#the pillow thing was an exaggeration btw

[notsodarkdrow]

It’s going to sound so petty but to all the people who shit on zaundads because “They’re obviously only brothers, don’t erase their relationship yadda yadda” BUT THEN go and say “they both were clearly in love with Felicia”, may your pillow be unpleasantly cold tonight.

It’s okay if you believe they were in love with her, that’s not the issue. It’s the “Don’t ruin their friendship” thing, because that can be said against your headcannon too!

[kissingarthurclaus]

Today's been pretty shit at work like usual and I found myself thinking about Stan...about how despite the way he looks and how his diet is crap, he DOES do a lot of manual, physical labor especially hauling shit around to get the portal built....he's probably got. Pretty strong arms. And pretty good stamina.

[masatos-wig]

at a family gathering rn but all im thinkin abt it is how much i wanna just be home and spam bg3 for another 16hrs o(-(

[jmkjournalblog]

Sweet thing (Part 1)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2000+

Summary:  A new mysterious girl appears in the Westview, capturing Agatha's attention.

A/n: I couldn't forget this plot that came to me after watching AAA so, here we go. Btw English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Agatha Harkness leaned against her kitchen counter, nursing a cup of coffee as the morning sun painted the room in soft, golden hues. The house was quiet, save for the faint buzz of magic beneath her skin. It was always there now, a faint hum that had taken root since Wanda’s Hex wrapped itself around the town of Westview.

Agatha didn’t mind the quiet—she thrived in it. It gave her time to think, to observe, and, most importantly, to plan. The game Wanda was playing fascinated her, the raw chaos magic that maintained this picture-perfect suburban paradise a symphony only she seemed to hear. But Agatha wasn’t content to be a spectator.

Her musings were interrupted by a knock at the door, sharp and deliberate. Agatha frowned, setting down her mug. Few people in Westview came calling without reason. The nosy neighbors usually knocked too loudly, their voices pitched with exaggerated cheer. This knock was… tentative.

Agatha adjusted her cardigan and opened the door, her curiosity immediately piqued by the girl standing on her porch.

She was young, with an almost ethereal quality to her—a soft, doll-like beauty wrapped in a modest sundress and wide-brimmed hat. Her hands were clasped in front of her, clutching a basket of baked goods, and she looked up at Agatha with a shy, hesitant smile.

“Hi,” the girl said, her voice light and airy. “I’m Y/N. Wanda mentioned I should… introduce myself?”

Wanda. Of course.

Agatha smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Well, aren’t you the polite one?” she said, stepping aside to let the girl in. “Come on in, sweetie. Don’t just stand there looking like a lost kitten.”

Y/N giggled softly, the sound almost musical, and stepped inside. She looked around the living room with wide eyes, as though taking in every detail with nervous curiosity. Agatha followed her gaze, watching the way her fingers brushed the edge of a throw pillow, the faint catch in her breath as she noticed the clutter of books and trinkets on the coffee table.

“You’re new in town?” Agatha asked, her voice casual as she gestured for Y/N to sit.

Y/N perched on the edge of the couch, smoothing her dress over her knees. “Oh, yes,” she said quickly. “Very new. Wanda’s been so kind—helping me settle in, introducing me to everyone…”

Her voice trailed off, and she ducked her head, as if embarrassed by her own rambling. Agatha studied her, intrigued by the girl’s bashful demeanor. Wanda had mentioned her in passing—a "sweet little thing who could use a friend." But there was something about Y/N that didn’t quite fit the mold of Wanda’s usual creations.

“Wanda’s good at that,” Agatha said, her tone light. “She loves playing the perfect hostess. But don’t let her fool you—she’s got a bit of a wild side, that one.”

Y/N giggled again, her cheeks turning pink. “I don’t think I’ve seen that side of her yet.”

“Oh, stick around, honey. You will.”

Agatha leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other as she observed the girl with casual interest. There was something almost too perfect about Y/N—the way her smile wavered just enough to seem genuine, the slight tremor in her hands as she picked up the cup of tea Agatha had poured.

“So, what brings you to Westview?” Agatha asked, keeping her tone light.

Y/N hesitated, her gaze dropping to the cup in her hands. “I guess… I wanted a fresh start,” she said softly. “Somewhere quiet, where I could figure things out.”

Agatha raised an eyebrow. “And you picked Westview? Not exactly the first place people think of when they’re looking for a fresh start.”

Y/N’s lips quirked into a shy smile. “Wanda said it was… special. And it is. It feels… safe here.”

Safe. Agatha’s smirk widened, though she quickly hid it behind her cup. If only the girl knew the half of it.

“Well, you’re certainly in good hands with Wanda,” Agatha said, her voice warm and reassuring. “And the neighbors will eat you up. They love a sweet, innocent new face.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced up, her eyes meeting Agatha’s for the briefest moment before darting away again.

The girl’s shyness was endearing, almost painfully so. But Agatha had spent centuries honing her instincts, and something about Y/N didn’t quite add up. She didn’t press, though. Not yet.

Instead, she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she gave Y/N a conspiratorial smile. “Wanda matchmaking again, huh?”

Y/N’s blush deepened, and she shook her head quickly. “Oh, no! It’s not like that. She just thought I could… learn a thing or two from you.”

Agatha chuckled, her sharp eyes gleaming with amusement. “Is that so? Well, I suppose I can be quite the teacher when I want to be.”

Y/N’s laugh was soft, nervous, and she ducked her head again, hiding her face behind the rim of her teacup. Agatha watched her for a moment longer, the faintest prickle of curiosity tugging at her thoughts.

Whatever Y/N’s story was, it wasn’t as simple as she made it seem. But Agatha could wait.

“Welcome to Westview, sweetheart,” she said finally, her tone warm but laced with subtle intent. “Something tells me you’re going to fit in just fine.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes glinting with a fleeting emotion Agatha couldn’t quite place. For now, the girl was an enigma—a puzzle wrapped in sweetness and blushes. But Agatha would figure her out.

Agatha Harkness prided herself on reading people like open books, but Y/N was proving to be an unexpectedly complex chapter. The girl had a way of weaving herself seamlessly into Wanda’s narrative, her every action a perfect blend of naivety and charm. The neighbors adored her, each interaction reinforcing her role as the sweet newcomer.

Agatha wasn’t fooled, not entirely. There was something there, lurking beneath Y/N’s soft demeanor. Something that kept her watching.

