#reminding that requests are open👉👈

[alexkeller-doodles]

[day 12] suit

[moonfil]

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

[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." 

[squiddy-god]

tummy kisses from the brothers+dia

Hello! Another re upload, remember that since I'm almost done fully restoring the blog ⚠︎REQUEST ARE OPEN⚠︎ so please don't hesitate to ask anything

CW : fluffy, implied chubby reader

Lucifer 

Absolutely loves to give you tummy kisses because he knows he's the only one who gets to

They are rare because of his busy schedule but he cherishes all the ones he can give you

Small spoon Lucifer👏👏👏

Always kisses your stomach when you cuddle 

If your insecure he'll trace things on your stomach and give it kisses 

He's always so soft when he kisses your stomach 

I can also see him liking tummy kisses because ngl Luci seems a little insecure 

Please let this tired demon rest on your stomach, he needs a nap and if he can also make you so flushed and red with tummy kisses then who is he to turn that down 

Mammon 

He gets so flushed and shy but he still wants to give you stomach kisses

He'll just pull you down were he's sitting and bury his face in your tummy before stuttering out that ya better be grateful 

Always gives you tummy kisses and gets pouty if he can't

So many tummy kisses 

Also likes to rub your tummy and squish it 

Always has the brightest blush when he kisses your tummy 

If your feeling particularly insecure mammon has no problem giving you ample praise in his tsuntsun fashion 

👉👈kinda gets a little bit nippy and likes to nuzzle into your tummy because it makes you giggle (he holds your cute giggles like he hords Grimm) 

Levi 

Sweet otaku boy is so shy 

Gives you tummy kisses while you cuddle in his bathtub, his tail wrapped around you as he snuggles his bright red face into your stomach 

Idk why but I can see Levi being really fascinated by any stretch marks you may have 

Like he loves to trace them and when he kisses your tummy he always kisses your stretch marks 

It's already easy to tell he's jealous but he also gives you extra tummy kisses 

Will hide his face in your stomach so he doesn't combust 

Knows how you feel when your insecure so he tries his best to give you lots of smooches 

Satan

Surprisingly flustered about it lmao

Likes when you sit in his lap and he can give you tummy kisses

His heart might just explode if you giggle or squeal 

Another one who likes to smoosh your tummy (it reminds him of a cat) 

Also hides his face in your stomach because he doesn't want you to see him all red faced 

Likes to lay on your stomach and read, making sure to give you tummy kisses 

His kisses are always lingering and sweet, placed on any part of you that you may feel insecure about 

Likes to mumble whenever gives you tummy kisses 

Asmo

Oh honey he lives for this cute shit right here

Your going to have so much lipstick marks on your tummy because he loves to pepper your stomach with short kisses 

Always Coos at you and how adorably scrumptious you look because you can not convince me this man isn't absolutely wiped for you

His favorites are on self care nights when you take a nice bubble bath and he can kiss your cute tummy all he wants 

Shut up I like body positive asmo 

Really hates when you feel insecure and is there instantly to give you lots of tummy kisses 

Every little giggle and sound you make causes his heart to flutter 

Beel

Baby boy lives for tummy kisses 

Especially loves tummy kisses because he's the avatar of gluttony 

Will 100% randomly scoop you up and kiss your tummy 

Likes to have his hand on your stomach because it makes him feel closer to you 🥺👉👈 

Kisses all your stretch marks if you have them because he wants you to feel good about yourself 

Gets a happy puppy smile when he gets to kiss your tummy 

Gives you extra tummy kisses whenever you feel insecure because he isn't good with words 

Always kisses your tummy after you eat 

One of the least blushy brothers but dose always get a bit red when asking to kiss your tummy 

Belphie 

The moment he saw you when he was locked in the attic a part of him immediately wanted to squish you and kiss your tummy, but he had to push and bury those thoughts deep deep down

