#shoulda been doing my homework

[damnedvelvet]

big brother tyelko and ambarussa + sleeping huan 🐶🌾

[disdaidal]

I don't want to brag or sound too optimistic about it, but after three weeks of training at a private college, I think my lessons with this one particular immigrant student (who has serious motivational problems lemme tell ya) are finally starting to get through and there's been improvement.

Only slight improvement so far but I have spotted some, so maybe not all hope is lost yet.

Remains to be seen I guess.

[sultrysparkles]

"I'D UNDERSTAND "

[•~college!au, aged!up kirshima x reader~•]fluff/slight angst/smut

[•~synopsis: you find out your boyfriend was just using you, don't worry ejiro will help you forget all about that~•]

[•~a/n: inspired by a situation my friend was js in, send requests!!~•]

you couldn't believe it. after all that time? all those memories you two had together. it was all for nothing.

you and your (ex) boyfriend had been dating for a couple weeks. even though it was merely a couple weeks, you were convinced that he was the love of your life. you knew that he was the one. or at least you thought so-

gradually things got distant, he stopped making an effort overall, while you put in everything you had. you were confused and frustrated. you didn't do anything to him? so what was going on?...

then earlier this afternoon, you were catching up on some nearly-late homework assignments. as you scribbled your way through some equations a light buzz vibrated against your thigh.

curiously, you took out your phone and glanced over at the notification. you had got a message from your boyfriend.

you open his chats eagerly, for once he started a conversation with you. but your moment of glee soon came to an abrupt end as you read the first couple words.

"y/n. we need to break up"

you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. your stomach dropped making the guilty and panicky feeling overtake your senses even more.

you continue reading the paragraph, each word making that sick feeling grow in you. you couldn't believe that this was happening. it had to be a nightmare.

"tbh i was desperate for a prom date cs all my friends going had one and i didn't wanna be left out and at that point they were making fun of me so yea i shoulda js told the truth from the start instead of lying"

emotions flooded your mind. betrayal. disappointment. anger. were just to name a few. you were at a loss for words. you thought he actually loved you. he treated you better than any other guy you were previously with. and you get played?

you drop your phone, tears flooding your eyes as you fall onto your bed, head buried in the pillow below you. the only thing you felt like doing now was to cry your eyes out dry. sob until you got better if that was possible anymore. you felt stupid.

teardrops dampened the pillowcase below you face as you say there in sorrow. but your moment of mourning was soon interrupted by a series of knocks. a familiar voice following.

"y/n? you left your textbooks in the library-"

you quickly fix yourself up, taking in a couple deep breaths and wiping the tears off your cheeks. you swiftly get up from your bed, praying that the faint pink tint plastered all over your face wasn't too obvious.

your hand curls over the doorknob and you open the door slowly. being greeted with a familiar red haired boy. eijiro kirishima, your best friend. one of his arms holding up a stack of books, while the other was shoved in his jacket pocket.

"h-hey eijiro... thanks for bringing me these" you whispered, hiding your shaky rattled voice. eijiro looked down at you with a small frown. "you okay, y/n?" he asks, handing you the books, worry and concern evident in his tone.

those three words were all it took to make you crack. you erupted back into that familiar sorrow, eyes overfilling with water.

you then feel strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into a warm and comforting embrace. without any thought you cry into his chest, a spot in his hoodie getting soaked.

a hand strokes your back softly as his soothing voice whispers in your ear "let it out, it's all gonna be okay y/n, I promise..." you hug him back even tighter, too lost in your emotions.

a couple moments pass before eijiro pulls away for a quick moment, arms still wrapped around you.

"you wanna tell me what's wrong?..."

you explain to kirishima everything that had just happened. he knew about this boyfriend you had and wasn't too trusting of him to begin with. he has a gut feeling something was off but he didn't want to burst your bubble so he kept quiet.

at least that's what he told himself. in actuality he couldn't tell if he was just jealous of him or if he actually had a guy feeling. something eijiro had never told you was that he had the biggest crush on you ever since you two had met. and every time you mentioned or introduced him to a new guy the only thing he could think of was how much better he was.

this moment was no different either. you told him in the past about how your boyfriend was treating you. from all the dry and lackluster conversations to the lack of attention. he heard it all. and he tried his best to comfort you, to try to look out for the both of you. when in reality he wanted you all for himself. he wanted to tell you how much of a better boyfriend he could be.

his blood boiled and his heart was full of fury. "that is so messed up." he grumbled arm wrapped around one of your shoulders as he held you in close, inhaling tye sweet scent of your shampoo.

"I know... im so tired of this ejiro. am I really that unlovable?.." you ask, glancing back up at the red haired male, eyelashes decorated with tiny teardrops. kirishima feels his cheeks reddened and blush as he thinks carefully about his reply. he could ruin your friendship if this doesn't go his way. but if it does workout, his dreams will come true. a moment passes before he replies.

"y/n, honestly I can't even hide this anymore from you. I love you. I mean it I swear. it drives me mad seeing you let these guys take advantage of you like this, you're too pretty and perfect to be treated like this. please- let me show you how good I could treat you-"

and that's how it all started. you were laid down on your back, thighs pushed all the way to your chest as kirishima towered over you.

"relax for me mamas... ima make you feel so good..." he cooes into your ear, hand caressing your cheek. you listen to him and let go of all the tension you were holding in, a breathy exhale leaving your lips.

kirishima teases his tip in between your fold and clit, making the both of you let out a small moan. soon enough he gently pushes himself in, groaning at the way your wet walls clam down on his length. you grip the bedsheets next to you as the feeling of the pleasureable yet painful stretch engulfs your senses.

"you okay princess? can I start?..." he asks, checking in for any signs of discomfort on your face. it took everything in him to not start moving and pound the life out of you, he had fantasized about this moment since forever and it was finally in his hands.

you nod, and kirishima starts moving at a slow pace, making sure you were okay, after all the last thing he would ever want to do, is to hurt you. but soon enough he picks up the pace gradually, making you cry out for more. "your takin it so well for me mamas..." he praises, his hips bucking into your cunt even quicker.

"f-fuck she was made for me hm? bet that lameass boyfriend couldn't get ya like this" he mumbles, pointing your chin down to make sure you maintain eye contact with him.

he begins to get rougher, hands quickly shifting your legs from pressed against your torso to now your calves on his shoulders. the new position made him ram into that spongy spot, making your moans even louder.

it all felt so good, from the way his cock was now even deeper in you, the way his thrust became harsh and passionate you could only shut your eyes from the ecstasy.

"don't close your eyes on me mama, keep them open or I'll stop." he commands, drilling into your hole even faster now, the sound of skin slapping follow suit. you open your eyes, listening to his warning. he smirks and whispers down into your ear "good girl... you're so obedient for me mamas" he grins.

he pounds into you harshly, faint mumbles of " so-so sorry mamas... can't hold back anymore" as he drills into you, his grip on your hips was sure to leave a purplish bruise the next morning.

you feel the familiar know in your stomach tighten. "m'so close eijiro please!-" you mewl. "cmon baby... tell me who fucks you better? me or him?" he teases. "y-you do..." you mutter out, somewhat inaudible. he lightly slaps your cheek "the fuck was that?. tell me who the fuck you belong to-" he grunts out. "y-you, I only belong to you eijiro-" you cry out

"good girl, listenin to me so well..." eijiro grins and places a hand on your bud, digits rubbing quick circles all over it. bringing you over the edge.

your back arches and your thighs tremble. you let a loud moan as you feel the pleasure overwhelm you. the sight alone was enough to make kirishima reach his own high. he pulls out and begins to stroke his cock, letting out pretty groans as his lips part slightly.

long ropes of cum decorate your stomach as you both pant out heavily. you close your eyes, as you catch your breath. while you do so kirishima notices your phone on the other side of the bed, open.

he grabs it quickly without you noticing and snaps a quick photo. hurriedly tapping on your exes icon and sending him the photo.

"kinda sad that you let such a pretty girl like her go. it's okay i'd understand, you didn't deserve her anyways"

[anzulvr]

Hello how are you today. I was wondering can I request karma x reader headcanon who are enemies. Like always competing for better grades and are always at each other throats

— ACADEMIC RIVALS HEADCANNONS

Karma Akabane x Reader (gn!) // the beginning of this takes place before Karma is dropped to E class, you’re A-CLASS classmates // this is so late I’m sorry… like a year late i think. pls forgive me. Cute request shoulda done sooner but I’m so behind!!

Unconsciously Karma is going to assume the worst of you, before even speaking to you he had a few assumptions of the type of person you were.

Though you can’t really blame him for it, A class students aren’t exactly known for being kind.

You had a few assumptions about him yourself.

Wasted potential, a genius who got into fights on a regular basis. He was so full of himself, always leaving class before the lesson ended. Not to mention the way he never followed instructions.