The afternoon sun bathed Wanda’s backyard in golden light as she bustled about, her hands full of gardening tools. The scent of freshly clipped grass mingled with the sweet aroma of cookies baking in the oven. Agatha leaned against the fence, watching as Y/N knelt beside Wanda, carefully arranging a row of daisies in the freshly turned soil.

"You’re a natural at this!" Wanda exclaimed, her bright smile aimed at Y/N.

Y/N laughed softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "Oh, I don’t know about that," she said, her cheeks tinged with pink. "I’m just following your lead."

Agatha arched an eyebrow, sipping from the thermos of tea she’d brought over. The girl’s humility was textbook charming, her every move designed to blend in perfectly with Wanda’s carefully constructed suburban dream.

But there was more to it. Agatha could feel the faintest ripple in the Hex whenever Y/N was near. It wasn’t enough to break Wanda’s illusion, but it was there—a subtle distortion, like a melody slightly out of tune.

"Don’t sell yourself short, Y/N," Agatha called, her voice light and teasing. "You’ve got a knack for fitting right in, don’t you?"

Y/N looked up, her smile shy as she wiped her hands on her apron. "I just want to do my part," she said.

Wanda beamed at her, clearly pleased. "You’re more than doing your part," she said, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. "You’re already a part of this little family."

Agatha’s smirk softened, though her thoughts remained sharp. Wanda’s maternal instincts were in full swing, and Y/N seemed to thrive under her attention. But was it genuine, or was the girl playing her own game?

Later that evening, Agatha found herself on her front porch, nursing a glass of wine as the stars blinked into view. The hum of the Hex was quieter here, its magic settling into a steady rhythm as the town went to sleep.

She was about to head inside when she heard the soft shuffle of footsteps. Y/N emerged from the shadows, her arms wrapped around herself as if warding off the chill.

"Agnes?" she called softly, her voice tinged with hesitation.

Agatha straightened, her brows lifting in surprise. "Y/N? What are you doing out here so late?"

Y/N hesitated at the foot of the porch steps, her green eyes wide and uncertain. "I… I didn’t want to bother Wanda," she said. "I just… I couldn’t sleep."

Agatha gestured for her to come closer, her curiosity piqued. "Well, come on up, then. No sense standing out there in the cold."

Y/N climbed the steps, her movements careful and deliberate. She perched on the edge of the porch swing, her fingers twisting in her lap.

"Trouble on your mind, sweetie?" Agatha asked, her tone casual as she leaned back in her chair.

Y/N shrugged, her gaze fixed on the ground. "I don’t know. I guess… it’s just a lot, you know? Starting over, trying to fit in…"

Her voice was soft, almost fragile, and Agatha felt a pang of something she couldn’t quite name. She studied the girl in the dim light, the faint shadows under her eyes, the tension in her shoulders.

"Fitting in isn’t all it’s cracked up to be," Agatha said finally, her voice tinged with dry humor. "Trust me, I’ve been trying for centuries."

Y/N looked up at her, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "You make it look easy."

Agatha chuckled, swirling her wine. "Oh, honey, if only you knew."

They sat in companionable silence for a while, the quiet night wrapping around them like a blanket. Agatha found herself relaxing, the usual edge of her thoughts softening as she watched Y/N.

The girl was good—she had to admit that. Whatever she was hiding, she played the innocent act perfectly. But Agatha wasn’t about to let her guard down. Not yet.

"So," Agatha said, breaking the silence. "What are you really running from, Y/N?"

Y/N blinked, her expression startled. "What do you mean?"

Agatha smirked, leaning forward slightly. "Oh, come on, sweetie. Nobody ends up in a place like Westview without a reason. Fresh start, sure, but fresh starts usually mean there’s something you’re leaving behind."

Y/N hesitated, her fingers tightening in her lap. For a moment, Agatha thought she might deflect, but then the girl sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly.

"I guess… I’ve always been looking for somewhere I belong," she said quietly. "Somewhere I can just… be."

Her voice was so earnest, so raw, that for a moment, Agatha believed her. But there was a flicker of something in Y/N’s eyes—a shadow, fleeting and elusive—that reminded Agatha to stay sharp.

"Well," Agatha said finally, her tone softening. "You’ve got a knack for making people like you. That’s half the battle right there."

Y/N smiled, the tension in her shoulders easing. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Agatha watched her for a moment longer, her thoughts swirling. The girl was a mystery, no doubt about it. But if there was one thing Agatha loved, it was solving puzzles.

"Goodnight, Y/N," she said, standing and draining the last of her wine.

"Goodnight, Agnes," Y/N replied, her smile shy as she rose to leave.

As Agatha watched her disappear into the night, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was standing on the edge of something big. Something dangerous.

[bitethedevil]

Okay, you know the idea of tieflings having the "fuck me tail"? Well, what if Raphael did that in front of Tav without realizing it at the time and someone like Korrilla and/or Haarlep alerts the cambion that he had essentially been sporting a boner during the whole conversation with his favorite misadventure (if Raphael is unsure if Tav is aware of what the lifted tail meant, then even better)?

(AN: I get a LOT of asks about bathing and Raphael's reaction to seeing Tav naked, so I added those things into this one as well. Tav is Raphael's warlock. Loved this prompt btw anon. Thank you <3)

Tails (Raphael x Warlock!Tav)

Slight NSFW

“Do you care to explain why you are bleeding on my expensive Halruaan carpet when all I asked of you were to speak to Lord Caldwell?” Raphael said with a sneer as he studied her bloodied body. “If you are this incompetent at following orders, you will go back to dealing with clients in the Lower City again.”

“I can explain,” she wheezed. “And I did get him to sign, by the way.”

She was barely standing. Her clothes were bloodied, and she was holding a hand over a rather large gash on her stomach.

She handed him the contract. There were a few bloodspots on it, but it had the signature of Lord Caldwell as he had requested. He looked it over and it seemed to calm some of his anger, though he still seemed annoyed that she had not followed his orders.

Raphael groaned and started walking. He beckoned her to follow.

He led her to the boudoir. Haarlep was lounging on some of the pillows that laid on the floor near the pool, smoking from a hookah. They looked up at her with a sinful smile and lazily waved at her.

Raphael tugged on Tav's shirt before passing her.

“Strip,” he commanded.

Haarlep’s eyes lit up and looked hungrily at her before adjusting themself amongst the pillows to enjoy the show. Raphael kicked Haarlep’s leg in passing and gestured towards the other end of the room where the bed was.

“Leave us,” he said to Haarlep.

“Oh, she doesn’t mind if I stay and watch,” Haarlep said and looked from Raphael to her with an exaggerated pout. “Do you, mouse?”

