#teehee ! im sane

[siyaazu]

Grillby grillby grillby grillby grillby i love grillby my beautiful wife did i say i love grillby yet i love grillby im tweaking a little just a little

Bonus sansby WIP

Sans is supposed to be like :

But his stupid mittens blend into everything because he's stupid and dumb and sans

[ashertickler]

ASHER TALBOT IS ROSS LYNCH !!!!!!!!!! FWEAKING PEELS MY SKIN OFF 🔥‼️

anyways welcome to my funeral, this thought killed me on the spot ... plum is officially dead, twas nice knowing you all 🫡💥💀🕊

[kitkat303]

Figured I could post this here too, yes I've been absent here cause I'm still a stranger to this platform. Palm knee is just like me fr tho

[lmadsadness]

1 pic - Just sketched my skid (I got bored 💥💥💥)

2 pic - BODY HORROR MOTH!!!!!1!1!1!1!! 🗣🗣🗣🗣

[birchtreecat]

I need to yap idc if this spoils my lore heavily iMmmmM GOUNG FORIT

akko right that vitairi interaction has been on my mind. hypothetically the pharmacist could entirely screw her over not just with the meat grinder. akko IS on vitairi we’ve SEEN what it does to those who use it and then don’t have a supply for whatever reason. Vitairi pharmacist and Rei have so much power over Akko and she doesn’t even know it. she knows she’s in deep shit but she doesn’t quite grasp how deep of a hole she’s actually in !!!

[rachiecrown]

OOOOHHH MY GOD LMAO I JUST SAW THE ETHO BDUBS MAGICAL GIRL AU AND IM OBSESSEDDDDD AAAAHHHHH do u have any ideas for potential other magical girls??? or who bdubs was aiming for???????? what are the rules in this universe for being a magical girl?? what exactly do they fight??? PLSPLS AAAAAAAAAAA

/pos

GRGEGAGGEHE YYAYYDYAYA YIPPEE YIPPEE /vpos

^ My first reaction to your ask btw

This is gonna be a long-ish post!!

Okay okay okay so,, as I said before, metropolitan setting, big city, yada yada,

Here's what they fight first!!

In the Etho drawing, in the bottom right corner, BDubs is yelling about fighting monsters... The monsters are kinda like, big, almost shadowy kinda blobby things. Idk how to describe it so I did a really lazy drawing

(ik it's bad don't come at me ty)

So like these things are called Grief Monsters, they're formed from large concentrations of negative emotion in one area. They can range anywhere from the size of a large person to a small building. Bigger ones are super rare tho.

In order to defeat one, a Magical will have to use an attack which usually draws from positive energy. Depending on how determined they are, they can usually beat the monster in one blow, but it will probably take a little bit of time to charge up after transforming.

Most people can't usually see the monster. It will continue to feast on negativity and grow, then eventually bring the energy back to some sort of realm of darkness. Either Familiars, Magicals or people with potential to become Magicals can see them.

In order to become a magical girl, or just Magical, in this AU, (idk I was saying magical girl just to be silly lol but officially in the AU they're called Magicals), something called a Familiar will have to form a bond with them.

Familiars have a special magic that allows both them and their Magical to gain a second form, being a human form for the Familiar and a magical girl(?) form for the Magical.

Usually the magic potential is stronger if the Familiar and Magical's energies align, which I based off of Double Life soul bonds!

This leads up to Etho and BDubs creating their bond! Etho really just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time during a Grief Monster's harvest, (which I need to mention, Grief Monsters will try to eat unbound Familiars) and ended up having to protect a very loud and stressed strange little moss creature.. being BDubs.

BDubs kinda pushed the bond onto Etho, since Etho had Magical potential and the two of them were in a stressful situation, but turns out, whoopsie! Their energies didn't really align correctly! Turns out BDubs got the wrong guy!

Regardless, BDubs gets his human form and protection from the monster while Etho gets his Magical form, some powers, and a pretty dress.

Because of how the energies pair based on Double Life, BDubs should've aimed for Impulse.. Etho would've eventually gotten Joel as a Familiar if things happened differently. (BDubs and Joel will argue about this later with a very confused Etho in the background... Cut to Impulse out and about living his best life)

Here's some other duos I've made in the AU!

Jimmy and Tango - These two have been around for a little while! Tango's the Magical while Jimmy's the familiar, and they're kinda the laughing stocks of the magical community due to how bad they actually are at fighting monsters.

Martyn and Ren - Martyn's the Magical and Ren's the Familiar. These two have been around a little longer than Timmy and Tango. Martyn was once paired with another Familiar, but she left after their bond failed.

Scott and Cleo - Scott's been around a little longer than Cleo, but they created a magic bond a few days after meeting. Scott's the Magical while Cleo's the Familiar.

Joel and Lizzie - Magical Lizzie and Familiar Joel! These two came after Etho and BDubs, since Joel was pushed away by BDubs being territorial, so he kinda just ended up sticking with the pink haired girl who seems to be perpetually confused

Scar and Grian - Magical Grian and Familiar Scar didn't make a bond until really really late. Grian was on the scene for a long time before meeting Scar, and their bond formed maybe a day or two before BDubs and Etho meet. These two are the main villains of the AU. Teehee

ANYWAYSSS IM SO HAPPY I COULD SHARE THIS YAYAYA

TYSM FOR ASKING YOU MADE ME SO HAPPY YIPPEEE

Again if anyone has more questions my inbox is wide open! I'm working on some designs right now so those should be posted soon enough :D

[ria-starstruck]

LIKE to get me to finish these refs. REBLOG to fill me with determination (to finish these refs). IGNORE to leave me to die, frostbitten and alone, in the middle of the cursed woods in midwinter where nary a living soul dares set foot, paw, claw, or wing.

[quinoa-adjacent]

I didnt know you liked The Oh Hellos! What is your favorite album/song of theirs?

HMGMGKGMF

I DO!!!!

