#thank you for specifying you are not mad at me because i was already like 👁️💧👄💧👁️

[terrible-child-tournament]

i am SO mad that jason falsettos made it in and orel puppington didnt. jason can be a little brat but only in a normal way. orel literally started a zombie apocalypse AND a prostitution ring, impregnated several women without their consent, bathed in virgin blood, got addicted to crack, drank his own pee & sold it to his friends as a sports drink, got his dick pierced, took an old woman off life support, beat up both his parents (which they deserved tbh), broke all ten commandments on purpose, was briefly an alcoholic and a masochist, got eggs banned, brought a loaded gun to school, racially segregated his town, and TRIED TO KILL HIS NEWBORN BROTHER.

i want to be clear, i'm not mad at you. i'm running 3 polls at once. i get it. what i'm mad about is that not enough ppl have watched moral orel

sorry anon if we have a second tournament i'll make sure he gets in

[devildom-moss]

October poll story

Barbatos - Monster kink

(Barbatos x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (top!Barbatos / bottom!MC) (NSFW tags: monster!Barbatos - non-canon/enhanced demonic features including increased greed and lust, claws, sharp teeth, forked tongue that matches his tail, bigger tail, and bigger "tail"; sex involving magic; no specified sex organs for MC; oral - receiving; penetration - receiving; tail penetration; double stuffed by one man - tail and penis penetration simultaneously; technically masturbation; mild bloodplay, mild primal play; begging; multiple orgasms; seriously judging myself at this point CNC - Somno; mild temperature play; implied being used as a human sex toy; no lube - but tail is naturally wet, so mostly no lube; no condom; overstim - receiving; creampie; mentions of very trusting sex)

(other tags: Plot heavy - in the first half, then it basically all erotica, everyone is annoyed with Solomon poor guy kinda?)

Word Count: +4,600 new longest fic for me?

When you heard that Diavolo was going on an overnight trip without Barbatos, you knew you had to go to the castle and get as much alone time as you could with your favorite butler. Considering that Diavolo was also being left in Lucifer’s very capable hands during the trip, you figured Barbatos wouldn’t be in the anxious state that typically overcame him when Lord Diavolo wasn’t under his close watch. So, when you turned up unannounced at the castle that morning only for Little D. no. 2 to answer the door, something seemed off. You tried not to worry, though. Barbatos was probably preoccupied with one of his many tasks.

“Well, if it isn’t Number 2, how are you doing today?” You smiled and patted his head.

“MC! I’m so happy to see you! Are you here to visit Mr. Barbatos? Ooh, I wonder if he’ll come out of his room for you. No one has seen him at all this morning, and when I knocked on his door to check for him, I heard this weird noise before he asked me to leave him alone. Can you believe that? Well, I thought maybe he wasn’t feeling good, so I brought him some tea – now, it wasn’t anywhere near as good as the tea he makes, but when I brought it, he told me that it wasn’t necessary. I left it at the door, but guess what? When I checked back, the tea was cold and untouched. I don’t know what to do, and I didn’t want to call anyone yet because that seems like something Mr. Barbatos would get mad at me for, but since you’re already here, maybe you could check on him and make sure he’s okay.” The monologue recounting this morning’s events spilled from Number 2’s mouth quickly and with no room for interruption.

Without much thought, you had followed Number 2 in the direction of Barbatos’s room – some attempt to physically follow along with his story as your brain processed the information. You let the words absorb into your mind, fishing for a relevant question. It was already past 10AM. Barbatos was always up and about by now. “Did he sound sick?”

“Can’t say. If not sick, he definitely sounded strange – like he was talking with his mouth half-full or something.” Number 2 hummed and tilted his head to the side. “Or, you know how when you bite your tongue or burn it on your soup because it smells too good not to eat it right away – even though Mr. Barbatos warned you to be careful and let it cool?”

“Sure.” You shook your head and stared down the hall. Barbatos’s room was just a few doors down.

“Anyway, I think something is wrong, so I’d really appreciate it if you could look out for Mr. Barbatos. If he really is sick, you’ll take care of him, right?”

“I’d be happy to.”

“Great.” Little D. no. 2 stopped in front of Barbatos’s door and turned around to face you. “I’ll leave it to you. I’m sure the rest of us can find a way to keep the castle running while you tend to Mr. Barbatos, so don’t worry about anything else!”

“Thank you, Number 2. You’re so reliable.” You could tell how worried and eager to help he was. Number 2 nodded and left you outside of Barbatos’s door. You stood there silently for a second, listening for any strange noises or coughs, before gently knocking. “Barbatos, it’s me. Can I come in?”

“MC?” Your name was quiet and muffled.

“Barbatos? I’m going to enter, alright?”

“Wait. I –” he started to protest in an unusually slurred speech, but it was too late. You had already opened the door.

Barbatos’s eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of his bedroom. He had backed himself against the nearest wall. His typically gloved hands were bare, revealing sharp, claw-like nails. One of those hands shot up over his mouth. You heard his tail thump against the wall a few times before he grabbed it with his free hand, stilling its aggravated motions.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him cautiously. He looked different – more demonic than usual.

“Solomon,” Barbatos responded with his hand still over his mouth, only exacerbating his strange enunciation. He was frozen in place.

Of course. You sighed and shut your eyes. What did he do this time? You closed the door behind you and took a few steps into the room. Barbatos eyed you with every move – even as you reached into your pocket to pull out your D.D.D.

“I’ll call him, okay?”

You waited for the phone to ring once before you put it on speaker. Solomon picked up in seconds. “MC, my adorable apprentice, what can I do for you?”

“What the fuck did you do to Barbatos?” you asked him aggressively.

“What do you mean?”

“Something’s wrong with him, and he said it’s your fault.” Technically, that was a bit of a jump considering the facts you had at hand, but it was a logical conclusion.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“Let’s see, slightly glowing eyes and the sudden appearance of claws to start. And – if you don’t mind me adding, Barbatos – his tail looks bigger than before.”

“His tail . . .is bigger?”

“Longer. Thicker. Girthier. Do you need more adjectives?”

“Just his tail?”

“For fucks sake. I didn’t strip him down and give him a full body exam.”

Solomon hummed. “Anything else?”

“He sounds weird – like he has a lisp.” You glanced over at Barbatos, whose cheeks had grown pinker since the beginning of the call. He dropped his hand slowly and opened his mouth, revealing sharp teeth and a long, forked tongue that looked like his tail. A shiver shot down your spine, and you let out a shaky breath before adding, “that’s new.”

“What’s new?” Solomon asked, unable to disguise his intrigue.

“Sharp teeth and a forked tongue.”

You heard a breezy laugh on the other end of the line. “So, good news: I figured out what happened. I accidentally swapped the magical tea blend I made for Barbatos with the one I made for Asmodeus. Oops.”

“Oops?” You sighed while Barbatos let out a low, guttural growl.

“Asmo asked me for a tea to enhance some of his more demonic features for a photoshoot. It seems Barbatos got Asmo’s tea, so Asmo – oh, speak of the devil. He’s calling.”

“Add him to our call.” You looked over at Barbatos, wishing you could apologize for Solomon’s behavior silently.

“What gives, Solomon? Your tea was a total flop. I tested it as soon as I got up this morning. I wanted to check out my enhanced demon features before the shoot tomorrow – maybe indulge in them a bit on my own. Nothing has happened. You promised quick results. I’m still my same, gorgeous self, and all your stupid potion did was give me the urge to organize all of my make-up and tidy half of my closet. I was really depending on you to come through for me here.” Asmo complained, clearly annoyed by Solomon’s failure.

“You basically made Adderall tea for Barbatos?” you asked, staring between Barbatos and your phone.

“Barbatos?” Asmo questioned. “Also, hey, MC~! Are you calling to yell at Solomon, too?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” You nodded.

“Can I speak?” Solomon added quickly, coming to his own defense since no one else was going to. “First, Barbatos asked for something to soothe him and enhance productivity so he could make good use of his day without Diavolo. Second, we had a little mix up, Asmo –”

“ – we?” you interrupted.

“Okay, I had a mix up. You have the blend I made for Barbatos. Barbatos took some of yours. MC is with him now.”

“Ooh. Enhanced demon form Barbatos sounds sexy. Does he look sexy, MC?” Asmo cooed.

“Focus, Asmo,” you responded, too embarrassed to admit the truth. Well, the truth other than that Solomon clearly sucked at making magical Adderall.

“Asmo. I have plenty of the magical blend I made for you left over. I’ll bring it by in a bit, alright? Will that resolve everything on your end?” Solomon’s voice sounded sweet, but there was a grave calmness to it.

“Yes.”

“Then hang up and wait for me, please.” Asmo did as Solomon asked, leaving the sorcerer to clean up the rest of his mess. “As for you and Barbatos, MC, I’m afraid there isn’t much I can do to reverse the effects. Depending on how much he drank, it should wear off anywhere within a few minutes to a full day. Until then, I suggest you leave Barbatos alone. All of his demonic senses are heightened – that includes his urges. He may be dangerous to be around until the effects clear up.”

You looked at Barbatos. His glowing eyes were wide and damp, and his gaze hadn’t left you once during the entire call; even when you looked away, you could feel him staring. His knuckles were white from gripping his tail so tightly. He was even trembling slightly. “No. I’m sorry. I can’t do that. He looks miserable like this. I’m not leaving him. It’ll be fine, just trust me.”

“MC.” Solomon wanted to warn you against it again, but there was no use in arguing with you. “Be careful and call me if you need me.”

“Alright, and Solomon? Learn how to label your shit.” You said it sweetly, but he knew you were livid.

“Sorry! Don’t be mad.”

You hung up the phone and returned your attention to Barbatos. He backed away, pressing his shoulders flush against the wall, as you approached him. It was hard to believe that this was a more demonic version of Barbatos. He seemed so timid and scared. Slowly, you reached your hand out to smooth his hair down. His low growl echoed off the walls like there was thunder muffled inside his chest.

Barbatos gulped and opened his mouth to speak, showing you a glimpse of those magic-sharpened teeth and that tongue – now forked and dyed black and aqua. Overcome by a sudden shyness about his new state, Barbatos covered his mouth again to speak. His breath was unsteady, and his words were quiet. “You should go.”

“But you look miserable. Isn’t there something I can do to help?”

Barbatos dropped his hand, and his gaze followed, landing on the floor. “Help? Please don’t tempt me when I’m like this. I’ve been holding back since you walked into that door – since I first caught your scent from down the hall, if I’m honest.”

You inched closer, testing the waters – testing his control before you cupped his cheeks in your hands and searched his face. When you finally caught his gaze, you realized up-close how unusually terrified he was. You’d never seen him like this, and it only made you want to protect him more – to soothe the fear this spell had pulled from him. Barbatos bit his lip, and for a second you worried he might draw blood, but he didn’t.

“Please,” Barbatos begged with a shaky exhale. You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, hoping to ease his mind. “Don’t touch me any further. I’ll only want more. I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Greed. That was his innate sin. You knew that, and it had never been a concern – even when he lost control. There was always a spark of fear – worry on the lighter days – in his eyes when you caused his composure to faulter. It flashed like lightning. Sometimes, you had to wonder if you had seen anything at all or if your eyes – if his eyes – were playing tricks on you.

The love Barbatos offered was a love that said, “I would like to cherish you always. I will treat you sweetly, and if I must be rough, it will be thoughtful and restrained.” He had never pushed your limits – never even toed the line – unless you asked him to. Now, he was warning you that he did not know his own limits. A dark, selfish, possessive need in him threatened to take everything you would offer him and then some. Barbatos was pleading with you to turn him down, to not indulge him. This was your last chance, and you knew it. All his willpower, reduced into one last-ditch effort to dissuade your trust in him – a final, feeble, “please.”