But now?? Haha belphie is a friend when it comes to tummy kisses 

On the rare occasion that he has to wake you up, he always wakes you up with tummy kisses 

Every time you cuddle, witch is a lot, he always gives you lots of tummy kisses 

Claims that he sleeps best while laying on your stomach

Could legit sleep all day in your arms

Absolutely gives extra snuggles when you feel insecure and tickles you to make you laugh while he smooches your tummy

Diavolo 

Yes please

Amazing tummy kisses from this man 

Always gives you tummy kisses in the morning and before you go to bed

Sometimes he needs to recharge during the day so he'll summon you to his office just so he can kiss your tummy

It's cute how curious he is about humans and the human body and in his words, snuggles are a great way to learn

Extremely soft ✨

It always turns into a cute fluffy mess of giggles and Dias adorable laughter because he always seems to kiss the places that make you ticklish 

Very good at comforting you with tummy kisses and will make a hole day out of it

[chaichaiiskai]

Hello, can I request a Baki x male reader smut

Like baki was in class and they were doing a quiz and he didn't do it and never even wrote on his paper because he was staring at reader who sat in front of him, and reader is a really pretty boy and pretty thick and smol like bunny And baki kinda has a thing for him, so the teacher assigned pretty boy as bakis tutor and they go to bakis place, and baki admits his feelings and they do the dirty 👉👈

baki hanma! x pretty boy! male reader

note: i’ve never written for baki before but fuck yeah i accept this request!! (if you see repeated paragraphs, its a tumblr glitch and i cant delete them w/o fuckin’ up the actual post so im sorry in advance 😭)

warnings: amab reader, male reader, he/him pronouns, homophobes dni, anal, fingering, unprotected sex,

How can a guy be so pretty? It doesn’t make sense.

Not to Baki at least, and he’s a pretty smart guy when he wants to be, which reminds him of the empty quiz paper on his desk.

For just a split moment he looks down at the paper after tearing his eyes away from you, sitting in front of him, diligently completing your quiz like the good student you are. Baki thinks you’re cute. Fuckable, actually, but he wouldn’t mind getting to know you better…

Eventually, his mind begins to wander as he stares at you, daydreaming, and sometime after, the teacher comes by and snatches his unfinished quiz from the desk, observing it. Baki hadn’t even written his name on it, let alone fill out of any of the answers. And what’s worse, pretty much everyone had already left the classroom for break besides Baki, you, and the teacher.

With a frustrated sigh, the man rubs at his forehead with one hand as Baki turns his attention from you for the first time in an hour to stare lazily at the irritated man in front of him.

“What’s the problem, old man? You’re gonna get wrinkles if ya keep thinkin’ too hard.” Baki smugly teased, crossing his arms over his well-built chest that’s a little too built for a third year High Schooler, leaning back in his seat with the most carefree look present on his face.

The irritation on the instructor’s face only gets worse but then he sighs, shaking his head. “If it weren’t for you, the class average wouldn’t be so low. You need a tutor…” His eyes roamed around the room for a split second before they landed on you, currently tapping away at something on your phone, completely unbothered and not listening to the other men chat in the classroom. That was until your heard your name being called, causing you to look up in curiosity at your teacher who’s now standing in front of your desk, motioning to your fellow classmate who’s now shamelessly staring you down with a smirk on his face.

Somehow, you’d ended up accepting your teacher’s (pleading) request to tutor the laziest (and hottest) student in your class. Now, you were walking by his side, looking like a tiny little thing in comparison to his hulking form despite being the same age and you were pretty sure you were a couple months older than him.

As Baki suggested, you would be tutoring him at his place and so here you were, walking with him to his home. As you approached, you took note of the egregious amounts of graffiti on the walls as well as the outside of his house, which piqued your interest. This seemed to not go unnoticed by Baki whilst you began to approach his front door as he spoke up, explaining the meaning behind the vandalism.