I'm so incredibly sane and normal and causal about Notos and I DoNT at all wanna cry when I hear it :3

I think my favourite track specifically might be Constellations but On the Mountain Tall is so up there and Planetarium Stickers is such a beautiful little transition piece of ambient amber

[orcelito]

Tfw u have a mini mental breakdown in the work bathroom and then you have to walk out a whole hour and fifteen minutes after you clocked out & then finally finish locking everything up

I swear I'm normal I swear I'm normal

[totallyrealpersons-blog]

bro, there was a fly in my room and I tried to get it out and it attacked me and made me angry so I'm trying to kill this stupid fucking fly and I hit it and I see it go down so I go and look for the body BUT IT WAS GONE so I look around and I see it FLYING AROUND TRYING TO ESCAPE MY WRATH LIKE THE HORRIBLE DEMONIC FLY IT IS IT DESERVES TO DIE BUT every time I TRY TO EXPLAIN THIS EVERYONE CALLS ME AN INSANE LUNATIC BUT I AM NOT I AM SANE PLEASE DON'T SEND ME TO THE WARD PLEASE PLEASE PLEEASE

JHFILERHFSHBVSJRHGVBSVHABAWHBVVJJVNV

[sunbedo]

When school comes back around and i have to write short response answers/essays i think I'll spice it up a little by making each letter of the sentences in a paragraph spell out something silly. My way of rebelling against our joyless school system by making my self giggle when i look back on them

And if my teacher notices that the first letter of each sentence spells out "amongus" what're they gonna do??? Dock my grade???

[devskindawritingblog]

Hey! Can I request adult misty quigley x fem reader? And also can they kinda have an age gap? (Teehee)

Basically Misty obviously has a thing for needing people to want her and need her and feel important so her very codependent partner comes up with a way to make her feel better by letting Misty treat fake injuries on her? Like idk putting ketchup on her arm and misty bandaging her up and all that to keep herself feeling sane

Click to help Palestine 🇵🇸 🍉

Bandages

Older Misty x reader

AN: hiiiii im so sorry this took so long. I’ve be busy with school and stuff in my personally life but it’s finally out yay. Misty’s text is in yellow I think that’s the colour I originally picked for her. Divider made by @arachnid-wife

word count rounded: 1k

You and Misty first met when your grandmother lived at the nursing home that Misty worked at. You would visit your grandmother once a week. Misty was usually the nurse that helped with her, so you would see her often.

The both of you got very close, so close that you would go out for coffee together every other weekend. It was mostly about your grandmother, but after a while, the conversations turned flirty. You would spend more and more time with her. Soon, she finally asked you out. You went on a few actual dates with her. After a while, you made it official with her. She asked you to move in with her and Caligula. You accept, of course. That was a few years ago, and after all that time with Misty, you started to notice little things about her.

The first time you started noticing was when you accidentally cut your finger while chopping something with a knife.

You were in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and chatting with Misty. You guys were going to have a holiday party with the yellow jackets. You and Misty were chatting and making jokes when you looked over your shoulder, and that's when you felt it. A sharp, searing pain in your pointer finger. You wince and gasp, turning back to see your finger. You drop the knife and lift your hand. 

“Oh my gosh!!!” Misty rushes over and grabs a towel, wrapping your finger in it as you let out a huff in pain. “Fuck.” You sigh, groaning, as you lean against the counter.

You ended up having to go to the hospital to get it stitched up. Misty offered, but you were not going to let her sew up your finger at the house. You ended up being alright, and the party ended up actually happening, but instead you ordered some pizzas.

Misty spent the next few weeks keeping you in a bubble. Feeding you even though you cut your non-dominant hand. She would basically do anything for you if you needed to use your hands. She would check on your stitches every day and help clean them.

You really don't mind that she wants to take care of you. In fact, it's quite fun having her do things for you because she won't even hesitate. You want a glass of water? She’s on it. Food? Right away. Misty even spent a week helping you get dressed.

After your finger fully healed, you would notice a slight change in Misty. She wanted to keep helping, but there was nothing to do anymore. She felt like she was unneeded. You decided to talk to Misty one night while cuddling on the couch.

“Hey? You alright?”

“ Wha? Oh yeah, I'm alright, most alright ever." Misty says it sounds obnoxiously cheerful for someone who was pouting because you didn't need help making yourself toast this morning. You look over at her, giving her a smile that says, “I know you're not alright.” 

“It's, well, you know, I really loved taking care of you and feeling like I was useful.” 

“You're my girlfriend, Misty; you don't need to be "useful." I love you.” You say, kissing her cheek as she smiles back. “I know, but I guess it's my love language to help and to make you better.” She says she is pulling you into her arms and giving your healed finger a little kiss. 

“How about this? I'll let you patch me up and “nurse” me back to health whenever you want.”

“But I don't want you to hurt yourself.”

“What if we just pretend? You know, bandage up my fake cut or whatever else you want to do. If it makes you feel better, I really don't mind.” Misty's eyes light up, and she pulls you into a kiss.

From that day forward, it became just part of the two of you. Sure, it's an unusual way to cheer her up, but you don’t really mind. It always goes the same way: she “comforts” you and gives you kisses. Then she “disinfects” your “cut” and puts on a patterned bandage on it before “kissing it better." Misty claims that it's the most important part of the whole process.

One day Misty came home from work upset; it was just a very stressful day, and she needed to come home and see you. You're in the kitchen cooking after Misty finally lets you touch a knife without intense supervision. You hear the front door open and yell out. “Hi baby, how was work?” You say, looking over your shoulder to catch her taking off her jacket with a silent huff, not like herself at all.

She walks into the bedroom without saying a word and changes out of her scrubs. You put down whatever you were doing and follow Misty into your bedroom. “Hey? Baby? You ok? Bad day?” You ask, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her into a hug. “Long day.” Misty mutters, relaxing into your arms.

You pull away and smile softly. “I got a scrape on my knee earlier, babe, Wanna help?” You ask, sitting down on the bed and rolling up your pants to show her your perfectly fine, unscraped knee. Misty raises a brow. “There is no scrape on your knee, babe” Misty says, a little confused. 

“What? Misty? My knee hurts. Can you patch me up?” She finally smiles as she lets out a sigh. She understands what you're trying to do, and she grabs her little med kit. Misty kneels next to the bed, rolling up your pants until your knee is fully exposed. She grabs a little alcohol wipe and rubs it on your knee. 