When you brought your lips to his, it was over. Until that potion wore off, he could indulge his greed until he was sick and bursting with sin; until every ounce of it had spilled over into you, you had committed to take it.

Barbatos wasted no time deepening the kiss. His forked tongue slithered into your mouth, wet and oddly cool compared to the heat of his breath. It wasn’t unpleasant; in fact, you felt a slight shame in how erotic you found this strange new sensation. His tongue entwined with yours like it had never done before. Barbatos also found himself aroused by his new abilities – even more so when you moaned for him. Eager to explore further, Barbatos plunged his tongue deeper down your throat until you could barely breathe. You felt seconds – millimeters – away from gagging on him and pressed against his chest, trying to break the kiss.

Barbatos pulled away, allowing your lungs to recover, but the desperation on his face was worse than ever. Panting and ravenous, he spoke in half-growls: “More. I need more.”

His impatience displayed itself in the way he stripped you of your clothes – reckless with buttons and balling the fabric up tightly in his hands. All the restraint he had went towards refraining from tearing your clothes to shreds. He needed access to more of your body, and with every bit of skin he revealed, Barbatos licked, sucked, and bit part of your exposed flesh.

The feeling of his cool tongue gliding up your forearm made you shiver. Barbatos sank his sharp teeth into your shoulder, breaking the skin and sending a tingling pain through your body. He soothed it by running his soft tongue over the bite mark in slow circles before he licked a trail up your neck, paving a path for him to place hickeys along. Time was lost to you between Barbatos sucking your neck and pawing at your naked body. The sensation of his claws gently scraping along your lower back left you arching into him.

When Barbatos was satisfied with his assault on your neck, he dropped to your chest, marking you and teasing your nipples between the prongs of his tongue. For someone who claimed to be unable to control himself, he sure was taking his sweet time building up your pleasure. If he hadn’t dipped between your legs when he did, you might have found yourself reduced to begging for him.

Barbatos took in the sight of how aroused he had gotten you. His breathing was labored, causing his chest and shoulders to heave. He had waited long enough. You felt his tail wrap around your thigh and pull you closer until you were right in front of his face. His warm breath primed your body for that first, slow, tender lick. Followed by another. Then, one more before his tongue was swirling circles around you. He sucked and licked you ravenously, moaning repeatedly into your body. Barbatos’s moaning was peppered with the occasional growl – reminding you, lest the lust caused you to forget, that Barbatos was an untethered beast.

He clawed up your thighs in the same ravenous manner. Claws sank into the flesh of your ass and thighs, scratching you and pulling you back against him whenever you had squirmed too far away for his liking. You couldn’t escape the constant barrage of stimulation and pleasure. Barbatos refused to stop until he pulled an orgasm out of you. Even then, he overstimulated your sensitive skin with a few teasing licks, cleaning up some of the mess he had made of you. Your knees buckled, but Barbatos got to his feet and pulled you close to support you.

You had not even caught your breath nor come down from your high before Barbatos was kissing you again. He slipped his cum-stained tongue back down your throat, ensuring that you tasted yourself. A low growl rumbled deep in Barbatos’s chest that shook you to your core. The storm had not passed. You weren’t even in the eye of it yet.

As Barbatos continued to kiss you, the familiar sensation of his tail wrapping around your thigh caught your attention. This time, instead of pulling you close, he pulled your legs apart. Had he not been holding you tight, you would have stumbled with the sudden jolt. The silky tips of his forked-tendril-like tail teased between your legs in gentle alternating strokes, occasionally lingering to cup you for a few seconds before the pressure slipped away. Barbatos was building you up all over again. You gripped his shoulders, simultaneously trying to ground and support yourself.

Despite the cloud of lust disorienting him, Barbatos recognized the signs of your weakness and dragged you towards his bed. Even as he pulled you across the room, his tail refused to stop teasing you and preparing you for what was to come. Barbatos had no sooner finally stopped kissing you when your back hit his mattress with a soft thud. Staring up at him, you saw a distorted image of the demon you adored. Maybe it was the enhanced demonic features and those glowing green eyes, or maybe it was the look on his face that told you he was not quite the same Barbatos. His hunger for you had never been this strong – perhaps it would never be this primal and ferocious again. Repressing any fear or hesitation, you wanted to revel in his uninhibited lust.

Fortunately, Barbatos’s tail had a natural wetness to it that aided in the insertion. He lacked the clarity and patience to apply lube before the tips of his tail squirmed into your body. Barbatos delighted in the way your face contorted in pleasure – how you bit your lip to hold back a moan. The prongs of his tail felt cool and soft as they stretched you out, applying pressure to the most sensitive places inside of you. You writhed under him, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to touch you more.

Barbatos scratched his claws gently down your ribs and towards your navel. He fucked deeper into you with his tail and applied slight pressure to your pelvis with his palm, stretching his fingers out above your stomach. Those claws loomed threateningly above your skin while his tail pumped in and out of you. You thought his tail had looked bigger than before, but now you could feel just how much thicker he was. However, you only had a few seconds to dwell on the size before the threat of claws came to fruition and dug into your stomach. The outermost layer of skin split for him, and five distinct pink marks appeared on your stomach; he nearly drew blood. You whined at the pain, but the way your back arched and your muscles tightened told Barbatos that you were in more pleasure than pain.

A brief flash of normalcy came when you heard Barbatos chuckle and saw his lips tug into a wicked smile. “Are you cumming again?”

The noises you were making as another wave of intense pleasure overtook you were the only response Barbatos needed. He was kind enough to slow the movements of his tail as you tried to bring yourself down. It wasn’t fair. Barbatos was making you feel incredible. You were supposed to be the one taking care of him, but there you were, stripped and writhing on your back. All the while, Barbatos was still fully clothed – barring the lack of his standard gloves which had already been removed prior to your arrival. You wanted to make him feel good too.

You reached out for his pants, trying to undo them so you could at least touch him, but Barbatos took hold of your hands and stopped you. “Please, let me focus on you for a bit longer. Please?”

There was no sweetness in his begging – only desperation. It was less of a plea and more of a demand. Refusal seemed off the table, even if you chose it, but you couldn’t. You could hardly refuse Barbatos when he said “please” under normal circumstances – and even less so when he stared at you with such wanton desire.

Barbatos entwined his fingers with yours and held your hands while he watched you come apart on his tail. The way you rolled your hips to get him to press the spot that left your mouth agape was so cute. If he had been gifted with more patience and less greed, Barbatos would have relished in the sight of you fucking yourself on his tail and using him – especially in the exhausted, fucked-out state you were in. Did you realize how flushed you were? Could you feel how hot your skin had become? Were you aware that you had scarcely stopped whimpering and moaning for him in the last few minutes?

“You’re taking it so well,” Barbatos cooed. His affectionate gaze held your attention, even as he pulled another intense wave of pleasure from you. Something about the dim glow of his eyes captivated you. “You’re doing such a good job for me, but can you keep it up?”

Barbatos slid his tail half-way out of you as he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed. He was trying to go back down on you, but with no opportunity to recover, you weren’t sure how much more you could take. You tugged his hair and stopped his lips and tongue from overstimulating you, earning a whine from him.

“Barbatos, I need you to fuck me now,” you demanded. You couldn’t take another round without at least making him cum once.

Barbatos savored that desperation in you – even if it was just a fraction of his own. He nuzzled your inner thigh playfully. “Just one more taste?”

“No.” You pulled his hair again and made him look at you. “I need it now.”

“Very well.” Barbatos pulled his tail out of you completely and got to his feet. For a second, the way he spoke was so calm that you believed the tea must have been wearing off. Those shining green eyes stayed fixed on your body as he removed his clothes, tossing them into a dark corner of the room. Perhaps the storm was showing signs of passing.

When Barbatos dropped his pants, you couldn’t keep your eyes off the bulge in his underwear and the damp stain, but he didn’t stay contained for long. He stripped fully, finally releasing his cock. He was so hard, and he dripped precum onto the floor. Your mouth watered. Well, if Solomon asked again, it wasn’t just Barbatos’s tail that was bigger than usual. However, you had already taken his tail; you could take this, too. You wanted it.

Your eyes glanced back up at Barbatos’s face as he aligned himself, rubbing his dick against your entrance. Those glowing eyes caught yours, stalling your breath. Even in the dim lighting, those eyes now seemed to be the darkest thing in the room. A low, satisfied growl escaped Barbatos – the last warning from a predator closing in on his prey. The storm was not over, you had merely found yourself in the eye of it for one brief, relenting moment.

He rocked his hips into you, relying on precum and the combined fluids from you and his tail to lubricate himself as he slowly pushed every inch he could get into you. You gasped. The sensation was so different from his tail – so much warmer, pulsating and throbbing inside of you. That initial slow thrust was for your benefit, but it was not intended to set his pace. Barbatos quickly picked up speed, transitioning into rapid, shallow thrusts that repeatedly rubbed against your walls. Still, he seemed to be focusing on maximizing your pleasure.

“I need more,” Barbatos warned you, but you were drowning in too much pleasure, moaning and panting beneath him, to register his warning.

Instead, you whimpered at the shock of Barbatos slipping his tail inside of you. The forked ends swirled around Barbatos’s cock as he continued fucking you, stimulating you both at the same time. It felt like thick, cool, squirming ridges around a hot, throbbing core. Not even an advanced toy could do this to you. But it wasn’t enough for him. Barbatos reached down between your legs to stimulate you further – somehow lucid enough to take care not to scratch you. His touch was light and gentle, contrasting his other insatiable actions, and making your head spin. It was all too much for you. You came again, tightening around Barbatos as you did. He kept fucking you through it.

A pleased moan escaped Barbatos, signaling that he was close. His hands slid up your body slowly, and then, without warning, he clawed down your sides and grabbed your hips. A stinging sensation immediately followed. He gripped your hips so firmly that his claws broke the skin as he forced himself so deep into you that it almost ached. Barbatos gave you a few more deep thrusts before he bottomed out and held you in place. He pumped his cum into the deepest parts of you, filling you up.

Barbatos lolled his head back with a sigh and a smirk. His chest heaved. It took you squirming against his pelvis for Barbatos to realize that he was still holding your hips up against him. He slid his cock out of you, released his tail’s grip around himself, and gently laid you back down.

You looked so blissful and exhausted, but Barbatos had just gotten started. Simply looking at your flushed face and heaving chest was making him hard again. He caressed your cheek; some of the blood he had drawn from clawing at your hips smeared onto your skin. Barbatos leaned down and licked up the mess. When your cheek was clean once more, Barbatos whispered into your ear, “I’m so sorry, lovely. I’m not done. Do I have your permission to keep going?”

His words floated around your hazy mind. You smiled at him affectionately with your eyes half-lidded and reached up to stroke his cheek. Exhaustion was overcoming you. “Yes. Take whatever you need until you feel better.”

“Even if you fall asleep?” Barbatos asked with some of the timidness from earlier.

“Even if I pass out. Even if it hurts. Even if I cry. Be as greedy as you have to be with me.” Maybe you were cum-drunk. Or maybe you just wanted to make Barbatos feel better. Either way, you resigned yourself to being used for the next few minutes or hours or days.

“Thank you, my love.” Barbatos kissed your cheek sweetly.

You watched the dim glow of his eyes dreamily, focusing on them until the rest of the room began to disappear. With your body spent, all you could do was whimper as you felt Barbatos enter you again. Even the pleasure began to dull as you let yourself slip further into the haze. His deep growls and panting were the last thing you heard as your mind fell silent.

Your last thought before a sweet dream swept over you was that, without a doubt, Barbatos would be a mix of grateful and apologetic when you woke up again.