“‘s lot of people out there that I’ve fought who’ve lost, or people who want to fight me but know they can’t win, so this is the next best thing, the only thing they can do to save face. I don’t really mind, ‘s not a big deal.” He said, shrugging his shoulders as he took out his key to slide open the door and led you inside, taking off his shoes near the front door to start walking further into his home. You nodded sheepishly at his explanation, frowning a little at the thought of people being such cowards to do such a thing instead of facing him head on.

As you followed him deeper into his home, you realized the place was a lot cleaner than you’d anticipated and before you knew it, you were in his bedroom.

Baki watched curiously as you sat down on the floor at the table beside his bed and started to slowly unpack things from your bag, setting them on top of the table. He could practically smell how nervous you were and it amused him greatly. He was also thinking about other things (like how soft and pliable you look) but he saved those thoughts for later.

Following your example, he sat down at the table right beside you, barely leaving any space between the two of you, your knees knocking together. Subconsciously, you shivered and set the last of your things down onto the table, not daring to meet his observant eyes as he stares at the side of your face, waiting for you to do something. In your peripheral you can see him with his elbow resting on the table now, his chin propped up in the palm of his hand, staring at you with amusement lingering in his gaze.

Your tongue darts out of your mouth and swipes at your lips in an attempt to wet them which doesn’t go unnoticed by Baki. In fact, he wonders what it would be like to kiss you, better yet, to get beneath your school uniform.

Before he can open his mouth to /insinuate/ these thoughts, you’re already speaking up.

“So.. I suppose we should work on homework first for class and… and you can ask me for any help i-if you need it..?” You suggested, though it sounded more like a question than a set plan of action.

Baki grinned lazily.

How cute.

He thought about it briefly but then hummed in acknowledgement, deciding to play along for now before he could put his own plans into action.

Surprisingly, to you at least, Baki had started working on his own homework beside you, what was even crazier was that he’d finished before you and now he was just staring again. Almost like he was waiting for you to finish up with your responsibilities before he’d swipe down and attack you. The thought made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, but it wasn’t exactly out of fear.

Some time passed, the room filled with strangely comfortable silence aside from the sounds of your pencil and your breathing. Noticing you finish off the last question, Baki set his plan in motion.

“L/N-san… anyone ever tell you how pretty you are?” Baki nonchalantly asked, watching as you skittishly flinched at the compliment, snapping your gaze towards to him to look at him in bewilderment, reminding him of a startled animal.

Unable to help himself, he reaches towards you and cradles your chin in his hand, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip in curiosity. His eyes are studying your face as he looks down at you, once again reminding you just how easily he could snap you in half even if he barely lifted a finger. However, the hold he had on your chin was gentle and caring, he was mesmerized by the feel of your lips over the rough skin on his calloused thumb, along with your skin.

Soft. Pillowy. Moisturized. You take care of yourself. He likes that. It is a strike contrast to his skin that’s been hardened by brutality and overzealous training that’s turned his entire body into borderline stone. You were just so soft, he wanted to see what other parts were the same.

And despite not getting a verbal and coherent answer from you regarding his previous question, he continues.

“Prettier than any girl I’ve seen. I’d call ya handsome but…” He watches as you blink in surprise, your cutesy lashes kissing your cheeks as you look back up at him, slightly pouting at the start of his backhanded compliment. “— don’t think that fits you. Y’know… ya kinda remind me of a little bunny. You’re skittish like one. And you’re tiny. Bet I could pick you up with one hand.”

His sultry voice and the teasing tone makes something stir inside of you, along with an unneeded erection in your pants. Were your pants always this tight? Sure, they always fit a little snug around your hips and thighs but— What was he trying to say? It would probably be in your best interest to ask him.

“A bunny…? Is that a compliment or.. or an insult?” You softly ask, awaiting for his answer, hanging onto every word that leaves his mouth. For some reason, your gaze has dropped from his eyes to the little beauty mark above his his top lip, and then down to his lips as they move, speaking sweet things to you.

