed, causing the lady to hug you even tighter as you sank into her chest.

“(Y/N), come on, relax… Don’t, don’t cry, it’s not good for the baby,” she said in a soft voice, without letting you go of her confusing embrace, admirably enduring your mood swings, everything your body was going through with that little baby inside.

“You’re right,” you said, pulling away abruptly and wiping away your tears, suddenly finding that crying absurd and ridiculous. “There are more cookies in the ocean, aren’t there?” you joked as an apology.

She laughed and shook her head, not wasting the opportunity to please you with a kiss on the lips, a tender and playful kiss.

You finally relaxed, embarrassed by your erratic attitude. When you moved, you saw something behind the lady, a small box, surely what Donna was holding minutes before.

“What’s that?” you asked, pointing at the object in question.

Donna looked at it as if she had been scared, taking it and standing up abruptly.

“Niente,” she whispered nervously, hiding the package behind her back.

You looked at her suspiciously, trying to peek out to see it, something impossible, since she was moving at the same time.

“Nothing? You liar,” you said, squinting, making an effort to get up and reach out a hand to the woman in black. With the baby increasingly heavy in your belly, it was normal for Donna to have an advantage in running away from you. “Hey, come back here, you know I can't run.”

“It's not important, (Y/N), it's nonsense,” she said, walking away from you, with a fake smile.

You, with dark eyes, knowing that the lady was hiding something from you was quite obvious, walked slowly towards her.

“A worse nonsense than crying over a cookie? Come on, come here, honey, tell me what you're hiding,” you said amused, chasing the lady around the room, at your own pace, of course.

“No, it's nothing, stop, stop moving like that, it could be... Dangerous...” she stammered, clumsily cornered against a wall.

“It's not right for you to run away from the mother of your child, Donna,” you hissed, managing to reach out your arm to snatch the object from her, which she prevented with a comical pirouette.

“I'm not running away from you, I'm just...” she sighed nervously, shifting away from you again, which gave her at least a ten-minute head start so you could turn around.

“Got it!” Angie shouted, jumping towards the lady and taking the small box from her, causing a frustrated snort from the woman, who kicked the floor in a childish manner.

“Cazzo, Angie!” Donna shouted furiously, unable to stop the doll on her way to you, handing you the box with a satisfied laugh.

You raised your eyebrows, taking the box with a smile, surprised by the doll's attitude.

“Wow, thanks Angie,” you said amused, high-fiving the puppet.

“I also hate when my cookies break,” Angie whispered, running away from her owner's fury again, disappearing from the scene among evil laughs.

“(Y/N), wait…” the lady sighed, not being able to reach you before you opened the box and froze.

Inside that box, there was something shiny, very shiny, a wonderful ring, covered in diamonds, that lit up your face with its golden aura, leaving you confused, amazed and speechless.

“A ring?” you asked with a smile you couldn't help, with your heart beating fast and the baby moving in your belly.

“I…” she said, with her hand on her forehead, letting her body relax with a sad, defeated sigh.

“Wow, it's amazing, Donna,” you whispered, taking the jewel in your hand and admiring it with curiosity.

The lady growled and snatched the box and the ring from you, unable to look at your face.

“That damn doll…” she hissed furiously.

“Hey, tell me, tell me what it means,” you said in a soft tone, controlling the impending nervous breakdown of the lady in black.

“What do you think it means?” she said, shaking her head and putting the jewel back in the case.

You shrugged confused, with a million thoughts calling for your attention.

“Oh, I guess there is no choice...” she whispered, before gently taking your hands and kneeling on the wooden floor with her eye closed.

Again, you froze, letting her hand lightly pull yours as she soaked it with a nervous sweat.

“(Y/N) maybe, maybe I'm not the best person in the world, maybe... Maybe the things we've lived are just an illusion and maybe, maybe it's nonsense. Maybe I don't deserve more than what I have, I don't deserve your love and your smile brightening the darkness of my life but...” she said with a broken voice, with her body trembling as she knelt down.

“Donna...” you sighed with an expectant smile as she opened the small case again.

“But if there's any compassion left for me, I'd like to ask the Black Gods for you to never leave my side, for you to you continue to brighten my life every day and for me to be able spend an eternity by your side, like, like a family...” she continued, not daring to look at your face, taking a breath to ask the last question, the most important of all “(Y/N), amore mio, light of my days, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

You bit your lip again, now looking into her bright eye, listening to her nervous breathing. You shook your head with a wide smile, the most sincere smile of your life.

“Donna, I…”

She nodded impatiently.

“Of course, I would love to be your wife. I love you so much…” you said excitedly with a tear, which this time made sense, sliding down your cheek.

If your smile was sincere, bright, hers had no words. With a joyful gasp, she leaned towards your bulging belly, kissing it tenderly before getting up and capturing your lips in a romantic, passionate way.

“Gods, (Y/N)… Ti amo…” she whispered, resting her forehead against yours, mixing her tears of joy with yours.

After a moment of serenity, of tender looks, the lady in black took the ring out of the case, elegantly sliding it onto your finger, breathing heavily, but happily. Only happiness could be seen on her face.