“It might sting a little, babe.”

She grabs some bandage wrap, lifts your knee a bit off the bed, and wraps your knee up snugly. She finishes and gives you a little kiss on your bandaged knee. “All better, you get hurt a lot; you gotta be more careful.” You both smile and laugh a little as she pulls you into a kiss.

[frenchfrywrites]

Testing the Waters: An Examination and Exploration into the Devildom Demon’s Hierarchy of Status

MINORS DNI

Warnings: GN amab dom reader, sub demon brothers, brothers have ambiguous genitals, established polyamory (NO demoncest), culture shock, lots and lots of piss and wetting!!! Piss drinking, wetting clothes, marking with piss, involuntary wetting, etc!!, brat characters, nonverbal subspace, subspace, the demon bros have animalistic traits, implied sex, sir kink, assertion of dominance, safe sane + consensual, d/s scenes

This was a commission for @rosepetalhaven !! I had soo much fun with writing this (im sure u can tell bc i went 1k words over what you asked for.. teehee 😇), and while it's super different from how I normally write fics, I hope you enjoy it :D

You’re not sure when it started. You’re not sure with whom it started with, either. You do know a few things, though: that Belphegor wasn’t the first to do it, but he was the one that made you realize there was a pattern occurring. 

The incident happened days ago, and you have been replaying it in your mind ever since. He’d plopped down on top of you while you sat in your room, and sprawled himself over your body, trying to sleep on you like you were a giant pillow. Typically, you enjoy napping with the avatar of sloth, but you had an important task that needed finishing (and now you can’t even remember what it was that was so pressing, it seems so minuscule compared to what was about to happen next). Belphie had whined, using a very small amount of force to push you back when you’d tried to move from under him.

“Belphie,” you had stressed lightly. 

“Noo, don’t move,” he’d huffed. You tried again to move from under him, and then it happened. Belphie had wet himself on top of you. 

Several emotions worked through your mind then, surprise, shock, bewilderment, and a bit of delight. The two of you stared at one another for a very long moment, Belphie looking both smug and sleepy, while you stared back with a very “deer caught in the headlights” look. 

“It’s okay,” you choked out, even though Belphie didn’t seem upset in the slightest. "It's okay," and perhaps you were only talking to yourself at this point, reassuring yourself that this was normal– even though it very much was not.

Once the cooled wetness on your lap became hard to ignore, you’d then manhandled Belphie off your body and got up to change, not bothering to listen as he complained and whined about your absence. 

You could not get the moment out of your head.

It dawned on you that this was not the first time a demon had wet themselves on you.

Your mind worked a mile a minute to find evidence for a pattern– as human brains are wont to do– and while you couldn’t remember when it started, you came up with a couple of times this had occurred before.

There was the time when Mammon wanted something, and he’d been begging for you to get it for him, or at the very least loan him the money for it. While you often indulge him, you’d told him no then, and he grabbed the front of your shirt, looking at you with big puppy eyes before relieving himself on you. 

There was the time that Lucifer ordered you not to meet up with Solomon late at night; he’d pressed himself up against you, holding your arm tightly, practically pouting. Eventually, you caved, and you hadn’t noticed it until he pulled away that there was a slight wet spot on the front of your pants from where his crotch had pressed against you.

There was the time that Asmo sat on your lap and cutely demanded you to do something with him, because he was dying of boredom. When you’d rejected him in favor of something else, he had promptly wet himself. That time you assumed it was him being bratty from being ignored, but you now realize he had different intentions.

You came up with a dozen or so times this had occurred, and it finally clicked. Each brother had done this when they’d try to demand or command something. It had to be a dominance thing. It was failing horribly, of course, but now that you were aware of the situation at hand, things were going to change. 

Deciding to get a bit more information, you crack open the demonology book you’d gotten from class for the first time in ages. There you find all the answers you need. Your assumption is proven correct, as the textbook spells out in detail how urine is often used as a hierarchical device for demons. As you read, you discover how, if one backs down and submits to the other, that they will involuntarily wet themselves as a show of submission. You imagine you’ve been disappointing the brothers when you fail to follow through on the other half of the societal expectation. 

It’s hard to stop the images of your partners losing their self-control as they submit to you; wetting themselves, because they just can’t help it. You can’t ignore how flushed and excited you get from thinking about it. 

-

The first demon you think of is Mammon.

Mammon is, as he is so frequent to remind you, the first you made a pact with, and so it’s only fair that he’s the first one that you decide to put your new knowledge to the test.

He makes it so easy, too. 

He’s in your room, rummaging through your things when you enter. 

“If you’re looking through my dirty laundry, you might as well clean it,” you tease, closing the door behind him, startling him lightly.

“Whaaat?” he turns around looking indigent, “why would I do your chores? You should be the one doing mine! I’m the great Mammon, and you’re a weak human, in case ya forgot. I’m not gonna do anythin’ for you” He could go on ranting, but he’s cut off by the sound of you unbuckling your belt. “What’re ya doin’?” 

You don’t answer him, and instead step closer. He chokes on his spit when you take your cock out of your pants. 

“Oh,” he starts again, putting two and two together. It takes you a moment to convince your body and brain that it’s alright to do what you’re about to do. Then, you’re pissing on him. 

To your surprise and delight, Mammon’s knees buckle as he immediately loses control of his bladder. He falls to the ground, sitting unbothered in a puddle of his own pee, letting yours wash over him. You moan, feeling your loins burn at the sight of him. It's hard to keep yourself flaccid.

Mammon's hands clutch his thighs, keeping him steady as he experiences something that must be downright euphoric if his dazed expression is anything to go by. Luckily this isn't the first time he's looked at you with eyes like that, and you know how to handle the situation.

“Aw, don’t have much to say now, do you?” you coo, bringing a hand down to brush his wet hair from his face. Mammon only purrs and chirps in response, blinking sleepily up at you. You pet his face tenderly, “want me to take care of you?” 

Mammon nods slowly in response to your question, his pupils blown wide. You coo, taking him up into your arms, and helping him onto your bed. 

He’s so cute like this, you can hardly stand it. It makes you regret that it took you so long to figure all this out.