“A compliment, of course. I wouldn’t insult the guy I like, after all.”

You paused, looking back at his eyes, your nose scrunching up along with your eyebrows as you decipher his words, the shock apparent in the look you’re giving him.

Baki smiles.

You really are a little bunny. Makes him want to protect you at all costs, even though he’s sure you can take care of yourself, which is something he also likes about you.

And then you parrot his words right back at him, mainly in disbelief as you feel the heat rise in your face and the rest of your body.

“You… you like me? Like— romantically or..?”

“Pfft. Yeah, romantically. I think you’re cute, smart, adorable, pretty… I wanna get to know you better, and I think I know how to get started.” His words make you curious, eyeing him in suspicion as you may or may not have an idea at what he’s hinting at. “Is that so? Alright, well, I’m open to whatever you have in mind..” You whisper, not rejecting his advances in the slightest without directly stating that you felt the same way about him.

Truthfully, you’ve had a tiny bit of a crush on the class’s sweetheart, but who didn’t? You weren’t even sure if he liked guys, especially not with the rumors of him having a girlfriend or two. But here he was, leaning in and smashing his lips against yours like he was trying to steal the oxygen straight from your lungs and give you the oxygen from his own.

You’d never been so passionately kissed before so it was easy to get lost in it, not even minding the way he effortlessly lifts you into his lap, your fingers tangling up in his cherry red hair, scratching at his scalp, causing him to moan at the unexpected affection.

As he’s holding you in his lap and your kiss turns into a flurry of open mouthed kisses, the sound of your soft pants being swallowed up by the larger man as he kisses you, his hands move down to squeeze at the plush of your ass, enjoying the feel of it in his hands. Rarely does he get to experience such softness beneath is fingers, he was going to cherish every second of this for as long as it went on.

With a little maneuvering from the both of you, you’re both soon rid of your school uniforms and were now in nothing but your boxers, bulging tents furiously rubbing against each other. Baki continued to fondle your ass while guiding your hips, rocking them back and forth so that were dry humping his cock with your own, his lips now connected to your neck. The sweet sounds you’re making spur him own as he litters your neck in love bites and marks that display that you’re his and only his.

The impatience between the two of you steadily grows but Baki takes the first step, standing up with you in his arms as he takes you to his bed and lays you down on top of it, moving to hover his bulky and muscular frame over your small but curvaceous one. In a moment of clarity, watching as he goes into the nightstand beside his bed to pull out a bottle of lube, you speak up.

“W-wait, what about your parents…?” You worriedly ask, not wanting to be caught in the middle of your risqué behavior by the adults in Baki’s home, to which he only chuckles and tugs your boxers down, exposing your bare lower body to his eyes. “I live alone. Don’t worry.” You squeak in surprise when you feel a rush of cold air brush over your cock, your shaft twitching as a bead of precum lands on your belly.

Baki grins at your reaction, finding you even more adorable as he tugs his own boxers down but not fully off, giving you a clear view of what he’s packing.

It’s big just like the rest of him. Should you really be all that surprised?

You gulped worriedly, instinctively backing up a little further up the bed away from him. “I— woah woah woah, I don’t think that’s gonna f-fit me.. Uh.. maybe I could just—“ “Ah ah ah. C’mon Y/N-sama,” he says, purring your first name in a way that instantly turns you into butter, “I’ll prep you first. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

Wait, boyfriend? Did that mean you two were exclusive now?

You had no time to ponder the thought when you felt something thick and slippery in your hole, instantly making your back arch off of the bed, a mewl of surprise, pain, and pleasure erupting from your parted lips.

“Haah..!”

Looking down to see the culprit of this strange feeling, you see that Baki’s lubed up his right hand and had stuck one of his calloused fingers in your ass, stretching you out with the meaty digit. After giving you a little time to adjust to the intrusion, he starts to pump it in and out, purposely hitting your prostate each and every time while he watched you squirm and call his name, begging him to slow down and give you some more time to adjust.