Tav looked at the both of them with a confused expression, as she clung to one of the pillars around the restoration pool to not fall over.

“I’m not taking off my clothes,” Tav said.

“Your clothes are in tatters, and you look as if you are on the verge of fainting,” Raphael said and gestured to the water of the pool. “You will get in or I will throw you in.”

“Can’t I just keep my clothes on?” Tav whined. “I don’t want to get naked in front of you.”

“Oh please,” he said with annoyance in his voice. “The novelty of seeing a naked body somewhat fades after you have been alive for thousands of years. I could not be less interested in what you keep under there. Get in.”

She sighed and started taking off her clothes. Haarlep was quiet and hoped that Raphael had forgotten about them. They devoured her with their eyes while she took off her clothes.

Tav slipped into the pool and the water's restorative powers quickly worked its magic on her. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the pools edge for a moment as all the pain finally left her body.

Haarlep discreetly let one of their legs drop into to the water and started slipping their harness off. Before they could even make the move to slip out of the little clothes they were wearing to join her in the pool, Raphael’s hand was around their neck. Haarlep made a slight choked yelp as they were lifted to their feet and given a push towards the other end of the room.

“I said leave,” Raphael growled at them before turning his attention back to Tav. “A report, if you would be so kind, mouse.”

Tav opened her eyes again and sat up more. She noticed that Haarlep had not left them, but had instead simply taken a seat behind Raphael where they were out of view from her annoyed patron.

“Right,” she said and began washing off all the dirt and blood off her naked body with a sponge.

She began explaining herself to him: How Lord Caldwell had gotten pissed at her after she had not reciprocated his flirtatious advances after he had signed, as he apparently must have thought that him signing meant that he was free to feel her up and do as he please. How Lord Caldwell had called on his guards after she had, accidentally, of course, punched him in the face. How she had barely escaped with her life.

She wasn’t looking at Raphael as she was explaining. She kept her eyes down and kept focusing on washing herself, avoiding the wrath that would no doubt be in her patron’s eyes as she told him how she had escalated the situation by using violence.

She had only dared to look up at him briefly every now and again. She saw that he was leaning up against a pillar close to the pool, watching her as she explained.

Surprisingly, he did not have much to say other than a few sounds of affirmation that he had heard what she was saying, which made her even more nervous.

Suddenly she heard an odd noise. A high-pitched muffled sound that made her look up for a moment. It came from Haarlep. It looked as if they were near pissing themselves with laughter as they kept a hand over their mouth to contain the sounds. It wasn’t directed at her though, but rather something going on behind Raphael it seemed.

“So yeah…that’s…that’s it,” she looked up at Raphael, fully expecting to see him pissed off.

He quickly averted his gaze from her body and back up to her eyes, as it looked like he had been staring. He cleared his throat and made a sharp turn with his body. She could have sworn she saw a bulge in his pants before he did so. When he turned, she noticed that his tail was in a weird, almost heart-shaped position as well, which made her raise an eyebrow.

“Good,” Raphael said quickly. “Dismissed.”

Raphael snapped his fingers once and she was out of the pool, fully dressed. Another snap and she was sent back to where she was before she was whisked away to his house.

Haarlep started audibly laughing now that she had left.

“The novelty of seeing a naked body somewhat fades after you have been alive for thousands of years,” Haarlep mocked in Raphael’s voice and with his mannerisms.

Raphael glared at Haarlep.

“Oh, what a gift,” Haarlep said with tears in their eyes. “She really is something, your little mouse. To make you wag with both tails like that.”

Haarlep burst out into another laughing fit. Raphael’s eyes widened at their words, and he instantly became hyperaware of the position of his tail.

No, Raphael thought with horror, and a frown fell over his face at the embarrassing realization. It was a loss of control, and it was completely unlike him to forget himself like that. What was he? A hormonal boy who had barely grown into their immortality?

His eyes narrowed at Haarlep who was still filling the room with their high-pitched laughter. He was still painfully hard despite their taunting, and he had just the thing for shutting them up.

“Yes, please Haarlep, laugh while you still have vocal cords and a tongue to do so,” he threatened and pointed on the floor in front of his feet before undoing his pants. “On your knees, now.”

[dykeomania]

PLS write smut for Hazel from bottoms..I need her so bad I fear..maybe like subtop!hazel..is her having a strap too far..I need her..

this is not. a full fledged fic. but this is the first time in a sec that ive let myself be inspired by an ask. this is weirdly switcher and just pure gay-sexier than it is subby!hazel. lmk if you want things to get subbier, bc i can probably do that. but for rn i have.. this image.. and i want you to walk with me on this but also hold my hand because i'm #supershy,

(minors [including 17 year olds 🙏🏽] dni fr, under the cut: not that proofread. strap lol (r!r), foul language, breeding... language... (my bad) (hazel has a strap tho), subtop!hazel except i could've made this shit so much worse so i guess switch!hazel but like, switch!reader, idk everyone's just a whore. there's an "i love you" (or.. multiple, i guess). there's a mirror. there's a vibrator. purely stream of consciousness, i don't even think the position they're fucking in makes physical sense fr. i was bored and i was thinking, so i wrote a lot. this whole thing is not realistic btw. i have very little confidence that hazel's blowing anyone's back out, but. it's my first day out in a min so i'm rusty. all respect to the community. next time when i pull up, i'll offer something a little more tame and saccharine as opposed to [exaggerated p*rnstar moans!!!]. reblogs and whatnot appreciated.)

so, i have this .. picture.

of you putting a bullet vibe in the pocket of hazel's strap before she fucks you from behind for the first time.

she eventually finds the confidence to blow your back out, and tbh, you think it's gonna end with you seeing stars because you can already hear the fucking lottery machines going off in your head. she's fucking you so well, and hazel's problem is that you're letting her know.

at first she thinks she's going crazy. but those fucking mewls into the pillow over how deep she is, how she's making you feel so good, how you've missed her so much, are sending shocks through her clit that the vibe keeps amplifying, everytime her pelvis hits your ass.

if she thrusts hard enough, which god knows she does, it almost makes her buckle over.

you're left clenching the sheets, and gasping against the linen while she fucks you, taking you in a way that's so uncharacteristically perverse that you don't even have the brain capacity to ask yourself why you didn't ask her to take you like this, sooner. her thrusts are quick and shallow, her words breathy and a little sharp. with every jolt of your body forwards as she experimentally blows your back out, it's like you feel yourself becoming more and more removed from this fucking planet. you can't help but cry -- sob, even -- as she makes you into a mess of limbs, leaving you tugging at your tits in one split second, and gripping at the sheets the next.

something happens, though.

where her hips rut into yours in deep, hard thrusts, spaced out by what feels like eternities, you can hear her. she's moaning now, breath quickening and chest rippling everytime her crotch hits yours at a particular angle. she's mewling, and unless you're hallucinating from how fucked up you are, you can hear her --

"fuck... f--uuh--ck, fuck, fuckfuck..."