You didn’t appreciate the fact things worked out for him better than they did for you.

He constantly outperformed your scores with a point or even half a point. It was irritating. You spent hours perfecting your writing, memorizing equations, and taking notes. He didn’t even stay in class for longer than 30 minutes because he already knew the lessons?!

No matter how much you studied ahead, he already knew that. If you managed to score 100 on a test he’d somehow gotten extra credit points. It was driving you insane.

He could probably feel the hostility, which is why you avoided each other for the most part.

Until…

You got paired up for a project.

Your worst nightmare came true.

He’s cute from afar. Actually having to interact with him and having your A+ on the line was not cute in the slightest. He’s smart, you couldn’t deny that, oftentimes he slacks on bigger homework assignments like these because he doesn’t feel like it.

You were hoping he’d help regardless, you could do it all yourself but if he pitched in it would take a lot of stress off your shoulders.

You got into a disagreement about how the assignment should be done. He decided you could stray from the instructions a bit while you wanted to do everything by the book.

Eventually he caved when he saw it was genuinely bugging you when he didn’t even care about the assignment.

Now that you had to talk to each other almost every day, you both realized what you had in common. Things you misunderstood about one another and had grown pretty close.

Close enough for him to make fun of you and shove his test scores in your face.

You didn’t expect you could become friends with someone so different from you. When you realized how much you liked him it worried you.

You started looking his way when you should've been reading your textbook.

You stopped telling him to be quiet whenever he talked your ear off during a lesson.

You were putting more effort in the way you looked and dressed when you got ready in the morning.

You even turned in an assignment late because you chose to help him with a last minute project.

If someone had told you that you'd like him that much a few months ago; you would have laughed in their faces.

You realized how far gone you were:

(“He's distracting me from my studies... Wait- was his plan to begin with?!”)

Lucky for you, he started showing up on time and even stayed in class the whole day!

(he did show off to you how he could finish the worksheets in less than half the time you could, but hey, you can't win them all.)

He won't tell you why he's suddenly so punctual, and he's much better at hiding his motives than you are but you have a feeling you've also been taking up his thoughts.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Look, neither Meghan nor Harry are details people. So chances are extraordinarily high that they never bothered to actually read the papers or understand the laws about how the titles, succession, transition, and accession actually worked.

RTA, I'm not sure I'm buying this one: primogeniture (aka the firstborn son gets everything) has been *the law* for the English aristocracy for centuries; as dumb as Harry is, this must have been a central fact of life for all in his circle, no way he wasn't aware. He just expected that an exception would have been made for his own self, because Mummy.

That's why Andy had to "Pitch at the Palace", and Charles had the Duchy.

And there are about a million Harlequin Regency romances - not to mention Austen, Thackeray, and the like - where the rakish second son of a Duke, or what have you, has to find his fortune in the army, because again the firstborn gets everything. The spare gets the army. The third son gets the Church. It is known.

They wanted to be the exception to the law of land: I suspect this is what they meant with "modernizing the Monarchy".

I see what you’re saying but just because we know and most of the family knows it and it’s the subject of countless historical fiction/regency romance novels doesn’t mean that everyone knows it. It doesn’t mean that everyone gets it.

Does Harry get it? Does he know this? I’d say yes. Yes, he did. Because by all accounts, that’s the trajectory he was set up for. But obviously something happened because in 2015, he left the army instead of remaining in and going for a full career. Allegedly, he left the army because he wanted a promotion without doing the work and qualifying for it and Granny wouldn’t bend the rules and just give it to him and everything suggests that he couldn’t understand why she refused to help him in this regard. However, Harry still planned to remain associated with the military, only by aligning with veterans’ groups and Invictus Games instead of actually serving. So I think he gets it.

Where it all went belly up is Meghan. She didn’t get it. She doesn’t know this. She’s an American so how could she know the intricate details of heir, second son, third son, etc? She’s definitely not reading any regency romance novels. She’s definitely not doing that kind of homework - she’s only reading as far back as Diana’s biography and which French couture fashion houses she wants to be dressed in.

She probably is the one that had these ideas in the first place. Which goes back to my original point - she didn’t have a good grasp of hereditary succession and thought she could change it through PR, popularity, and media. And I suspect that once Harry was on board with the idea, his understanding of “this is how it works” disappeared. We all know Harry is dim anyway - and Diana even confirmed it herself about him - so it probably doesn’t take much to get him to change his mind, especially if it’s not something he fully understood in the first place.

So all this woulda coulda shoulda, it appears the inflection point in this timeline is Harry’s decision to leave the army in 2015. Had he stayed in and did a full 20+ like his godfather Uncle Andrew did, there’s no telling what kind of royal family we’d be watching now. I don’t think Meghan would be here if he stayed in.

[osaemu]

Dunno whatchu on about because everything you make is ✨🫶✨ but I get it

Just added a new thing to my master list lmao and they're so plain but then would I change em rn? Absolutely not

ROMEE THANK U ?! 😮‍💨😮‍💨 changin masterlists is such a pain omg i spent like an hour makin the new ones when i shoulda been doing my homework . . . oh well

[rogueofsoup]

Homework on the Moon chapter 3! Or something. Idk. Let's say it's 3. Chapter 3!

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That Saturday afternoon was particularly lazy, with really not much going on. Danny was just about to call up his friends to hang out when he felt the pull of a summon. It was his first actual official summon since becoming Ghost King, and he had worked very hard on his cool Ghost King attire to use for that first official summon. A King has to make a good impression, after all.

The crown floated in green flames above King Danny's head, his galaxy-filled cloak billowing out around him and hiding most of his unimposing figure. Making his body invisible allowed him to float several feet higher than he really stood, giving a sort of eldritch look to him that made it look like his body was made of the space his cloak was filled with. He had a large gauntlet on so he could still gesture menacingly if needed, and on that gauntlet he wore the Ring of Confusion (once known as the Ring of Rage). And of course there was the mask, its design inspired in part by Poppop Clockwork's own face. Red eyes with the black streak over the left, but other than that it was mostly featureless, aside from the part that allowed him to open up the mask like a mouth so to not muffle his wail. Obviously that was fanged. It of course also had essentially a wig attached to it, making it look like Danny had much longer and wilder white hair.

It took Danny a moment to realize where exactly he had been summoned to. He knew it was outside Earth’s atmosphere, he could feel the cold presence of space surrounding the area he floated in. It was only when he saw a battered Superman on the ground, one hand over the sigil to summon him. Danny looked down at the super in dejection, thinking only one thing:

‘Shoulda just kept my big mouth shut.’

Superman shakily lifted his head, looking up at the imposing form of The Ghost King. He was most certainly… impressive. The very power coming off of him seemed to fill the entire space, almost as if he was telling the very room itself, "BEHOLD! THE GHOST KING OF THE INFINITE REALMS! WORSHIP ME!" He pushed himself up into a proper kneel before the King, being respectful.

"Your majesty, if I may ask for your assistance," he said, clearly in pain. "There is... someone with ghostly abilities here, who was trying to steal your summon for himself. Would it be possible to... maybe help...?" He looked up at the imposing King, awaiting an answer. The summon itself meant he had the right to just tell Danny what to do, and yet he was still asking if it was ok.

'Ok, so the JL have trouble with ghosts and the like,' Danny thought to himself, really hoping he won't have to have an intense battle with something extremely strong today. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded a slow and imposing nod. He had to keep up appearances and all.

"Um, I-I believe the villain identified himself as 'Plasmius'?" Superman added in, hoping the identification would help.

Danny immediately brightened up, responding in ghostspeak so to remain spooky.

#Oh, fruitloop? Yeah, I can kick his butt for you.#

Danny suddenly flew by, turning intangible so to pass through Superman before going off to beat up Vlad. Sure, the old man had been able to beat him on occasion in the past, but as of late Danny still held the win record.

Electric crackling and haunting whirring with the faintest hint of a scream in the background, shaped like clay to form words in a tongue he could not hope to understand. The sound wasn't only familiar, it was near identical to the frustrated nose that had come from the boy Clark had helped. He didn't know too much about ghosts, but he had a hunch.

Daniel Fenton, who are you really?

-

Danny reappeared in the main area Plasmius floated in, unconscious Justice Leaguers pushed off to the sides as the angry halfa tore through the rooms looking for something. Danny pushed his will into the room like he had done when being summoned, creating a silent but all-consuming "I am present." Vlad immediately looked over angrily, then his gaze turned to shock and fear, then pure ass-kissery.

"Ah, m-my king!" Vlad quickly said, dropping to his knee. "I was merely, erm, trying to find your summon so to… ah… protect it! Yes, wouldn't want it falling into the hands of a villain that would mind control these foolish mortals again to give it to them. But it appears you have been summoned by them, so your summon is now used and therefore useless. So that would no longer be a problem! I-I merely wished to do my duty and protect your power from falling into the wrong hands, my king!"