-

Satan is next, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t manipulate the situation a bit. You made sure to drink a good amount of water before you sought out the Avatar of Wrath. 

You knock on his door, hearing a faint “who is it?” come from within. Your heart rate picks up as you reply with your name. Satan quickly responds with a, “come in” and your hand is already on the doorknob. 

His room is chaotic and messy, as it usually is, which is good for your plan. Satan looks up from the tome he’s reading, smiling at the sight of you. 

As you attempt to walk over to him, you trip over a book (and yeah, you make it more dramatic than it needs to be, but whatever). You steady and collect yourself before Satan is up and on his way to you, eager to help. 

“Sorry,” he sighs, taking the book you tripped on from your hands.

“You should clean this place up,” you suggest, only it’s not so much of a suggestion as it is a command. Satan shrugs,

“I’ll get to it,” he says, brushing you off. You harden your gaze,

“I wasn’t asking,” you remind him. A light flush begins to work itself onto Satan’s now irritated face.

“Excuse me-” he begins, but grows quiet when you take yourself out of your pants. It still takes a millisecond to convince your brain that your body is allowed to pee, and then you’re wetting his pants for him. “Ah,” he breathes, looking down at your stream in awe, his eyelids lowering as he begins to involuntarily wet himself. All anger has left his body, and he melts like wax under a flame as you make a mess of his pants and floor. 

“I see you worked it all out then,” he purrs once you’re both done, giving you a dopey smile. You kiss him gently, 

“Yeah. And you’re going to clean up this mess, along with your room. Isn’t that right?” He nods immediately, letting out another spurt of pee at your assertion of dominance. 

“Yes sir,” you’re shocked– but try not to show it– when he then drops to his hands and knees and begins licking up the puddle of yours and his piss from the ground. 

“Fuck,” you sigh softly, “good boy,” you praise, not sure if he can even hear you, with how quietly you’re speaking. 

Diligently, Satan takes care of the mess then looks up at you, licking his lips before giving you a small smile. You let out an appreciative hum,

“Good, now,” you break eye contact to look around the room, “this better be tidied next time I come in here.” Satan makes a pleased sound at the promise that you’ll be back. 

You turn, but before you can leave, Satan calls out your name quietly. 

“Will you take care of me, if I do a good job?” he asks, his hands griping his thighs, and you’d have to be blind to not see how aroused he is. 

“Yes sweetheart,” you smile as you look him over, “I will,” and with that you leave the room, already counting down the seconds before you return.

-

A couple of days later, Belphie has overslept, and Lucifer put you in charge of waking him. You make your way up to his room, while everyone eats breakfast. He’s dead asleep when you open the door, and you sigh, knowing you have a fight ahead of you. 

“Belphie,” you don’t bother with being quiet, because you know Beel has already tried and failed with waking him nicely. You shake him gently, and finally he blinks his eyes open, moaning as he groggily rises from his deep slumber. 

“Ugh, ten more minutes,” he groans, batting away your hands. You’re about to start badgering him again, but an idea hits you. You pull down your pants enough to pull your cock out, and aim it at his face. It takes you a moment, but you manage to pee a little on Belphies face. He gasps, a bit getting into his mouth at the action, and soon a wet spot forms on the comforter, signalling that he’s involuntarily wet the bed. 

“Okay,” he whines, wiping your piss off his face so he can look up at you, “I’ll um… go take a shower,” he mumbles, rising up from the bed. 

“I’ll throw your sheets in the wash,” you compromise, stopping him from leaving, so you can kiss his sticky cheek. Belphie purrs at the action, leaning into your touch. 

“‘M glad you finally figured all this out,” he sighs happily, “took you long enough,” he teases. You huff, and push him towards the bathroom then tuck yourself back into your pants, and begin stripping the sheets. 

-

Sometimes you forget how Leviathan can be such a brat. He’s very good at reminding you though.

“Levi, darling, when was the last time you… washed yourself with soap and water,” you ask, trying to be delicate about the fact that you’re not sure that he’s been taking care of himself very well these last few days. 

“I don’t need to,” he replies, mashing away at the buttons on his keyboard, not sparing you a glance.

“Mmm, I’m not so sure, I think you probably should every once in a while,” you say, trying your best to persuade him.

“Not. Right. Now,” he urges, frustration evident in his voice. 

“Levi,” you strain, and then realize there’s an easy way to win this fight. You drop your pants, and lean over to press the pause button.

“Hey!” Levi whips his head around, but whatever he was going to say gets swallowed as he comes face to face with your dick. 

“Oh,” he scrambles out of his chair, his expression of annoyance easily shifting to one of surprise and excitement. “Here, here,” he says as he grabs your arm and drags you away from his electronics. You don’t give him much time after that, pissing on him without warning.

“Ah-I can’t hold it,” Levi’s voice quivers when he says it, looking at you with wide, wild eyes as he loses control of his bladder. He’s still holding onto your arm, and his grip tightens significantly as he lets go.

“S’okay,” you reassure, “you didn’t do anything wrong, I’m very pleased with you Levia-chan, my sweet baby, doing so good,” you praise until a soft purr erupts from him. His grip loosens, but he still clings to you, falling into you. Luckily you have the wherewithal to catch him and hold him gently in your arms. He’s still wetting himself as you hold him, but you don’t mind at all. 

It’s not until he’s finally done that he speaks again. 

“What a mean way of making me want to shower,” he pouts, still purring. You laugh, 

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?” he nods, and lets you pick him up, so you can get the two of you cleaned up. 

-

It’s not unusual for you to wake up in the middle of night in desperate need of a glass of water. It happens more often these days, because you’re emptying your bladder (and filling it) more than usual. 

Tonight, you see the light in Lucifer’s study on your way back from the kitchen. You gravitate towards it like a moth to a flame. Lucifer’s head snaps up when you enter the room, sighing when he sees it’s just you and not one of his brothers. 

“You should be in bed,” you recommend. Lucifer lets out a tired laugh, 

“I’ve got too much to do,” he explains, like that’s a valid excuse. You get straight to the point with him, ending up next to his desk chair with a couple of strides. 