In the morning, Barbatos would ensure you were hydrated, well-fed, and tended to. He would be an affectionate, doting butler for you. And then, someone would have a hefty price to pay.

A/N: I did not think this was going to end up so long, but please enjoy. I am worried I got a little too carried away here. . . but this was still the less deranged Barbatos monster kink idea. Anyway, requests are open and will be until the end of Nov. 5th. And I hope this one does something for some of you.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hey! May I make a request for Dazai? I would love to see him a flustered mess just because someone is taking care of him? Kind of like a mommy kink but somehow deeper? I don’t know, but I love your writing! Thank you for loving subs!!! 💚💚💚

Ahhh, thank you my dear, I’m glad you enjoy my works <33 since you didn’t specify on what exactly, I’ll only write the tension/ foreplay part

Dom!reader x sub!dazai - reader is gender neutral

Warning: teasing, a little body worship (from reader), praise kink (?), use of pet names

“Hey… no need to treat me like a princess alright?”

Dazai chuckled nervously, hiding his eagerness behind a calculated smile. He thought the two of you were finally getting into the mood, so he jumped onto the bed, waiting for you to devour him. Instead of getting what he expected, you started collecting the nearby pillows and putting them beneath him. One beneath his head, his neck and his waist. You tried your best to make it comfortable for the male, smiling gently as you reassured him, “I know you are strong, sweetie, I just want to treat you right.”

His arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer while you kissed his face. First the tip of his nose, then his cheeks. Each time you did so, he clenched his eyes, blushing slightly when he noticed your hands around his body. Dazai couldn’t resist the chance to tease you, scoffing in amusement, “Hah, you were acting so gentle but you are a pervert in reality, aren’t you?” He could feel your fingertips trace the outlines of his body, each nook and cranny has been caressed by your light touch. It tickled him, it made him feel tingles bloom wherever your skin made contact. As if fireworks exploded inside him, encouraging him to plead you for more.

“If it makes you happy, you can call me that.” You responded to his remarks, not letting it bother you as you kissed his neck. The feeling of your lips brushing along his jaw all the way to his Adam’s apple ended with him breathing heavily, fingers intertwined with his own ones, holding onto you as if you could disappear in any moment. “Stop it with the games, you’re making me impatient.” Dazai snarked again, now glaring at you through lustful eyes. You can’t just rile him up and do nothing, can you?

Instead of obeying his little tantrum there, you rested your hands on his hips for a moment. Rubbing your cheek against his tummy and kissing his bellybutton. He stared at you with needy eyes, almost on the verge of begging you to do more. Then you licked that area, causing him to jump and trash around slightly. “Hu-hmm? Ahhh, stop it with the teasing!” How mad he sounded, but it was so adorable in your eyes. He was like a defiant cat.

You grinned at him, then answered with, “just lay back and enjoy, I’ll take care of it baby, I’ll make you feel good~” it wasn’t a promise, it was a statement. Just that alone was enough to shut him up. His eyes trembled in anticipation, awaiting what you had to offer with curiosity and excitement. “I.. haha..I hope you will then.” Slowly he was running out of words, not knowing what to say in opposition to your smart counters.

After getting his consent, your hands trailed lower, now holding his thighs and squeezing them. “Such a pretty boy for me.” Then you raised them and clasped them over your shoulder. “Hah?! Wait- that, this position is.. ughh!!” Poor baby didn’t even have time to adjust and think and you were already manhandling him however you wanted. It has gotten difficult to continually wrap his arms around your neck, so he let them fall flat onto the bed. Now they served a different purpose, this time clenching the sheets as his face flushed into a bright crimson.

The mating press huh...? But the both of you were still clothed. How embarrassing. Dazai pressed his lips tightly shut, sweat forming on his forehead at the realisation. You on the other hand seems to be enjoying yourself, one hand now slowly peeling off his disheveled clothes. “Try to stay still, I’ll take care of you alright?” Again, you smiled at him, bringing forth a sense of comfort. He has noticed this for a while now, you kept doing everything on your own, ending with him not having to do anything. It was a strange feeling. Sure, he enjoyed lazing around, but actually having someone who took everything off his shoulder was new.

Suddenly he avoided your gaze, legs shaking as they tangled behind your neck. “Hm? What’s this, are you alright darling?” He jolt, yelping a little as he replied, “I-I’m fine. Just, all the blood has been flowing into my brain you know.” Well well, he was quick to think of good responses, you had to give him that. “I see..” you said, then you stroked his hair. “As long as you are liking this, i did say I’ll make you feel good.” A giggle followed soon after you finished your sentence. “Ah.. yea.” Damn it, why was communicating getting more difficult by the second? He was so embarrassed for no reason! All you did was being close to him, touch his hair and body, as well as whisper some sweet words… why was he already such a mess?

Of course his flustered appearance didn’t escape your sharp eyes. You leaned down again and kissed his lips, catching him off guard. It was only a small peck, but the brunette looked like he was about to explode. Even he was wondering what was wrong with him. Normally he wasn’t like this! He was acting like such a fool right now, as if he was still a virgin~ Oh but by no means you minded. Goodness, you adored this cute side of his. Ah.. there was no helping yourself, he was too adorable for you to hold back. So you uttered in an almost suspiciously sweet voice, “I’ll treat you so well today dazai, to the point you’ll need me to take care of you again tomorrow~”

Luckily he didn’t need to use his legs, otherwise he would have stumbled and crashed down. Because he just knew his knees were going weak in that moment.

[hoshigray]

˗ˏˋ Summertime ⛱ Madness ˎˊ˗

Dear Diary...summer is finally here, and you're ready to spend it all with your best buds — Itadori, Megumi, and Nobara! Because the season is meant to be eventful, no? Though, how eventful? You already have plans with your friends to make every day count...Yet, so much has happened this summer that you NEED to write it all down! Especially since five men, in particular, have put you through a complete whirlwind of a summer...

Collector's Note: Hi, hello!! This is my first time doing something like this, but to commemorate getting 1k followers (tysm!!), I felt this would be a fun way to celebrate!! These entries will be posted throughout the summer (with dates provided), so keep your eyes open for when a diary entry opens! They can be read as standalone fics, but some (2-3) may be linked with one another. And no, they are not gonna be in first-person, only for this post as a sort of introduction to the pieces, lol. And FYI: these adorable sea-themed dividers are made by the wonderful remi (@cafekitsune), whose dividers I use non-stop!! Thank you sm for the dividers as always, remi, love what you do sm!!

Diary Status: ongoing!!

Word of caution: fem!reader - modern AU - age differences (the reader is at least in their 20s; the guys' ages will be specified in their respective fics for convenience's sake) - explicit content/nsfw so minors DNI - mentions of alcohol/drug use - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - taboo (consensual sex b/w professor/undergrad; a friend's relative) - size differences - one night stands - be sure to read the content warnings (cw) to fully grasp what each fic will contain before reading!

Intrigued readers: wanna be tagged when an entry is posted? Lmk in the replies plz!

✎﹏﹏﹏ 📖 Y/n's Diary Entries 📖 ﹏﹏﹏✎

Dear Nanami Kento... ༄ My Professor's Final Spring Praise

Entry Narrative: Before my summer break officially started, I had to finish my last in-person exam with Professor Nanami. It was so tough, but I made it through! I was the last to leave, so I thanked the professor and shared some final words before heading to my dorm to finish packing up. However, how do a few gratitude and praise exchanges end up with me on his desk and him between my legs? Contents: professor! Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content so minors DNI - taboo (consensual sex b/w a professor & undergrad) - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Nanami approaching early 30s) - fingering (fem! receiving) - cunnilingus - semi-missionary position (reader lies on their back on a table while Nanami stands) - public sex/sex in a university classroom - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - pining if you squint - praise - pet names (baby, darling, love, sweet pea) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - kissing/makeout sessions. Completion: July 3rd (Nanami + my bday :DD so I better see y'all wish me and my hubby a hbd or this shit isn't getting released >:T)

Dear Satoru Gojo... ༄ Sweet Blind Summer Fling

Entry Narrative: Due to a bet made by Nobara, I made an online dating account to set myself up with a blind date. Although a bit witty and annoyingly childish, Gojo's remarkably handsome and sweet...So, how the hell did I end up sleeping with him on the first date!? Contents: switch! Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content so minors DNI - blind date/online match-up - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Gojo is around early 30s) - texting back and forth - sex at a hotel - one night stands - consensual sex under the influence - protected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - cowgirl + lotus positions - pet names (angel, baby, dollface, pretty, princess, sweet thing) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - mentions of drug/alcohol use (reader and Gojo don't get blackout drunk, but y'all get tipsy) - a bunch of silliness bc it's a Gojo fic (duh). Completion: July 24th

Dear Suguru Geto... ༄ Swim in Waves, Chill in Caves

Entry Narrative: I went to the beach with my friends!! Only for me to...run into Gojo again!!? And to make things crazier, I met his attractive best friend who heard "so much" about me??!! Thanks to Gojo's nonstop blabber-mouth, Geto was interested in me in ways I would rather not be known for! Contents: Geto x fem! reader - explicit content, so minors DNI - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Geto is around early 30s) - oral (m! + f! receiving) - heavy depictions of a blowjob - semi-handjob - sex at an open area; cave by the beach - 69+ doggy style/backshots + missionary position - unprotected sex but Geto doesn't shoot inside (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - fucking while the sun sets, lmaooo - pet names (baby, cutie, sweetheart, sweetie, princess) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - Gojo is here so expect some silliness. Completion: August 4th

Dear Choso Kamo... ༄ In[put]s & Out[put]s

Entry Narrative: My friends and I are getting ready to go out, but I'm feeling a little nervous about my outfit since it looks a little risqué... So, I took a pic of it and sent it to Itadori to hear his thoughts. Come to find out...I instead sent it to his half older brother, who was coming to pick me up......and he liked the outfit so much that he gave me his personal opinion?? Contents: still deciphering... Completion: TBA

Dear Toji Fushiguro... ༄ Secrets, Sweat, and Summer Fever

Entry Narrative: The gang and I hung out at Megumi's place for the last week of summer. But when I'm left at the house alone with Megumi's hot father, how am I supposed to act normal after "accidentally" eavesdropping on him jerking off to me!? Also, why and how the fuck does he know about my personal endeavors!? Contents: still deciphering... Completion: TBA

© hoshigray 2023 ~𓆉~ Diary entries above are collected by, written by, and belong to me, so please do not steal, edit, or post my works. Or I'll find all the people in your family who don't know how to swim and throw 'em in the ocean (and yes, that includes you). :/

[idcallmyselfhuman]

XiaoAether Masterlist 👹⛅

Edit: version 2.0 here

Or, every XiaoAether moment that I can remember (and an attempt to organize them)

Starting this off with the one scene that made us all go "wait a fucking minute" at the very start of the game,

Battle of Osial

Aether's feet were already steadied. Xiao could've let go, or let him fall as gracefully as Mountain Shaper did to that guard (I would've hated him forever) but considering that he insists that being near mortals is such a biiiig no-no, he could have, but he didn't. No, even more, he fucking tightened his hold.

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Teyvat Food Notes (Sweet Dream, Adeptus' Temptation and Satisfying Salad)

Next! The promotionals during Xiao's release as a playable character. Specifically, Teyvat Food Notes. To celebrate his release, they made an Almond Tofu + Sweet Dream Food blog.

Note: Both google translate and Papago seem to use Mandrill instead of Xiao, so... just know that's who it's talking about.

This is where we learn that Xiao didn't even make "Sweet Dream"; this dish was Aether's thank you gift to him. Xiao's specialty dish is a gift from Aether. I'm- agh. ANYWAY.