Holy Ancients. Vlad "Tried to Beat Pariah Dark" Masters some way somehow didn't know Danny was the new King. He had no idea. This was so funny. Here he was, practically groveling in front of him and thinking he was some ancient powerful being that recently decided to pop up and take control. Would it be funnier to speak up and show him he was the very same teenager the man had been trying to adopt/clone/kidnap/kill for the past few years, or would it be funnier to let him continue thinking the Ghost King was someone completely different and reveal much later when the fruitloop had already been kissing his ass for a while?

Danny decided on the latter, and opened his mouth (and mask), letting out his ghostly wail to begin the fight. Plasmius was immediately taken aback, seemingly even afraid for a moment. He didn't seem to recognize the wail as Danny's.

The fight was on, and Danny wasn't holding back. Vlad however seemed to be unwilling to fight at full force, almost as if he was afraid of invoking the King's wrath by actually attempting to harm him. He was lucky Danny wasn't Pariah, else he'd be even more pissed off. He easily dodged half-assed shots, swirling around them like wind as he closed in on the increasingly panicked halfa. Using the gauntlet, Danny grabbed Vlad by the throat and lifted him up.

Vlad struggled against the grip, seeming genuine with surprisingly little opposing strength. It was almost as if Danny was physically stronger, significantly so. He threw Vlad into the ground and watched as the other half-ghost slammed against the hard floor, leaving a painful indent. He swore he didn't throw him that hard, it was completely accidental. The sudden strength he most certainly possessed made him think it may have been one of the powerful artifacts he wore as King. Who knows, maybe it was his crown and/or ring noting how young of a ghost he was and making up for it? The idea sort of scared him, he'd have to ask Clockwork.

Vlad shakily sat up, looking on in terror at the horrifying eldritch being that was The New King. This being had apparently defeated Pariah Dark fairly when he had failed, and he now knew why and how. The unmistakable resemblance to the very visage of Clockwork showed this was at the very least a demigod. He couldn't hold back fighting him, but even if he went at full force he didn't think he was able to defeat him. It may have mostly just been the fear talking, but he felt like if he tried fighting The New King one on one, he wouldn't have a chance in hell. The horrifying being now floated above him, staring down intimidatingly. He… wasn't finishing the job? Was he sparing Vlad? Oh thank the Ancients, The New King possessed mercy. Well, he was never one to squander an opportunity.

Danny had been just kinda zoning out when he realized Vlad had phased through the floor. He quickly followed after him, soon finding him hightailing it towards Earth. Well… that situation solved itself. Terrifyingly so, but it did end without complete death.

Danny floated back into The Watchtower, apparently just in time to see the League members regaining consciousness. Several panicked at the sight of him, some of which even seeming to be about to attack. Thankfully, Danny would not have to dodge, block, or retaliate against them, as the Man of Steel himself had managed to stop them before they could attack.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said simply, gently pushing down Green Lantern's arm before looking over at the others. "That's the King. Trust me, we don't want an incident."

Superman walked over towards Danny, seeming to use his fight to reduce the weight on one of his legs. He was very good at hiding it, Danny (and likely the Bat) could only just barely tell. Still, Danny decided it would be considerate to meet the injured hero halfway.

"… The voices of ghosts I imagine are pretty unique, right?" Superman asked, "The sounds seem pretty specific." Realizing the jig was up, Danny nodded. Supes definitely recognized his voice.

"If you don't mind me asking, would it be possible for a ghost to have a child after death?" Superman pressed. This line of questioning was definitively not what Danny was expecting, but he nodded nonetheless.

"Is it in turn possible that you, The Ghost King of the Infinite Realms, could have a child that is half human half ghost?" Superman suggested.

Danny didn't move for several seconds. He couldn't be serious, right? He couldn't be suggesting that-… holy shit he was suggesting he was his own dad. It would certainly stop some questioning and potential unwanted babysitting, and it would give him such a badass backstory. He couldn't pass it up, but that also meant that he couldn't be anything but this big scary form when answering to them as Ghost King. It also meant he had to really play the part, and so he had to come up with a spooky way of responding that wouldn't reveal his teenage voice to a bunch of really serious adults.

Forming human words with ghostspeak was indeed possible, but difficult. But it would hide his human voice. He opened his mouth, carefully forming the noises of his death into words.

"Phan…tom…" he managed to gurgle. The exertion hurt his throat. "My… son…"

Superman wore the look of someone who's suspicions had been confirmed. It took so much to not just laugh at him. He knew he had to push it further, so he appeared to lean down and put the huge gauntlet on Superman's shoulder.

"You… home…work… help…" he crackled out, stifling a cough. "Friend… of… Dan…ny…" Superman looked surprised, taking a few seconds to respond.

"Oh, uh… no problem sir- uh, I mean your majesty," he managed to say, apparently not expecting such gentleness. "A-and, if you don't mind, I heard from somewhere you, uh… are… backed by Clockwork…?" Danny couldn't help but let out a ghostly laugh. He then took the gauntlet off of the man's shoulder and used it to point at himself.

"Ward…" he managed. "My… fa…ther…"

This was the best prank he had ever pulled in his life, and it would likely have disastrous consequences. The JL were now under the impression that 1. Danny is the son of The Ghost King (Danny), 2. Clockwork is the adoptive father of The Ghost King, 3. The Ghost King is super chill with Superman because he helped The Ghost Prince (not a real thing) with his homework, and 4. Clockwork is Danny's actual grandfather. Oh, and 5. Danny is not actually related to Jack Fenton, and is in fact half-ghost due to being born that way, instead of dying due to his parents' negligence regarding their dangerous machinery. Ok, that last part wasn't really funny per se, but still.

The JL seemed somewhat horrified by this revelation, which possibly could also mean that they wouldn't dare let anything happen to Danny in fear of The Ghost King getting pissed at the living world. Regardless, Danny figured he wouldn't be able to answer any further questions without coughing his ghostly lungs out, so with a flourish he vanished into nothing, retreating back through the summon. He had finished what he was summoned to do after all: beat the crap out of Plasmius.

The members that had been able to witness it were shocked (and slightly terrified) by the revelations given by the King himself, each one left stumped and frozen in their places. The Flash managed to finally get up, and limped his way over to Superman before patting him on the shoulder.

"I guess you gotta help the Ghost Prince with his homework in the Watchtower next time, huh?" he joked, coughing a little from the pain of his lightly crushed ribs.

-

Been working on this bit by bit over the week, that seems to really help. If anyone wants to be tagged in the next chapters, hmu!

Short DPXDC Prompts #837

Danny was just relaxing doing his homework on the moon. (It was quiet and had minimal distractions. Perfect for studying). He didn’t expect to see anyone during his studying but after seeing movement out of the corner of his eye he went to check it out. To his surprise: Superman was just sitting on the moon looking down at earth. Chilling.

[pride-of-storm]

trying to do reading for syntax 2 and oof ouch i took syntax 1 too long ago and my brain doesn’t work good enough for this

[dunnswrld]

Honey

warnings: fem!reader, best friend!johnny, high school setting (both of you are 18!!), making out, johnny being handsy, just teens being teens

PS: the dialogue will use the name “pj” and the text will use the name “johnny” sorry its just how my brain wrote this

you sat on your bed, body not under the covers cause of the hot tennessee heat. your legs propped up to hold the book in your thighs, you were doing homework for your english class on a friday night. usually the rest of your soon graduateing class would be out doing god knows what but for you it was different. unfortunately for you, you had failed your english class last year and had to retake it to graduate. it sucked sure but you couldn’t be mad over it cause you were slacking in that class last year.

you were in a pj set that was a silk white tank top with matching silk white shorts that were rather short but they were pjs and were meant to be comfortable even if they were a bit scandalous. the book that was between your thighs was catcher of the rye, it was a great book to you- you weren’t really sure why you weren’t interested in it last year.

your finger grazed the page as you flipped it, you were deep into the book as things seemed like they were getting intense. you obviously weren’t aware of your surroundings because you hadn’t seem to notice your life-long best friend, johnny, looking at you through the glass of your window.

his brows raised a bit as his lips were parted, he was only focused on you. your legs parted, those short silky shorts you were wearing that were so short he could see a line where your ass and thigh met, and the strains of hair that fell into your face as you read the book sat on your thighs. he could only imagine what standing in front of you looked like. made him almost wish he had used the front door, your parents would’ve let him in.

johnny always had a thing for you, since you kissed his cheek in the 4th grade under the pine tree by the school playground. it amazed him that you had been able to keep him wrapped around your finger without even knowing it all these years. he thought he made it obvious how much he liked you but you never caught onto them. which he liked but hated. liked because you guys wouldn’t ruin something but hated because he wanted you to be his girl so badly.

johnny soon snapped out of his haze and realized that he probably looked like a total creep to anyone who passed by him this evening. johnny quickly knocked on your window, your head shooting up from your book to look in the direction of the knock. but your face relaxing when you saw johnny giving a small wave. you playfully rolled your eyes and mouthed its open.

johnnys eyes were on you the whole process he had of opening the window, crawling in, and closing the window. yours were also watching him, for some reason his gaze at you was too strong to break.