Lucifer looks up at you, perplexed by what you’re doing. You’ve gotten very comfortable with what you’re about to do, and without an ounce of shame, you pull down your sleep pants and take out your cock. A soft noise comes from Lucifer at the sight of you, his eyes flickering from it to your face, then back down again. 

Since you’ve done this many times now, you are able to relieve yourself with ease; the glass of water from earlier helps. 

As soon as your pee hits his body Lucifer gasps softly, then moans– an even more quiet sound– and he too, involuntarily, wets himself on his desk chair. 

Once your stream ends, you shake yourself off, and tuck yourself back into your pants. 

“Bed now?” you prompt, your voice low and soothing. Lucifer nods,

“Yes, alright,” he slowly stands, on shaky legs. You help him up, winding an arm around his waist. Lucifer leans into your touch, so much more pliant than you’ve ever seen him before, docile and malleable for you. 

“I’ll clean up your office tomorrow,” you promise as you lead him to his bedroom. “First though,” you lean in, kissing his neck gently, and smiling when he chirps happily from the action, “let me clean you up.”

-

Rather than needing to be put in his place, Asmodeous is the one who approaches you. He knocks on your door, and when you give him the go ahead to come in, he practically bounces into your room. Flopping on your bed with a delighted grin, he makes himself comfortable next to you.

“A little birdy told me you figured out how our hierarchy works,” he hums, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. You laugh, wondering who must have told him.

“I suppose I did,” you confirm, already getting a sense of where this conversation may be headed. Asmo’s grin widens,

“It was sooo weird when you were all clueless. Kind of cute, but kind of annoying,” he giggles. There’s a moment of silence between the two of you, then Asmo giggles again, and a light blush dusts his cheeks. 

“Did you want me to make it up to you?” you ask, because it seems like he doesn’t have the words for what he wants yet. “Now that I know better?” Asmo beams, delighted that you’re already taking the lead,

“Yes!” he reaches out to clutch onto your shirt, “oh yes! Please?” you smile, because he looks too cute laying on your bed, all excited and willing.

You slowly pull the hem of your pants down, just enough to free your cock. Asmo whines at the sight of it, squirming a bit, and rubbing his legs together. You then pull down his pants, and tuck yourself inside, to make sure he’ll get really wet. 

Asmo trills, clinging to you tighter, writhing with anticipation. You almost want to make him wait longer, but he’s already been so brave and good, coming to you and asking so sweetly. When you start to pee, Asmo moans openly, nuzzling his face into your neck. He starts licking at your pulse point when he too wets himself. Your bed is going to be a mess, but that’s the least of your cares right now.

“Thank you, thank you,” Asmo murmurs softly, tickling you as his lips move against your neck. 

You run your fingers through his hair gently, “we have to get cleaned up,” you remind him softly. Asmo whines,

“Okaaay,” he relents, because he couldn’t possibly deny you after all that. Laughing lightly, you take yourself out of his pants,

“I’m surprised you’d want to sit in this cold, wet, mess.” Asmo huffs, unlatching himself from you just enough for him to look at you properly.

“It doesn’t bother me, I literally asked for it,” you laugh again, because he’s right. And you think he might be asking for it a lot now that he’s had a taste of it.

-

Having to assert dominance over Beelzebub was honestly unprecedented. He is really so easy going and submissive for you a majority of the time. It shocked you when he huffed and shook his head when you kindly requested if he went grocery shopping with you.

“What,” you pause, shaking your head a bit, and smiling at how silly he’s being, “what was that?”

“I don’t wanna go help you,” he huffs, but he’s looking at you like it’s killing him to deny you. You smile to yourself as it clicks that you know exactly what it is that he wants. 

“Ah,” you step into his personal space and Beel can’t help but smile, squeezing his fists into balls, then releasing them as energy courses through his body. 

You unzip your pants, pulling yourself out of them, as you’ve now done so many times before. He’s already purring, looking at your cock longingly, waiting patiently for what is to come. 

Beel doesn’t have to wait for long. Your piss comes, and Beel’s hands reach out to touch your stream. He practically falls into you, knocking his head against your shoulder, still so consumed with watching you.

“Oh Beel,” you coo softly when he begins to wet himself as well. You reach a hand up to pet his head affectionately. 

He brings his wet fingers up to his mouth, sucking your pee off of them. 

“Thank you,” he mumbles from around his fingers, as soon as he finishes. “Feels good,” he hums, rubbing his thighs together. 

“I’ll bet it does,” you hum, kissing his skin lovingly. There’s a moment of comfortable quiet between the two of you before he breaks it by saying,

“Let me change, and I’ll come with you.” You laugh, kissing him again,

“Good boy,” you praise, and smack his ass gently when he turns to leave. 

You can tell by the way that the tips of his ears burn a bright red that he’s smiling to himself as he leaves. 

[that-gay-gal]

Fuck it im posting this now

MORE FANART FOR PUPPET TIGHTLY STRUNG ON AO3 TEEHEE

Or more specifically the sequel fic “Noose loosely wound”, and more more specifically one particular scene from chapter 2 of said sequel

giggles in the 2012 turtles are so hard to draw

Where did the lid to the box go?

Erm, how about where did your dad go when he went to get milk

I’m so sorry I just saw the opportunity and I had to take it I didn’t mean it NO DONT LEAVE ME PLEASE- /lhj

The author is @raphaelesbian on tumblr or clairakitty on ao3

I’m the most sane fan ever amiright

[sludgeguzzler]

Got tagged by @web-catz to drop 5 songs I'm really into rn! Thank you sm for the tag, here they areeee!!