-- silently beginning to whimper.

the girl goes from bullying your cunt to burying her strap deep enough in it to make the apex of its curve nudge against your g-spot, in a way that leaves your mouth hanging wide open with nothing spilling out of it maybe other than drool, but...

it's the slick warmth of hazel's back pressed nearly flush against yours and the heat of her breath against your shoulder that makes your eyes flutter open, facing your reflection in the floor-length mirror stationed across from hazel's bed.

hazel's in it so deep, you can't even see the strap anymore. and by no exaggeration, it's like an earthquake pulses through her body everytime she nudges her hips into your ass, making your vision blurry. she's rutting into you. greedily grinding her strap into your cunt in the effort of chasing her own high.

it wasn't a secret that hazel was sensitive. more often than not, the poor girl writhed against your mouth whenever she let you put it on her ("let you" is a loose sentence -- she begs for it, sometimes). you don't even know why you're surprised that your girlfriend is getting this close over having a bullet vibe pressed against her clit, hardly protected by fabric. "b--babe--"

what sounds like a plea, amongst the feeling of hazel's thighs trembling against the back of yours, inspires something sinister inside you.

you wind your hips against her, pressing back against the strap and the toy. the sight of your ass rolling against hazel's pelvis, combined with how good it feels is gonna actually, like, make hazel fucking--

"don't cum."

she loses her breath, entirely, and her rhythm, apparently. she slows, as if that was her body's instinct to obey your orders, despite the string of breaths that tumbles out of her mouth. "n-- wha-- fuck, no, nonono--"

you wind your hips deeper into hers, extracting a moan from your own throat -- fuck, maybe your gut, since that's how deep you could feel her. you press your ass into her until you feel the buzz of the vibe against folds, the frequency of it changing and humming as you press it further into her clit. "y--es," you grit. "don't fucking cum yet, hazel."

the dull, rolling vibrations through the fabric of the strap draw hazel's eyes into the back of her head, and then closed. she's grunting now -- or all of the above -- and she tries her best to unchap her lips, fruitlessly dragging over them. the little breaths she takes through them only brings them back to being puffy, pink, and a gateway of noise that gives evidence to struggle.

"gonna let me count you down?" you puff out your sentence in one breath, and hazel can fucking hear the grin in your still-fucked-out tone and it makes her whine louder.

"yeah? gonna fuckin' let me count you down so you can cum in me, haze?"

cum.. in you. three words that you'd never even fucking uttered to her before this, and that she never fucking thought she would ever hear and.. it looks like she can't complain, because her eyes roll into the back of her head and hazel swears that she -- at least, briefly -- meets jesus christ, "oh my god--," hazel slurs, hips rolling impossibly deeper into yours, it's a miracle she hasn't swabbed your cervix yet -- "ohmygod, oh my god--"

"three..."

ohfuck. ohfuck,ohfuck,ohfuck,ohfuck. it's the soft chorus that she whispers to herself as she starts to fuck herself into you, again, opting for thrusts as a means of trying to regain control with no consideration for your demise. the vision of her blurs in the mirror, and you feel your fists grasping at her sheets again.

"fuck--" you croak. "t--two.."

she pulls you further into her, and at this point, hazel's okay with being written off as a lost cause, 'cause fuck, it's not like she has a choice. the strap brief is soaked and it's entirely your fault, and god, she throws her head back. a mess of words, a mess of sensations, hazel just blurts, "oh my g--od--i love you--"

you burst out laughing at the random proclamation, admist everything.

she forces her head down to watch you, jaw hung open. and at this point, she's just speaking. rambling and slurring and gasping, tears-in-eyes-in-awe-and-all, as she watches you throw your ass back against her.

"iloveyou so much, you're so f--ucking hot, whatthefuck?--"

there's something weirdly sweet about it. something that makes your cunt clench around the strap in a way that hollows you out shortly thereafter, and lets hazel hit that fucking spot just right. before you know it, you're wherever hazel is, cunt fully creaming around the silicon.

"i love you--" you dumbly spit out a giggle, a gasp causing a steam of spit to cascade off your bottom lip and onto hazel's navy sheets. "babe," you warn. "ohfuck, ohmyfuckinggod, you're gonna make me cu---"

"fuckingsayone," hazel, unbelievably pleads while she unbelievably spears her strap into your cunt. "oh my fucking god, say one, please, please, pleaseplease--"

she starts begging. unprompted. "it's s-so good, it's so, so good, feels so fucking good, wanna c--um in you--" and she probably repeats it. probably repeats that she wants to cum in you until she's blue in the face and,

"o-one--"

until you let her.

the noise that's ripped from hazel's throat is .. embarrassing. virginal, almost. fully reverberates off the walls, and she trembles. her clit convulses against the vibe, twitching with every short stream of her release and she folds. poor girl was holding your hips for something -- for reassurance, to get a grip, dear life, perhaps? as her hips languidly fuck and press into the surface of your ass., rocking your near limp-frame after you've pretty much creamed all over her strap.

hazel hangs over you for god knows how long, dark hair shaggy and some strands stuck to her forehead in wavy wisps. cheeks flushed, and lower lip bitten to hell. the bullet vibe fucking dies, thank god almighty, because god knows she was not in any shape to reach down and turn it off.

she stays like that for a while, until she you feel her again. this time, only gentler, and much more like herself. soft hands caressing the skin of your back, her breath warm and shaky as she peppers a splay of kisses across your skin.

as you come from the surface of your own high, you feel yourself hum. still full of her, and dizzy with it. despite it, you manage -- slurring, slightly.

"haze?"

there's a hum, somewhere.

"did that really feel that good?"

hazel distantly nods, brown locks brushing against your back.

"uh.." hazel frowns, letting out a weak laugh. "y-yeah, honestly."

the mental note gets filed away somewhere deep in the haze of your brain and you grin, when you press your ass one against her just for shits and giggles and hear her gasp, from the sensitivity of it alone.

"that's my girl."