“hey honey.”

honey. the nickname that johnny gave to you so many years ago when you two were kids but still never failed to make you blush. he always used to tell you that you were as sweet as honey and possibly even sweeter so he started calling you honey, and since that day it stuck.

“hey pj.”

you both couldn’t help but giggle at the odd way you two had greeted each other. johnny sat on the corner of your bed, his eyes still on yours.

“oh im sorry are you busy? i shoulda called first.”

“oh no you’re fine, let me just finish this chapter then we can do something alright?”

johnny hummed at your response as you quickly dove back into your book. johnny then moved himself closer into the middle of your bed right next to your legs and sprawled out comfortably, you two always treating each others rooms like your own.

but it wasn’t until johnny moved his head and saw how close his body was to yours did he start feeling the way he felt outside of your bedroom window. johnnys breath staggered as his eyes scanned your body. his own hand seemed to move on its own as it gently fell onto your upper knee. when johnny realized where his hand moved he peered up at you through his lashes and saw that you could care less about his hand placement as he began to slowly draw circles on your exposed knee with his thumb.

but he really began to test his luck when he slowly moved his hand closer and closer to your inner thighs, this was enough to pull you out of your book and look down at johnny. his eyes were low and his lips were parted, the golden lighting from the sunset hitting his pre-summer tan skin he earned from baseball.

you couldn’t lie to yourself that johnny was attractive, maybe one of the most attractive boys you’ve seen. you were ashamed to say you’ve liked him since you could remember, you weren’t supposed to fall in love with your best friend but johnny made it so hard to not.

“whatcha doing pj?”

johnnys hand seemes to retrack as soon as the sentence fell from your mouth. almost as if he was waiting for you to say something to him.

“sorry that was a little much huh?”

“i mean, i kinda liked it.”

johnny shifted his weight on your bed so he could see you better, trying to read your face to see if you were serious or pulling his leg. his elbow propped him up as he looked into your eyes, he couldn't see any sign of you joking on your face which made him heart thump out of his chest.

johnny nervously moved his hand back to your knee where he slowly dragged his hand up to your inner thigh, not breaking eye contact with you once. your legs seemed to spread on there own as johnny's hand fell closer to the space between your legs- his cheeks heating up as he realized how intimate his hand placement really was.

you couldn't help but feel like you were under a spot light right now with the way johnny was looking at you. it was a look you had never seen before but wish you had. his eyes were low but intense, it was enough to make you feel insecure under his gaze.

but johnny didn't stay still for long as he moved his hand to your hip and shifted his body closer to yours. his face was inches from yours and you could feel his breath hitting your lips almost in a teasing manner.

"could i kiss you? honey?"

you gently nodded at johnny's words, and the boy wasted no time putting his hand gently on your cheek and bringing your lips to his. the kiss was sweet and soft just like honey, johnny's lips were softer and more gentle then you could've ever imagined. there was so much love and passion in the kiss, almost like johnny had been waiting to do this just as long as you.

when you two both finally pulled away for air you finally saw the full picture of johnny. his lips now a swollen pink and light layer of spit coating them making them look more kissable then usual. his hand was still on your cheek as johnny looked at you, the blush spread across your cheeks and the way your eyes were practically begging him for another kiss made the butterflies in his stomach flutter.

but this time johnny didn't ask if he could kiss you again instead his lips met yours quickly again before his lips began to travel down to your neck. gentle warm kisses were being placed on your neck from johnny's lips as a small whine escaped your mouth.

you took your hands off your book and moved a hand to the back of johnny's head, encouraging him to keep kissing your body. johnny's body had made its way between your legs, his hands glued to your waist as he slowly drifted them under the thin material of your silk tank top.

johnny's lips trailed closer to your ear as he began to place gentle bites on your neck, causing your hand to tightly grip his brown hair. you tried shifting your hips closer to johnny's hoping to bring your bodies as close as they could be. a faint chuckle fell from his lips before he whispered in your ear,

"you still wanna finish that chapter honey?"

[bunny-atsunset]

Hello! I saw your requests r opened, could you please write a fluffy comforting nsfw fiction/scenario/hcs for Leona x afab!reader(or bunny reader) who is afraid of being used for sex due to previous partners trying to get them to sleep with them? Also I would appreciate comfort for body dysmorphia and insecurity of inexperience in such things, Thank you for your wonderful fics!!

[Leona x GNafab!Reader Hurt/Comfort Scenario] 1/??

Content warning: Mostly FLUFF, mild suggestive situation, cursing, implication of past abuse, 1k words

A/N: I tried my best to get a mix of what you asked and it all came out rather fluffy, hope you enjoy dear anon! Let me know if you are interested in a part 2! >:3c

Leona is a very perceptive mate so he notices whenever you shrink away from his touch. At first, he wonders if he has done something wrong to offend his bunny? Was he going too fast? Was he not touching you or kissing you right?

The lion tried not to take it personally, but there was a small tug in his heart every time it happened. He knew you were sensitive and he’d never wanna startle or displease you. But…it was something that nagged at his mind nonetheless.

He checks his ego and after confiding in Ruggie, realizes that this behavior of yours actually has nothing to do with him. He always respects your boundaries when you pull away…though he wishes you would just be honest with him about what is on your mind.

One day, when you had been hurt in gym class and he had gotten wind, your lion came to visit you immediately. He whipped the infirmary curtains closed so you two could have some privacy. Screw his next class. 

You sat on the infirmary table in a short white gown and once he was in arms reach, you both fell into each other. Your arms latched around Leona’s shoulders while he snuggled into the nape of your neck, inhaling your special scent, as if he was apologizing for not being there sooner. 

“Ya okay?” Was all he asked, so only you could hear. “I know you're tough, bun…but according to Ruggie it was a nasty fall.” He glanced down at your black and blue ankle and the pink scratches that littered your body.

This accident had been the cherry on top of a shitty week, but with his body pressed against yours, he warmed your sore and tired muscles. You were grateful for him but you lamented over how embarrassing this whole thing was, balling up the fabric of his yellow uniform vest as you pouted. “Yeah…ego’s a little bruised but…I’m fine.” You mused, trying to keep a light tone. “I’ll live.”

His breath came over your cheek and he chuckled, laying his lips on the sensitive skin of your neck just below your ear. “Awe, there’s my bun.” He cooed into you, using the soft tone he saved especially for your ears only.  “Mmm, still. I shoulda been there... But, I know you don't want me sniffin' around you all the time.” 

You squished your cheek against his chest, his thick hair falling over your shoulder as you only tightened your hold on him.  “Stay with me.” You commanded him as your chest squeezed. Leona was different from your past partners. He always made you feel so…safe and taken care of.

His gruff and cantankerous attitude hadn't scared you off, because you saw his smooth edges in the small moments. Like when he would subtly take care of the underclassmen in his Spelldrive team or stay up to help Ruggie with his homework. You knew the real Leona after all, he was a caretaker, whether he admitted it or not. And now, he looked out for you too. Yet…you couldn’t find the words to bring it up.

 “Course," He laid a small lick on your neck in comfort. He did this sometimes when you were alone, calling it grooming. "I’m not leavin' your side ‘till you tell me to fuck off, alright?” His husky voice broke your thoughts, soft brown ears lowering to you. “...You know I do anything for ya.” 

His words melted you and your body ached for him and more of his touch. You wiggled your legs together, feeling your core tingle. His musky cologne, his deep voice, vibrating through your body made you bite a lip in frustration. You wanted to go further, but something always nagged at you.

“I know, I know…” You couldn't help but shoot him a cheeky grin, everyone knew he had a gaping soft spot for you. Sometimes, he didn’t even try to hide it anymore. And when you were alone, he was completely under your spell, yours. Still…

“Hm.” He makes a small, thoughtful noise in his throat. “S’wrong? There something else?” He urged. “Tell me, Bunny.” The little nickname he had given you sent a shiver down your spine. There was a bit of a scolding tone to his voice, but you knew that was just the norm for him and he didn't mean anything by it. 

“I was just thinkin'…” You sighed, squeezing his legs between your knees. He may have a reputation at Night Raven College for being unapproachable, but he had been nothing but gentle with you in your most vulnerable moments. “Do you ever think about us being, you know…intimate?” You blurted out awkwardly, the words not even sounding like your own. “…I-I just don't want you to be disappointed.”  You added, a bit winded from your sudden confession.

“I see...” He said, keeping his tone even. “So, that's what’s been on your mind lately, Bunny?” He huffed and tilted his head at you, leaning back to observe your body language. “And why would I be disappointed?”

