#the video game boom is still going

[velvetaurora245]

I love how sometimes the Tourists just stand in line for some reason, that gives them a bit of a human trait that makes them slightly less creepy in my opinion

[hydraballista]

Gets kidnapped by a surprise grandma*

This is more beginning of the game Ashley, she gets used to it near the end of the game which is so cute 😆

I hate when Novistadors explode on my face after knife finisher, Leon's mood was loosely based around that experience 😄

Not so quick digital sketch, I couldn't sleep so I decided yeah why not sketch something for a couple of minutes, resulted in 2 hours of trial and error ajdjfk

[asexualjedi]

Haha not handling the my mom is slowly dying thing very well I think. Well. I guess I am handling it out like??? I’m very functional right. But. :/ emotionally not handling it well. Which yeah no shit. But I hate being filled with regret that I don’t know more about her that I didn’t ask her more or right things down and I could have done better and now it’s to late. And u was trying to be better and ask more and then this all happened and it got worse so quickly snd it’s not fair that all I think over and over is it’s not fair and I get it it’s never fair life’s not fair. But bc of like the uhhh I don’t feel like getting into the kinda emotional abuse and stuff our relationship wasn’t good like it was like as good as it could be I guess and I hate that it only got good after all this. Like i feel horrible. Like it felt as my mom forgot more stuff she accepted more for who I was idk. Shits fucked I guess. I don’t know how my dad and alen are handling it every day it’s so hard when she’s having a good day. Like even then it’s hard bc she forgets who you are and you gotta remind her and. But. The bad days are terrible. Bc she’s so scared so I feel bad for not handling it well bc like I visit every other week bc of school right i live like an hour and a half to two hours away like. I’m not getting the brunt of it. Like I know it’s not like sadness Olympics. But. Idk haha. Anyways I think. Like you know me number one hater but I’m really going to try to focus on things that make me happy like guilty pleasure I can leave the more complex stuff for later maybe? Idk. Like. It’s also. I. Signed up for graduation bc I only went to my high school and college graduation for my mom bc she wanted me to go so I signed up for this one but I don’t think it’ll be possible. Like. Hopefully maybe this last stage can last for years with her happy if not always remembering us right. But it’s not like she can come. And I haven’t bought my cap and gown and idk if it’s too late for that bc like why go if she can’t be there. It’ll just be me. I don’t want everyone to leave her alone to come see it I don’t know what to do. And we talked she didn’t want this to mess up my life she wanted us to keep living our lives she’s the one who pushed me to get out of the house and go to law school for that reason bc I had been staying home helping her and. I just. I see her so much less now and we got so mcuh better together I just hate it. Sorry this isn’t very coherent. I just need to talk about it. It’s. Like I thought I was in a good place with it over the summer so I stoped therapy and I was. But then things just got so bad last September snd after being home for winter break and just seeing how bad it was bc I wasn’t able to come home as much bc of clinic. It really has made this semester just. Idk. I know I should not bottle stuff up I know I need to talk to someone I jsut need to like make the time. But until I get that sorted lol I have this blog. That was here for me during all the bad shit between me and my mom in the first place lmao what’s the Taylor swift song lyrics or something meme how quick the night changes idk. Idk. It’s just. Whenever I go to bed and I’m not exhausted enough to try to go to sleep it’s jsut this is all I think about. I guess at least I’m not having panic attacks about?? The after lfie and god snd religion so that therapy over the r summer did work out but. Dman.

[bbluefllame]

hcs on how I think mha characters sleep

contains: pure silly stupidness

characters: tomura shigaraki, touya todoroki, keigo takami, izuku midoriya, toga himiko, plus one katsuki hc😭

note: LISTEN GANG I WAS SLEEPY BUT I COULDNT SKEEP SO I WAS LIKE OH EM GEE!!! keigo's went out of hand 😔😔😔

tomura shigaraki

- he usually sleeps in his normal attire, he has no energy to get up and change

- sleeps 4 hrs MAX

- his thumbs are always I mean always are covered by the rest of his fingers tightly, he probably decays mattresses every couple of months by accident

- either super light sleeper or super heavy no in-between, probably doesn't even sleep most of the time

- there's no pre-sleep routine. mf just plops down into the bed and blacks out OR he sleeps in his gaming chair😭

- if you're sleeping next to him, he would make sure he's facing the opposite side with his hands dangling at the edge of the bed just to make sure nothing happens to you.

- one thing that makes him black out is playing with his hair, like blackout like snore mimimimi type shit

- he's so still in his sleep, barely moves to the point you might think he's dead if he wasn't breathing‼️

- Overall he'd be a pretty good person to sleep next to (if he even sleeps) just make sure he doesn't have nightmares or everything is done and dusted (literally)

touya todoroki

- he either sleeps naked or something that can't snag on the staples/ irritate his scars (probably naked bcs have you seen his room?? ITS EMPTY EMPTY THERES NOTHING BESIDES HIS USUAL CLOTHES)

- I give him 5-6 hrs maybe then he wakes up but on nights where he's in too much pain, he takes a shit ton of painkillers and tries to sleep just to wake up 2 hrs later

-biggest snorer out there, complete opposite of tomura. esp w those lungs of his omg.

- you could be sleeping and BOOM 🚉 SNOREEEEEE HONKKKK you need earplugs with him, then he wakes up and goes "I don't snore, fuck you mean??"

- he tosses and turns 24/7 also he will 100% steal the blanket and kick you off, at this point it'd be more comfortable to sleep on the ground than to sleep next to him

- yk those videos where it's like someone tweaking while sleeping, like they roll around steal blankets and kick and stuff and do the craziest shit, yeah that's touya

- idk if he has a pre sleep routine I'm leaning towards it depends? he usually just makes sure his scars are clean so he doesn't get an infection and yk die!

- I conclude, a horrible person to sleep next to. Would much rather kms than tolerate a night of his torture!

keigo takami

- this bitch has 2 options, blackout the second he gets home in his hero attire, or if it's a day where he has to recover from an injury or something, these specific navy blue sweatpants and a black t-shirt

- depends on the day he's sleeping either 3 hrs or 9 hrs

- he doesn't snore but he talks in his sleep about the weirdest shit ever "noooo pls don't put me in the airfryer" he 100% has the weirdest fucking dreams to ever exist

- he never sleeps on his back, literally always on his stomach so his wings don't get in the way

- also on the topic of his wings, during said weird dreams if he's running away or something they start flapping and shit😭 it'd be so annoying to sleep next to him

- he sleepwalks 100% you look at that face and tell me he DOESNT?? he's a really light sleeper as well esp for nights where he might be called in

- definitely has a pre sleep routine (if he doesn't immediately blackout) ESP if you're living tg oh em gee, he'd have a longer skincare routine than you (tbf the skincare routine is kind of obligation from him to appeal to the civilians nd shit)

- he'd have a headband on his head pushing his hair back, washing his face, using a toner etcetera, and then going "baaaaaabeeee where'd you put my cosrx snail mucin, I know you used it" and he'd be all sassy and shit (twink cough cough sorry)

- if he's having a calm day, he's being the clingiest cutest little shit, you wanna go to eat? "nooo 5 minutes" . You wanna go to the bathroom? "Ugh be quick" while he's guarding the door waiting to tackle you and drag you back to bed. He's such a little (loving) shit

- he just lays there on top of you not willing to let go with a serene expression on his face, those days are rare though (fuck the commission 😠)

- random but he has some of the worst bed head you could ever see

- overall, kind of annoying to sleep next to (funny as well) but for him, who wouldn't tolerate it 🙏🏼

izuku midoriya

- before OFA bro used to get no sleep he'd have the most fucked up sleep schedule to ever exist ‼️‼️ like during weekends no sleep at all just staying up analyzing new heroes

- w OFA he's sleeping healthily or too much with the amount of energy he uses ESP in the first seasons when he breaks his bones a shit ton

- HIS SLEEP WEAR LMAOAOA funniest thing I've seen i don't have to say anything abt it 😭 a fucking shirt w " t-shirt" on it or sumn

- doesn't snore but moves a lot, and not even kicking?? just flipping side to side or clutching the blanket like he's a woman clutching her purse in the 1800s (no one's taking it from you calm down lil bro)

- occasionally he might talk but it's like 2 words then he flips to the other side

- no pre-sleep routine but that's bc he doesn't need one, his pre-sleep routine is studying or training, BUT bro has to be like wrapping his arms and hands at night or something bcs he's in pain (his arms are fucked up there's no way he doesn't have chronic pain)

- if you're forced to sleep next to each other (insert ur own fanfic idea of why) he would be so tense he'd have his hands by his side tryna not sleep so he doesn't annoy you, at this point, you'd be annoyed by how tense he is

- he's not a bad person to sleep next to tbf, just like he might be kinda annoying that's it

Toga Himiko

- she has pink pj's and everything she's such a cutie (some have blood on them but whoops accident!)