We actually also see Sweet Dream in Childe's birthday art. And I'm really sorry to Tartaglia but seeing it stole all his thunder. I could not get over it.

I like to think Aether was so busy making Childe food that he absentmindedly started preparing Almond Tofu in the way he's used to (because of how often Xiao requests it :'> ).

Just when I thought that was it for the Teyvat Food Notes and I could've moved on, I found this in the Adeptus' Temptation food note; the one they made for the first Lantern Rite.

Note: "Fairy/Buddha Jump over the Wall" is apparently an actual Chinese delicacy that the Adeptus' Temptation is based on!

I found this part really cute, especially right now because of the poetry event. Since the beginning, Aether's always known that Xiao was capable of being poetic, it just took them being close and his encouragement for Xiao to actually make a poem.

Lastly, Aether's Satisfying Salad. This isn't connected to the food blog this time (since that one's for Mona), but rather, this and Almond Tofu are the first dishes Aether has ever given Xiao in the game. I included this despite it being pretty minor because in Moonlight Merriment, Smiley Yanxiao actually brings this up again.

Smiley Yanxiao: The boss told me to take care of him, but this guy, let me tell you - he is one tough nut to crack. He usually turns his nose up at everything that isn't Almond Tofu.

Xiao willingly ate something that wasn't Almond Tofu because... because what, it was given to him by a cute blonde traveler? The jury's still out on that one.

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Lantern Rite 1.3, Baizhu Story Quest

I'm sure we're already familiar with this scene, right?

The very first time Xiao promised Aether that no matter what, as long as he calls his name, he'll be there. Right after that was Moonlight Merriment, where the game literally specifies that Xiao made that promise just for Aether. Way to make your commitment subtle.

Ah, Xiao, you're so easy... Of course, this wouldn't be the last time that Aether calls for him and Xiao arrives immediately. This also happened during Baizhu's story quest to, yet again, the astonishment of everyone around excluding these two. (Xiao's dedication is one of a kind)

Xiao worries over Aether often, despite knowing that they're both formidable in their own right. I also think it's sweet how every time they meet, Xiao's departing words are always a reminder to call for him whenever needed, to the point where there are times that Aether just goes "Yeah, we know." before he can even finish the sentence.

Unfortunately, though, there is one time where Xiao failed to reach Aether when he called him, but only because he physically wasn't able to.

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Perilous Trail (Interlude)

The only thing that prevented this man from getting to Aether like always was being in a different plane of existence. Romeo and Juliet wish they were this romantic istfg

Aether: Come find us.

Xiao: No.

Yanfei: But Aether's in trouble!

Xiao: How do we meet?

Now where else did someone pull this tactic recently-

...Again, XIAO YOU ARE SO EASY. But anyway, back to the Chasm bc I wasn't quite done with that-

As soon as Yanfei tells Aether that Xiao is awake, Ae comes running. Just full on "stop saying you're fine i'll be the judge of that"

And he looks so angry when Xiao brings up writing a will. augguh they are sooooo- (i would put a reaction pic here if i didn't have an IMAGE LIMIT fuck tumblr bro)

To finish off the Chasm Interlude on a more serious note, this entire conversation was really touching, and I love seeing the progress these two have made over the years. Xiao letting himself open up with Aether's help year by year is one of my favorite things about this game.

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Teapot and Character Voice Lines + Birthday Letters

For the first and second Lantern Rite, Xiao was still adamant on not even stepping foot in Liyue Harbor, declining every invitation to go there because of how much he disliked being near mortals.

Yet in his teapot voicelines, once you reach a high enough friendship with him, Xiao actually takes the initiative to invite Aether to go to the city, if only to understand him better. Xiao explicitly says that his willingness to go to the harbor was for him.

More About Xiao I: I'm willing to protect you.But don't think about getting close, and stay out of my way, or all that awaits you is regret.

More About Xiao V: It's too late. The connection between us is too strong. Even if you wanted to, it's too late to sever it. Hm? You've never thought to sever it?

About Shenhe: It seems Shenhe places a great deal of trust in you. Well, how could she not. There are few people in the world as kind and good-natured as you.

Shenhe, About Xiao: My first impression of him was that he's not one to smile. After meeting him again more recently, however, he's still as reserved as ever, but… he seems a lot more relaxed now. Maybe he… met someone special.

That line by Shenhe made me happy. Aether's effect on Xiao benefitted not only him, but the people surrounding Xiao as well. We even see that in his birthday letters, where at the most recent one, he follows Ae's advice and goes to spend time with old friends.

They're also all just insanely romantic, I feel like that goes without saying. Every year, I wonder how Genshin would possibly top the one before it that isn't just an explicit confession of undying love.

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Lantern Rite '23

I'm here to remind you all of a beautiful scene that should never be forgotten for years to come.

Regardless of Genshin trying to be mysterious and making us guess who saved Aether, the fact that they both came rushing over is incredible on its own. They know that Aether isn't a damsel in distress, and Paimon's acting was so on the nose, but they still couldn't allow even the slightest possibility of harm to come to him.

Xiao looking away and talking in circles just to say he really was worried is the funniest fucking thing.

For the Lantern Rite event itself, if you've read this far in, you're probably already familiar. I really wish there wasn't an image limit because I have so many screenshots I want to put in here. If you want a refresher, watch this and start around the 2-hour mark

I wanted to put my own video in the post but you can only put one :/// I'm fist fighting whoever put these limits. 1 video file and 30 images? who are you

BACK TO THE TOPIC

There really isn't much I could say that I haven't already said before. For XiaoAether shippers, this was hoyo spoonfeeding content on a silver spoon. It's Aether and Xiao at their most comfortable with each other, talking and spending time with the people they care about. It's Aether fulfilling his end of the bargain of bailing Xiao out of uncomfortable social situations, because if you haven't noticed throughout all of these examples (or even outside of that), Aether is so perceptive when it comes to the comfort of the people around him.

This was also the event where we find out that for Xiao, the most distinguished guest in his eyes was Aether (Even though Ae thought he was going to say Zhongli..)

I have a lot of love for this event. But since this isn't just a lantern rite post, I'll move on.

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Waterborne Poetry

The catalyst for this post. The reminder of how lovely this ship is, and how far these two have come.

As we have all learned from Xiangling, Yanfei, Venti and Hu Tao, you only need to mention Aether's name to convince Xiao of whatever it is you're planning. The part where Aether and Team Chongyun were trying to convince him to come with them and touch some fucking grass was really cute.

This event and the previous Lantern Rite also had Aether and Xiao talking privately, only to get interrupted by Paimon/Xiangling (as well as calling them out lmao)

And, of course, the scene that everyone freaked out over,

This. I don't think I'll ever get over this.

The fact that they had Zach voice this- A short, but sweet moment where Aether looks at Xiao from afar and immediately gets inspired, performing a poem where the real meaning is shared only between the two of them...

And Xiao's smile.

An expression that Aether had done so well to bring out.

2023 was the year of XiaoAether. Thank you, Hoyo.

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Done! I HAVE SO MANY SCREENSHOTS AND I COULDN'T EVEN USE MOST OF THEM ToT. I actually had clips that I edited but Tumblr said no. Good thing there's YouTube.

Another reason as to why I made this was because some shippers said that XiaoAe didn't make sense because it lacked depth and I was so affronted by it that I did all this out of spite (and love for these characters. mostly love.)

[thequietkid-moonie]

Asking for kafka angst where she argued with fem reader and when she decided to apologize , fem reader died during a mission🫰🫰😝😝😝🥰🥰🥰 (pls)

Losing you after an argument

[ ONE-SHOT ] [ Kafka ]

[ Honkai Star Rail ]

Thanks you so much for requesting, I loved your idea since the moment I saw it in the ask box! Although, please remember that i only write for gender neutral reader, I want everyone to feel included and fem reader makes me uncomfortable

I tried to wrote it quite neutral since you didn't specified what kind of relasionship they should have (although I think it is more romantic than anything)

Kafka's unability to feel fear at all and her extremely good and even letal skills lead her to be overlyconfident sometimes, she has blind trust on Elio so if the scrip says that everything will be alright she has no reasons to be nervous. She can be so confident in her skills and Elio that she even take the freedom to do as she please in the blank part of the scrip, going around to admire around or even kill everyone at her path, enjoying her time

However, even when Kafka have done a lot of missions and have faced a lot of dangers already that doesn't mean you can't not be worried about her, fearing for her life the way she can't, and even when Kafka find it quite endearing she most of the time don't take seriously your worry, she knows where it comes from, she love you just as much as you love her, you two are friends and family! you are her partner in crimen and the one she wants to be with for the rest of her life, although she just can't stop herself from smiling and teasing you whenever she feels like you are exaggerating

After one of those particulary dangerous missions you couldn't help but be mad at Kafka for being reckless, getting in unesessary fights just because of fun because the scrip didn't say anything about it, and even when you completely believe and are loyal to Elio, just like any other sellaron hunter, you can't just not be worried about someone you care so much about

It all started because you call her out by her behaivor, asking her to please be more careful next time, wich lead her to tease you and, again, not take you too serious, however this time it was diferent, you were more worried than other times and just end up snapping for her attitude leading the conversation to quickly scale to a more heavy argument about her being too reckless and you being too overdramatic, stopping just when you two noticed that this wont lead to anywhere and it was better to take time to calm down

But even after some time Kafka was still acting prideful and teasing, refusing to speak to you again unless it was to heard your apology, leading you to be stubborn too

Or at least that was until you were called for Elio to give you the scrip of your next mission, noticing that at the end of the scrip was descibed your inevitable end, maybe this was what you asked Elio in the first place, or it was thanks to that you finally had what he had promised you, in any case it wasn't a surprise nor something sad

Before going away for you mission you made sure to say bye to everyone, giving small hints of how you wont come back. The last one was Kafka, you wanted to explain the situation to her to be able to make peace with her before the end but she was still playfuly acting prideful, saying that she wont hear anything aside from an apology, and still she was there to wish you luck on your mission, saying that she will be waiting for you to come back with that apology and maybe a souvenier, something already common, but in this case you were leaving without having the courage to mention the end of the script properly and just saying a melancholic bye

Even when Kafka knew something was off with you she decided to dont pry since you had to already go to your mission, still the bad feeling didn't left her alone, no matter what she did she just find herself wishing for you come back safe and sound

However, you didn't came back, it was on your scrip that you would die during the mision and you know Elio's predictions never fails, so a moment before going to the last scene of your scrip you decided to send Kafka some messages, saying the goodbye you couldn't say before, you knew that despite everything Kafka can be pretty emotional and really caring, so you decided to dedicate your last words to her, to express how much you have loved and cared for her, talking about good and bads, and, at last, giving her a farewell, wishing her luck in her next missions

A voice message was your last gift from Kafka, jokingly giving her the apology she was waiting for along with your best wishes, explaining that you knew she was going to be sad so you decided to give her something to never forget your voice, your last words were words of love for her so she could never forget how much she meant for you, and it was that excate last message what leave Kafka both heartbroken and comforted at the same time

She knows you didn't died with sadness or regret, you have being waiting for this before becoming a Stellaron Hunter after all, and she won't blame Elio neither, he is not the culprit, she understand that it was needed for his plans, but at the end she feels remorse and regret towards herself, you had say you goodbye but not her, she has some much that she wants to tell you but you will never be a le to hear it

[gardenofyvess]

save a horse | j. miller preview

and all the ladies say,

“save a horse, ride a cowboy!”

cowboy!joel x black coded!southern!reader (anybody can still read, only hairstyles are specified)

warnings: js sweet ole girl dad joel, small bits of flirting, tommy’s a flirt and joel doesn’t like it, and joel is a lil awkward but we love him!!!

wc? 1.5k (this a preview y’all!)

if any lingo is wrong you’re fuckin lying because i’m a texan born and bred RAGHHHH 🦅🇺🇸

moving to austin from dallas with your dead best friend’s daughter wasn’t on your 2002 bingo card. ellie was precious to you for a number of reasons, her fiery attitude and brown eyes that reminded you of your best friend. it all hurt you, but this little girl came first. her safety came first.