 “I don’t know!” You shrugged, your face flushing in hot embarrassment. “I guess I don't have much experience…” You admitted, beginning to rub your arm in a self-soothing gesture. “And others…before, they seemed to only like me for one reason and-” Your chest tugged at the painful memory and your eyes drifted down to between your legs. “That… and when we do, you know... I just don't want you to be let down by what you find…”

“First off, you know I'd never hurt ya.” He started seriously. “You’re my mate and back home we're taught to take care of our mates, always.” He scoffed, but not in a mean way. “And…you know I don't care ‘bout all that other stuff, bun. We got time.” One side of his mouth curled up. “Besides, it doesn't matter what you look like under that little gown of yours, or what you’ve got between your legs, you'll still be my bunny.” He winked, a gleam in his emerald eyes as he tapped your jaw with one of his fingers. 

“You’re mine and…I’m yours. Simple as that.” Leona moved closer, laying his hands on the infirmary table, beside each of your legs. “Alright? And if any of those…'others' go to this school, you point ‘em out and I’ll have my boys take care of them.”

You burst out laughing at his dramatics, knowing deep down that he probably was being a little serious. “Shut uuuup!” You pushed him playfully on the chest, a few tears of relief slipping from your eyes. You should have known better, he didn’t wanna just use you for his own pleasure like the others. Your Lion just...wasn’t like that. “Alright.” You answered him, not able to fight your own smile.

“Good.” Leona looked you over fondly, his eyes squinting some as he smiled wide, bearing his fangs. “...You're always bein’ so brave, bun. I just think you deserve to relax a little...” His voice dropped low again and you shivered, chewing your lip. “What do you say?” He fingered the edge of your medical gown by your knee. “Let your lion take care of ya?”

Your cheeks and chest flushed, your stomach fluttering under his intense gaze. You were still a bit nervous, but knew you were certain about what you wanted now. And you knew Leona could tell…how much you wanted this too. “Okay.” Your heart skipped a beat, ready to take this next step with your partner.

“You don’t have to do anything.” He assured you through a murmur as he spread your soft legs slowly with a firm grip. You gasped when the man dropped to his knees before you. Right here? “All for you. I just...wanna make my bunny feel better.” Leona moved his hair out of the way and began kissing your bandaged knees. He closed his eyes, tracing the tip of his nose on the inside of your sensitive thighs as you began to relax your body for him.

“Just do me one favor… Gonna have to be real quiet for this next part, bunny.”

[clutch-nixon]

Unfortunately I'm no skater, I'm just someone who really hates getting details wrong in my headcanons. 😭 What I know is from what I'd google fu'd and tidbits I've learned from skating videos. If anyone who is involved in skating, is an actual competitive skater, or was just hardcore into Yuri on Ice and already did the homework is around and wants to point us to some proper resources I would GREATLY appreciate it lol.

From what I've learned usually there's such a surplus of girls with no male partners in ice dancing that they kinda have to be able to solo skate by default. Also there's a difference between figure skating and ice dancing! Yeah it's kinda confusing but the basics are figure skating=JUMPS and ice dancing=NO JUMPS, ballroom dancing on ice. There's obviously more to that but that's just how I remember the difference.

Ok on to the show!

Oh yeah I shoulda added before but when all the coaches bring the candidates together, they're all some of the best in the region. With even some skaters from Canada and New York coming to try out. Cuz I know you wanna show how talented Sydney is and I think this would be a good way to do it. I dunno if that's how it's done irl but at least it kinda makes sense in that when a Olympic skater is offering you a shot to to pair up, you kinda take it even if it's kinda different approach from what you're used to. 😆 Maybe it's held over a day or several, Carmy and Tina (maybe she's a coach with Marcus as the physical therapist instead???)/Nat whittling down the candidates until there's only a few left. It's when Sydney and Carmy hit the ice together that it hits them like oh, she's the one. The chemistry, the energy is instantly electric. Even some of the other eliminated competitors who'd stuck around to watch how things would turn out are like fuuuuck that's it, that's the pair. 👏😩

For some more angst in the vein of the Risotto Incident maybe Sydney attempts a really complex move in practice/a casual solo competition before one of their big competitions? It's a move she discussed with him but he does that infuriating "You're not ready" thing without really explaining why. Maybe this is around the time Claire starts popping up or there's a flare up from the shady shit Richie/Cicero are in that ties into the ice rink that distracts him? For Sydney it's like well fuck I can't wait for him to make me his full focus to lead me through this. Both here and in the show he has the luxury of having Made It already and if he fails it's a black mark on his career sure but it's nothing he couldn't recover from. Any restaurant would be chomping at the bit to take him in. In this AU he already has various international wins and Olympic gold. While Sydney has her own accolades this is really her biggest chance (and maybe only chance) of getting into the top tier.

OMG the sundaes would be so cute!! They have this really deep heart-to-heart and Carmy offers her his maraschino cherry as a apologetic little token. 🍒 Maybe follows it up with giving her some top of the line skates (he has an old sponsor hook him up).

Yeah I totally GET IT right off the bat but they're also both damn knuckleheads which makes them a primo slowburn duo. At least it means more YEARNING which is one of the best parts of this ship. I need those Stares ™ they give each other seared into my retinas. 🥺

I also have these ideas I absolutely have to sketch out. Carmy in those black skating tights and form fitting polar fleece jacket? Maybe with a tight turtleneck thermal shirt underneath? Ooooh that image has been haunting me for daaaaays, I can see it so vividly. 😩😩😩😩 Also Sydney in a similar fit but with more color thrown in. She still wears her colorfully patterned scarves and maybe some satin lined winter headbands. ����🥺 maybe it'll get more people in on this AU 🙈

Sydcarmy has been haunting me down to my soul for the past couple of days so here: ICE SKATING AU where they perform THIS routine

That chemistry!!!! It is Sydcarmy to a fuckin T

[beelsnack]

I Put A Spell On You - Obey Me Boys and A Witch MC

I may have mentioned it in an ask or something before, but I'm actually a practicing witch. (Sorry, Mammon.) So, in honor of spooky season, I bring you witch MC!

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Lucifer: "Can I ask you something?"

Lucifer looked up from the report he had been working on. In the House of Lamentation, hearing that question was very rarely followed by anything but disaster. He bit back the urge to sigh and turned to look at the human. "You may."

"Have you ever been summoned by a witch?" the human set down their pen. They had taken refuge in Lucifer's room in an attempt to actually get their homework done, and had been working diligently up until this point. "Like, successfully."

He raised an eyebrow. "No, I haven't. I doubt any mortal witch would have the power to actually summon me."

"That's what I thought," they leaned back in their chair, stretching.

"What brought this on?"

"A witch I know up in the Human Realm swore up and down that he had, quote unquote, ‘summoned Lucifer himself.’ No one believed him anyway, but I figured I would ask just to confirm my suspicions.”

“No, it is highly unlikely that a mortal witch would have the magical power to summon me,” Lucifer chuckled darkly. “Although many have tried.”

“What happens to them when they do?” they asked, completely abandoning their work at this point. Part of Lucifer wanted to reprimand them for getting distracted, but he couldn’t deny that he liked having their attention on him. “Do you curse them or something?”

“I do nothing,” he smirked as they got up to lean against his desk. Perhaps he could stand to take a break as well. “The minor demons they actually summon, however, often have their fun with those foolish enough to try.”

“Oh, I’ll bet the Little Ds have a blast with them, huh?” the human grinned.

“Ask Number Two about the time he possessed a ouija board and convinced a human they would die if they ever wore the color blue again.”

Laughing, the human moved to return to their spot at his coffee table where they had spread out all of their study materials. Lucifer, however, had different plans.

“Oof!”

In one quick, fluid motion, he had grasped the human around the waist and tugged them into his lap. The movement had mussed up their hair, and he affectionately moved a few strands out of their face to see their adorable pout.

“You know, my dear, you are the only human witch able to summon me. You should wear that fact like a badge of honor.”

Mammon: “Now that’s just playin’ dirty!”

The human had to make a concentrated effort not to laugh at Mammon. “Yeah, they really didn’t have to go that far. They already have you by the balls.”

“They do not!” Mammon growled, crossing his arms. “Nobody has control over The Great Mammon!”

“Except for the multitude of humans who you made pacts with because they promised you a few bucks.”

“Wow, okay.”

Shaking their head, they gently plucked the doll out of Mammon’s palm. It was a standard poppet, made out of cloth. “Why don’t you just have Lucifer or Satan undo the curses?”

“Because,” Mammon huffed. “Human magic is different from demon magic. None of us know the first thing about it.”

“You just don’t want to admit to anyone that the witches pulled one over on you again.”

“Can you fix it or not?”

Smothering another laugh, they brought the poppet closer to examine it. Aside from the basic filling, it felt like there were some stones in there, and they thought they smelled some herbs.