[superbfirnacho]

Huh- I'm kinda shy but-

This sweety and classic sans ? 👉👈

Sorry the ref is kinda old and ugly TwT''

Btw she's smaller then fanon classic :p

ALSO I LOVE YOUR ART !! You're so talentued

Awwww tysm! Ur oc is so cute!! Thx for the request :3

reminder that asks for oc x canon are open! Rules below:

[notyourhetloki]

Can I get something for Ken with ❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜ 👉👈

jealous Ken (Ken x Reader)

Reader: gender neutral

/Ken x Reader/

A/N: Yaay a request from the prompt list! How fun! Thank you, anon... hope you enjoy ♡

Prompt list mentioned: here's the link

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The party was going smoothly... you and Ken were dancing alongside your friends in perfectly synched choreography, laughing and having so much fun!

After the first dance was over, another Ken approached you with a smile while cheering you on. "Great job, (Y/N)! That was fantastic!"

"Thank you so much, Ken!" you responded, and in an instant noticed the look on your Ken's face. He was frowning, pouting his lips in an almost disgusted expression.

You decided to ignore him for the time being, choosing to enjoy the party while you could. You kept on dancing, and as the night progressed, you received even more praise from your friends.

It was the end of the night, and everyone started going to their own homes. You caught a glimpse of your Ken leaning on a wall, with a frown on his face. You walked towards him, kissing him on the cheek. "What's up, handsome?"

He immediately cheered up but still maintained a bitter front. "You looked great... looked like you were having a lot of fun."

"Thank you, I was!" You stated while messing with his hair, stealing a little grin from him. But Ken looked mad, still... and you knew exactly why.

"Ken... are you ok? You look like you're jealous."

Ken immediately perked up, straightening his posture to show confidence and smiling nervously. "Me?! Jealous?! Of course not, why would I be jealous?"

"Because the other Kens were praising me?" You didn't mean to state it so bluntly but... yeah.

His eyes darkened up, rage filling his soul while he tried keeping composure. He gritted his teeth while calmly speaking: "Because I'm your boyfriend and the other Kens could just keep to themselves!"

You grabbed his hands, drawing circles with your thumbs over his nervous skin. "But, Ken... I only have eyes for you! You don't need to be jealous..." and with that final whisper, you closed the gap between you with a kiss. It was not only a reminder of your love for him, but also a tease... a promise for later, if he behaved.

You parted slowly, his eyes fluttered open and the rage had definitely subsided. "Ugh, you always know exactly what to do to make me feel good..." Ken confessed, a smile finally showing on his face.

With a giggle, you could finally celebrate. "Yeah, I do... come, let's go home."

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[demigoddessqueens]

Oh gosh! I had no idea you do match-ups! If your requests are still open could I have a Castlevania one as well? 👉👈

I’m a bisexual girl, with short brown hair and blue eyes. I love creative things like writing, art, illustration as well as film. I’m also great at organizing things, making sure I do my best and so do people around me.

I come across as quiet and professional, maybe even aloof but when you get to know me I’m soft and emotional, although still low-energy. I have chronic pain in my shoulder so my mood can go down very easily and suddenly and I do get annoyed that I’m not able to keep up physically.

I like to be the smartest person in the room and I love to study languages. I like to keep myself productive and sometimes struggle to relax. Teasing is definitely a love language for me but I also appreciate the quiet moments together.

Tysm for this and for all your writing x

Oh of course! It’s rare I’ve gotten match up requests before but I do write them for all types of fandom(s)

a/n - I have my writing rules and fandoms HERE

Masterlist 11

Ok so after reading through this, I match you with…ALUCARD

You two bond over the arts, especially if you draw portraits of each other

Modern AU, your first date is immediately at a museum or theater 🎭

Trevor, Sypha and Greta immediately take a lining to you for the name roasting towards Alucard because it’s amusing how much he attracts his opposites.

Plus it keeps him humble lol

However, you two also are the ones coming up the battle plans and taking action when you have to

Speaking and learning different languages is a whole language to each other

He immediately notices the similarities you two have compared to his parents, which makes him all the more protective towards you

Intuition does alert him whenever your mood shifts as he does talk out feelings with you

Channeling what he learned from his mother’s doctor journals and his father’s medicines comes in handy whenever you feel pained ailments

Plus those hands are good for massages as they are with weapons and magic

Even when you two have some similarities in personality, the differences are a sobering reminder he can let his guarded walls down around you

All in all, the dhamphir is entirely smitten and over the blood moon in love with you. He’s shocked but grateful he gets to share his interests and passions with one he cares so much for

Also Loves holding your hand and staring lovingly at you like you’re a piece of art.

[viperbunnies]

idk if this is too sudden😭 (and you can just ignore this) but can you draw my oc, Fayrouz 🥺👉👈

(also, p.s. your art is so pretty anjamaniakj)

everytime i ask someone to draw fayrouz, i am reminded that i need to make a proper ref sheet for her

Hshshs Hello Felle! don’t worry too much i love drawing people’s ocs :>

Fayrouz is so cute! Hopefully did their vitiligo justice since chibi proportions are hard to stay consistent with. hshsh also wasn’t sure what their lower half looks, so sorry if it’s inaccurate! 🙏 Wanted to go for a sketchy crayon feel for this one hehe, Jamil is there because Fayrouz looked lonely hshshs.

Requests are still open so feel free to drop by for any twst-related requests! trying to push my chibi style to get out of artblock lol