“ellie! babe, c’mon now, you gotta at least unpack your room.” the teen looked up at you over the book that was barely propped up on her chest. ellie scrunched her face at you, “i am aunty, just give me a second. the house isn’t goin’ anywhere, i’ll be just fine.” you sighed heavily, leaning on the archway of her door. ellie’s been pretty normal, but you don’t think it’s normal for her to be normal.

she’s lost her mother, you cried for days after losing yours. you remember that feeling of emptiness; not being able to believe the woman who gave birth to you was gone. you purse your lips instead, sighing in a more gentle manner before moving closer to ellie. “c’mon, up! let’s go. we’re baking and meeting our neighbors.” ellie groaned but let you take her hands, whining when you pulled her all the way up out of the bed.

“promise not to run from me and i’ll make you the red velvet brownies you like.” you squished her cheeks in your hands while grinning from ear to ear. you knew your niece couldn’t resist them, even if she was mad at you for making her assist. ellie whined in your grip, squirming around to get your hands away from her cheeks. “fine! fine! oh my god those stupid nails hurt, aunty. jesus fuck.”

her response is a hit to the back of her head, “ow.” you snort as you make your way out of the room, tying your soft locs up into a ponytail. “then watch your mouth, sugar. hurry on downstairs when you’re done. i already started the oven.” did you lie about beginning to bake to get ellie to come out of the hole that was her bare room? yes. and you are very proud that it worked.

you’re barely tying your apron back around your waist when ellie’s loud stomps come down the stairs of your new house. she fakes a frown before smiling at the aroma of chocolate and strawberries, hints of vanilla stretching across the entire first floor. you pretend not to see the scene that unfolded in front of you, instead turning to your buttercream frosting that you were mixing. “ellie baby, can you get the pie shells out for me? poke holes in the bottom with the fork then sit them in the oven for a bit. you know the drill, sweet pea.” she hums in response, yanking her little apron off of it’s hook and tying it around her body.

ellie’s practically sliding around the kitchen in her black and red polka dot socks, having the time of her life racing no one in the space of the kitchen. you laugh at her antics, gesturing for her to come over to you, “come ‘nd taste the frosting, let me know if it’s too sweet or no.” she practically scrambles to you, taking the spoon from your hand. “umm, ‘s alright. it needs more vanilla and a little more powdered sugar.”

“ugh, my little baking champion thank you so much!” you kiss the side of her head and get back to work, letting her get back to her own job that you’d provided her with. she laughed softly at your comment before she went back to her previous job of poking holes in your pie crusts. it’s not long before you’re pulling brownies and cookies out of your oven, letting them cook before icing the cookies with such carefulness that it makes ellie laugh.

you allow ellie to scoop the apple pie mixture into the pie shells before she settles them back in after placing the lattice on top of all three pies you’d made. you wait around another hour to let the pies settle and pack everything up, letting ellie hold the cookies whilst you grab one of the pies. “ellie do i look okay?” you mumble to her, turning slightly in front of the mirror on the wall near your front door. she snorts, covering it up with a cough. “you look fine aunty. what? you wanna date the neighbors?”

“absolutely n- ellie!” your face heats but you don’t say much else, instead opening the door for your niece since her hands were more full than yours. you do look fine though. your little sundress you wore for the drive down here from dallas was a soft blue with light pink flowers patterned on it along with complimentary white sandals. it complimented your skin well, enhancing the glow of it against the sun. your soft locs were still in a ponytail from your baking, and you’d had your lashes done shortly before you moved. you were particularly satisfied with the lip combo you’d mustered up before you left; a pretty brown liner with a pink filler. perfect.

ellie sets the cookies down on the floor in the bottom of your backseat, and you follow suit by sitting the pie on top of the containers. the both of you climb into the car once you’re positive everything is in order and won’t fall over or anything of the sort. the drive to the next set of land isn’t far, maybe 5 minutes, and you get a chance to truly take in the beauty of the countryside in austin.

when you pull up, you notice that your neighbors seem to be leaving the house just as you drive up. there’s two older men and a little girl, and you can only assume she’s one of the men’s daughter. your eyes trail over the taller one, though. he’s buffer than the shorter one and has a full beard. your ‘thing’ for beards was really tempting you with this one. he was clearly older than you as if that helped your attraction, but you purse your lips and relax your shoulders. no need to be weird in front of the new neighbors already.

you park quickly, biting down on your lip to hold any final nervous remarks your niece could possibly make fun of you for. ellie grabs the pie since she’s already on the side, setting it on top of the car and grabbing the cookies. you hum a soft ‘thank you’ to her before grabbing the pie and making your way towards your neighbors.

“excuse me?” your voice is saccharine to joel’s ears, and he damn near gets whiplash trying to turn to see who’s voice he’s hearing. “are you the millers?” you follow up despite a lack of response from the older man. you smile sweetly and gesture for ellie to come towards you. joel nods dumbly, swallowing hard before stepping forward to greet you. the girl that you mentioned earlier, who looked a little older than ellie, giggled at her dad (uncle?), and skipped her way next to him.

“i- uhm- we- damn.” joel stuttered terribly, rubbing a hand over his face before sighing heavily. sarah giggles before speaking up for her stunned father. “hi!! i’m sarah miller, this is my dad joel and my uncle tommy.” she smiled brightly at the two of you, curls bouncing as she spoke. tommy nodded from next to sarah, sticking his hand out for you to shake. “hi, darlin’! i’m tommy, nice to see a new pretty face ‘round here.” you feel your smile widen a bit, flattered by the younger miller’s words. you reach your hand out to meet his, but tommy turns it in his hand and presses a kiss to the back of yours.

joel’s stare practically burns through the two of you.

“cute.” is all you say, gently taking your hand back to pull ellie towards you. “i’m (name) (last name) and this is my niece ellie williams. we just moved into the house a few minutes down the road and wanted to properly greet everyone. i come bearing gifts, of course, but i can put ‘em back until you guys come back if i have to?” joel shakes his head, smiling at the thought you’d clearly put into the baked goods. “no, that’s fine sugar. we were jus’ goin’ to get some groceries.” his hand brushes yours briefly as he takes the pie, and you feel electricity shoot up your spine. oh you want him.

“me ‘n ellie can go ahead and head out and let you three get to it. we’re sorry to interrupt, but i hope we could come back over some time just to hang out or for anything else.” joel’s eyebrows shoot up at the end of your question but if he caught onto anything he didn’t say much. “’course. thank you again for the cookies ‘n pie. real sweet of you to make ‘em, sugar.” you bite down on your lip to hide the smile threatening to appear on your lips. ellie laughs beside you, tugging on your arm after she’s handed off the cookies. you glance back up at him briefly before nodding your head towards the car, sending your niece towards it.

“no problem, cowboy.”

[kimmexart]

Hello! I saw you were asking for requests!

I have been missing our rich boy Ryusui so... could I request some fluff?

I was thinking of reader that at first didn't quite like Ryusui, but over time warmed up to him.

But no one knew how much reader warmed up to him, including Ryusui himself, until reader starts to cry and get mad at him out of worry, because you know how he usually gets petrified or in dangerous situations yes? Reader got worried sick that his statue broke into piece that might not be able to fix him.

I hope it wasn't too specific? Thank you!!!

I luv this idea i’m basing it off treasure island:))) also didn’t specify if it was romance or platonic so i tried to make it neutral and what every way you’d like. (also very rushed sorry)

———

You’d never admit, at least never to Ryusui’s face the fact you cared for him. If you had ever admit any type of feelings for him, his head would blow up even more. But now you regretted never telling him.

Your lip trembled as you stared at Ryusui well- his stone statue tied to a tree.

“Attention all!” Ibara spoke loudly, Kohaku grabbed your hand gently trying to reassure as she felt your body tremble.

“we may have intruders among us. If this stone statue is not your comrade… You will have no problems about smashing him correct?” as he spoke to the group of women- and Ginro as a lump formed in your throat.

This was a test, a test to find out who were the spies.

they forced everyone to line up “Y/n… you have to do this” Kohaku said silently as if she could feel your pain. She didn’t want to do it either but nobody had a choice “it’ll blow our cover…” you had to obey to prove yourself to ibara.

You walked up to the already shattered statue of ryusui, holding the spear tightly in your hands. forcing down the fact you cared for him- the fact you considered him a friend forcing those feelings that formed in the pit of your stomach. Letting out a shakey breath you slammed it against Ryusui, your heart pounding against your chest as you heard the cracking. you couldn’t bear to look at the damage you had done to him.

You walked off turning your back against Ryusui with a fake smile, ignoring the burning sensation in your eyes and the worried glanced your friends gave you.

———

Your stone statue stood in front of Ryusui- he had his stupid smirk on his face as he poured the revival fluid on your head. Everyone had practically been helped from the stone but you and Ginro so it was only the two of you on land while everyone else was working on their own duties.

He ignored the blood on your shredded dress- the blood from your previous injures you had received from your fight with Ibara. he knew you’d be fine but he couldn’t help but worry about what you been through.

the fluid began to take as the stone began to crack and shatter from your body. Your legs gave out underneath you, ryusui held you gently.

squinting up at him at the sudden light filling your eyes, “Ryusui!” you exclaimed loudly and he held you in his arms. Ryusui was relieved by the sound of your voice as he pulled you into a hug.

“Hey Y/n, didn’t think you’d be excited to see me” He teased with a chuckle, it felt good to feel his chest beating. You tried to ignore the tears pooling from your eyes hitting his shoulder.

he stopped as he felt the sudden wetness against his shoulder, He was worried about hurting you as if your body would shatter if he held you to tightly.

“Y/n-?”

“i thought you died” your voice cracked against his chest, his lips quirked into a small frown as his fingers tangled into your hair “im so sorry, i had to Shatter you- I had to make sure our cover wasn’t blown-“ you began to mutter into his shoulder.

Ryusui pulled away gently, you thought he’d be mad- angry with you but no. He cupped your cheek gently his thumb gently brushing the tears away from the corner of your eyes, he gave you a soft smile

“i’m okay” he said gently, which caused even more tears to stream down your cheek.

“i thought i killed you! i thought there was nothing we could do!” You sobbed into his hand.

he brushed away your tears letting out another chuckle “Don’t cry, I’m alright- your alright that’s all that matters” he said softly pressing a kiss against your forehead.

you calmed down underneath his touch “you know i care for you right?” you sniffled “i- i felt so stupid for not telling you sooner i regretted not telling you the moment i saw your stature infront of me”

He grinned “of course you do, everyone loves me” he teased softly “and like everyone i care about you to” his voice soften “maybe i care about you more then anyone else”

Your heart throbbed at the sound of his voice, you looked at him with a soft smile as you relaxed. he pulled you into a hug as the two of you stood in the comfortable silence in one another’s arms.