“So, basically all you need to do is remove whatever link they used to bind the doll to you,” they muttered, more to themself than anything. “Usually it’s hair, nail, a drop of blood if they’re feeling particularly nasty…”

“That’s what they were doin’?”

The human looked up, tilting their head. “What?”

“One of the witches was bein’ real nice to me,” Mammon sighed. “Patting me on the head when I dropped off some money for them. Shoulda known she was trying something fishy!”

“Okay, that answers that.” they made their way over to their desk, plopping down in the chair. “So she probably pulled out some of your hair and put it inside the doll. So all we have to do it get it out, this thing becomes a regular old doll, and voila, curse broken.”

“How do we do that?” Mammon asked, peering over their shoulder as they reached into their drawer. His blue eyes widened when they pulled out a pair of scissors. “Whaddaya plan on doin’ with those?”

“Mammon, this is going to hurt like a bitch.”

“Wha - ack!”

Mammon doubled over in pain at the same time the human cut open a slice on the doll’s belly. There, right in the center of the stuffing and stones - and there were herbs in there, they had been right! - was a little bundle of white hair, tied with a piece of twine.

“Ah-ha!” they plucked the bunch out of the doll, and Mammon just barely managed to catch himself on the corner of the desk before he went crashing to the floor.

“Holy shit, human, I’m gonna fuckin’ hurl.”

“Do it somewhere that isn’t my room, please.”

Leviathan: “Levi, I don’t know how to tell you this, but ‘witch’ and ‘magical girl’ aren’t the same thing.”

Ever since they let it slip that they practiced witchcraft, Levi had obsessively forced them to watch every magical girl anime he could think of. It was his way of relating to them, they were sure, but it was starting to get a little out of hand. There were only so many variations of the magical girl trope in existence.

Levi frowned at them. “It’s not?”

“Well, for one, I don’t own a super cute lolita dress.”

“Do you want me to make you one?”

The human laughed. “Somehow I don’t think showing up to a coven meeting wearing a pink loli dress will make the others take me very seriously.”

“What about blue?”

“Leviathan.”

“Fine, fine,” he huffed. “So if it’s not like in the anime, what is human magic like?”

“A lot more boring than demon magic, honestly.” the human shrugged, turning back to the monitor. Since they had put their foot down against watching Madoka, the two of them were rewatching Sailor Moon. “A lot of using herbs and crystals and energy. Really symbolic.”

“That is boring,” Levi scowled. “You don’t even get a transformation sequence.”

“I’m just as mad about it as you are, dude.”

Satan: “Holy shit, Satan, that is a ton of books.”

THe demon had no reason to look as proud as he did as he sat the stack of books on the table in front of him. “This isn’t even all of them. Some of them are cursed, so I let them be for now.”

“That’s...both impressive and concerning.” the human picked up a book off the top of the pile. “Whoa, it’s even handwritten!”

“I’ve collected my fair share of grimoires over the millennia.” Satan took a seat across from them, watching as they turned each page with reverence. “I believe that one is from a Scottish witch from the 16th century.”

“Should I be wearing gloves or something?” they cradled the book like it was made of glass. “This is historic, Satan.”

“I’ve cast the appropriate spells on them to prevent them from decaying, don’t worry.” Satan laughed. “Although your concern is appreciated.”

“I could learn so much about the craft from these,” their voice was barely above a whisper, eyes wide as they scanned each page like it contained the secret to eternal life. “This is...wow…”

The look of utter rapture that the human had on their face was endearing, and Satan couldn’t help but smile softly at them. “Feel free to peruse them whenever you like. They deserve to be appreciated.”

“You mean it?” they looked up with hope sparkling in their eyes. “Thank you so much, Satan!”

“Of course,” he reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind their ear. “That look on your face is worth any price.”

Asmodeus: “I have a gift for you!”

Asmo poked his head up from where he had buried it in his D.D.D. The human stood next to the couch, arms clasped behind their back and a giddy smile stretching across their face. Asmo could practically feel them vibrating from excitement.

“Ooh, for me? Darling, you shouldn’t have!” He pocketed his phone and gave them his full attention. “What is it?”

They held out their hands, revealing the treasure they had been hiding. “Ta-da!”

Asmo carefully picked up the chain from their palms. Dangling from the end of it was a small bottle, wrapped carefully in wire and turned into a pendant. Tiny, translucent pink stones sat inside, nestled in a layer of salt and herbs. The magic surrounding it was faint, as most human witchery was, but it was so uniquely them that Asmo could just about cry.

“Oh, darling, you made me a love charm!” he exclaimed, immediately slipping the necklace on. “It’s so cute! I love it, thank you so much!”

The human smiled. “I’m glad! I wasn’t sure what to do with the rose quartz, but I knew you would love them, so I figured I would make you something! Not that I really think a love charm would work on you, but I figured you would appreciate the aesthetic.”

Asmo laughed, reaching forward to cup the side of their face gently. “You don’t need to use a love charm on me, darling. I’m already captivated by you.” His other hand came up to touch the pendent resting against his collarbone. “This will just serve as a reminder of how spellbound you’ve made me.”

Beelzebub: When they had first described themself as a “kitchen witch,” Beel had thought that they meant they were a really good cook.

And while that was true, they also were literally a kitchen witch.

“Basil for protection...oregano to ward off negative magic...there, that should do it.”

To Beel, it just looked like they were making pasta. Which was never a bad thing. But they chose which herbs to season it with such intention and purpose, Beel knew it was more than that.

“Do herbs really have magic?” he asked, leaning on the counter next to the stove while the human worked on magic dinner. “I’ve never thought of them as particularly magical.”

“It’s more of a human thing,” they said, sprinkling the last of the oregano over the pot of sauce. “We don’t get the flashy sparks and all that, so we had to develop our own magic.”

“Hm…” Beel regarded the pot with curiosity. “Is that why your cooking is so good?”

“Sure, we’ll go with that.” they laughed, swatting at his hand as he slowly approached the pot. “You aren’t sneaky, Beel.”

“Can I just have a taste?”

“Your ‘taste’ is drinking the whole pot like it’s soup.” they rolled their eyes. “I haven’t even started cooking it yet! It’s cold!”

Beel pouted, looking every bit the kicked puppy. “But I want to taste your magic.”

“You can taste my magic when dinner’s ready.”

Belphegor: On nights when he couldn’t sleep, Belphie usually ended up with the human.

Sometimes it was just him wiggling his way into their bed and cuddling with them until he felt sleepy. But tonight, it looks like they were sharing a case of insomnia.

So that was how he ended up sitting on the human’s floor with his hand in their lap as they studied it like it was a textbook.

“So? What do the squiggly lines of destiny tell you about me?”

“That you’re a little bitch.” they shot back, running their thumb over the center of his palm. “You have a lot of crosses on your heart line.”

“Which means?”

“You’re emotionally fucked up.”

Belphie snorted. “I could have told you that one.”

“You’re the one who came in here and wanted to see some human magic, I don’t want to hear any complaining.” they let go of his hand. “The only reason I’m breaking out the salt and candles is to banish your demonic ass from my room.”

“You know that only works on lesser demons.”

“Anything will work as banishment if I throw it hard enough.”

Diavolo: This...felt kind of pointless, honestly.

They knew it was mainly because of Diavolo’s obsession with human culture. But doing a Tarot reading for the Crown Prince of Hell seemed like a waste of everyone’s time.

Well, regardless, a summons from Diavolo was not to be ignored, so they had dutifully gathered up their cards and made their way to the Demon Lord’s Castle.

“You know,” they began hesitantly. “If you want to know the future, you have a time-manipulating butler right there.”

Barbatos, ever watchfully, chuckled and inclined his head. “My Lord is fascinated by human methods of divination.”

“It’s true,” Diavolo nodded. “Tarot especially has always piqued my interest, but very rarely do I have time to indulge with the other witches who visit the Devildom.”

....Oh, they really couldn’t say no to the hopeful gleam in his eye. A man that large had no right to look that cute.

“Alright,” they handed him the deck of cards. It looked hilariously small in his hands. “Go ahead and shuffle them.”

“Oh, I get to do it?”

“If you want,” they shrugged. “I usually have whoever is being read for do the shuffling, so the deck can get a feel for their energy. Unless you don’t want to, of course.”

“No, this is exciting!” He really did look like he was having fun. “How many should I draw?”

“Just one, and we can go from there.”

With a focus that might have been a bit too intense, Diavolo began shuffling. He handled the deck carefully, which made them happy. So many people were rough with the cards, and they were always worried they were going to get ruined.

“Alright.” Diavolo laid a card face down on the table between them. “Would you like to do the honors?”

He was being dramatic, but they couldn’t help but play along. What was the harm in a little bit of fun? They flipped the card face up and let out a startled chuckle.

The Devil.

“Did you do that on purpose?” they asked, laughter dripping from their voice.

“No, honest!” Diavolo was laughing too. “What does the Devil card mean?”