- she sleeps with plushies (her room is adorable. search it up pleek‼️), changes the plushie every night so "every single one of them feels loved"

- she sleeps pretty healthily although on the low side 6-7 hrs prolly, she's told by compress "You're a growing girl, you need your sleep" or something similar when she wakes up too early

- she's more giggles in her sleep rather than anything, maybe whispers a name then goes teehehehe, she's pretty calm in her sleep honestly

- she has a pre-sleep routine and it's adorable, if it's in the broke era she steals face masks (specifically hello kitty ones), moisturizers, toners, face washes and skips back to the base with a smile on her face

- has 100% forced a couple of the league members to use the face masks

- has music blasting (for some reason I see her playing like a g6 and bopping her head while putting stuff on) at 10 pm, she 100% has been forced to turn it off bcs it woke everyone up

- she's such a cuddly person as well but in the best way possible, before sleeping though 100% there's gonna be gossiping or just yapping tg

overall my favorite !! silliest girl to ever exist I luv her

bonus katsuki

- bro sleeps like a Victorian child dying from the plague, waiting for a true loves kiss type shit you'd see him and go "wtf okay disney princess😟"

[suiana]

(yandere! hater x gn! streamer reader) (oh yeah we're expanding the streamer verse) (i had this idea for a while now actually, expect another streamer reader post sometime in the future)

ynsBIGGESThater: you suck 🤬🤬🤬

hvynjin (MOD): how the hell do you keep coming back i literally banned you from the stream

handsomesquidward: mod get this nobody out of here he keeps disrupting my gooning sessions

guess you should introduce who this loser is huh... anyway! hi, your name is y/n and this right here is-

ynsBIGGESThater: stop making videos u r loser!!!!!

ynslefttoe: yn can u do my math homework for me

-your biggest hater apparently.

you don't even know where he popped up from. one day you were simply streaming with your weird ass fans. then suddenly BOOM, you got yourself your biggest hater. or whatever that means.

you've tried to ban him from your streams for being a nuisance. after all, he found the need to REALLY make himself known.

ynsBIGGESThater: all of u r losers!!! stop watching this streamer 🤬🤬🤬

ynsfuturehusband: yn i love u will u maryr a broek man

ynsrighttoe: did ur ass get bigger 🤤

ynsBIGGESThater has just donated $6.90!

the thing is, he always seems to come back and you don't even know why. doesn't he hate you? why is he even giving you money if he hates you? what is he doing fighting with others in the chat?

you swear if you didn't know any better you'd have thought he was your biggest fan instead. i mean, he gets your attention by not acting like everyone else. perhaps that was his end goal? #notlikeotherboys

"haha... thank you for the donation yns biggest hater. would you like to request anything?"

ynsBIGGESThater: yes, STOP streaming.

hvynjin (MOD): thats it youre getting banned

hvynjin (MOD) has banned ynsBIGGESThater!

well, you'll wager that you get about five minutes of peace before he comes barging back into your stream. in any case, you don't really hav epeace to begin with. not with your weird viewers-

hotnrichfridgedoordaddy: Mod do you have any more exclusive pictures of my lovely darling? I'm interested in buying some.

hvynjin (MOD): yes, check the feed💲

you still don't understand why your fans like you so much. you're literally just some person! yet they've committed crimes in your name??

stalking, violence...

you're sure that this is actually some sort of cult. and you don't want to know how much they worship you.

"haha, um, yns biggest hater has been banned so let's go back to the game-"

ynsBIGGESThater: i am eating GOOD food without YOU. bet you can't eat this AMAZING food.

hvynjin (MOD): GET OUT

[emmiesoverthemoon]

that recent clip of jiyong in the suit THE ONE U REPOSTED HERE saying “great heavens” ngh it got me thinking

if u want to can u write a story for jealous kinda possessive in his gdragon personality yk, and in the end its like all fluffy and stuff and then boom jiyong comes out YOU KNOW im sorry if that was hard to understand 😞

oh u read my mind i thought the SAME THING WHEN I SAW THE CLIP… great minds think alike

۶ৎ switch up

Pairing: g-dragon / kwon jiyong x reader

Word Count: 2,842

Summary: A playful act of teasing while behind the scenes of filming the 'Too Bad' music video spirals into a night of fervent passion, only to be soothed by the quiet intimacy of love—where whispered reassurances mean more than any game ever could.

Tags: too bad mv, teasing, flirting, implied sexual content, jealousy, slight hurt/comfort

cross posted on ao3 here

The studio hummed with life, a symphony of movement and sound, a feverish pulse of artistry in motion. The overhead lights blazed, casting long shadows, illuminating the polished floor where bodies twisted and turned in a carefully orchestrated dance. The bass trembled through your bones, the rhythm a second heartbeat, but none of it—none of it—commanded your attention like he does.

Kwon Jiyong, magnetic, effortless, devastatingly precise. Every movement of his was calculated yet unconstrained, a masterful paradox in silk and shadow. But it was not the choreography or his voice that was the captor of your breath, nor the music that sets your skin alight. It was him. It was the way the grey outfit molded yet also hung loosely to his frame, the sharp elegance yet casual oversized fit of it, the thick red fabric draped over the long column of his throat, a single knot of silk conducting promises of things it has no business promising. And the tie—God, the tie.

Your thoughts spiralled into places they should not go, especially in the workplace. Heat coiled in your stomach, restless, insatiable. You wanted him–needed him, all of him, and preferably still adorned in at least some of that infernal costume.

The director called it a cut, the electricity of the scene dissolving alongside their call. Jiyong murmured something to the nearby crew, his expression composed, but you knew him. You knew the subtle satisfaction in the set of his mouth, the sharp glint of artistic fulfillment in his gaze. He moved toward his dressing room, fingers already loosening the pristine knot at his throat, loosening his collar as a result. Your eyes formed a glint also, but not for the same reason–an opportunity had arisen.

You followed behind him, your footsteps light, measured, inconspicuous in the sea of movement. When you reached his door, you drummed your knuckles against the wood, your voice slipping into honey, playful and teasing.

"It’s me! Hello!!"

A soft, deep chuckle could be heard from inside the door, then, “Come in.”

The door clicks shut behind you, sealing the two of you away from the outside world. He stands with his back to you, already peeling off the first buttons of his shirt, revealing a sliver of bare skin. And there—just above the sharp curve of his shoulder blade—the wings of his angelic neck tattoo emerged from beneath the fabric, ink-dark against pale skin. 

Your breath stuttered in your throat. It was beautiful. It was him. And you want it.

Jiyong spoke, something about the scenes you had just participated in, about the next costume change, but his words were a distant murmur, drowned beneath the rush of your own pulse. You hastily crossed the space between you, slipping your arms around his waist, pressing yourself against the warmth of his back, your forehead coming to rest between his shoulder blades. You inhaled, slow, deep, drinking him in—the faint spice of cologne, the lingering salt of sweat, the familiar scent of him beneath it all, intoxicating in its entirety.

He laughed, gentle and low, the vibration of it thrumming against your cheek. “Clingy today, aren’t we?”

Your answer was wordless. You tilted your head, lips grazing the nape of his neck in the lightest whisper of contact. A shiver rippled through him, almost imperceptible, but you felt it. Feeling encouraged, you continued—delicate kisses trailing upward, then downward, a slow, deliberate exploration. When you reached the ink of his tattoo, something inside of you shifted. Your lips lingered a little longer, the kisses deeper, more reverent, more possessive.

His exhale stuttered embarrassingly. “Baby—”

His hands, which had hung useless at his sides, now found yours, gripping them where they pressed against his stomach. His fingers tightened as you continued your exploration, mouth pressing lustful heat into his skin, your breath a warm ghost of promises. You could feel his pulse quicken beneath your lips, and the muscles of his abdomen tensing beneath your palms. Just as the moment thickened further, just as his grip on your hands turned desperate about to drag them downward toward his belt—

You pulled away. Completely.