Baki does the opposite, in fact, he doesn’t stop fucking you stupid with his fingers until he watches you spray cum all over your belly, decorating your skin in your own white sticky nectar. Then, he slowly pulls his fingers out, watching you pant and tremble on top of his bed, your eyes glossy with blissful tears. You then watch as he scoops up the cum from your belly and sucks it from the fingers he’d just finished fucking you with.

“Fuck, you’re so cute… Think you can flip over on your stomach for me or do you need some help?” He asks you, watching as you looked up at him, still trying to calm down from your first orgasm of the evening, as well as seeing him eat your cum. When he gets no response, he laughs lowly and decides for you, promptly grabbing onto your plush hips and flipping you onto your stomach, propping you up on your knees so he can get a full view of your ass.

Pumping his cock a few times, he bites down onto his lip and grabs up the forgotten bottle of lube that was dropped onto the bed a little earlier, he pops it open and squirts a generous amount onto his cock and on your hole.

Then, he leans over you, pressing the tip up against your puckering hole while pressing his hand onto the bed beside your body, caging you in as he leans over to whisper in your ear. “I’ll go slow, just relax for me, will you? I know you can, bunny. You’re my good boy after all.” He whispers, kissing between your shoulder blades. The gesture and his words make your cock harden again even after cumming and you shake a little in shock at just how easily your body responded to him.

And that’s when you felt it, the ridiculous stretch of his tip as he began to push himself into your lubed up and slightly stretched hole. Baki grits his teeth as you start to swallow him up, making him groan in delight and satisfaction, going in inch by inch until his balls are snug against your perineum. He doesn’t move once he’s fully inside you and you don’t either, crying out as he’s stuffed you full. You’ve never felt so full in your life. It burned. It tingled. It hurt. It felt amazing. There were too many sensations going on at once and it was overwhelming you to the point of becoming delirious but Baki’s calming voice reeled you back down to reality with ease.

“You alright? Doesn’t hurt too much does it?”

You have half a mind to shake your mind but you know that any little movement would make the rest of your body move so you verbally responded instead, though your lips remained shut, a hum would suffice.

“Mm… mm.”

Baki chuckled and you lurched forward at the movement, making you gasp and suddenly scratch at his bed sheets, pulling at them as you buried your face into his pillow, smothering your face in the lingering scent of the shampoo he used. Sighing, he leaned back and rested his hands onto your hips, still not moving as he observes your body in this position. Your body was just as pretty as your face, he had his suspicions but this was exceeding beyond his expectations. He wanted to move, fuck you through the mattress and maybe even break the bed frame but he refrained, wanting to give you time to adjust. He knew that once he started he probably wouldn’t be able to stop or let up any of his movements so this was a the best course of options for the both of you.

However even he had his limits. As content as he was with you cockwarming him with your sweet ass, he wanted to start moving, and so did you.

Pulling about halfway out, he slammed back in, watching as your body bounced, especially your ass, and licked his lips, hearing the muffled scream come from you at his sudden movement. Then he waited a couple seconds to see if you’d protest but when you didn’t, he pulled back and thrusted again, watching in fascination as your ass rippled in waves with the impact from his hips. This earned yet another broken moan of pleasure from you, and so, he continued, rocking his hips at a slow pace, listening to your quiet cries of pleasure as he continued to grip on your hips.

The slow pace gradually increased in speed, and before you knew it, he was fucking you hard into his bed and you were pretty sure that if he wasn’t holding onto you he would have sent you right through the wall and out onto the street in front of his house.

Your little mewls and moans were music to his ears, mixing with his own groans and moans as he continued his rapid movements, his heavy balls slapping against your ass, the tip pushing against your prostate each and every time. The rigorous movement made your own cock bounce around without any restraint and you were sure you’d ended up dirtying up his sheets soon if he kept up like this.