Kohaku and Gen grinned from the bushes as they watched the scene unfold “I told you it would work” Gen whispered “sending him to revive her was the best choice. i’m so cupid”

[untitledmemes]

Hazbin Hotel Prompts

Part II An assortment of prompts taken from the series Hazbin Hotel on Amazon Prime. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ That looks perfect! ”

“ What the hell is that? ”

“ Everyone is being too nice. Obviously, it must be a lie. ”

“ I can sense they are planning to kill me, but when? How? I must be prepared! ”

“ People are being nice because they want you to feel welcome. ”

“ No, don't resist. This is how it has to be. ”

“ Do you mind? I'm in the middle of breakfast. ”

“ I'm not about to put on a show for these fucking chumps. ”

“ Actually, I thought maybe you could take the lead on this one. ”

“ I swear to fuck if you say dicks--! ”

“ Get your mind out of the gutter. ”

“ I don't know if this is really working they way we hoped. ”

“ Honey, you have to trust me here. ”

“ What's the plan, boss? ”

“ It has been age since thou hath graced us with thy presence. ”

“ It's fun to keep everyone on their toes. ”

“ Coming from someone as ancient as you, I take it as quite the compliment. ”

“ We need to discuss what can be done to minimize the impact to our interest. ”

“ Yes I know, I've been absent for some time. I'm sure you've all been wondering. ”

“ Where did you get this? ”

“ You better show some respect. ”

“ You've got it twisted. I'm not the one who needs a new attitude. ”

“ Mad that I acted respectless? Well, it's cause no one could respect this. ”

“ You're long past trending. ”

“ Why are you avoiding war? ”

“ No bond stronger than those formed through bondage. ”

“ I'm ready to punish some bad boys. ”

“ This is how you learned to trust people?! ”

“ There is nothing stronger than the trust between comrades and arms. ”

“ I took charge today and it all went sideways. ”

“ I'm supposed to protect you. I'm supposed to never fail you. ”

“ Ugh! I just walked up all those stairs! ”

“ I did what I had to do. I'm not discussing this. ”

“ Who's to say who'll survive the fray? I might lose the ones that I was killing for. ”

“ I'll be your armor. ”

“ Let's keep this between us, shall we? ”

“ Well, at least you can take a beating like a champ. ”

“ Thank you for pulling me out of there. ”

“ It's hilarious you think I'll tell you anything. ”

“ What makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face? ”

“ I see right through you and all that bullshit, and how fake you are. ”

“ I'm sure you'll manage without me. ”

“ Maybe you can, I don't know... Command some authority? ”

“ It's not mean. It's, uh... Aggressive kindness. ”

“ Oh, so this is where the magic happens. ”

“ You don't want a role, do you? Because I can make you a star. ”

“ You bring her here to protect you? To fuck with me? ”

“ I own you. Or have you forgotten that? ”

“ I didn't want you to come here. I already asked you to leave and you didn't listen. You made things worse. ”

“ Any way you want me, baby, that's the way you got me. ”

“ Didn't realize this was a 'drinking to forget' kind of night. ”

“ If you got a problem, you're not gonna find the solution at the bottom of a bottle. ”

“ You would be lucky to get a chance to fuck me! ”

“ Have fun being a lonely piece of shit. ”

“ Be a doll and bring me another one? Daddy's outta juice. ”

“ You think I ask for it? I don't ask for any of this shit! ”

“ You might as well just cut the act. ”

“ It's not an act! This is who I need to be! And this? This is my escape. ”

“ I know what it's like to regret the choices made and knowing you can't take it back. ”

“ You're a loser just like me. ”

“ You're a power bottom at rock bottom, but you got company. ”

“ I'm trapped and it gets worse with every hour. ”

“ Eat lead, sucker! ”

“ I can handle myself, baby. ”

“ Sex ain't the only thing I'm good at. ”

“ Thanks... for caring about me. ”

“ Hey, how about that drink? ”

[onelocket]

hello!!

i hope you’re having a nice day, whether you’re back or still not back. though i would like to ask, when you can, can you please do another of your selective mute reader x fyodor? but selective mute reader is upset and sad since i myself am hsjejhehe.. i’d like it in headcanon form but do what you’re comfy with!! — your new 💫 anon

hello 💫 anon! i’m actually still conflicted with returning or not since i still have entrance exams, but when i saw this i just had to reply right away. i’m glad you’ve found fondness to my selective reader x fyodor and i hope this post can make you feel at least a bit better. you didn’t specify much, so i wish nothing here offends you. thank you for requesting ♡

your lover needs a hug! fyodor d. x selective mute!reader

involves -- relation to this post, high school au

headcanons

The moment he saw you that one afternoon,

All down and low, a hand pressed against the classroom’s glass? It sure caught his attention more than he initiated it. He was simply walking by after returning a few books to the school’s library, but this wouldn’t be the first time he’s seen a glimpse of you suddenly all gloomy. Fyodor is always able to catch your presence even in the quietest and emptiest of rooms.

"(Name)." Fyodor spoke quietly as he picked his limit to his words. He slowly glides the sliding door shut, trapping you both in a more private situation. But before he steps any further, he knocks on the door to alert you again — "…It’s me."

Well supposedly, you should knock first before entering. Fyodor knew that enough, but part of his heart just couldn’t shake the worry to walk into the picture as agile as he could, no matter how many times this would happen. So can he be blamed, really? It’d be a discomfort to see your lover all sad about something you know they won’t be able to voice out.

A side the same, but a bit nicer now

He wouldn’t want to pressure you, that’s something all can agree to. If you were anybody else then perhaps he might consider the fleeting amusement to your vulnerability — but you weren’t. And he was going to make sure you knew that.

"Come here." He whispered, taking a few calculated steps to your direction as he stopped at a smaller distance.

He was undeniably trying to get you out of the easy view anyone can take of in the window, but as he sees you thoughtless, he’d just let out a small sigh before taking his words for himself rather than repeating it. Normally would he find it slightly irritating, especially since he asks the same thing each time you did so by a window; or anywhere public really, but he knows being mad at you wouldn’t help it go away.

He kind of already knows what would’ve bothered you…

Because you are his important person, simply put. He wouldn’t have to require you to inform him what happened, even if it was something nobody else knew at all. Not to say he’s always aware of what’s specifically bothering you, but he will have an idea — a guess or two.

"It’s okay.." Fyodor says, his own school uniform making a quiet shifting sound to turn your attention to him slightly, his hands gesturing an ask for holding you.

When you allow him, he takes it as slowly as he can, wrapping his arms around your waist as he gave you a tiny smile. "You don’t have to do anything. I know what happened."

He wouldn’t also mind if you did talk about it though. Whether it be with notes or sign language. Bonus if it was your voice, but hey, he would never force you about that, allowing yourself to be assured by the facts that you weren’t required to talk. Your presence was to suffice.

Quiet whispers and gentle kisses

If there’s one thing he wouldn’t forget during the act of comforting you, it’d be kisses and sweet whispers. Public or not, Fyodor would try to give you at least a soft kiss. He’ll tuck a few strands of hair away from your face as he gives you kisses on your forehead, keeping his fingertips light and graceful — whispering you some questions that might aid you in calming you down.

"Would you like me to excuse us to our last period, milaya?" He suggests, to which you deny by slightly, and albeit reluctantly, shaking your head. ..Alright. I love you."

In amidst the silence would he warm it up with his touch, the seconds elongating into minutes as you also denied the realization of this moment to end. His soft whispers in your ears to ease and soothe you down were always his path to calm you, but if you didn’t feel like it, Fyodor always has his physical touch to help out as well.

Your acceptance to his hold would be enough

Since if you can’t find a reply through words, your actions fulfill the Dostoevsky more instead. Your body turning to face him would be one of his favorite things to see or feel if he was holding you, especially when your hands submit to take or press against his skin.

"There you are." He cooed, pressing another kiss on your forehead before pulling away, keeping the proximity intimate and comfortable. "Look at me, (Name)?"

"..Lovely. You’re so lovely."

Sometimes he asks you to look at him, and although it is also to let himself indulge in the pretty sight of your eyes; it was also to read your expression better. He’ll admit that you never speaking had its own ways for him to understand you, but it was never going to be difficult for him anyway. Nothing will be, especially when it’s for you.

If you’re crying, he’ll let you

Besides, what kind of boyfriend doesn’t? If he was holding you as you cried, he’d subtly tighten his grip on you, a careful expression on his features as he listened to your sobs, holding you close to him without a care now if people saw you two from the window.

"You’re fine now. Stay with me and you’ll be safe, okay? Let it out."

While it’s not easy to deny that he could be a bit irritated by the damp spots you could leave on his uniform, he could always wash them after class. His uniform has an easy fix anytime, meanwhile you always had a chance to lose that fix. And he wasn’t going to let it slip away.

If anyone walks inside the classroom?

Fyodor would just stare at them. Usually only when you aren’t looking into his eyes, though. Let’s say, perhaps you’ve had your head resting on his shoulder. The moment somebody takes a longer stare at you two more than should be — your boyfriend would simply stare back, his purple eyes almost threatening its own mind to glare, but kept his calm and quiet as he held you. He’d keep staring till that persons gone, to which, usually is the resort to his wordless reply.

Above all, you are his priority ^^

Whether the issue be something big or small, if it affected you this much for it to be involving itself in class hours, Fyodor will always be there for you. To him, having a lover like you is so endearing and special, like he has to protect you with what he has. And he pretty much does what he’s thinking of. Need for his touch? Need for his words? He’ll know, and he’ll give it with as much emotion as you could handle from him.

⚘

[ghoastixx]

hi sorry I’m the one who asked for the dad!Sam and dad!Cas one. Yes, it is for the sneaking beers one I’m sorry I didn’t specify!

Dad!Sam & Cas (Separate) w/ a child sneaking in beers

Synopsis above

Notes: Don't you even worry about it! It's so okay starshine, I just wanted to make sure I wrote it for the right thing!! Thank you for getting back to me so quickly, I am happy to expand upon this for you.

Author's notes: Like all the other stories that get multiple characters in one, this will probably consist of choppy notes instead of a full fledged story. Reader is gender neutral.

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Sam Winchester

Like when you snuck out to spray paint things, you best believe you're fucked.

He is so pissed

I believe in Sam being a stricter dad when it comes to rebelliousness so yeah he's way madder than Dean was.

He's mad that you snuck it in AND are underage drinking.

He's trying to give you a good life and is convinced your actions are going to sabotage yourself.

"Y/N Winchester, what the hell do you think you're doing."

He gives you a firm talking to about why he doesn't want you to do that.

"I mean- if you are going to drink, I'd rather you do it here rather than somewhere else. But I really don't want you drinking at all. Do you understand?"

He grounds you for two weeks.

Castiel

I don't think it would bother him much until someone else brought it to his attention.

"Cas, you know Y/N is drinking, right?" "Yes, what about it?" "You know kids aren't supposed to drink." "..No I did not."

He's not SUPER upset because he didn't know that you weren't supposed to be drinking. If he had known he would've told you. So you get off easy.

But, if he catches you sneaking it in again after he already talked to you about it?

Now you're in trouble.

He doesn't like feeling disrespected by you. To Castiel, respect is very important when it comes to his kin.

He's more disappointed rather than angry.

"I believe I have already told you I did not want you drinking, Y/N."

He will start keeping a closer eye on you. He's mad at you for a while.