He stilled. Slowly, he turned, pupils blown wide, expression unreadable save for the unmistakable heat simmering beneath the surface.

“That,” he murmured, panting, his voice husked with something dark and wanting, “was not fair.”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. The thrill of playing with him was too exciting. “Oh? Is that someone calling me I hear? Gotta fly!”

A muscle feathered in Jiyong’s jaw. His fingers twitched at his sides. “If you leave me like this,” he warned, “you won’t like it later.”

You form a smile so syrupy sweet and entirely unrepentant, almost knowing–wanting whatever his implication was. “Try me. See ya!”

The door closed quickly, you were gone as slyly as you had slipped in, slipping through the exit before he could touch you, before he could ensnare you in whatever delicious retribution he’s concocting.

The next scene of the music video did not require you, so you lingered at the sidelines, engaged in casual conversation with one of the male backup dancers. You could barely register the words exchanged; your mind was elsewhere, thrumming with ideas of the aftermath of your own reckless provocation, what Jiyong could possibly have in store for you. But you felt it. That weight. That heat. 

Jiyong was watching you intensely. Between takes, in the in-between moments where no one else seemed to notice, his gaze burned into you, unwavering, silent. No one paid mind to it—how? How did no one see the way he was plotting? The way his fingers curled, the way his jaw tensed, the barely leashed possession tightening his frame like a bowstring drawn taut?

Your lips curled into a smirk, you wanted to push him further. You let out a laugh, just a fraction too bright. A smile, just a smidge too wide. Subtle, but devastating in effect. You could feel the restraint in him thinning, fraying at the edges.

When the recording of the scene concluded the moment the director called it a wrap, Jiyong crossed the space in an instant, sliding into your conversation effortlessly. “Hey, what’s up?” His voice outwardly is casual, composed, but beneath it, there is something else. Something risqué.

The dancer replied excitingly, oblivious to what was brewing within him, but you know. This was no longer just Jiyong standing before you. This was G-Dragon—calculated and possessive, a predator disguising his hunger for his prey beneath a smooth smile.

He manufactured an excuse for the dancer to leave you both alone—something professional, something convincing—and the dancer nodded, bidding you farewell. When he turned away, Jiyong’s expression held no difference, but his eyes—his eyes—seared into you with quiet, lethal intent.

That look. That look he gave you could pin you to the wall.

You were in for it.

The director had called your name amongst several others as the few that were permitted to leave whenever, as the filming of your portion in the music video had come to a close. You could already feel the anticipation coiling in your stomach when you pressed a chaste kiss to Jiyong’s lips in farewell. But just as you were about to pull away, you felt him grasp the back of your neck, his grip somehow simultaneously rough and gentle, and his voice dropped an octave, brushing seductively against the shell of your ear.

“If I see you in ant items of clothing when I get home,” he purred, “it will be ripped apart. I’ll buy replacements.”

Your breath faltered. A slow, ever so consuming heat licked up your spine. 

You were utterly speechless, nodding mildly as he released you. His voice returned to normal, saccharine and adoring, “See you when I get home!”

The wait for Jiyong to be released from filming was antagonising. To look at him, anyone would be none the wiser, but you and your incessant teasing in that dressing room would not budge from his mind, he wanted to get home to you now. By the time he had finally gotten the green light to exit from the set, he was gone in an instant, the sleek hum of his car tearing through the night while probably exceeding the speed limit, each second stretching unbearably.

When he arrived home the air inside was thick with steam, curling from beneath the bathroom door in lazy tendrils, the scent of your body wash saturating the air—warm, floral, excruciatingly familiar. It clung to the walls, his skin, to the very oxygen he breathed, and to him, it was a siren’s call.

His body had moved before his mind could even form a thought, like a hunter drawn to the scent of his prey. The door creaked as he pushed it open, the sound nearly swallowed by the hiss of cascading water. The mist parted just enough to reveal the blurred outline of your form behind the glass, glistening with rivulets of heat, every curve softened by the fog.

You heard no sign of his entry at first. You were enraptured and enveloped by the sanctuary of warmth, head tipped back, water cascading down the arch of your throat, tracing the valleys and peaks of your body in a way that sparked something deeply, primally possessive within him.

The fabric of his shirt slid from his shoulders, pooling forgotten at his feet. His belt clinked as it unfastened, an abandoned artifact of his haste. By the time the glass door swung open, he was already reaching his hands, strong, deliberate, searing against the contrast of your wet skin.

A gasp, barely formed, cut off as he pulled you to him, as the heat of his body collided with yours, as his fingers splay against your back, branding you with the urgency of his need.

"Jiyong—"

But the sound of his name was swallowed between you, lost in the way his lips find the curve of your shoulder, in the way his breath scorches against damp skin. The water does little to cool the fever beneath his touch. If anything, it made the heat worse—the slickness, the slip of skin against skin, the sheer, devastating intimacy of it.

His hands tightened on the backside of your thighs and lifted with no sign of struggle. The world tilted, and suddenly, you were weightless, legs wrapped instinctively around his waist. A strangled laugh escaped you, breathless, unsteady.

"You’re insane," you whispered, but your arms were already winding around his neck, fingers threading through wet strands of hair, clinging like you never intended to let go.

A low hum vibrated against your throat, the sound edging on something dangerous, something darkly amused. "You think this is insane?" he responded, lips ghosting over your pulse, the warmth of his breath sending shivers cascading down your spine.

Unexpectedly, with agonizing precision, he unwound the tie from the costume that had lured you in the first place from around his wrist—you had not even realized that he had brought it home with him. Silky cotton glided over your skin, a whisper of constraint, looping around your wrists before you can react. His grip tightened, the smooth fabric cinching just enough to send fire licking down to your core.

Let’s just say, revenge was sweet.

After the storm had passed, Jiyong was back to Jiyong—softer, reverent, loving. The fire that once raged in his eyes has dimmed to embers, but those embers glow just as fiercely, tempered by something deeper, something achingly tender.

It was safe to say you were full of hazy bliss–you had barely registered the way he carried you from the shared bathroom, you barely felt the press of the towel he wrapped it around your shoulders and down your body to dry you from any remnants of water. His hands were careful, patient, you were something porcelain, delicate, something to be cherished. 

He tucked you against his chest, murmuring endearments, fingers carding through your damp hair. “Are you okay?” his voice was a soothing balm as he kissed your forehead.

You nodded still dazed and fading in and out of sleep. He pressed a kiss there once more. “Good.”

Jiyong smiled, padding off to make you something warm. When he returned, he settled you onto the lounge, pressing a mug into your hands before curling up beside you and turning on a show the both of you were currently binging.

Sensing a shift in atmosphere, both of the cats moved with feline intuition, their small bodies unfurling from the corners of the couch to slink into your laps. Their weight settled cozily against you, their purring was a steady, grounding, and rhythmic hum—like the soft, pulsing undercurrent of a lullaby. One nuzzled against Jiyong’s arm, its whiskers brushed against his black sleeve, but he held no reaction, odd. The other circled your legs, kneading tiny paws into the fabric of the blanket, but your focus was elsewhere.

Something was wrong.

You felt it before you saw it. In the way his chest rose and fell—just slightly uneven, the rhythm betraying the stillness of the moment. In the way his fingers traced the rim of his cup without taking a sip. In the way his gaze lingered—not on the screen, not on the cats, not on his drink, but on you. Then, just as quickly, it flickered away.

It was so subtle, so infinitesimal a shift, but you knew him. You knew him in the marrow of your bones, in the blood that rushed hot beneath your skin.

"Ji?" 

His name was a quiet call, spoken into the hush between the chatter of the television and the purring against your lap. It drifted toward him, catching on the edges of his hesitance, but he remained silent.

Your brows knitted together. Without breaking your gaze, you shifted closer, the blanket rustling as you pressed a hand to his chest—right over his heart. The beat was there, steady, but something about it felt caged. As if his body contained a rumbling too soft to break the surface, but strong enough to shake the foundation beneath.

"Are you okay, baby?"

Another pause. Then, his voice—low, hesitant. “Yeah.”

You absolutely did not believe him.