“It means my deck has a sense of humor.”

[666bone]

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[weebswrites]

Hey if the requests are still open can you please do a headcanon for when the om brothers find out mc is a virgin (considering that they are already dating) if the requests are not open please ignore this thank you😊😊😊

The Demon Bros: Finding out MC is a virgin (16+)

Lucifer

• He’s surprised since you’d been so forward with making moves on him

• But it made sense since you’d always stopped before the two of you did anything more than oral

• He cupped your face in his hand

• “There’s no pressure for us to do anything, my love. We’d be slow, and I’d obviously make sure you were ready before we start” he reassured you

• “But, I’m ready when you are...” he said, voice lower as he leaned in and kissed your neck, “I bet you feel amazing...my cock buried deep inside you...”

• “Lucifer!” you punch his arm playfully as he kisses down your neck, “Keep it in your pants, Luce, I have homework to do” you tease him

• He kisses your cheek lightly, “I know dear, and I don’t want Diavolo on my ass if your grades slip because of our relationship”

• Bonus: When you two finally do it, he’s gentle and loving and slow. It’s perfect, and he makes you feel better than you’ve ever felt in your life

Mammon

• “Human! You shoulda told me sooner!”

• Immediately backs off, and gets surprisingly serious about it, taking a few minutes and discussing your boundaries

• You lean in and kiss him deeply, “Thank you Mammon, I appreciate you so much” you whisper against his lips

• “It’s nothin, human. I love ya, after all. I want to make sure you’re okay!”

• Your heart feels warm, and you look lovingly into his eyes for a moment before kissing him again

• The two of you end up kissing for a while, and you finally get him to let you “borrow” his favorite brown jacket

• Bonus: When you have sex, it’s not as scary as you thought. He’s supportive and makes sure you’re comfortable the entire time

Leviathan

• He’d had sex a few times, and your relationship wasn’t very physical anyways

• Don’t get me wrong, man has game. Him not having a lot of sex was a choice. He wanted it to be with someone he loved, and it always had been. Hearing Asmo go on and on about it kinda put his fire out, lol

• Nodded and kissed your forehead after you told him, “Well you know there’s no rush. My feelings won’t change, I love you no matter what” he reassured you, voice soft as he was picking up on your nervousness in telling him

• You lean into his arms, snuggling against him

• Once he’s done a few more battles you head to bed

• Bonus: You have sex that night, and it’s perfect. He takes it slow and makes sure that you feel nothing but pleasure. You fall asleep with your head against his chest, and sleep well into the afternoon

Satan

• “That’s fine. Whenever you’re ready, there’s no rush” he said, looking up from his book and giving you a reassuring smile

• You exhale a sigh of relief, “Thanks, Satan. That means a lot”

• “Well of course” he replies, sounding genuinely confused that any other answer was even an option

• You appreciate him, for how mindful and genuine he always is, without even realizing it

• “I love you, Satan” you say, leaning in and kissing him gently on the lips

• “I love you too” he responds, nuzzling your noses together

• Bonus: The night you do it, he stops first to light a candle. “It just seems right, and it’s your favorite” he says. He checks in with you a few times, and makes sure that you’re never in pain

Asmodeus

• It’s hard for him to not, and you can tell that every time you stop him from going all the way he’s disappointed and confused

• So one night, you tell him that you’re still a virgin, and that’s why you always hold him off

• A look of realization washes over his face, “Oh! I don’t know why I didn’t put that together” he said, laughing at his own density

• “That’s totally fine, my dear. I obviously want to have sex and all, but I’m not going to rush you. And I’m loyal to you obviously as well”

• “Thanks, Asmodeus. I love you”

• Bonus: When you finally tell him you’re ready, you can tell he’s excited. He rushes to his room and throws flower petals down, lights candles, the whole ordeal. When he shows you how he’s prepared his room, you laugh at how sweet it is. The sex is obviously beyond amazing

Beelzebub

• So is he!

• Not bc the whole ‘beel is so soft uwu’ thing

• Over thousands of years, he’d never felt the need to have proper sex with anyone. Sure he’d done / received oral, but nothing more

• You’re surprised, but you’re also biased since you’re wildly in love with him

• You have a healthy discussion about sex, talking about both of your boundaries and what you were comfortable with

• Bonus: You’re in love, and you both know that you want to spend the rest of your lives together. So, you have sex. It’s good, really really good. Your love for him increases more than you thought was possible, and you can tell it had the same effect on him as well

Belphegor

• He’s had sex once, because Asmo talked him into it (but he consented obv) (also for sex w someone from a bar not sex w his brother fjhsdkf)

• He doesn’t care that you’re a virgin though, as long as you love him and are willing to take multiple naps a day he’s chillin

• After a nap you discuss it, and decide that you’d get there when you get there

• It’s a quick discussion, but a good one. Something you really valued about Belphie was his ability to have a healthy conversation

• When he tells you that he’s not a virgin, but that it was just once, you’re jealous - but he makes you feel better (with kisses and words of affirmation)

• Bonus: One night you’re bored and decide to have sex, bc why not lol. It’s good, and lasts a while. You don’t know how he didn’t get hooked after doing it once, because you feel like you could do this forever. And well, it becomes a bit of a regular occurrence 

[deliciouslyqualitytiger]

I love how I randomly felt compelled to go through the Superman & Lois tag on Thursday night because people I follow were posting lengthy texts post about the most recent episode. And I was all like “I don’t care about this show cuz i’m done with Arrowverse but WHO are all these people??”.  Imagine my surprise upon going through the tag that the whole premise of Superman & Lois is them raising their two teenage boys in Smallville?? Then I started watching clip after clip on Youtube (when I definitely shoulda been doing my homework) and the domesticity of it all??? I did not know Clark and Lois being parents to two teenagers was something I needed in my life????? 😭😭😭

ANYWAYS now lemme start watching this show lmaoooo

[samusangel]

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚𓆟 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀; what happens when inarizaki’s sweetheart falls head over heels for renowned fuckboy miya atsumu?

⤿ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲; fluff, angst

⤿ 𝗮/𝗻; everyone has a kansai accent (the reader’s accent isnt that strong at times) so dont let ur brain get jumbled. enjoy <3

⤿ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(??): swearing, SPOILERS!!

⤿ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.3k

𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗼 *̣̩⋆̩☽ 

y/l/n y/n, inarizaki’s very own angel. always bubbling with excitement, always smiling. her giggles often enchant the students of inarizaki; it’s like a glimpse into heaven.

never in a million years would they have thought she’d be friends with miya atsumu. inarizaki’s very own devil in disguise. your typical heartbreaker.

if it wasn’t for kita and suna’s constant begging for her to be the manager for the volleyball club, she’d probably not even talk to him.

“y/n-chan!”

you swiftly turn on your heel, stopping the current conversation you were having with aran. atsumu’s in front of you, panting. he must’ve been running here; you put a mental note in your brain to give him water later.

“thought i’d never catch up to ya. for a shorty, yer pretty quick.” atsumu’s smiling at you, it’s the same smile he gives to every other girl. you aren’t special to him, you’re just a fling waiting to happen.

you’ve been crushing on atsumu for quite a while. maybe it’s the affection he gives you? the other boys on the volleyball team give you brotherly love, you even call kita nii-san sometimes. but atsumu? his affection gave the intentions that he was interested in you. the same affectionate ways your friends’ boyfriends gave them. but you think again. this is miya atsumu, a playboy at it’s finest. he would never be interested in you, right?

“‘tsumu, i told ya not to call me shorty!” you lightly smack his arm, pouting.

“can’t resist it, yer too cute to not be called shorty. let’s go.” atsumu holds your hand as the two of you walk to the gym for practice.

“kita-nii!” you quickly let go of atsumu’s hand and run towards kita, hugging him.

“y/n-chan, it’s good to see you made it without you and ‘tsumu bitin each others’ heads off!” kita chuckles, patting your head as a signal to go get the surprise you had made for the team, aran getting up to go with you.

the moment you’re out of earshot, kita yells at atsumu.

“why’re ya late, ‘tsumu? thought ya said you’d make it on time today,” kita scoffs, thoroughly done with atsumu constantly being late the past month. nationals were coming up, he couldn’t have the team slacking, “don’t tell me it’s another one o’ ya dumb flings again.”

“was waitin for y/n-chan, she had to stay back and help some douche with his homework. tch, as if,” there was a certain jealously laced in his words, one that if you’d heard it you’re sure it would make your precious little heart burst.

“yer not much better, ya know.” osamu casually puts out, and he isn’t wrong. after all, atsumu isn’t given the title ‘playboy’ for nothing.

“‘samu, don’t be like that. i aint all that bad, right?” atsumu whines, frowning like a little kid about to have a temper tantrum.

“guys!! i have somethin’ for ya!” you walk back into the gym with aran, both holding a tray of baked goods.