[solidcarbon]

TELL ME ABOUT THE GUYS

yay!! but this is gonna be a long one, so, you've been warned.

they're both from the warframe!! and yeah, a few spoilers ahead, just in case. what game is about isn't really important rn so jumping right to the topic.

the first one is uranus, my oc - an alternate reality version of the protagonist, speaking from a plot point of view - he's older and got a different past than his counterpart.

he's lived in a time loop for 18 years which irreversibly affected him and his mind, but he's pretty chill and open to others no matter what. at some point while living in the loop he started developing self-sacrificial and overly altruistic behavior - this helped him a lot when he was forced to live and adapt in the real society. yeah he kinda forgot how to be yourself and think about your own needs and wants but whatever

the second is the gunsmith. basically - a recollection of memories of a long-dead person whose final wish was to change at least something (he, like many others, died in the insanity-driven massacre on the colony ship. and he did no good, yes) - others fate, their fate or themselves. so, the reason of that insanity just brought him and a three other people and there they are - let's say, the void gave them a second chance, even if they are not truly alive at this point.

he's got a pretty harsh personality, and i perfectly understand his archetype and that's why i'm playing only around it and further ('cause a simple "enclosed mad guy who loves guns" and nothing more, imo, is terribly lame and boring)

so. dropping a whole ass story below

cavalero had to leave his family behind when he'd been sent to the zariman 10-0 (name of that ship), and while he was living under the repression of the elite in their society - which was present even on the ship - he started to seek the more grounded purpose in his life than blindly hoping and dreaming about another solar system which was ship's destination and which no one had seen before. i think he was already more into military stuff before zariman, but the flight itself has messed his career, plans and relationships. growing frustration led into the anger and more aggressive type of behavior, and it got way worse when zariman got stuck in the void during her supposed big-leap void-jump and when people began to lose their sanity and anything human what was left in them due to the void exposure. he was immune to the madness for some reason (like some other few adults) - thanks to the recent events in the game plot i can say it now - and in his case it was because he's way more emotional and caring than he admits he is. yeah he buried it inside, yeah society is total repressive shit, yeah he was always alone except for a few short-lived relationships but still he didn't give up. zariman void-accident was an accident in the first place and no one was really responsible for the outcome. cavalero originally died in the fight (it was totally suicidal intention), and he never really thought about himself as hero or whatever excuse military shit can offer - he knew it's just a way out for once and forever; when you can't take more then you've already got.

uranus came when zariman reappeared from the void again after a millennia (approximately so, tho exact dates are never specified in the game). he has his own story with the zariman - and has all the reasons to hate that place and be overprotective of it simultaneously. (i'd like to tell it too but the story itself is just too long and heavily tied to the warframe lore)

he was consistent in his visits, helped with repairing whatever could be repaired (and helped a lot), helped with keeping scavengers away from the ship, etc. he almost made a second prison for himself without noticing it - he was too used to living in the stable and repetitive environment - and the one who pulled him out of his fever dream was cavalero. they've become acquaintances and knew each other pretty well beforehand, tho they weren't friends. after a few arguments uranus cracked and eventually told abt his anxiety and uncertainty in reality he's living. normally he wouldn't do that but cav was the only «real» attachment he had at that time, so. this is how cavalero learned where uranus has spent his life from 16 to 34 years. and he became more chill about ur

ik all this might sound a bit dark but!! everything is fine they're learning how to live a normal life and be a person again and they're doing it together 😌😌 and also they're kissing

here some silly stuff

i've been drawing & thinking about them more than for an year now and they bring me pure joy and happiness... also i'm (very slowly) writing some stuff about them. primarily it's about their relationship development aligning with the course of the main warframe story (and!! i'm trying various scenarios and themes. before them i'd never think of giving myself a challenge and doing it for fun. and experience) but sometimes i do something little and silly. they deserve that

talking about the latter. ur is a big enthusiast in plants, music and horses - he has one, actually; his dorm, besides being cluttered as hell and being a living definition of a chaos, has many overgrown plants and flowers - he doesn't name them but cares abt them a lot; and he plays (local three-stringed instrument) and sings (no one knows about that). cavalero is very passionate about his engineering and crafting work and actually invested in more than just guns; he likes dogs and hot chocolate (no one knows about that).

i've made a chart thingy with them recently!! it kinda sums up the essentials. and - their in-game look!!

bonus if you you're still here:

[kitsune-oji]

could you do obey me boys with a professional volleyball player mc? 💁🏻‍♀️ like they enter at RAD's volleyball team and are absolutely SLAYING or smth like that! i also imagine mc having a very fit body and getting home late bc of the training

Professional Sports Player Mc

I made it a bit more general, changing volleyball to sports because really these hcs could be read with volleyball in mind or another sport entirely. I hope that's ok!

Since you didn't specify, I just went with the brothers for this

Gn! Mc (you/yours)

Lucifer

Lucifer admires the discipline and strength it takes to professionally do sports and honestly, he finds it attractive too

Definitely tries to take the time to go to any matches you have to support you and to watch you in your element

If he sees you winning - against Demons no less - he's so incredibly proud of you and wants everyone to know

Sort of looks like a proud father standing next to you but the way he looks at you reveals his adoration for you very clearly

Makes you lunches to take with you when you train, making sure they are balanced and contain enough protein and fiber to aid you

The only downside he sees is that he has so little time with you. When you come home late, you're very exhausted from your day after all and he's already a busy man himself, so it's quite difficult to get some quality time together

Just means you both need to make a bit more of an effort!

Mammon

Mammon has always been your hype man no. 1 and it's no different in this case

Making you lunches just means peanut butter sandwiches but if you like that (and aren't allergic to peanuts), it's still nice!

He's there for every match you have and watches your training sometimes too if you're ok with it - if not, he wants to pick you up at least though

When you win, Mammon is so loud but his cheers are really cute so you know... He wants you to run into his arms so he can spin you around, please

Shows people videos and pictures of you from one of your matches and gets mad if the person watching it doesn't find you as amazing as Mammon himself does

(they also shouldn't find you too amazing though because then he'll tell them how way out of your league they are and how the Great Mammon is by your side and nobody else-)

Having you coming home late is torture for Mammon but he's either distracting himself by doing things he shouldn't (gambling, scamming, stealing from his brothers, etc) or he's finding ways to be in your presence anyway - aka watch you when you train

Leviathan

He's the very best stan, thank you very much!

For you, he even braves going into the hell that is sports obsessed normies to watch your matches

Cheering you on is an art form and Leviathan has perfected it. He wears your or your teams colors, has your name written on his face, has a chant, a sign, a- you know the drill

Makes you the cutest bento lunches with encouraging notes and a lot of love in them

He gets so insecure and thus jealous of anyone trying to get close, especially if they're not just a fan but someone who plays the same sport as you. "What if having the same passion makes you like them better than some shut in weirdo like him?" his brain tries to tell him

Levi idealises you a bit too much but we knew that already. It's just maybe a bit more obvious that you're basically one of his idols that he actually gets close enough to to touch

Having you come home late sometimes makes his thoughts run wild, even if he knows you have training that day - he just can't help it but distracting himself until you come home works most of the time when he isn't so immersed in his game or show that he forgets the time anyway

Satan

Sports aren't really his thing but... You're doing it, so it's still interesting to him

Wants to know everything about your sport and even tries to give you advice. You may have to stop him right there because you are a professional... Unless maybe he does actually have one or two good points. Maybe he'd be worth listening to at least?

Second place for cute lunches, usually cat themed in some way but definitely nutritious too! He wants to aid you where he can

Of course he's there for your matches, how could he not? His cheers are a bit more quiet but he won't let you question how much he supports you and your passion

Seeing you happy and panting from exertion does something to him, to his heart. It takes him a while to realise that it's love for you that he feels

The fact that you come home late makes him sad sometimes but he knows that your training is important and he tries to suggest some things to do together that don't take a lot of energy - like reading aloud for you to listen to while you lay your head on his lap

Asmodeus

Asmodeus loves how fit you are because of your profession and he makes it abundantly clear as well

Next to outright telling you how hot he finds it how passionate you are, the way he takes the time out of his day to watch you practice (if you allow it) says lore than enough

Your teammates tease you about how obviously interested Asmodeus is in you, though there are also those that are jealous of you... Oh well

Asmo likes to doll himself up in a cheerleader outfit and do a little dance to cheer you on in matches. While he does take away a lot of attention from the actual game, he is very cute

Don't let him make lunches for you. The demon manages to blow the kitchen up trying to make bread, who knows what will happen if he tries to make you a lunch box?

In days when he can't watch you train or if you don't let him, Asmo has no qualms letting you know how lonely he was without you. Clinging to you and whining and telling you that you have to make it up to him

He's pretty easy to appease though, so it's not too bad

Beelzebub

Beelzebub is so happy to have someone else there who also loves to do sports. You may not do the same sport but you can still train your bodies together, if you want to

Going to the gym with Beel is nice, all in all. You get a nice view if you're into that and Beel will help you if you've never been to the gym before

Even if you have, you can still help each other, correct the other's form or spot each other

He will make sure to attend each and every one of your matches and is right there when you cheer because you won or need some comfort because you lost. Beel also asks you to come watch his matches as well

Beel is an amazing cook, so lunches from him are very nice... If he manages to make one, that is. Either way he wants to eat together with you

Having you come home late can make Beel upset sometimes because he misses your company but he's pretty good at keeping himself busy until you're back. If he's a bit more clingy than usual...well, who's gonna complain?

Belphegor

You do a sport? What, professionally even? Damn, he could never

But we knew that already. Belphie yawns at the mere mention of such physical activity and he admires the way you and Beel do so much of it and enjoy it too

Sure he will come to your matches too. Though he may not be able to pay attention the whole time, he still makes an effort to be there to show his support

More importantly, Belphie makes sure that you don't overdo it and helps you get the rest you need to start the next day fit as a daisy

When you're gone for a long time, Belphie either doesn't notice because he had been sleeping or he wakes up and notices and then he gets cranky

You know how he gets... Demanding your attention and being unhappy over the fact you weren't there when he woke up. A little bit of affection and an apology is enough to make him forget his bad mood though

[harrywavycurly]

Just imagine for a moment that instead of a Steve, Eddie somehow ended up with a Stiles as his bestfriend…

The roles would be kinda reversed because Stiles Stilinski is the nerd while Eddie Munson would be the clueless one half the time who’s just there to look cute. But the best part would be the bickering! Let me give you some examples✨

“A bat Stiles? Really? What the fuck are you gonna do with a bat?” “Uhh bash their brains in duh? What’d you bring Mr. Bats are lame dude…” “I brought a wooden uhm spike thing to…stab them in the heart.” “A wooden stake? You…brought a wooden stake?” “Yeah? It’s what that girl uses on that show to kill all the evil shit so figured it would work for us.” “The girl on the show?…tell me Eddie was this girl blonde and in high school?” “Yeah! You’ve seen-” “she’s a vampire slayer you fucking idiot! It’s literally the name of the show! Buffy the Vampire Slayer!” “So? Vampires…Werewolves…not a big difference they both try to kill you!” “We are so fucked….”

“So this…Vecna…person…thing…can like kill you from inside your mind and you won’t even realize he’s doing it?…that sounds like Freddy Krueger.” “He’s nothing like Freddy…this dude doesn’t need you to be asleep to kill you Eddie he just gets inside of your mind and fucks around until he just squashes you like a bug.” “Yeah he sounds like Krueger…” “Did you…not listen to anything I just said? Freddy needs you asleep this dude doesn’t care if you’re asleep or awake.” “I mean that’s just one difference but everything else is exactly like Freddy…” “I don’t have time to argue with you about how unlike Freddy Krueger this Vecna dude is…so just get in the jeep and let’s go make sure Wayne is still alive.” “Why wouldn’t Wayne be alive?” “This dude feeds off negative memories and having you as a child I’m sure he’s full of negative shit.” “Fuck off your dad is the one we should check on.” “You are such an asshole I am a joy to be around…I already called him and he’s fine.”