Your lips pressed together, your fingers spreading slightly over the fabric of his shirt, feeling the quiet thrum of him beneath. “Kwon Jiyong,” you scolded, holding no anger, just certainty, “please don’t lie to me.”

A slow exhale was released. A surrender.

“It’s stupid.”

You tilted your head, unwavering. “Tell me?”

A moment passed—a battle behind his eyes, a flicker of resistance, then resignation. His throat worked around the words, and when they finally came, they were softer than you expected.

“You don’t like that guy, right?”

You blinked, confused. The weight of the question was heavier than it was phrased, settling into the space between you like a stone that was dropped into a still pond.

“What guy do you mean?”

“The dancer. While I was still filming.”

For a moment, you do not speak. Your heart twisted—not in shock, not in indignation, but in something achingly tender, something fragile and utterly human. Because this was him. G-Dragon, global phenomenon, artistic genius, the man adored by millions—yet here he sat, Kwon Jiyong in his rawest, purest form, allowing something as fleeting as a passing conversation to plant a seed of doubt in his mind.

You shifted again, this time cupping his face between your hands, guiding him to you. The edges of his cheekbones fitted perfectly beneath your caring thumbs, the warmth of his skin seeping into your palms. He made no move to pull away. If anything, he leant into your touch, lashes lowering just slightly, as if bracing for impact.

“Ji,” you whispered, voice thick with care and assurance, “I am yours.” Your thumbs trace slow shapes over his skin, anchoring him to your voice. “No one else. No one could ever be as perfect for me as you are. As if I would ever let them try.”

His lips parted slightly, but no words came. Instead, his eyes searched yours, as if sifting through the syllables for any fracture, any hesitation. He found not a single one.

And then a breath, a shift. Something in him released, like the quiet collapse of tension, like a knot unspooling. His lips curved—small, a little sheepish, but real. “I love you.”

Soft kisses followed—affectionate, passionate, sweet. He pressed them over your cheeks, your nose, your lips, your hands, like he was pouring every single ounce of love he could possibly hold in his soul for you into each one. When the night ended, neither of you had made it to your bedroom, instead you drifted to a deep slumber still intertwined on that lounge, the warmth of your love wrapping you both in something safer than any blanket ever could.

thanks for reading!! :)

taglist: @petersasteria @floofeh-purpi

[wifunozomi]

💐The lads men making bouquets for their s/o💐

Requested prompt 😩

Warnings: just fluffy wholesome vibes but a bit of injuries here and there. I’m still new to the game so I don’t have all the guys personalities down. I’m so sorry😭

Caleb

- yall can’t fight me on this, this man has been gifting you any flowers he would find since YALL WERE KIDS

- like I’m talking about, daisy’s picked by hands like after he’s done playing soccer or something. Sees them and starts picking

- has a handful by the time he’s home and is just like “ here you go” and hands you a small thing of daisies and some grass thrown in there

- BIG BOI Caleb, he’s stressing

- he’s just so used to picking flowers for you, randomly. That actually making the bunch and organizing everything and the bow. BRO IS STRESSED

- He ends up making this :

- of course!!! He putting daisies in there, HE HAS TO REMIND U HES BEEN THERE SINCE DAY 1 😈

Zayne

- guys come on nowww, he watches as Caleb hands you his freshly picked daisies. YOU CANT TELL ME THIS MAN HADN’T ALREADY BEAT HIM TO IT

- I can’t see him as the type to pick any flower or a bunch, i personally think he would pick a single flower, the prettiest one for the prettiest girl🙈

- so THIS DUDE is stressing at work while trying to make this god dam bunch, is definitely doing them in between appointments

- he’s VERY much sneezing from all the pollen, bless you mi bio

- ends up making you this, with of course some candy in there 🍬 :

Rafayel

- he witnessed you admiring some flowers 1 time. BOOM inspiration!!

- originally was just planning to paint you something flowers but he realized it wasn’t enough so… PLUS it’s an art form, I mean seriously how hard can it b-

- he had to look up a YouTube tutorial.

- yes he does end up getting a cut here and there, definitely a huge mess and a bit of sneezing too by the end of it BUT he does it👐

- what he ends up with :

Xavier

- Mans was frustrated and was absolutely taking it out on the video game he was on playing

- he tried making cookies for you buuuuttt ended up causing a small ( the fire department was called ) fire

- he ends up thinking if he can’t make you food HE CAN GATHER SOME FLOWERRRSSS

- definitely the chillest of all the guys,this is like a puzzle piece to him. Absolutely vibing making this for you.

What he made for you:

Sylus

- this man buys you stuff like ALL THE TIME, he’s bought you flowers before expensive one too☝️

- BUT the twins did bring up a good point of “ we’ll have you ever made her something” He froze… like a deer in headlights🧎‍♂️

- he orders the team to gather the materials

- he starts crafting right away, pieces of things are flying everywhere. He’s using his Evol to hold things and arrange them. knowing exactly how he wanted it arranged . Luke and Kieran sit behind the couch making paper origami while the bird watches them.

- FINALLY it is done, he gets 2 thumbs up from the twins and a happy CAWK🐦‍⬛

The results :

[leviackermanstoes]

I REALLY WANTED TO WRITE SOMETHING BASED OFF OF THIS

THIS IS 'RED'

SO ENJOY.

-

You didn't have hair like Jean. Or that fiery look in your eyes. Your skin wasn't smooth, and you were full of flaws only Logan refused to see. You weren't used to being second. Of course, you had been second for tests in the mansion or second in the bonding activities. Professor x encouraged everyone to play despite their exhausted groans, and you've played video games where you've come second to Ororo or Scott.

But never had you thought you'd be second to Logan.

There were people who had warned you. That Logan was not ready for another relationship. But you refused to see the signs in his struggles, and despite all that you had heard of the love he had for Jean, you still loved him.

Now, sitting out in the grass crying to the sound of the crickets, you regretted your decision to love another chance. He swore up and down, left and right, that he didn't love her anymore.

But a blind man could see it. A deaf woman could hear it. And a fool could do both with ease.

You were-are-a fool for Logan. You were a massive fool for him, and you had been since you played eyes on him. Every night you'd go to bed dreaming of him and every morning you dressed to impress him and get his adoration. But no matter what you did, he still looked at Jean and soon you began to lose the hope you once had.

And every night as you dreamed of him, he was dreaming of her.

-

"YOU THINK IM SOME KIND OF FOOL?!" You spat, pointing sharply at Logan.

Defensively, he scowled and slammed his hands down on the dining table, Chittering the plates and forks.

"WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!" His voice boomed in the walls of the house.

"WITH ME?!" You exclaimed, your lip quivering. "YOU ARE THE PROBLEM LOGAN!"

He threw his hands by his head acting defeated. "Yeah, right, because it's never your fault, is it?" He scoffed.

Never my fault. Right. But when he woke up one night and stabbed me because he thought I had kidnapped Jean, that was my fault. When he wakes up to breakfast in the morning but it Wasn't Jean that had cooked it. That's also my fault.

It's always my fault

"NOT MY FAULT? WHEN IS IT NOT MY FAULT LOGAN?! YOU ALWAYS MAKE IT MY FAULT. WHY ARE YOU SO AFRAID TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY?!" You howled like a grieving wife.

To an outsider, it may have looked like you were screaming blue murder, weeping to the man who killed your lover. And you might have said to certain extent, the outsider is right.

"You were never there for me! Not once!"

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. After the months and months of longing and weeping, long nights of screaming and horror within you, moments when you couldn't bear to be without Logan and moments when you didn't even want to think of him. Some nights spent holding him while he sobbed her name. Hers

"Fuck you logan" you spat venom "I tried to be there for you I really did. I really fucking tried. But you are a coward. You refused to let me help you and when you asked me for help it was always for me to put on her perfume"

You almost threw up. Gripping the wood of the table as you leant on it, wood chips splintering your nails felt softer than loving Logan.

"You are so selfish!" He boomed."You are a pathetic, cowardly woman! All I want is your help!"