[merakiui]

PLEASSEEE MERA U NEEEEEDD TO COOOKKK WITH SKULLY OH MY GOSH EVERY NANOSECOND I DON'T CONSUME ANY SKULLY BRAINROT MY SANITY DETERIORATES RAPIDLY IN THE SPEED OF LIGHT I NEEEDDD THIS LOSER FANBOY SO BAD IM TWEAKING.... btw teasing him and making sure tht sexual tension lives rent free in his head and his erection hurts so bad he humps his pillow ANYTHING for a release, then giggling and blushing while finishing at the thought of darling omg orz 💜💜💜💜

I'm so. Incredibly down bad 4 him it's kinda getting out of hand,,, ALSO YEAH STOP COMPARING MY GOREEGEOUS SKULLY J GRAVES TO THAT BLUE-EYED FREAK.. HE DOESN'T RADIATE HIS WHIMSICALLY PASSIONATE LOSER FANBOY WEIRDO (affectionate) AURA AT ALL!!!! THAT 6 EYES IS A FRAUD!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAA >w< anon, I promise you I am indeed cooking an absolute meal for that man hehehe. (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟSkully has completely invaded my brain. This silly fic is my love letter to Mr. Graves. <3 he's just such a sweetheart,,, I love pairing loserboy with maneater!!!! He's getting so sweaty and awkward over sharing a cigarette with darling because omg indirect kiss?!?!?!! Rollo has to put up with these losers until November,,,, the real hero of this story is him for listening to their silliness. T_T my favorite thing about Skully is that he's so expressive, so I can exaggerate his reactions to various things and it will work for his character but also for the humor!! :D

Skully could never be Gojo. I would like to formally apologize to him for even thinking that!!!! OTL he's a cutie!!!! I adore Mr. Graves and his fanboy behaviors. I want to give him many kisses.

[circusinthewalls]

NSFW Ghost Ramblings - 18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI

(CW: Lactation) [Masterlist]

You're more than a little strange. There's certainly a few screws loose in that ol' head of yours, but Simon would be lying if he said he didn't like that about you.

Now though..? Simon's not sure what to think.

He feels good, obviously, what with your tongue laving relentlessly over his nipple while your hand toys absent-mindedly with the other. God, he's really gonna lose it if you squeeze him like that agai-

"Fuck, fuck," he pants out, pleas slipping down into a frantic groan.

He reaches out for something to hold onto, hand quickly balling into a fist in the center of the throw pillow beside him. His hips jut forward, colliding with the softness of your stomach where you're knelt in front of him, latched onto his chest like the milk he'd started leaking was the only thing keeping you alive.

You've never done anything like this to him before. Granted, he's never randomly started lactating either, but after a quick search and a rather aghast call to his doctor, he'd come to learn his new medication was likely the culprit. They couldn't get him an appointment til Monday, though, and that was nearly a week away.

So who was he to deny you when the offer of relief for his aching chest finally arose? You assured him you would be gentle, and you were. He's just ridiculously sensitive.

His eyes snap down to you, lashes fluttering with each purse of your lips around his puffy nipple, watching the thin liquid leaking out with each suck. Groans morph into dulcet whimpers when he notices it dribbling down your chin.

"You're wastin' it," he insists, cupping your jaw in a futile attempt to prevent more of a mess being made, pouting at you for what you think is the first time in his life.

All you want to do is pout in return. Can't help it that you're a sloppy eater sometimes, but he's been so nice indulging you like this. It'd be cruel not to soothe him.

"I know, baby. I know," you coo as you briefly pull off, lapping up the liquid that's gathered in his palm and doing what you can to clean his chest, too. "I'm sorry."

He whines, and you drink down the noise, meeting his lips in a kiss before he can complain about the loss of your mouth on him. Your hands, meanwhile, find their way up to grab at his chest properly. One firm squeeze is all it takes to have his hips bucking yet again, a heady sound escaping between your mouths.

Another few more and you're watching in awe as he cums untouched, choking out moans with his head tipped back in unexpected bliss. <3

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Short little PSA btw: If you as an AMAB person are not purposefully trying to lactate and you start lactating, please see your doctor. This is like exaggerated a decent bit, but generally, as I'm sure you can guess, that shit isn't supposed to happen.

Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or to use with AI technologies.

[marifilue]

It's been 7 days since my last update and I promise I'm writing something. I've been a bit slow lately and their chemistry is overwhelming, gotta take a lap once in a while. Anyway, I will gave a little snippet from chapter 8 Edge Of Mortality cuz ily all.

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Logan’s smirk faltered for a moment, his eyes flicking toward you before settling on some invisible point in the room. “I ain’t one for speeches or medals, but… you deserve it. Like you said, I keep all the bad things away from you.” He chuckled softly, the sound low and rough, recalling your jabs earlier, when you were probably half-conscious.

You blinked, puzzled by his words. “I said that?”

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk twisting into something faintly sheepish. “You don’t remember?”

Shaking your head, you chuckled lightly. “When did I said that?”

Logan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as if realizing he’d stepped into a trap. “After you woke up from the procedure. You really don’t remember a word?”

“No,” you replied, brows furrowed. “I remember waking up for a second and seeing you there, but that’s it. Everything else is a blur.”

“Well,” Logan began, his tone deliberately casual as he leaned back. “You said a lot of things you’d never say in your right mind.”

Your curiosity sparked immediately, and you leaned forward, ignoring the slight pull in your muscles. “What else did I say? C’mon, tell me.”

He shrugged, his expression perfectly neutral, though you caught a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Nothing important.”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. “Logan…”

When he didn’t elaborate, you grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at him. It landed squarely against his face, momentarily covering it. Logan didn’t flinch, just let the pillow drop into his lap, his eyes narrowing as he fixed you with a sharp, unimpressed glare.

“You know,” he said, clutching the pillow in his hand with an exaggerated grip, “if you weren’t half-dying, I’d throw this back at you. Harder.”

You grinned, a mischievous glint in your eyes, though your voice carried the weight of exhaustion. “Well, I’m counting my days. Better take the shot while you can,” you murmured, the playful edge softened by the heaviness in your tone.

Logan shifted in his seat, his expression tightening slightly. “I almo-... uh,” He trailed off taking a second before opening his mouth again, as if he's contemplating his choice of words.

“We almost lost you, y’know.” His voice was quieter than usual, but it carried the weight of something he’d been holding onto.

You furrowed your brow, your teasing smirk fading. “What do you mean?”

His hand absently clutched at the pillow as if grounding himself. “Your heart stopped. For a minute, maybe less. Felt like an eternity, though.”