• Serial thrilla - the prodigy -> I've been really into fat of the land lately and this one has been making my brain meltttt I love it sm (out of space is a good one too)

• Burn the witch - Radiohead -> I love this song so much. I think that moon shaped pool might be my favorite album from them, along with OKC. This song is soo sosososobrsbvdbamandbakdkqb

• Jaded - Aerosmith -> HEY. J J JADED. For real though this song is so good I love listening to it. Don't have much to say about it dhajd I just like it

• True love waits - Radiohead -> another one from msp teehee.... Wanted to put this one separately bc im So Normal. And So Sane

• Carne e osso - Picassos falsos -> Brazilian music jumpscareee I love this song so much it makes me want to eat concrete. It's not even that good or original, i don't know why it captivates me so much

Anyways yeah that's about it!! I hope someone takes the time to listen to them fbakfbak they're all really good, I promise :33

I'm gonna tag uuuujhhhhhhmmmmm @charliesinfern0 @thatlesbiancrow @mrpsychokiller @yaoiboypussy @origamiyoda and @solluxander !! If any other mutuals want to partake in this as well, consider yourself tagged too :]]]] I mean it

[babybratzmaraj]

Fairytale Part 2: unappreciated

Starring: Yourrage as Javion Davis

You as Yourself

Summary: After a week of being a assistant for Javion, you weren’t shit but exhausted, you just might’ve reached your breaking point. Until…

Warnings: contains foul language, dual povs, sexual content, drug and alcohol use (teehee) brief arguments (and by argument its just {REDACTED}

A/N: brainrot! im loving this series suarrr much, this is the chapter i said we will be whores on but IT WILL BURN SLOWLY AFTER THIS😭 my mind went other places, hope you enjoy this one, like comment n reblog fa mo!

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair

You had your AirPods on blasting your usual playlist, Slow Down by Bobby V. had your hips swaying like Ava from Abbott Elementary

💫Slow down, I just wanna get to know you. But don't turn around, 'Cause that pretty round thing looks good to me. Slow down, Never seen anything so lovely Now turn around And bless me with your beauty, cutie💫

You had Jay’s stream on your iPad while your music played off your phone, tapping on the right one in your ear to pause your music, you tuned in to hear his stream. He was reacting to Like That by Metro Boomin, Future, and Kendrick Lamar, and man did he love it, you heard his screams of excitement from the kitchen, you resumed your music, glad one of yall were having a good week.

It hasn’t been a full week and you were stressed the fuck out, and he did not make it better not one bit. Most days were sane and stable because Shanae was there, but on the days she had to go see her OB/GYN? felt like a badass kid in a store. The responses grew colder, he did not listen and he avoided you every chance he got, if it wasn't for the dispensary G hooked you up on, you would have been lost your shit.

You took a hit of your pen and tucked it back in your bra, washing the dishes that were left in the sink by the residents of the house.

Call it your inner mama, but cleaning with some nice music always destressed you, the dishes piled up more since you got here and it’s been bugging you every time you ask him to wash them and he completely ignores you. You reached your breaking point but you refuse to back down now, mama ain't raise no bitch!

You paused your music just in time to listen to Javion give his opinion on the song: “I fuck with all parties involved, but Drake ain’t gone do shit, Cole waiting to drop his response because we know that nigga strategic with his shit. Actually, My nigga Cole caught a stray if you think about it.”

“On god he did! My nigga Jermaine ain't do shit!” you yelled at the screen as if he could hear you, which he and his chat did.

“‘Who the fuck was that?’ Yo mama. I was banging her and she making me breakfast as we speak nigga.” He clapped back at a commenter, making you chuckle.

You felt somewhat happy that he took your defense in a way, even after all of these days he's been ignoring you, you take what you can get from the little shit.

You ignored the rest of the stream as you resumed your music again, returning your focus to the dishes still in the sink, putting some elbow grease into these dishes.

He put his stream on a commercial break to stretch his legs, thinking of a nice but not too-nice way to tell you to keep it down. Javion didn’t inform his followers that he would be having a new assistant/manager, so as of right now, you were a private residence.

He walked out of his room to hear pots and pans and plates clanging around, growing more concerned about what you were doing.

Jogging down the stairs, the closer he got, the more he realized you were doing the dishes, the smell of green apple dawn dish soap and bleach smacking his nostrils.

“Damn!” He shouted fanning his nose, “Smell like you down here cleaning a murder scene.” His comment fell on ghost’s ears as he couldn’t see your airpods.

He shook his head as he examined his newly washed dishes, he hadn’t seen any of these plates in weeks, so he picked up one to see his reflection with no problem.

“OH bashota,” he heard you breathe, turning his head to see you leaning forward clenching your heart. “Youn know how to make yourself known?” you questioned him while tapping your chest, “Giving a nigga heart palpitations.”

“I said some ‘bout a murder scene, you ain't hear that?” He sat the plate down on the sink, staring directly into your eyes.

You threw a face at him before removing an airpod, his eyebrows raising from realization. “My bad, didn’t know you was listening to something.”

“I’s forgives you massa, I’ll keeps it down.” you joked, making him smile a bit showing you his pearly whites.

“Thank you. save that pretty voice for the party tonight.” he softly hit your shoulder before turning around and walking back up the stairs.

Shit. With all the management shit and runarounds and cleaning you've been doing, you completely forgot about the party in a few hours for his 100k subscribers that he hit two days into your stay and he had to celebrate it, by throwing a house party.

You stared at the outfit you had on the bed, still trying to figure out if you were going to hide yourself in your room or force yourself to be the social butterfly you wished you were.

You bit the corner of your bottom lip, staring at your phone and then the fit. Sighing a big irked sigh, you facetimed your best friend, praying that she answered the phone.

The phone swooped and there was Megan, propping her phone on the counter chopping up onions, “What’s it to ya toots?”

“Fashion meeting pretty princess.” You propped your phone on the nightstand.

“At your service Bunny boo, what's the problem?”

“My outfit for this damn party tonight,” you rubbed your temple, “I’m afraid it's too boring.”

“Throw it on and let me decipher,” she asked politely.

You took off your hoodie and basketball shorts for the planned-out outfit, you tipped your glasses up the bridge of your nose and zipped up the jacket before stepping back into the frame.

She gave you a look before tossing the diced onions in a bowl, “Bitch don’t piss me off, I like this fit.”

“You do?” you gave yourself a once over, snapping your neck around to the mirror behind you.

“Yes, Plus who gives a fuck what the fuck you look like? It’s not they problem nor job to deal with it.” she said waving the knife around, “And if they gotta mu’fuckin problem widdit, tell 'em to give you some money!”

“Money makes the world go around.”

“All around town.” she finished, dragging all of her words making you both giggle.

“What are you even making? cutting up veggies n shit like you Gordan Ramsey.”