What you weren’t expecting was him to suddenly pull back and slap your ass with his hand, making you cry out in shock, turning your head to the side so you could breath and then look back at him over your shoulder.

Looking back at you through his half-lidded gaze, he grinned at you and picked up his pace, just to watch your eyes flutter from the pleasure, your head lolling to the side as you were overcome with ecstasy and pain.

“Haah… sure this is your first time, bunny? You’re gobblin’ me right up with this fat jiggly ass of yours. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think your body was made for my cock and my cock only.” He teased, smacking your other ass cheek to leave them raw with two matching handprints.

Good luck going home after this, he’s not letting you leave, plus, its not like you’d be able to walk properly afterwards anyways. Luckily, you’ve got a loving new boyfriend to take care of you.

[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.

[fuxuannie]

Omg i didn't see requests are open but hello sjchsudb

Going anon because I am a coward

Anygays! Ahem Caelus x reader general hcs pls 👉👈 i love wet cat man wit all my heart

Thank you! And stay hydrated >:(((

* pairing : caelus x gender neutral reader

* prompt : request ♡

* authors note : wet cat man strikes again! caelus fans i am feeding you, for i too lack content of him <\3 most of these r silly and just remind me of a current dynamic of me and a good friend of mine lol

ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ CAELUS is a bit of a man failure, still love him though（≧∇≦）

───── ❝ headcanons ❞ ─────

— he is so incredibly clingy and dan heng is so sick of it, caelus is practically glued to you and will only let go at the promise you'll come with him, or if you're not allowed then you have to reply to his 500 texts daily

— he really likes it when you count the scars on his chest, i imagine he's got tons of scarring and hes a weirdo who sleeps without a shirt and you just trace your fingers over his past scars

— he'll love to talk about the recent expeditions he went on over a cup of coffee, french toast for him and your own favorite snack.

— he tries to avoid looking at trashcans when hes with you but cracks a joke every now and then (gaining a slap to the back of the head for it)

— he tries his best to make good memories, cause a part of him knows the difference between you and him. you were merely mortal, he was.. idk something. but definitely was different. he wants to make sure he has enough smiles from you that he'll never forget how you looked when you were in your happiest moments <3

— the type to say happy anniversary the day before your anniversary cause he got rlly excited and thought it was that day

— he really likes animals and will get distracted if someone has a pet, its a problem when hes visiting someones home and they have a dog he has to play with it for 2 hours minimum

— makes random ass noises when hes bored "rawr" "caelus???"

— likes to hum, especially when you're running your fingers through his hair. he usually does it whenever he feels relaxed

— if you're taller than him, he loves tiptoing to kiss your nose, if youre shorter then he does the same thing but leans down instead lol

— his hair is kinda long enough to style, and he wouldn't really mind if you wanted to do. just ask and he'll happily let you do whatever you want

— he likes to give you his jacket, just randomly he'll sling it over your shoulders (then you not so subtly admire his arms lol)

— he likes back hugs where he leans on you and like his hands around your waist slowly slithering tighter (but not enough that ita comfortable) and ajsnehwksbdj

— his smile is one of your favorite things about him, march 7th and dan heng have listened to you ramble about the way you smile for hours.

— but caelus really likes eye contact, its weird but being able to look into your eyes brings him such comfort. he loves just grabbing you by the chin so he can stare at his beautiful partner.

— sometimes people ask where you found a man like him and you answer he was on the side of the road in the rain sitting in a box giving you kitty cat eyes and he stole your heart just like that (you also say you wish you left him there)

— despite the goof he is, you love him with all your heart. and he'd probably kill a man for you if you asked

[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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[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.

[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

[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.

[turtlecleric]

Tmnt 2003 content 🍽👉👈👀?