You blinked, processing the words. “So… I died?” you asked, your tone casual—too casual.

Logan’s jaw tightened as he frowned, clearly not a fan of your nonchalant approach. He gave a small shrug, trying to mirror your tone. “Well, yeah. Technically.”

You tilted your head slightly, offering a small, almost apologetic smile. “M’sorry,” you said softly, though the corners of your lips twitched again as another petty joke formed in your head. “I can’t imagine what your life would look like if M'gone,” you added, chuckling lightly.

Logan’s lips quirked into a faint smile, but his amusement didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah, me neither,” he said simply, his voice low and steady as he held your gaze.

The sincerity in his response caught you off guard. You’d expected him to snort or roll his eyes, maybe throw another sarcastic remark your way. Instead, there was a serious glint in his gaze that made your breath hitch.

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Fun fact. I've been writing the whole fics using my phone because apparently, I'm always inspired to write in the most inconvenient time ever, so it's me and my notes app against the world. (each note is limited for only 3k word it drive me insane) Like I'm writing this after my 5k run. Btw thank you for your sweet comments, it means a lot to me, I'll see ya in the next chapter <3

[kimsmuse]

yunho, your bestfriend is definitely NOT yandere ♡ !!

1535 words. gender neutral!reader. warnings for perverse behaviour, manipulation, character death (sorry, dino) typical yandere kidnapping, obsession, mentions of blood.

this is more of just like warming up for me before i move into more intense plots so i apologise if it feels kinda disappointing :/ requests r open btw :D come talk to me <3

jeong yunho is not a yandere, at least that’s what he convinces himself. he just has a soft corner for you, his best friend, and that’s normal, right?

nobody could ever imagine your best friend, yunho, the one who stays eerily silent throughout the day, sitting by your side as he works on his notes, nobody even knew why he was your friend in the first place. but nobody could have imagined him being in love with you. maybe the other way around, because of the way you smiled at him, constantly were on his side, encouraged him to get out more and more but never the other way around.

let's go a spy a little on jeong yunho, shall we? because i don’t believe him one bit.

yandere!yunho who swears that he isn't in love with you, you're just another of his friends that he admires very deeply, but again, whenever he drops by your house, he finds some or the other excuse to sneak around your room, looking around as if inspecting it to know if somebody's been there but thankfully, so far he can't find he signs for an interference and steal your panties, only once or twice a month. It’s not very weird, is it?

he finds that the smell you wear is the only thing that can calm him down when he's feeling way too anxious, whether its a work issue, a final paper. you can take his mind off anything, there’s nothing bigger for him than you, but he’s so afraid to admit it. so there’s a pillow in his room sprayed with the perfume you wear and he hides it whenever he goes out, because who knows when he'd be bringing you home and he doesn't wanna creep you out. especially when there’s nothing to be scared about at all, he would never hurt you at all.

yandere!yunho who is convinced that the only reason he sees red when he sees you laugh at something mingi said is because he’s scared you'll find him a better friend tham yunho, and abandon him. there’s zero romantic feelings involved.

oh and don't get him started about the times you accidentally touch him at all. he'd write books and essays and poems on those instances because it wasn't an exaggeration when so many poets described things happening equal to the world stopping, because his does, whenever you touch his shoulder, or even at the slightest contact of your skin with his. he hates the feeling, but his denial hasn’t stopped it from happening, so he finds himself looking at you, standing in your doorway as you choose an outfit for the next day, inform you that he’s leaving because he honestly has no idea what he would do if he had to spend the night with you, he doesn’t think he has much control left, not anymore, when all you could seem to do was whine and yearn for a lover, he was right there, goddamnit.

you might think yandere!yunho is a loser, but he’s got a game with others, solid game, there’s nobody who’s ever said no to him but in front of you, he keeps on losing control of himself, losing himself. it is a blow to his self esteem that he can never even bring up the topic of his feelings, not even a bit. get a grip, yunho!

why do you make him feel this way? and why do you never feel bad for him?

at some point yunho is convinced that you're just pretending to not know anything about his plight, when you're actually clueless about it.

like how come you've never noticed the way he looks at you (because literally everybody else has, thank god they mistake it as unrequited love)

in his eyes, you’re knowingly making him lose control, edging him to the point that he just has to snap. but if you think that’s going to happen, you’re mistaken!

but all it takes for yandere!yunho to snap is this, “it feels like mr. choi constantly has a stick up his ass,” a comment by your friend, dino, (thank god mingi was sick today and couldn’t attend class) and he’s briefly sidetracked when you laugh so contagiously, his insides warm up. god, you’re so cute. but the joke wasn’t that funny, or are you that easy to please? he feels a distaste in his mouth. control, control, control, he’s always been The Calm one so why was his temper betraying him now, when he needed to control it the most? he shakes his head. just this once let him go. He makes it through the day without killing anybody. a real achievement for him.

the way dino glances at him so demeaningly has his anger threatening to spill out like an overflowing jar, but he grits his teeth, he wasn’t 17 anymore, it won’t be a juvenile case anymore.

on the other hand, you’re completely oblivious to your best friend’s feelings, no matter what he has deluded himself into thinking. and you’re into dino, the guy is funny, talented, and super cute! so when he has taken a sudden interest in cracking up jokes for you, you happily grin at him.

when you get home that evening from grocery shopping, you have a text from dino, “are you free tonight?”

and that is enough to send you giggling to pick out some clothes that don’t seem like you’ve put in an effort but still look good enough.

“my place, 8. it’s a date ;)”

uh, but, did no one teach you to sense that something is fishy when some guy you’ve been just talking to for a few days invites you over out of the blue? watch some true crime or something please.

regardless of that, you do go up to his place, just to find no answer when you knock, but when you call him, his phone is inside, so you slightly push the door, and it’s open…

another lesson is to never go into a stranger’s home on your own, you might just find your bestfriend standing over him, covered in his blood, entranced by looking at him as if he’s being hypnotized.

when you make it out in the dark, it’s too late to step out, the door creaking open would create a noise and you’re not even sure how your legs would even budge.

jeong yunho is NOT a yandere, and he made it through the entire DAY not killing anyone but the night was a different story. he was paying mr. dino a little visit when he saw his phone, his whole group chat plan of making a sextape, of making it viral and then your chat, your emojis… oh god, why do you have to be so innocent?

or were you trying to test yunho? In which case, when he wipes his face and a little blood sticks there, he thinks he’s passed.

when he looks up at you, his face is only illuminated by the streetlight coming in from the gaps of the curtains, his face glinting in the sinister light.

and you step back as he moves near you.