“What are you wearing?” “Uh clothes? Why are you dressed in all black?” “Eddie we are spying on a pack of possible Werewolves and you’re dressed for a fucking house party!” “Well yeah you said they were gonna be throwing a rager and I should fit in?” “Fit into the background not fit in like you’re one of them you idiot!” “You should really specify where you want me to fit in when telling me how to dress you jackass now we don’t even look like we are going to the same party.” “We aren’t going to the party! We are going to be…where are you going?” “Inside…it’s easier to spy on people when you can actually see them.” “We can’t go in there what if they turn?” “It’s not a full moon.” “So? If they get mad they can rip you to shreds with their claws and strength…what are you gonna do then huh? Charm them to death with your mediocre good looks and 90’s style grunge outfit?” “Mediocre? Fuck off Stiles.” “Sorry that was rude you’re…a handsome dude but seriously you can’t go-” “I’m just gonna see if any of them give off wolf vibes and be right back…” “yeah go do a vibe check on a potential pack of wolves…smart thinking.” “Thanks…now just stay here I’ll be back.” “That’s the worst thing to say you know that right? You just pretty much signed your own death certificate with that phrase.” “You watch too many movies…it’ll be fine.”

[sports-on-sundays]

something angsty with marc where reader “runs away” after they argue too much about everything

run away / Marc Guiu / PART 1

Summary: Marc x girlfriend!reader - Marc and his girlfriend have another argument, and she can't keep it together any longer. Angst.

Warnings: no happy ending, lots of censored cursing lol, mention of mental illness, mention of underage drinking, drinking, a creep checking out/trying to get with reader and touching her (nothing super serious at all, but if someone is sensitive to that- just be aware)

Requested?: Yes, and thank you.

Author's Note: I didn't actually include much of the arguing in it, and mostly just focused on the reader breaking, getting upset, etc. about it, so here it's not exactly specified what the argument was about, but there are hints that they've been having arguments frequently before this. Link to part 2

"Okay," you suddenly stand up, your voice wavering. You shove past Marc, bumping your shoulder into his roughly. "I'm... I need to go..."

"So you're just going to f*cking walk out now?" Marc yells. "We're not done!"

"You just want to be right!" you snap, fighting off tears. "I'm sick of arguing with you, I'm sick of seeing you, and I need to go..."

"So you're just going to f*cking run away from your problems? Our problems? Is that the f*cking way you think is best to deal with it?" Marc yells, which rattles your bones.

A tear falls down your face as you reach the door. "Marc... I... I need... to... get away... for now..." Your voice is faltering so much, and you can barely breathe.

You feel his hand clasp your shoulder tightly from behind, which makes you flinch a little. "You need to-" he starts.

"No!" you suddenly scream, turning around to do it right in his face. "I know what I need to do, and that is to get away from you right now, because I'm scared! And there's nothing else we can work out right now when you're so mad at me and I'm so nervous! So f*cking let me run away from you and your f*cking screaming and yelling!" You stifle a sob, stepping away from him.

He's about to speak, and for a moment, there's some sympathy on his face, but you don't give him time to see if that glimmer of a look was going to turn into anything, because in that instance, you turn on your heel, open the door, slam it behind you, and run.

You get in a cab and cry, "Take me f*cking wherever you can that's away from here."

"Uh..." the driver says, unsure.

You sigh, letting out a shaky breath, before murmuring the name of a club on the other end of the city. In a section of the city that's not so pretty.

The kind of place no one, especially Marc, would even think to check for you, if they were looking for you.

The cabbie nods and gets driving.

The whole ride, you're holding back your sobs, not wanting to make this poor driver feel even more uncomfortable than he probably already is. You stare out the window as lights in the night zoom past you, starting to feel a little dizzy, but you try to ignore it.

Things were going so good.

He was so sweet. It's like we always agreed.

And then it's like something just changed. Was it in me? Or is it his fault?

Or are both of us in the wrong?

Why do we have to argue all the time now? Is it just that the honeymoon stage is over, and we see how we really feel about each other, or is there something more?

Maybe he's just getting tired of me.

You gulp back more tears as the cab driver pulls up to the curb. You pay for the ride and slip out, entering the club, your whole body shaking slightly.

You sit down heavily on a bar stool at the counter and lean your head in your hands.

I shouldn't be here. Is Marc right? Am I just running away from my problems?

But I was starting to feel nervous. Actually, genuinely scared. Panicked.

Of him.

Am I just that mentally unstable, or was he being too harsh with me?

You don't know.

You cry a little and say aloud, "Why does everything have to be so blurry and confusing and unclear? I haven't even had a f*cking drink yet."

"Would you like a drink?"

You look up the see a face you recognize at the counter. A couple years ago, you used to come in here and break the law, but the bartender, a man in his twenties, showed you sympathy and still sold drinks to you, even though he knew you were underage.

This is a shady place, and you go here when it feels like no one in the world f*cking cares or accepts you.

You go here when you feel terrible, because you know here, no one cares. They accept everyone, including the terrible people.

You went here years ago because you were seeped in mental illness with no way of getting help.

Then you met Marc.

And things got better.

At first.

You let out another cry.

He was supposed to fix me. Now I'm right back where I started. Literally, in the exact same chair.

The tattooed bartender leans over the counter toward you, sliding over a drink. "You can have it for free."

You glance at him and take the glass, but don't respond.

Not even going to say thank you, are you, Y/n? the voice of the good girl you should be whispers in your head.

You ignore it, and take a sip, ignoring the man across the counter from you's eyes.

He says, "Looks like you're still walking in crying, Y/n. Like you always did."

You sniff and pretend to ignore him.

He purrs on, "Didn't see you for a while. Did some man come along and make you believe for a little while maybe life wasn't so bad?"

Your jaw clenches as you choke, "Shut up."

He nods knowingly. "That's usually the story when I see girls like you coming back."

"I told you to shut up," you snap through gritted teeth, downing another sip of your strong drink.

He smiles. "You know, you've gotten kind of hot since I saw you last?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean that you're sexy, and I'm not surprised some young hot shot picked you up and played you."

"He's not a player!" you snap.

"That's what they all s-"

"Stop acting like you're so wise!" you snap suddenly. "You're some pathetic guy in his twenties working at a bar and letting underage girls in just- just- just because!"

But he smiles wider, which upsets you further. You finish your glass painfully. And you watch as he studies you. He reaches up and strokes your jaw, murmuring, "I've always had a thing for sassy girls."

"Sh- Shut up..." you murmur, looking down.

"You're blushing. You don't mean it."

"I don't know what I mean! I don't know what I mean or know or act about anything... I just don't know..." you cry a little.

"You seem upset."

"No f*cking kidding!" you blubber, feeling a slight glimmer of rage in your chest as you wipe at your watering eyes, though you know you're too tired and weak right now to do anything with it.

He smirks. "If you've got pent up emotions, I could help you deal with them. Possibly even make you feel better, in the end," he croons, his hand slowly, gently, dragging from your neck, down your chest, until it reaches your waist and grips it tightly.

Too tightly.

You let out a shaky breath, still lined with tears, and stand up, murmuring weakly, "Let go of me..."

His hand slips off, but he says, "Pretty Y/n isn't even going to repay me for giving her a free drink?"

"No," you snap, feeling even more shaken up than before. "I'm not."

And you turn and walk out. You walk aimlessly to the backside of the club, and sit down against the dirty crumbling wall, in the dark.

Your eyes stare ahead vacantly as chills course throughout your body.

Y/n, a voice seems to whisper in your mind, you really are alone. Completely alone.

You start sobbing again within the shadow of the curtain of night. Not even the moon and stars shine for you tonight.

Marc, why?

I'm delicate. Why can't you see that?

I'm so sorry.

[bcbdrums]

👛 your favorite rare pair?

♟️a character you feel is overrated?

🤍 a fandom you’ve only recently discovered?

thank you for the ask!! since you didn't specify a fandom, i'm gonna go two.

👛 your favorite rare pair?

For Kim Possible - Ron x Yori. Is it rare? I dunno. I never see it. Maybe it didn't used to be. But maaaaan I think there's SO much incredible character development potential there for Ron. I still think of Ron x Kim as endgame, but...could be interesting to explore the boy figuring out his life without Kim and with someone else for a bit. Ultimately to make him better for Kim. I don't say any of that against Yori, I just don't think she's the one in the end. And I also don't see him dumping Kim for Yori, more a thing of happenstance.

For Soul Eater - This was a hard choice. And I don't want to call a pairing with less attention but clearly an obvious pairing "rare." Like, Ox/Harvar doesn't get much notice but I wouldn't call it rare. So.... here we go. Spirit x Azusa. Hear me out... You've got two extremely driven, hardworking people. They went to school together. You have Azusa who's a bit of a feminist and so would naturally see Spirit's actions in a negative light, since on the surface he appears to treat women as objects at least as a teen, and then there's the drinking too which she likely wouldn't see positively toward academic/career success. Then there's Spirit who is in fact genuinely hardworking despite his faults, and he makes death scythe before her. She probably doesn't think he deserves it. There's also the age difference; Azusa is the youngest (except she's probably older than Sid, but she's younger than Marie and we know Spirit is the oldest so yeah). So Spirit probably did think of her as an annoying bossy tattletale brat. But thinking of them in the anime especially, stuck in the Death Room during those crucial moments... And just her time there in Death City after all those years apart. She'd have gotten to see Spirit shine. He'd have gotten to see her grown up and shining in her role. They're not kids anymore, a lot has changed, and they have so much in common now... This would be a wild one. This one would be hard work. This isn't some fall into lust/infatuation romance. This would be a relationship built on respect over time. But I can see it... There's some great art of this ship on the blog "Illogicat" sorry I can't tag it.

♟️a character you feel is overrated?

For Kim Possible - Wade Load. He's just the deus ex machina guy. He exists to give Kim a magical way out, and there's nothing else to him... Well, actually I see a LOT of villain potential in him. But in terms of people acting like he's an important main character... Well, yeah, I guess. Kim would have died many times over if not for him. But that's all he does... A quick phone call, magically he's already put exactly what she needs in her backpack without her knowledge somehow for that exact predicament that no one knew she'd be in... Yes, it's a cartoon, this is part of the humor, I get it. But the only real he interest he holds for me are his villainous tendencies that show up at times. But in his assigned role... Sorry, he ain't nothing.

For Soul Eater - Crona comes to mind first... I likely wouldn't have thought so if not for the fandom obsession, but it's like... There's not much to Crona? Crona is sort of a....blank slate. For self-projection. Yeah... All Crona ever seems to get noticed for is "cute when shipped with Maka" and never acknowledged for the things that matter like, abuse by parent/"sibling" and madness (serious, serious mental health issues here) and we could use Crona to talk about those topics in ways that matter. I'm not saying it's not valid to make a ship cute because you like cute, absolutely nothing wrong with that. But there's other issues (I briefly addressed in a prior ask maybe even today actually) and it's just... Crona could be so important. But that's never what I see in fandom. Overrated for the wrong things, underrated for the right things. (And like, the fandom targeting random ppl who haven't read the manga to tell them it's bad cuz you don't like Crona's ending... Come on, fandom.) I'm keeping this extremely brief for the sake of post-length.

🤍 a fandom you’ve only recently discovered?

It's been some months now, but, Psycho-Pass. 😌 I have a Soul Eater crossover fic to thank for this (my GOSH if any characters ever belonged in another universe.... SE chars belong in Pyscho-Pass my GOSH). I'm stalled on season 3 though because there's no dub and I haven't had the energy for the sub in months.... But I've been itching to get back to it and heh I just may have energy now...

Psycho-Pass is an anime crime drama. Pretty gory actually, so for me I do have to look away from the screen at times (also - two SE voice actors star as the main characters!). Each season/movie jumps to a different point in time, but it's all one big connected story in the end. Season 1 is the best (so far) and my goodness... The themes are mature. If you enjoy deeply intellectual shows, you'll enjoy this. It's also a lot of mystery. I like the animation style too, it's really stunning.

Here have some amazing Soul Eater x Psycho-Pass crossover art because IT'S AWESOME.