You slowly got off the table, with all your strength you walked for the door. "Oh your gonna leave now?!" Logan hissed

You turnt to face him. "I was really hoping I would see the best in you logan, I was really hoping that one day we could have had a family, and loved them as our own. Now I see that if we had children, while I loved them as ours, you'd loved them as yours and jean's, and I can't have that. I can't live like this. Goodbye logan. I hope I made loving me worth your time"

[mrsshabana]

Hi Mrs. Shabana!!!! I’ve had this request for a while because I’m a big fan of Gyutaro and the way you write him :D if you want, could you make an inceltaro fic and it’s established relationship too if it’s okay. Idk just daily life with him and if you feel comfortable could it be smut? (I have never requested anything before please forgive me 🤧 also I added the cat so things would be less dry I hope u appreciate this)

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥!𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ‧₊˚⋆

꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaroxfemale!reader, 18+ MDNI, modern au, Gyutaro is an incel and a demon, smut, vaginal sex, creampie ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.3k words. I know you didn't ask for a demon version of incel Gyutaro but I had the idea and really wanted to write it! I haven't written for demon Gyutaro much so I've been craving it lately. I hope you still like it tho! And tysm for the ask ♡

Your boyfriend is a really strange guy. Your friends warned you that he was a creep before you started dating, but you didn't care. You thought his social ineptitude was charming.

Sure, maybe he was a bit of a stalker before you started dating. But can you blame him? You were super pretty, and the way that you smiled at him made his knees weak.

He didn't understand how or why a woman could have this effect on him. In his eyes, women were lesser creatures designed to serve men's needs. Cooking, cleaning, sex, that sort of stuff.

Or at least that's what he learned from Reddit and 4chan.

He rarely left his room or talked to people in person so it was only a matter of time until he clung to some extremist online society. It was easier to blame everyone else for his problems instead of taking accountability for his own attitude and situation.

He was just a horny, unemployed neet that's obsessed with video games and hentai.

But one day when he was checking his mail in the mailroom of his apartment building, you accidentally bumped into him. You smiled at him and profusely apologized. It wasn't a strange or unusual encounter by any means, but for Gyutaro it was the first (if not only) positive interaction he had with a woman other than his sister. So to say it affected him would be an understatement.

He immediately got hard as he watched you walk away. Unable to resist temptation as he followed you to see which apartment unit you lived in. It was just down the hall from his.

And that's how his obsession began. He memorized your work schedule and would try to always catch you on your way to and from your apartment. Then while you were at work he'd go back to his room and jerk off until his dick was raw.

It wasn't healthy, but he didn't care.

Eventually one thing led to another and the two of you would talk on occasion. Leading to a few dates. Then boom, he became your boyfriend.

You love Gyutaro for his personality and his uniqueness. He's actually really funny sometimes and you love how much he cares about you. Sometimes it's borderline obsessive but you rather have someone be obsessed with you than not give a shit.

Plus you think he's so handsome. Maybe not conventionally attractive, but he's attractive to you. Those birthmarks on his face are beautiful, and you make sure to remind him of that every time you see him.

He'll put up a front like he doesn't care or can't be bothered, but as you kiss his birthmarks his cheeks begin to turn a light shade of pink. And suddenly he wants to lie in bed and cuddle you all evening.

He's a good boyfriend, though he has some downsides. He was often rude to other people, especially women. His apartment was a mess, he refused to clean up his hair, and his personal hygiene was subpar.

But those flaws could never prepare you for the real secret that he had been hiding this whole time.

You had to work overtime one night so you came home super late, but you really wanted to see Gyutaro so you went into his apartment, expecting him to be in his room playing video games. But no, instead you found him sitting on the living room couch with a severed arm in his hand. Casually munching down on the bloody flesh.

He looked at you with wide eyes that didn't look like the soft blue ones you had become accustomed to. Instead they were an unnatural red and green, his clear scleras now a sickly yellow.

"Um... I can explain," he muttered as he swallowed the wad of flesh.

So yeah, not only were you dating an incel but he also happened to be a demon! Just your luck, right?

You panicked and freaked out initially, which is completely understandable. But when you gave Gyutaro the chance to explain himself, everything began to make sense.

Being a demon, he can't go out during the day and needs to stay secluded as to not draw in too much attention. He was basically forced into solitude, in turn resulting in him becoming an incel. He couldn't just go out and have a normal life like a human could.

As he explained his situation, you began to feel bad for him. It really wasn't his fault that he turned out this way.

He was on the verge of tears as he tried to explain things to you. The thought of you being afraid of him broke his heart. He would rather face death than accept that you no longer love him.

So he definitely didn't expect you to be so accepting of his situation, but you were. And it only made him love you even more.

Apparently demons have been around for a very long time. And over the years they have adapted to living in a more modern society. Like how Gyutaro could change his appearance to match more of what he looked like before he became a demon. Though now that you know the truth, he doesn't hide his true nature from you.

Is it bad that you like him better this way?

Maybe it's because he can truly be himself now with nothing to hide. But you find this new Gyutaro so fucking attractive. Suddenly his less than ideal hygiene isn't so bad.

Before he met you, he would mainly target women that annoyed him. Women who were beautiful, had lots of friends, or successful careers. Sometimes he'd target men too if they sparked his jealousy. Especially if the guy was very popular with the ladies, that made Gyutaro's blood boil and they'd quickly become his next meal.

But now that he's in a happy relationship, his outbursts of jealousy aren't as bad.

Now that you know the truth, he doesn't hold anything back in the bedroom. Gyutaro will literally go for HOURS if you let him. Fucking you relentlessly, spilling load after load inside of you. He knows you can only handle so much since you're just a human but sometimes he just can't help himself.

His favorite thing is to hold you down and push his cock even deeper inside of you after he's filled you to the brim with his semen. Watching you struggle beneath him is the cutest thing in his eyes.

You claim that you need to clean up and you feel dirty, but he loves that dirty feeling. He wants to watch you writhe in the mess he's created. Just smelling his scent all over you like that drives him mad. Even after you clean it off, his scent is never truly gone because he forced you to sit in it for so long.

He's rough and sadistic during sex, teasing you constantly. Withholding your orgasm while he reaches his over and over again. You're like his human toy that he can play with as he pleases.

But when it comes down to it, he genuinely loves and cherishes you. He acts like he's in control, but if you legitimately wanted him to stop, he would. He would even get on his knees and lick the bottom of your shoes if you asked. He'd never admit it to anyone else. But for you he'd do anything.

The love he has for you knows no bounds. You aren't just his girlfriend, you're his soulmate. He's convinced of it. The two of you are so different, but maybe that's why you work so well together.

He's depraved, filthy, and disgraceful. But you love him that way and wouldn't change him for the world.

[captain-bubble-wrap]

hi babe can i request an auston matthews x reader, where reader stays over at auston’s for the first time and he gives her one of his tee’s to sleep in and it’s so big that it swallows her and auston just loves it and becomes obsessed with her wearing his clothes?🤭🫣

— i love your writing and thank you for continuing to bless me/us with papi content💞

I hope I've given you what you wanted, bby! 🥹🥹🥹 And always happy to write Auston stuff! 🩷🩷🩷

"You're welcome to stay the night, Y|N. I don't think the storm's going to pass anytime soon, but it's up to you."

You were sitting cross-legged on the sofa, scrolling through your phone at pictures that you had taken from tonight's game. You hadn't even taken into account the storm raging outside Auston's house until he had said something about it. Sure, you had heard the booming thunder, but it was comforting background noise, and you were also reviewing videos you had taken of Auston, so your mind was obviously elsewhere.

"What, sorry?"

Your expression made him smile, like he had caught you doing something you shouldn't have. "Whatcha doing over there?"

"Absolutely nothing! Definitely not cringing at the amount of space you're taking up in my gallery!"

"Oh, is that so?" His smirk was dangerous as he crossed the room to you, wasting no time pinning you against the sofa. "You wanna show me?"

You were laughing, feigning helplessness against him laying over you like he was. "Show you what?"

"Uh-huh, right!" Playfully, he tried to take your phone from you, but you pressed it against your chest. "Saving them for later, are we?"

You blushed, even though he wasn't right. It was the mere implication of what you were going to do with them that made you embarrassed. "Pfft! No!"

"Riiiight," he teased, pulling himself off of you, leaving you laying there, still giggling.

"What did you say though?" You asked, finally dragging yourself back to a seated position. "I honestly didn't hear you."

"I asked you if you wanted to stay because of the storm.”

You were slightly taken aback by what Auston had proposed. Not in a bad way, but that he didn't mind having you stay. "You don't care?"

"Of course not. I don't really want you out in this shit."

"Or you don't want to take me home in it?"

Auston gave you a side-eye before he cracked, "Hey now, I didn't say that!"