“are you afraid of me?” his voice makes you jump, it’s the same voice he used to say “bye, take care, see you,” just hours ago to you. “are you really? when i’m the one who loves you the most?”

“babe, look, whatever i did, i did it for you. Do you know what would have happened if i wasn’t there? something much, much worse to you, and i can’t let anything happen to you, not while i can take care of it, okay?” you nod, “and if i let him go, he would have done the same thing to someone else, and you don’t want that do you?

you shake your head.

yandere!yunho, who, under the pretext of giving you a glass of water to “calm down, ” drugs you into a deep sleep and in his defense the pill was so visible that you should have noticed! what if it was someone else? what if yunho wasn’t around to protect you! yunho, who then takes you away to some place, where that is, you would never know, was it your city? was it the south part? the view outside the window was unfamiliar to you.

yandere!yunho who is so, so, so sad whenever you bring up that he has “trapped” you here because in his eyes, this was the perfect life! after all he had done for you, the least you could do was lie a little? you didn’t even have to move a finger, everything was at your disposal, then why weren't you happy?

freedom wasn’t that important.

he doesn’t give up though, he has hope, that once you will actually look into his eyes when he's talking to you and voluntarily, without spite in your eyes for him.

he believes that you will love him, once you've realized the extent of things he's done for you and the heights he’s willing to go to.

and he promises to do whatever it takes to protect you. always and forever.

[hibiscera]

You mentioned all you can think about is Crowmoth cuddles. So. Am politely asking. For you to Elaborate. Because cuddles are awesome. Does Crane use Drury as a pillow? I imagine the moth Fluff to be, well, fluffy. Or does Drury like being the little spoon?

This actually reminds me that when I filled out that one ship meme with CrowMoth, one of my friends got very concerned about the fact that I said Drury is default the big spoon because he's too big to be little spoon now. 😭 They didn't want him to feel like he can't be held anymore..

BUT I do think Drury tends to be big spoon just because that's how things naturally fall into position with... giant moth body. But I imagine Drury DOES want to be little spoon sometimes... 🥺 Since he didn't get to have that as a human, having it as a moth would be nice.

And yeah Drury is VERY fluffy. (: It was perfect for when he was raising a child, Kitten would just fall asleep in her dad's fluff! And now he has a boyfriend who can make him a pillow too. 🥰

Thank you for this question btw here is crowmoth spooning i doodled (: (size exaggerated)

[awakefor48hours]

Ok so I’m very late to this announcement, I had to block over a thousand bots (that is not an exaggeration btw) over the course of a few months but look at that, 2.6k followers. I sometimes don’t think I’m funny but then things like this happen and I’m proven wrong. Thank you everyone. I really want shove candy in your faces (unless you’re uncomfortable with that).

I’m considering doing something for this, I really wanted to celebrate getting 2k followers but kinda too late for that now, but I can still do something for this number. I’m willing to listen to ideas any of you might have. Other than that, I love all you and wish both sides of your pillow are cool tonight.

[gangstalia]

hi hetalia fandom how are we doing Btw gangs talia au germany exists and i love him so much himaruya drew him so cunty like Boy………. hima drew his tits so defined i know the au came out like 3 months ago but i am still obsessed with germany as if his design came out 3 seconds ago???????? i really like how hima drew his whole face n hair its just aahhhbbbb i don’t know what i like about it but i know i do love it

also i said this already but HIS BODY??? his body is so tea holy shit . peep him on the top right of the first image/panel like ???? i know he’s stretching but HIS SIDEEEE👅👅👅 ouughhh he’s so big /nsx im so normal about him . and then the little page we get where he’s wet in the rain??? i don’t think i need to explain why i like it but i will Um anyway everything. let me start with his HAIR oh my God his HAIR is crave more scenes either in the anime or in the manga where his hair is down and i m so happy himaruya delivered with this many months ago and then his face OIUYGGHH there is something about germany’s constantly serious and or stern face that makes me go Crazy but in this little page specifically it does Things to my brain …… and then i think it’s obvious why i like his clothes and or body but like yayyyy i love it when his curves if you could call it that? maybe it’s not curves nvm maybe like. his muscles yeah that is a better word ^_^ i love it when his muscles are exaggerated or just shown more (e.g tight clothes/no clothes as in like a shirt off or something) and maybe it’s just cause i am very very new to the fandom so i haven’t experienc3 it yet but has anyone ever talked about how amazing germany’s legs are . like i dont expect every post to be praising or loving on germany /gen but idk if its ever been talked about and if it hasn’t then i will talk about how much i want to be crushed like that spoon america abolished with his bare hands in world stars anime but instead of americas hands and with a spoon i want it to be germany’s horribly thick thighs and with my head or just any part of me. i would let him shatter my lifeblood and very soul with those plump legs on him. and for a less vulgar explanation i would totally put a pillow case around his both of his entire legs and lay on his thighs to use them as pillows for the night. will the pillows be warm? yes. will i enjoy it thus one time? more than yes. imagine an even squishier pillow than the one u have rn OUUGHHHH i love his legs. i want him to do a wall sit/imaginary chair exercise and i will spot him by putting my entire weight on his voluptuous thighs .

also i like the smile/smug look he has on the last image it’s so cute

[prismkidd]

Hi! There was a post a while ago saying something about becoming ridiculously crazy about platonic relationships and as someone who's intensely grieving a dead fandom (this is not an exaggeration the fandom was built on it's fancreations but it was rpf and the creators ended up being horrible so now 80% of fanfictions have been abandoned) that did this exact thing, I am very invested in your ocs. Tell me more. Is there angst? Do they cuddle?? I love platonic cuddles

okay yes hello! WOW! gimme just a second i am honestly completely shocked that anyone saw my addition to that post, let alone would read the whole thing, nevermind get invested in my boys aHAH ;;

(btw i am so sorry to hear about what happened, that sucks so hard and i can really relate)

now, i am SO glad you asked bc i don't get many opportunities to gush about this to other people! the short answer is: yes to both >:)

these two are pretty much joined at the hip so there are many platonic cuddles :)

they're technically roommates oh my god they were roommates, they live in the same house so every day is like a sleepover for them! they have their own rooms, but usually they both end up sleeping in the same place, be that bitless' room, shockatee's room, or setting up camp in the living room area. bitless likes to use shockatee as a pillow all the time which shockatee doesn't mind at all. it's very comforting for the two of them!

and ohh MAN, don't even get me started on the angst bc there. is. angst. >:) sadly, those parts are pretty spoilery so i can't talk about it just yet which really sucks bc i wanna talk about it so BAD aUGHH

just know that with bitless being a zombie and shockatee being an artificial intelligence of sorts, they run into a lot of conflicts that they have to overcome so there is plenty of angst to go around for everyone ;)

i could literally talk about them until the heat death of the universe but i don't want to spoil all the surprises so with that i'll leave it here. thank you for giving me the chance to talk about my boys again! i'm gearing up to post more about them soon <3

i hope i answered your question well. thanks again, anon!