I don't take requests buuuuut

Hey what if 03!Leo was much older when he went through his struggles in Season 4?

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When you hear the sharp knocks on your window, you waste no time letting him in. 

As he crawls through, you take in the twist of his mouth. The furrow of his brow. He looks more and more angry every time he visits, and you wonder if maybe this time he'll actually want to talk about what's bothering him instead of-

“Clothes off. Now.”

Or not. 

He was sweet in the beginning. All charm and smiles, feather light touches and constant check-ins. Making sure you were okay with this, making sure you were comfortable. Now… well, you wouldn't call him mean… but you certainly wouldn't call him sweet. 

“On your knees.”

You obey perfectly. This is something that's become ingrained in you, something that was present even before he… changed. It's something you're proud of. Something he's proud of. Or… something he used to be proud of, at least. 

“Open.”

You aren't stupid. You can put things together. There was a stretch of time, a long while when you didn't see him. Then, when he finally returned to your fire escape once again, there was a new, nasty scar that he pointedly refused to acknowledge and a glaring difference in the way he carried himself. An ever-present frustration that now lived and breathed and only grew within him over time, something that bordered on hatred but was never spoken of. Still, you heard it. You felt it.

Before, you had to actively encourage him to be rougher. Practically beg him to so much as spank you. He didn't want to hurt you, he'd say. No, he would never call you that, he'd insist. Even when you specifically asked, even when you reminded him, over and over, that you liked it, he'd hesitate. He’d hold back, go easy, take it slow, and even then he'd apologize profusely right after he did- anything remotely painful. It had been a little exasperating, but… it was sweet, too.

No longer. 

There are tears in your eyes. Your jaw aches. Your knees are bruised from the floor, and he doesn't slow down even when you gag. But you can't complain - this is what you'd asked him for, isn't it? What you'd wanted? It is. 

And it isn't. 

Either way, you obey. You're good, you're so good for him. He used to tell you as much, but now there are only the noises of pleasure you've become accustomed to. You curl your fingers into the thick muscles on his thighs, keeping your eyes locked on his like you know he likes. Before, he might've run his fingers lovingly through your hair. Now, both hands push you further onto his cock. Unrelenting and firm.

“On the bed. Hands and knees.”

He likes to be in control. Lots of guys do, sure, but his control used to look… different, that's all. He used to say things differently. Softer. Kinder. He used to settle between your legs like someone kneeling at an altar. He used to sink inside of you like he was coming home. Now he… well. If you're being honest with yourself, you know he's using you to get out some of what's eating him alive. It's not enough, though. Even you can see that. 

You focus on his hands. They grip your hips hard enough to bruise. Slap your ass and thighs until you shake. Tangle in your hair, wrap around your throat, push and pull and put you into the positions he wants. His fingers, rough and strong, deft and quick, rip two orgasms out of you before he comes with a growl. 

After, you lie there. Watching him move about your apartment. Methodically cleaning himself and you, silent as the moon and just as mysterious. You think of the person he is (used to be?) and what you see now, and you… miss him. He's right here, but you miss him. 

He finishes quickly, barely glancing your way as he mutters quiet, meaningless pleasantries to wrap up the night. He used to linger. Lie with you beneath the sheets and press kisses into your hair and whisper pretty words through smiling lips. 

“Leo.”

“What?”

That gruff response has you steeling your resolve. He's not even looking at you. 

“Whatever happened… I know you don't want to talk about it-” You see every line of his body tense, sharp eyes cutting to yours in the semi-darkness. “-but if you did. I'm here for you. For… more than just sex. You know that right? That you can talk to me?”

He's still for a long, long moment. Watching you. Then he nods stiffly, and turns away. 

“Yeah. I know.”

He leaves. He leaves, but you feel less alone now than when he was here.

“I miss you,” you mumble into your pillow. 

Outside, hidden in shadow, Leo sighs. “Me too.”