You'd wink as a reply, “I don't want to get out in either, so if you don't mind me staying, I wouldn't say no."

“You’re more than welcome to. Now, I don’t think any of my sweats would fit you,” he laughed. “But I’m sure I’ve a t-shirt you could wear.”

“Oh, okay, thanks.”

Auston gave you a soft smile after seeing you yawn, “You wanna go upstairs?”

“Yes, please.!”

Auston would wait until you got up to move, “Not I’m curious how you’d look in my pants. Let me clarify what I said earlier.”

You snorted, “That’s quite the thought! I could probably get both of my legs in one pant leg!”

“Heh, you probably could!”

- - -

Upstairs, you’d sit on the edge of his king-sized bed, legs swinging while he took an extended amount of time just looking for a t-shirt. You had no idea what was taking him so long, unless he was looking for one that wasn’t from a designer brand, to which you couldn’t blame him. Auston was the first guy you’d ever be with who cared so much for his appearance and how he styled himself. It was refreshing and fun to have someone who enjoyed fashion and things like that, though sometimes you felt like you always had to match his energy or else you felt frumpy and out of place.

“Here, I think this one should work.” He said as he handed you the purple shirt. “If you’re not warm enough I’ve long sleeves and hoodies.”

“I’m sure this is fine. Thanks!” After thanking him, you’d slip into his ensuite bathroom and change your clothes.

You had to keep yourself from laughing, seeing yourself in the large mirror. The hem of the shirt was at your knees, and the intended short sleeves were now past your elbows. The whole time you were folding your clothes, you were trying to muster the courage to go back into the bedroom. For whatever reason, you felt embarrassed by how you looked, even though it was just to sleep in -- this wasn’t clubwear. Eventually, you’d shuffle back into the bedroom, yearning for sleep. When you got back into the room, you’d find Auston not there. You weren’t sure where he had gone, so you just kind of stood there, rocking back and forth on your feet until he came back.

“My god, you’re adorable,” Auston said, wandering back in from his walk-in closet, which took you by surprise.

“Oh?”

“You look so little,” he laughed, stepping up to you. “It’s a cute look. I wouldn’t be upset if you ‘borrowed’ a few things of mine if you look that cute wearing them.”

“Ha, like borrowed without the intent of giving the back?!”

“Pretty much that, yeah,” his smirk flashed deviousness before it softened. “C’mon, I’ve kept you up long enough. Do you want to stay in here with me, or one of the guest rooms?”

You looked at Auston softly, “I’ll stay with you.”

He smiled upon hearing your quiet voice, “I’ll warn you: if I get you in my arms, I won’t let go until the morning.”

[vicolette]

Clueless Genius !

– A/N : ugh that picture of him doing Iñigo's celebration is driving me crazy!!

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n & pet names, not proofread

"Do y’all think he's dating someone?? Like that one marketing intern"

This mere comment broke the internet within just a day as many, many people (specifically culers) began to analyze every single video that the official FC Barcelona account had posted. The aspects were inspected down to a T and in just one sentence: Lamine was in love.

It didn’t take a genius to see that the teenager was trying to impress someone behind the scenes, showing off his muscles at any given opportunity or cracking a few jokes more often than not. The question only was, why it should be the new marketing intern, who had been working there for just two weeks now.

Well, that was a bit more complicated, yet it was no secret that whenever Lamine had a game, he would look at the stands and search where the staff were. During training session, his gaze would occasionally get drifted away and his attention was no longer on the ball, but on the intern – you.

And today was the day, when everybody could see what was happening behind closed doors.

'BOOM! Exploding Balloons Challenge With Lamine and Kounde!'

"Alright, are you guys ready?" The man behind the camera asked, namely Adam, who was going to film the video. While Jules was as determined to win yet relaxed as ever, Lamine had some struggles with his outfit, or rather his jersey.

"No, it looks weird." He muttered as he looked at the mirror that you were holding up, but Adam had already begun to film by accident. Before he could stop the camera from taking the scene into view, Lamine spoke up again. "Y/n, be my savior."

A sigh left from your mouth at his demand, nonetheless placing the mirror down and getting a bit too close for comfort. Kounde raised his eyebrows at the sight, taking in how nonchalant you were doing this.

In comparison, Lamine was a blushing mess with even the tip of his ears being red, a nervous smile on his face as he tried his hardest not to giggle at how observant you were. You have immediately spotted what the mistake was, whereas the other two didn’t even bat an eye.

"There you go." It was only the collar of his jersey that was somewhat worn confusingly weird (in Lamine’s style), even though nobody would look twice at it. Your eyes inspected whether or not anything else was wrong with him, firstly now noticing his awkward grin. "You good?"

"Mhm. Thanks, sweetheart." A dramatic gasp left from Adam's mouth before he excused himself, although Jules had the very same reaction – eyes wide, lips parted and his mind froze for a second.

"Oh, okay..?" Kounde looked at you up and down, taking in how you looked a bit flustered by the pet name, yet he couldn’t really blame Lamine. It was clear that he has had feelings for you now, but that you two were together, as in being a couple, was bizarre.

"You're crazy." You said after a while, stepping away from him to finally let the video be taken. Adam nodded in response, still in disbelief, yet he firstly then was reminded that he didn’t pause just yet and instantly turned of the camera.

And now, as the video was taken and the media saw the clip, since Adam had 'somehow' mysteriously forgotten to delete the scene, everyone went wild.

"Do you think it was a bad idea?" Lamine asked, his phone buzzing with notifications from his friends and teammates after it was uploaded, yet his attention was rather on your answer.

However, when instead of assuring him that it was a brilliant idea and that no one else could have come up with that, you nodded your head. His ego was already big enough for dating someone so smart and pretty and (whatever other compliment he'd give you daily) – Lamine didn’t need anymore confidence.

"Well, I think it was very important."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

– A/N : the physics exam was más or menos bien (so fluent in Spanish🤞🤞)

[vinnyvamppp]

DMC HEADCANONS ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

Note: no one asked for this, I’m doing this to partially cope after the anime AND because I’ve been putting off posting about other fandoms. This series was my fixation in middle school!

Warnings: Both SFW and NSFW headcanons.

Featuring ⭐️: Dante, Vergil, Nero, Trish, Lady, and Nico

(Love these hotties)

🔥 DANTE SPARDA — SFW HEADCANONS

Sleeps with the TV on. But not out of laziness. The sound helps keep the silence from creeping in. After losing people close to him, silence started to sound like a threat.

(BEFORE DMC3) Still keeps the amulet that was given to him when they were kids, even if he pretends he doesn’t care. It’s shoved in a drawer somewhere, scratched up and dull. He checks on it sometimes without realizing.

Bad with names, great with faces. He’ll never remember a demon’s name, but if you helped him once five years ago, he’ll offer you pizza like you're family.

Flirts to deflect, especially when conversations get serious. Ask him how he feels about Vergil now, and he’ll make a joke about being the prettier twin.

Secretly plays guitar. Bluesy, slow stuff, never in front of others. It’s the one thing he does that reminds him of Eva, their mom, who used to sing.

Orders every single pizza “extra extra cheese” and then yells “THIS ISN’T EXTRA ENOUGH” at delivery guys like a diva.

Thinks Bluetooth is a demon and refuses to use AirPods. “Not putting that demonic soul-sucker in my ear, thanks.”

Has definitely been banned from multiple karaoke bars for screaming Bon Jovi.

Believes Febreeze can exorcise a room. “Smells like demon ass in here—psh-psh-psh—boom, purified.”

🔥 DANTE SPARDA — NSFW HEADCANONS

1000% a giver. His whole thing is making you feel good. He wants the moans, the praise, the squirming. He's in it for the show as much as the finish.

Loves messy makeouts, hands all up your shirt, your thighs, your hair. He’s tactile and insatiable once he knows you’re into it. He's a physical lover through and through.

Very vocal. Expect dirty talk, playful teasing, even praise if he sees you’re into it. "Damn, look at you… you gonna take all of me like that, sweetheart?"

Has a thing for being interrupted mid-fight — blood pumping and adrenaline high — the way you grab him after a mission? Game over.

Secretly really into overstimulation. Let him go down on you and he won’t stop after one. Not even after two. He wants to hear you beg.