“I'm making me some breakfast.” she answered, pouring the egg mixture into the skillet.

“It’s 7:48 pm.” You reminded her, causing her head to jerk to the side.

“Mother if you don’t get off my phone! I is a grown-up!”

“A grown-up who probably left a piece of shell in the eggs.”

“Bye Felicia!” she hung up the phone, probably proving your point.

You chuckled and grabbed your phone, walking out of your room to hear Shanae and G having their usual bickering session, because, of course, he didn’t get the other chicken option.

You laughed to yourself, prepping your mind to tell your boss he needs to start getting ready and head downstairs. ‘Hey Jay, get ya clothes on, party starts in 10’. You rehearsed multiple times approaching his door.

You fuckin hated talking to him, not because he’s a bad person, he's great with others but shit with you, you just couldn’t understand why the fuck he resents you so much.

Kicking your nerves in the ass, you opened the door to him fully dressed and ready for the party, his room smelling like nothing but toothpaste and cologne fresh off of a Macy's commercial. “What?”

“I see you ready, so you gotta head downstairs in 5 minutes to help them with how you want everything.”

“They know how I like shit, they don’t need me or you,” He shot at you, your heart dropping into your stomach.

The way he spat his response just made you tear up, the coldness making you anxiously hot.

“Ok but still,”

“But still nothing, they don’t need me. You dismissed.” He waved you off, heating your face up to the point hell couldn’t even compete with you.

“You know the fuck what,” you finally snapped, having enough of his shit. “You wanna act like a fuckin’ female? Be my fuckin’ guest, but you ain't finna snap on me like I’m some fuckin pussy ass bitch.”

The weight that came off your shoulders was so relieving, but you weren’t done. “After this fuckin party? I QUIT! I won’t be your assistant, We both can enjoy this party, I’ll go home after. Everyone Wins! So fuck you, Jay.”

You slammed the door walking down the stairs to Shanae and Gerald's eyes bugged out like they just walked in on two people doing drugs. “Let’s go get that chicken G.” You insisted, after all, it was your last day being an assistant to this household.

You walked out of the house into the Dallas heat and it distracted you from the tears that came, your face becoming sticky and wet from the salty tears. “You Good?” G asked, placing his hand on your shoulder. “Just ready to enjoy my time.”

You stood in the corner with a red cup with your drink and a blunt intertwined with your fingers. You didn’t smoke anything besides a pen inside the house out of respect but that went out the window, plus other niggas were doing it too so boohoo.

You bopped your head to the music, You hired a DJ but you gave him some songs to play and you smiled when the song you chose played, happily sipping on your drink.

Shanae waved you over to the food table with two freshly manicured fingers mouthing something to you but you couldn’t make out what, you were a little crossfaded with the music blasting right in your ear.

After the blowup you had, You and G went shopping for drinks and you took it as a chance to buy some Russian Cream Backwoods, almost fighting G who battled with you to pay for your stuff, he won the battle when he sipped the cashier his card when you went to get other snacks.

You took one long last inhale before putting out your blunt, exhaling, you put your blunt behind your ear like a pencil.

She pulled you into a hug, rocking you both side to side, “I know he being an asshole love,” She said a little louder to compete with the music. “Do not let him fuck up your mood, enjoy this party and enjoy your time.” she broke the hug to rub your arms with her thumbs, “We will talk about this in the morning when we had enough rest and everyone is calmer.”

You smiled to hide the fact you were almost brought to tears. You had been brought to tears at the fact that someone didn’t see you as the villain, that you weren’t automatically the bad guy for standing up for yourself.

You mouthed her a sweet thank you and returned her hug with a sweeter one. “I have to use the bathroom, I’ll be back down in 10 minutes.”

She nodded and pointed to the one upstairs. The bottom one was for the guest and the residents used the upstairs one, you were glad she reminded you because you were crossfaded as fuck.

You sat down your cup and grooved up the stairs walking past your room which you locked. Glad you did, not because of people, just to keep you calm and not have one of those paranoid highs.

You finally reached the bathroom and closed the door behind you, staring at yourself in the mirror, you finally let everything out. The tears, the little curses turned into sounds of tiny wails of exhaustion, and your legs buckled but you found the support of the sink keeping you up and your feet grounded, everything you had kept from this week was coming out and it felt fuckin amazing.

You breathed short breaths until your breathing regulated, wishing you had your cup with you to drown out your sadness, you just had a blunt behind your ears which you forgot about till now.

The door opened and you quickly turned towards the wall that faced away from the door, not letting who even walked in see you weak, you hated that shit.

“You crying?” Javion asked, sounding genuinely concerned, which had you stuck. He never sounded like that towards you, which made you cry harder.

You yelped as you felt his hands pick you up as if you were as light as a baby and set you on the sink, his deep brown eyes searching for something in yours. You both were silent. No words, no movement, not even someone else to ruin the moment, just words being exchanged through eyes and all you could see were apologies and worriment.

He cupped your face in his big soft hands, rubbing away your tears with his thumb. “I’m sorry. I’m so fuckin’ sorry.” he repeated his apologies, resting his head on yours.

He wrapped his muscular arms around you as he sunk his head into the crook of your neck, rocking you both side to side, and you finally saw what you've been yearning for, been wanting to experience from him, been craving for him to be towards you, caring and loving.

“Please don’t leave, I didn’t mean it.” he begged

“You can just treat me like shit and just expect me to stay loving,” you managed to say through your tears, choking up on your words. “Breathe then speak.” He rubbed your back slowly, giving small pats in between.

You finally returned his hug, throwing your arms around his neck. You felt at ease, relieved that you two were not enemies anymore, happy that you two were having a moment, a moment you two can look back at and smile at.

He broke the hug and returned his gaze to yours, his eyes now not as heavy as before. You smiled at his face, feeling your face heated up. You felt like you were on a cloud, a goddess looking at her perfectly built god, his smile growing wider than yours, felt like you were dreaming this whole thing. “Am I dreaming?”