-

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[atrueneutral]

I think I read on one of your posts that jealousy and actual feelings are two separate issues for Raphael? Like it’d take a while for genuine feels to really kick in?

I do agree, but would you mind discussing it some more? 👉👈

I make for a very poor analyst, but I’d be happy to discuss! I think what you’re mentioning was in response to the prompt request of ‘Raphael asking himself why he was jealous and then having the realization that his jealousy stems from romantic feelings for Tav’.

With being a fiend, jealousy simply exists and thrives within our beloved cambion. He’s jealous of all those who have what he wants; attention, power, love…

In the case of Tav, and when it comes to the events of BG3, he wants her attention because she can bring him power (with the Crown), and seeing/knowing she’s romantically involved with a companion stirs his deep (human side) desire to experience love himself. The more he dwells on it, the more everything coalesces into infatuation, which twists into obsession and suddenly why are they touching what’s his?

To me, ‘Actual Feelings’ means Raphael is opening the door (on some level) to his humanity and is working on separating himself from the tangled web of Fiendish Obsession. He’s discovering what real love entails, i.e. wants to protect her from harm, feels guilt and remorse when he causes her harm, wants to give without the expectations of getting something in return, cares for her happiness, even if it means letting go… (THIS IS SOUNDING FAMILIAR TO ME. 😉)

The difference is:

How dare that vampire spawn speak to and touch (and kiss) my little mouse! She’s mine! Oh, I want to flay his skin! Slash open that twice-damned-spawn’s insides! Hang all that he is out in the sun he cherishes! My mouse will feel empty at the loss, but I will fill the void… I’d best interrupt this disgusting display and remind her of my existence…

Versus -

Hells! I cannot bear to watch Her with him! This wretched pain I feel - to see her speak and touch (and kiss) that spawn when it is not I with whom she looks at with such affection. It should be me! Yet She has chosen another… Whose pale skin I would very much like to flay before I slash open his insides and hang all that he is out to dry in the sun he cherishes… I’d best interrupt, if only to talk to her once more…

As for when I think Actual Feelings would kick in? He’d have to spend more time with Tav outside of the events of BG3, whatever that entails, but the spark of Feelings is quick to catch. Man’s secretly yearning to experience love (but wants Hers more than anything).

My addendum: There’s never any profound moment of realization that he’s in love with Tav - only the profound moment of acceptance that he’s in love with her.

[tokyo-debunkers-headcanons]

someone else obsessed with tokyo debunker thank goodness 😭😭 im head over HEELS for lucca like?? he’s such a sweetheart and so dumb of ass and sodjwohdkwhdjwgdowhw crying screaming

if possible can i request his boyfie head cannons ?? 👉👈 thank you for singlehanded feeding this fandom

I WHEEZED when you said I'm feeding this Fandom ima be honest.

But I feel you fam, I also love Luca. He and Alan Mido are my personal favorites. I promise I'm not biased/j. But I'll whip you up some general boyfriend Hcs. Thank you for sending in a request!

LUCAS ERRANT "LUCA"

Okay generally speaking, I think Luca is a classic British gentleman in a relationship. He may have been raised well off but his guardians made sure he was no slouch.

He'll open doors for MC, pull out their chair, carry things for them, etc. But with him specifically, I think he'll train with them more and try to teach them how to defend themselves.

Like I said in a previous ask, he will do anything to protect his partner and will always have his phone on so he can be their for him of they need him, even for small things.

He takes extra care to remind them of important things. Like making sure they eat breakfast. And if his partner takes medication, forget about it.

He will be their human alarm clock, even he's not there with them physically. He will call them to make sure they take their medication at the right time and make sure that his partner is doing okay before he hangs up.

He's not really a pet names kind of boyfriend. He doesn't really do the classic Disney romance things that someone like Kaito would like either.

Luca prefers to just go with the flow in that sense, to make their own memories and fairy tales together naturally rather than do cliches.