[mcx7demonbros]

Catholic!MC summoned to the Vatican (II)

Ft: Catholic!MC, Pope Gregory XVII, the Cardinals, the Demons and several side characters

Warning: mention of Catholicism

In the previous episode, after learning that you took part in the exchange program in Devildom, which the Church didn’t approve, the Pope summoned you to the Vatican. Out of obedience, you went to Rome.

PART II (part 1 here)

At the Devildom,

“We must go save MC now, or those geezers would burn them at stake.” Mammon shouted

“Yeah, just like in the anime ‘I was reincarnated as a progressive doctor, the Church condemned me as a heretic, and they tried to burn me at stake, still trying btw. But I escaped and I will bring Enlightenment to this backward world. And I will avenge millions killed by the Church.’ If we don’t do something, MC will join those millions of people.”

“Calm down! The Catholic Church hasn’t executed anyone for a very long time already, and they aren’t likely to do it again due to today’s standards. And where do you get the ‘millions executed by the Church’? You know it’s not true, right. It was our tactic to exaggerate the execution and smear their good name.” Satan was the one who calmed his brothers down

“*sigh* What did Barbatos say, Diavolo?”

“Don’t worry, Lucifer, not only they won’t harm MC, but Barbatos also saw a positive possibility.”

“Do we have permission to go see MC?”

“Yes, but you have to be careful. Vatican is where demons are weakest in Human Realm.”

“Alright, understood.”

Rome - Fiumicino International Airport (or Leonardo da Vinci - Fiumicino Airport)

Your plane landed at the airport precisely at noon. While you were turning around because you didn’t know what to do next, a priest came to meet you.

“Child, you must be MC?”

“Yes, Father. You are…?”

“Call me Padre Domenico, that’s Father Dominic in English, if you find that easier to pronoun.”

“Nice to meet you, Padre.” you shook hand with the priest

“Nice to meet you too, child. Follow me.” he smiled at you.

Padre Domenico led you to a black car, which took you to the Vatican City.

“Buona sera, Padre!”

“Buona sera.” Padre Domenico greeted two officials passing by

“Here. This will be your room. Wait for the Holy Father’s summon. It would be tomorrow afternoon at latest. If you don’t know Italian well, don’t be troubled, most people here know English or French.” the priest left you alone to settle in

“Ah, I forgot, the meals are served in the cafeteria.” Padre Domenico startled you before leaving for good.

After a few hours, it was clear that the meeting would be the next day, so you just ate dinner and went to bed.

💙💛🧡💚💘❤️💜

You felt something…many things snuggling into you.

“Grr…those geezers…the bed is too small. Can’t they buy a bigger one?”

“Get out, Mammon. I should be the one snuggle next to MC.”

“No, it should be me.”

“Oi oi, you guys are too noisy, MC will wake up.”

You opened your eyes and saw the Brothers, who fighting for the two positions next to you in bed, even though the bed was only for one person.

“MC, sorry for waking you up.”

“It’s alright, Beel.” you rubbed your eye ”Is it ok for you to be here. After all, this is the Vatican, the Holy See.”

“Of couse, it’s alright. After all, THE Great Mammon is here to protect you from those old geezers.”

“I…I…I’m here for you too, MC.”

“Don’t forget us.”

“*sigh*… alright, but please use transformation magic to turn into small objects or animal. I can’t sleep like this, the bed’s too small for all of us.”

In the end, all six of them agreed with your solution. Mammon transformed into a golden ring which you put on your ring finger. Levi turned into a small snake and then coiled around at your feet. Satan turned into a cat and laid by your side. Asmo turned into a smal rabbit and slept beside your pillow. Beel turned into a stuffed bear and slept beside your pillow, but on the other side. Belphie transformed into a cow pillow and you embraced it to sleep.

Unknown to you all, Padre Domenico was outside your room eavesdropping.

“Eavesdropping is a bad thing, is it not?”

Padre turned around and saw the mighty Avatar of Pride in demon form.

“Lucifer”

“Padre Domenico Ricci, the Pope’s Secretary and Vatican’s former Chief Exorcist.”

“My mission is to examine MC’s character and report to the Holy Father, who needs the information to prepare for the meeting tomorrow.” Padre Domenico gave an explanation to his action.

“I warn you, if you’re trying to harm MC…”

“And I can assure you we don’t intend to harm a child of the Church.” Padre made a sign of the Cross, which forced Lucifer to back away. Padre calmly walked away.

MY MASTERLIST

[spacedykez]

ypu use too much blue :///// (4 the ask game)

okay. i just need you to listen up here.

the walls of my room are painted blue. my four pillows are all blue. one of them has an otter on it btw. my jackets are all blue, my sweaters are all blue, my sneakers are blue, my snow boots are blue, my snowpants are blue. my phone is blue with a blue case. my two waterbottles are both blue. my school binder is blue. i have three blue notebooks. my headphones are blue. my glasses are blue. most of my clothes are blue. i have a hooded blanket and another smaller blanket that are blue. my pajamas are all blue. my pencil sharpener is blue. i have three vests and they are all blue. i have blue bunny ears and blue cat ears. the only reason i can't say they're my favorites are because my favorites are my rainbow cat ears. which technically have blue in them. i have a lot of rainbow things that i like. which also have blue in them.

i am not lying or exaggerating when i say that there is no time ever at which i am not, in some way, wearing blue.

the only social media i use is tumblr. which is blue. the aroace flag has blue in it. my icon is blue. my sona always wears blue. i love water which is blue. my computer background is blue. my favorite minecraft blocks are warped wood and sculk. which are blue. my favorite flowers in minecraft are cornflowers and blue orchids. i always build near rivers. which are blue. my name/color on every discord server ever is blue. my name is pacific sea otter. where do they live. the ocean. water. blue. one of my neo sets is blue/blues.

my aesthetic. is. BLUE.

also, my parents' last three cars have all been blue. that was not my choice at all but its funny lol