❄️ VERGIL SPARDA — SFW HEADCANONS

Sleeps with a sword near him at all times. Not out of fear, but control. He’s haunted by how powerless he once felt. It’s a comfort, like a knight sleeping in his armor.

Reads philosophy and poetry, especially existentialism and epic poetry (Dante’s Inferno, obviously). There’s a tenderness in the way he marks lines he resonates with, even if he denies feeling emotions.

Still can't eat spicy food and it infuriates him because Dante can. Vergil sees it as a personal failing and won’t admit it.

Feels guilt in quiet, invisible ways, like sharpening Yamato longer than necessary when he’s trying not to think about Nero.

Watches over Nero without ever speaking, perched on rooftops or standing in crowds, making sure his son is safe from a distance. One day he might say something. One day. (He didn't)

Once walked into a glass door at a museum and then blamed it on “human architecture” being flawed.

Has no idea how phones work. He will stare at it like it’s a cursed artifact. If you call him, he just glares at it until it stops.

Thinks memes are witchcraft. You show him a cat video, and he whispers “unholy.”

Talks like Shakespeare but accidentally texts in all caps because he doesn’t understand keyboard functions. "WHERE IS THE SWORDSMITH? —VERGIL"

❄️ VERGIL SPARDA — NSFW HEADCANONS

VERY INTENSE, usually controlled, and most times dominant. He wants to undo you with precision. One look and you know you're not walking tomorrow.

Loves edging. You think you're close? No, no. He’ll stop, pull back, whisper “Not yet.” He wants absolute surrender before you come.

With a low, deep voice in your ear. “You will remember this.” And oh, you will. He doesn’t raise his voice, he commands... quietly. Its more empowering when it looks like you're hanging on his every word.

Biting kink. Absolutely leaves deliberate marks on your neck, collarbone, thighs. Something primal seeps out when he’s really into it like he’s barely holding back something feral.

Soft aftercare king but won’t admit it. He’ll bring you water, clean you up, brush hair from your face, but if you mention it, he goes cold again like “You imagined it.”

⚡ NERO — SFW HEADCANONS

Listens to rock music to pump himself up, but secretly loves sad indie ballads. He blames Kyrie for that influence but totally listens on his own when no one's around.

Has a growing book of sketches; not very good ones, but they're of people he meets, things he’s seen, battles he’s survived. His version of a journal.

Picks fights with Dante as a love language, he doesn’t know how to be soft around him yet, so he pushes instead of pulling.

Low-key terrified of Vergil. Not because he thinks he’ll hurt him, but because he doesn’t know how to be around a father he never had.

Still visits the orphanage where he grew up — drops off supplies, fixes things. The kids call him “Nero the Hero” and he acts annoyed, but he’s there every week.

Says “I’m not mad” before launching a full boss fight.

Gets into fights in grocery stores over the last energy drink.

Cannot cook. Like at all. He set ramen on fire once.

Tries to roast Vergil but ends up roasting himself. "Nice coat, Dad. What is that, from the 1800s? ...Wait."

⚡ NERO — NSFW HEADCANONS

Hotheaded, passionate, and a little desperate. Once he’s got you, it’s on sight. He kisses like he’s mad at you for turning him on so much.

Loves using the Devil Bringer arm. The strength, control, and precision. He’ll pin your wrists, grab your thighs, lift you effortlessly. He’s all about power-play with a needy edge.

Gets flustered when you dirty talk back. You whisper “Harder” or “Don’t stop” and his brain shorts out. “F-Fuck, yeah—okay—”

Breathplay curious. Let him wrap a hand around your throat just enough to own you, and he’s done for. Bonus if you scratch his back! leave marks and he’ll melt.

Rough first, soft later. The first round is pure chaos. The second is slower, sweeter, forehead kisses, murmured “You okay?”s while still buried deep.

🔫 LADY (a.k.a. “Hot Girl With Too Many Guns”)

Carries snacks in her weapons bag. Like… actual snacks. Pulls out a granola bar in the middle of a demon fight. “Low blood sugar’s a bitch.”

Gets into bar fights on purpose. Because she was “bored.” You once walked in on her arm wrestling a demon bartender while yelling “NO MAGIC, YOU COWARD!”

Her lock screen is a meme of Dante crying. She updates it regularly.

Steals your clothes. Not in the cute “wearing your shirt” way. In the “You blinked and your entire wardrobe is gone” way.

Calls Dante ‘Uncle Dumbass.’ Refuses to explain why.

She’ll flirt with you just to make you flustered. “Nice shirt. Would look better on my floor. Just saying.”

Insists you two do “girls night” once a week. Which includes tequila, target practice, and her psychoanalysis of your love life.

Once brought a demon home like a stray cat. “He looked cold.” You had to exorcise it while she ate chips.

🔫 LADY — NSFW HEADCANONS

Power top energy. Period. She’ll pin you, ride you, boss you around and you’ll love every second of it.

Has a thigh kink. Yours, hers, anyone’s. If you’re sitting on her lap? That’s her weakness.

Gets off on control! Holding your wrists, making you beg, watching you squirm. She wants to hear you say her name.

Bit of a tease. Will whisper things in public just to make you flustered. “Wanna know what I’m not wearing under this coat?”

Loves risky locations. Back of the van, gun locker, office chair — if she knows someone might hear? She’s into it.

🦇 TRISH (a.k.a. “Lightning Mommy With Issues”)

Does NOT understand human social norms. “Why are people afraid when I teleport behind them and say ‘Boo’?”

Genuinely thinks her and Lady are in a buddy-cop movie. Narrates your life like it’s an action trailer. “One half-demon. One lightning goddess. One confused bystander (you).”

Spends an unhealthy amount of time perfecting dramatic entrances. That thunderclap wasn’t random. She planned that.

Knows she’s hot and uses it for discounts. She once got you free sushi because she winked at the manager and called you her “mortal consort.”

Terrifies Siri. Her phone won't answer when she says “Hey Siri,” because it’s scared.

She’s always touching you. Hand on your lower back, brushing your hair, whispering “You look delectable today.” Yes, she’s doing it on purpose.

🦇 TRISH — NSFW HEADCANONS

Wickedly sensual. She moves slow, talks dirty in that low velvet voice, and knows exactly how to wreck you mentally and physically.

Can literally shock you in bed. Soft, teasing jolts across your skin, building anticipation. It’s like being edged by electricity.

Dominant with a worship kink. She wants you to beg and praise her. Call her a goddess and she will absolutely lose control. (Like… why wouldn’t you anyway? It’s Trish.)

Loves lingerie. Like, expensive, scandalous stuff. She wears it under her regular clothes just to catch you off guard.

Aftercare queen. The moment it’s over, she’s stroking your hair, kissing your forehead, whispering affirmations like “You did so well for me, sweetheart.”

Likes to “charge” your kisses. Literally. You get a tiny shock every time she kisses you. She finds it hilarious. You are currently plotting revenge.

Will fight Lady over who gets to sit next to you in the car. Every time. “Shotgun.” “Trish, we’re in your car.”

💀 NICO SFW HEADCANONS

Her purse is just a gun holster with a stick of gum and a Zippo lighter. Don’t ask where her wallet is. She hasn’t seen it in three weeks.

Can hotwire anything. Car, vending machine, coffee maker. You left her alone with your smart fridge once. It now plays Cowboy Bebop.

Once made a gun that shoots glitter “for the aesthetic.” She immediately regretted it when she couldn't get it out of her cleavage for a week.

Smokes inside even when you beg her not to. “Babe, if the demon smoke ain’t killin’ me, this lil ol' cigarette won’t either.”

Has definitely said “I could fix him... or build him better” while actively building a flamethrower.

Will slap your ass in public like it’s nothing. Then laugh like you did something wrong.

Flirts like she’s got nothing to lose. “Damn, sugar... If you weren’t already mine, I’d make you fall for me all over again.”

Will crawl under a car covered in oil and then immediately kiss you after. "What? A little grease never hurt nobody."

Insists on pet names like “darlin’,” “sweet thing,” “hot stuff,” and “my little walking distraction.”

Will try to build you a mech-suit for your birthday. It does not work, but you now have a flamethrower built into your heels.

💀 NSFW NICO HEADCANONS

She’s a filthy talker. Southern drawl, low voice, right in your ear. “Damn, baby, look at you… all wrecked and whimperin’ f’r me.”