“This ain’t a mu’fuckin’ dream.” He smiled, locking the door beside him. You caught him looking at your lips while he licked his, “Do sum,” and he did, crashing his lips onto yours. You tasted his cherry chapstick on your mango lip gloss with a hint of Tequila. he removed your gray jacket and tossed it on the floor, returning his arms back around your body.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the weed, but what you did know? you were kissing your boss and you didn’t give a fuck, guilt can settle in tomorrow morning.

The attraction you had for him before you took this position all came rushing back, the days you’d wish you can just see what he felt inside of you just made your pussy flutter, his voice was the cherry on top, you just knew he could talk you through it.

“Stay with me,” He spoke between kisses, picking you up off the sink making you tighten your grip around his neck.

“Jay!” You shrieked, grabbing onto him and he chuckled, pissing you off a little.

It ticked you but made you happier than a kid in a candy store that he was able to pick you up, you've been a big girl all your life and we’re jealous that you weren’t going able to experience shit skinny girls do, but Javion debunked your insecurities by carrying you to his room, closing the door with his foot and locking it.

He set you on the bed, standing back up to remove his beige satin pants while you removed yours, thanking god you didn’t wear granny panties tonight.

Smiling at each other with lust-filled glares, he returned on top of you, placing kisses on your neck while he slowly pressed his bulge against your wetness. “Don’t leave me,” He moaned onto your neck, hooking your legs on his shoulders as he dragged you to the edge of the bed, continuing his steady pace.

His gold chain dangled in your face as he rocked his hips into you, your moans filled the air and covered the room corner to corner, wall to wall, he just felt amazing, making you wonder what the real thing would be like.

“Fuck,” you moaned grabbing the back of your legs while he leaned in between your legs, giving you lazy sloppy kisses, his tongue desperately searching for yours.

Without breaking the kiss, he flipped you two over so that you were now on top, he laid his back down on the bed so that now you were in control, and that was all that you needed.

You rested your hands on his chest to steady yourself, breathing a shaky breath, you rocked your hips in a circle, feeling his member press into your wet entrance which boosted the little demon that sat on your right shoulder.

“Use me,” He growled, “Use me like the good little whore you are.” and you did, quickening your pace almost spelling words on his thick member.

“Fuckkk,” You both hissed in unison, his hand repeatedly smacking your ass leaving pleasurable stings of pain on each cheek when you felt something form in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m finna cum, baby girl.” He gripped your hips and moved your lower half with his to match his pace, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, “Use me,” you threw back at him.

He moaned lowly, searching for your hands as he intertwined his fingers with yours. You rested your head on his chest as your legs started to shake uncontrollably, moaning into each other's ears as he rutted into you through each other's orgasms.

“Ou, Fuck!” you shook for a few minutes until you went completely numb, twitching whenever you felt him twitch as well.

The room that was once filled with moans was silent, with nothing but asymmetrical breathing and the bass from the music down below, you giggled loosely as he rubbed your back to bring you back to reality.

You couldn’t lie, that was the best sex-but-not-actual-sex you had in a while, didn’t even think you could do all of that but you did, and it felt good as fuck, even if it was with your boss.

You two stayed in the same position for however many minutes passed by, his chest rising and falling underneath you.

“You good?” he asked, checking his Apple watch.

“I am now.”

“Good, because I was due for a speech 20 minutes ago.” he swiftly reminded you that there was a party going on downstairs.

“SHIT!” you jumped off him and scurred to find your pants, sobering up little by little. “Why didn’t you say shit?”

“They coulda waited, they waited this much.” he smirked, raising up to pull his pants to his knees.

“Besides the point! An assistant is supposed to keep you on trac- Where is my jacket?”

“In the bathroom.”

“See! This is why I need to get sat in a corner.” you sighed before rushing out of the room to the bathroom.

He calmly walked down the stairs, immediately getting dragged by Shanae to the party area, “I’m kick yo fuckin ass, you better give this speech and hope ion kick yo skinny scrawny ass into the next eclipse.” She threatened with a smile on her face like she did this shit one too many times, and she did, it’ll be your turn soon.

She scooted him into the living room and signaled to the DJ to tone down the music, as the DJ obliged, he passed off the microphone to Jay, his smile waved across his face as he tried to find some words.

“Ian gone lie, I don’t know what the fuck to say,” The room erupted in laughter, it was very on brand for him to just blurt shit, one of the things that made him relatable and loved.

“I do want to thank the folks who followed me, this whole shit wouldn’t have even been possible without y’all. My mama, for believing in a nigga, and not kickin’ my ass out.” he nervously chuckled. “Her brother, My uncle. He ain't a man of many words, just don’t give that nigga a Budweiser and we good!” He joked with scattered laughter as a reaction. “My best friend, who I owe my whole career to,”

He zoned out until he met with your eyes, fighting a smile which he ended up losing very badly while waving you over. “And to my new assistant, who I can’t wait to share many memories with and hopefully won’t leave my ass with the coyotes.” The room stared at you along with him and gave you an applause, mouthing the words ‘We forever.’ while nobody was looking at him.

He watched you slowly approach him, shyly waving at the applauding audience. As you reached the spot next to him, he threw his arm around you, scooting you closer to him you could almost taste the cologne he reapplied before walking back down into the party.

“Thank you all, please, enjoy yall selves for the rest of the party, and don't fuck up my shit.” he ended, setting the mic on the DJ booth, scooping you away from the people of the party, away from the attention that could be drawn to you two.

“You good?” He asked, facing you towards him with his back to the crowd.

“I’m horny, high, and ready to sleep, what do you think I am?”

“One of my elite employees!” he jokingly smiled making you burst out of laughter, not caring if anyone heard you at this point. “They still want this meeting tomorrow, do you still want to go through with it?” He checked in on you, reminding you of your blowup which you wish you didn’t have, but if you didn’t, none of this would be happening.

“Yes, we just have to set shit straight, no bullshit, just gonna get it over with, and man you look sexy in this lighting,” you confessed, a chuckle leaving both of yall’s lips. “Go enjoy yourself, you can have a piece of me in the morning.” he rubbed your back, smiling at you, closing your eyes while you licked your lips.

“I’ma go get some punch, I’ll see you around boss.” you tapped his chest as you walked away, not turning around as he stared holes in each spot of your body. He shook his head and smiled, he was ready for what adventure god would throw at him, as long as you were by his side.