“eh? y/n-chan, what’s that for?” the sweet smell of vanilla and strawberries wafts through the air, very quickly catching the inarizaki team’s attention.

“well.. you guys have been working really hard lately getting ready for nationals so i thought it’d be nice to bake you guys some sweets,” the team stared at her, wide-eyed. how did they get so lucky?

“o-oh but.. if ya guys don’t wan’ em-”

“y/n-chan, ya fuckin angel. we’re gonna eat all of these.” atsumu pulls you into a hug, your face smushed into his chest. you feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment, but you ignore the fuzzy feeling and familiar butterflies swarming; simply letting atsumu do what he wanted.

“‘tsumu, let go! ya gotta eat before the rest of the guys eat em!” atsumu loosens his grip around you, changing his hold on you to his arm falling to your waist.

the team eat the trays of pastries you baked the night before, osamu and atsumu constantly fighting over the mini-cupcakes you made with the extra batter. osamu claims they taste better, while atsumu just wants an excuse to beat his brother at something. suna just quietly eats the vanilla cookies, thanking you for being so generous to the idiots on his team. aran and kita are just watching osamu and atsumu fight, munching on cornets.

atsumu usually doesn’t make it very far fighting with osamu, it seems keeping his hold on your waist is much more important to him. your heart flutters at the position you’re currently in; you sitting next to atsumu, your head resting softly on his shoulder. atsumu humming a soft little tune only for your ears to hear as he peacefully watches you play with his much larger hands.

“should i bake some more for tomorrow?” you ask, lifting your head from atsumu’s shoulder to start packing up the trays and cleaning any crumbs the boys left behind.

“if ya wanna, we’re not fussed.” aran smiles sweetly to you; you simply give a small smile back.

“alright, we’ll just skip practice for today. you’re all gonna practice extra tomorrow though,” kita chuckles hearing the disapproving groans from his teammates, “don’t worry, im sure y/n can think of a way to keep ya excited.”

“i’ll start thinkin of some fun activities we can do on the weekend!” you chirp, getting up to find your bag.

everyone starts piling out; you walking out eagerly chatting with osamu about a new recipe you’ve been dying to try. atsumu’s much larger hand engulfs yours as you and atsumu split ways from osamu since atsumu insisted he walk you home.

“’tsumu, you don’t have to walk me home. i’m not a lil’ kid anymore.” you smile at him, feeling a sense of euphoria at the fact he chose to walk you home instead of walking home with osamu.

“yer so innocent though, i swear someone could lure ya in with candy or somethin’.” atsumu laughs, watching the way your face goes from a soft smile to slightly confused to very offended.

“c’mon atsu’,” you whined, pouting, “i’m not that dumb!”

“yeah, but ya aren’t that smart either,” he takes a moment to admire you while you ramble about how you still got better grades than him and how osamu is the smarter twin.

“oh! tsumu, you should go home now.”

“right. see ya tomorrow, y/n!”

the next few days pass and you feel as if the atmosphere is off between you and atsumu. you’ve spoken to osamu about it and he feels the same way. did something happen between you and atsumu?

“..astu’?” you tap atsumu’s shoulder softly, letting him know you’re there.

“oh. y/l/n.” atsumu isn’t looking at you with the usual gleam in his eyes and you’re starting to wondering if you messed up something.

“‘tsumu, why’re you callin’ me by my last name?” you bite your lip in a state of confusion and nervousness.

“y/n. we need to talk.” he sighs in a way that you would when you’re disappointed and you’re thinking you really fucked up.

after school, you meet atsumu in the gym. they don’t have practice today, so the gym was the perfect place to meet up.

“y/n. i know what you think about me. i can see it in the way you look at me.” atsumu begins, almost instantly regretting what he’s decided to do. the way your eyes are starting to tear up makes him know you know what he’s talking about.

“atsumu.. i didn’t- i didn’t mean to. it just-” you stutter out, tears dripping down your cheeks, as atsumu pulls you into a hug.

“shh, i know. it’s okay, yeah? just ‘cause ya fell in love with me doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends. just needed ya to know that ya shouldn’t confess to me. i’m gonna have to reject ya, and i really don’t wanna do that.” you don’t know what to say, especially since you were hoping to confess to him in a few days.

“i- i’m gonna go, atsumu.” you pull away from him after a few minutes of silence and after your sobs have silenced.

“i’ll walk you home.”

“no.. atsumu, i need time to think, y’know?”

days pass, days turning to weeks and weeks beginning to edge onto two months. the heavy tension in the gym is suffocating. the bus ride to nationals isn’t much better either. you’re sitting as far away from atsumu as you can, avoiding the awkward looks he gives you. you know he wants to apologise for being so blunt to you, but you aren’t ready to talk to him yet.

“y/n, i think it’s time you talked with ‘tsumu. i know you don’t want to, but as our manager you have to for the sake of the team.” kita’s calm voice snaps you out of your lost state of mind. it was evident that you weren’t feeling your best from the way your gaze was soft and it looked like you were drifting off.

“oh. uh.. i don’t think he wants to see me right now?” you try to make an excuse but kita simply shakes his head no and you grumble.

“y/n. go now, please. ‘tsumu isn’t focusin’ durin’ practice. as manager ya needa set him straight.”

“kita-nii..” you hesitate for a moment, “fine. i’ll do it.”

“thank you, y/n.”

you walk up to atsumu, who seems quite surprised you’re even looking at him right now, and sit next to him.

“atsu’.. i don’t wanna be the reason you might lose nationals. i know how much this means to you,” you make eye contact with atsumu for the first time in about a month.

“y/n, it’s not yer fault, yeah?” atsumu cups your cheek with his hand, a small smile growing on his face, “shouldn’t have been so blunt with ya anyways, shoulda known you’d react like this.”

“are.. are we okay again?” you bite your lip lightly, patiently waiting for a reply.

“think we were always okay, we just had a lil’ mishap, y’know?”

“so.. can i sit next to you?” you feel at peace knowing what happened hopefully won’t change your current dynamic, even if you know atsumu definitely won’t be yours.

“yeah, ya can. c’mere.” you sit down before atsumu tucks you into his side.

the rest of the ride is silent, but the uncomfortable tension is eased.

nationals pass by in a few blinks. but in the end, unfortunately, inarizaki lost to karasuno; a school no one would’ve thought could make it this far before, not after their reputation of being ‘clipped crows’.

the bus is once again silent during the ride home, and it breaks your heart — as the manager who’s been with them as long as the second years have — seeing how distraught the boys look. everyone looks disappointed in themselves, even suna looks upset. but most of all, atsumu looks like he’s on the verge of tears. and sitting next to him gives you the front seats to the way his eyes are glossy, the tears threatening to spill over any moment.

even the school feels silent, the losing game somehow affecting the entirety of inarizaki. even you, the bubbly sweetheart, could barely smile.

months pass, and now it’s almost the end of your second year. everything seemed to pass in a blur, from the losing match to the rest of your second year. the only thing that seemed to linger was the feeling of regret; and your feelings for atsumu. maybe if you didn’t catch feelings for atsumu, he would’ve been more focused. if you didn’t catch feelings, he wouldn’t have had to talk to you about it.

although the boys didn’t technically have to keep practicing, a few of the boys kept going; especially atsumu.

“atsu’? it’s time to lock up before ya get in trouble from coach. again.” your soft voice calling out to atsumu snaps him out of his focus.

“oh. yeah, gimme a minute.”

you watch atsumu do his jump serve, the sound of the impact from the ball hitting the floor bouncing on the walls of the gym. atsumu tried to hit another serve before you register why you’re there but it’s too late.

“atsu’, no! i’ll help you clean up, c’mon. you gotta walk me home, it’s late. it’d be terrible if i, your precious manager, got kidnapped right?” you joked, though you were still terrified at the thought of getting kidnapped for real.

“yeah ya right, it’d be so hard for the team without our darlin’ lil’ manager.” atsumu chuckles.

your parents didn’t really mind where you went at night, especially since they knew you were often with atsumu. so it’s no surprise that your parents don’t call or text when it’s late at night and you’re at a park with atsumu, sitting on a bench together. the cold breeze making you wish you’d brought your jacket with you that day. and it seems atsumu notices because soon after you shiver, atsumu’s large jacket is placed on your shoulders.

“hey, y/n?” atsumu swings his arm around your shoulder and makes you shuffle closer to him.

“mm?”

“i like you.”

“oh, cool. wait. what??” your whip your head to face him, shocked at the sudden confession.

“maybe i can give this whole love thing a shot? doesn’t seem that hard to keep ya happy.” atsumu jokes, watching as your expression shuffles through happy, confused and a mix of the two.

“i- i like you too but.. your volleyball career?”

atsumu simply shushes you and brings you into a soft kiss; and you wish time would stop right then.

“be my girlfriend?” he smiles at you, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

and who were you to say no to that?