Will wreck you with her hands. She builds weapons for a living, what did you think those fingers could do? (I’m on freak timing 🙄)

Gives the messiest head in the business. Spit, moans, eye contact, and she doesn’t stop until you scream her name. “You keep squirming like that, baby, and I might let you come.”

Big dom energy with chaotic switch moments. One minute she’s got you tied to a workbench, next minute she’s whimpering with her legs shaking, begging for more.

Has definitely banged you in the back of the van. More than once. With the windows down. “Hey, if the devil’s watchin’, he oughta learn a thing or two.”

Aftercare is a whiskey shot and her wiping you off with her bandana. “Ain’t nothin’ cleaner than the bandana. Trust me, it’s vintage.”

[audliminal]

It's Just a Game, Right? Pt 3

Masterpost

"You still good?" Sam's voice crackles through the walkie talkie, as Danny flies erratically through and rooms. Danny ignores it for the moment, focusing on his current task. Their distraction plan had certainly worked, but now Danny has to maintain his balancing act, keeping the giw agents engaged without actually getting himself hurt. "Danny?" Sam asks again.

"Real great timing, Sam." Danny mutters, changing his tragectory to straight up. He's on the roof in moments, and allows his body to slip back into tangibility without dropping his invisibility.

"I'm getting a workout for sure, but they haven't hit me yet." Danny says, the moment he has the walkie talkie in hand.

"Good." Sam's relief is clear. Sam was the least enthusiastic about this arg idea from the start, but this current plan, with Danny acting as a distraction had driven her almost frantic with frustration. "We're almost done filming, so you can probably start trying to lose them. And let us know if you need help."

"Yeah? What, are you gonna go ghost and come distract them too?" The joke comes out a bit harsher than intended and Danny immediately winces. "Sorry. Sorry that was supposed to be a joke."

Sam doesn't immediately respond and Danny hears footsteps on the stairs, so he jams the walkie talkie back in its holder and takes off, making sure to fly away from where his classmates are working.

Moments after he drops back into intangibility, the door to the roof slams open and three giw agents rush out, already taking shots in his direction. By now their strategies are familiar though, and Danny is already making evasive moves as he flies off.

"Straight lines are boring anyways," he snickers, dipping down, so he can fly directly through the floor of another building, and then shooting straight up for a moment before continuing on. "Though it would be nice if their damn sensors could stop improving..."

On the other side of town, Danny's class has just finished recording footage of their school with untreated tech. Tonight, Wes and Tucker will start adding the dozens of layers of encryptions and hidden messages that they've been layering their project with.

A surprising number of people have already followed their channel, but so far they've only broken through around two layers of the content they've posted, and certainly haven't even come close to finding the encoded file drops, where they've actually hidden the bulk of the information.

That's the reasoning for this latest idea. As far as the plot of their series so far, the green-tinted, garbled footage won't make any sense. So, if they can get this out there without getting caught, it might help queue the people investigating their videos to dig a little more in search of an explanation.

"Halt, ghost scum!" The booming voice below Danny is immediately recognizable as his dad, and he just rolls his eyes and groans, without slowing. The good news about his parents joining the hunt is that they'll likely distract the giw's own efforts. But it also means they're gonna be extra annoying when he gets home tonight. It's the kind of trade-off that Danny will take every time, but he reserves the right to be annoyed by it.

Danny's parents, like everyone else, are far from happy with the giw's occupation and quarantine of Amity Park. Jazz should be heading off to college in a matter of months, but instead she's going to be stuck here. Jazz hadn't even bothered sending off applications this year - a matter than had been the target of much distress by their parents, and the first thing that got them to really stop and think about what the giw were doing.

Recently, they'd even considered shutting down their portal, but unfortunately that had proved more complicated than would be reasonable. So ghosts continued to drift through, and Danny continued to swiftly catch them before the giw or his blundering parents could show up to cause problems. Most days he managed to get the ghosts captured and himself out without serious injury but, well, even if his parents had stopped developing new weapons, lately, the giw had only ramped up their efforts.

And Danny was stuck in the middle of it all.

"We're done and out, Danny. Please tell me you haven't gotten yourself hurt." Sam's voice comes through again, startling Danny away from his thoughts. He glances back behind him, and is relieved to see no signs of chase behind him.

"Yeah, we're good. My parents showed up with some real clutch timing. Maybe if we're lucky, they crashed into each other and they're out a vehicle or two."

"Yeah, if we're lucky." Sma laughs. "Meet up at the arcade?"

"Sure thing." Danny says, ducking into a nearby store and dropping his ghost form safely in the bathroom.

[phighter-kisser]

OH MY GOD THEY OPENED 30 SECONDS AGO WAOOHHH OK!!

may i PUHLEASE have a griefer x reader x hatred drabble!! my two incredibly Hateful girlfriends who love me teehee

oughh the toxic and hate-filled malewives not being subtle are we pp /silly

my first thought was headcanons but seeing drabble part made the cogs in my head turn,, these two,,, they're just cats,,, they get along one moment and hate eachother the next

i used he/they for hatred btw I DO NOT KNOW THIS GUYS PRONOUNS HELP??

this was nice.

snuggled between your partners, rain clattering against the window as the jungle leaves rustled outside from the wind.

your hand on griefer's thigh while he was sitting up and playing video games, occasionally mumbling and cursing under his breath, and hatred's arms around your waist, their breath warm against the skin of your neck.

the emotion's normally snarky demeanor was snuffed for the time-being, instead humming lazily as he peppered kisses across your skin, occasionally teasing you by dragging a tooth across your flesh, making you jolt in response. jerk.

"th3s3 d4mn kids k33p fuckin' up my high sc0r3," griefer complained, his red eyes narrowing at the screen, practically seconds away from tossing his controller across the room and then shattering it with a hammer.

"sucks to suck, babe." you replied, giving his thigh a small reassuring pat, refusing to open your eyes, even when griefer let out a confused sound - as if you didn't understand how hard this was for him. to be beaten by literal children in a game.

"wh4- B4B3! C'M0N!" he felt like dying instead, trying to figure out how to get you to sympathize with him and his ever-growing losing streak.

hatred smirked at the small back-and-forth between you both, his tail lashing against the beanbag before reaching over and just plucking the controller right out of griefer's hands and tossing it carelessly aside.

griefer looked absolutely dumbfounded, his glasses practically falling off his face. he covered his face with his hands, falling back against the beanbag with a loud groan of annoyance.

you simply shrugged at his over-the-top display, simply wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close, feeling how his body seemed to tense at the sudden touch before ultimately relaxing. if he was a cat he'd be purring by now.

the whole world seemed to quiet down. the three of you just wrapped in eachothers arms. in this nice safe bubble that you three had built.

"GAME!" boomed from the tv, a sudden reminder of the game still going on and the many chat messages of people telling griefer to 'do something'.

it earned a small snicker from you and a loud laugh from hatred. griefer was less than amused.

yeah, you'd do this again any day.

[weebsinstash]

I know it's dumb but I keep thinking about the whole applemedia x reader soulmates idea but it occasionally drifts into "what if they're not poly or ever become it over time BUT they're chill with sharing you BUT for the rest of forever they keep being super competitive over your affection" type shit and. Just.

Imagine Lucifer getting you pregnant and you think it's this, one time thing because, oh wait yeah he's the Devil, that makes sense, and he's lording over the other two that you and him are gonna have a baby, that now he has this extremely special connection to you and there's a piece of you and him now, and maybe you had wanted to be a parent anyways so they also see how happy it makes you

Then the new tiniest Morningstar is born and, you know what? Vox and Alastor ARE jealous. They're just. Forced to third wheel watching you and Lucifer with your new baby and, of course they still get included in things too, but... they hold your baby and suddenly they're painfully aware they can't have one with you, which starts to suck when spending time with you and Lucifer's baby makes THEM kinda want a baby of their very own too 🥺👉👈 they can't help it that your baby is a piece of you and it's just so cute and precious to them and they wanna love and protect it forever

I just started thinking about. The scenario being that everyone just assumes you got pregnant because Lucifer was the father but it turns out to actually be, either soulmate magic or whatever or, you as the mom have this unique special power and, thus. You get knocked up again by one of the other ones. Imagine sitting there in the OBGYN having your magic ultrasound and whatever and Lucifer finds out he's not the dad. It's less anger and more shock, confusion

I keep thinking of cute scenarios, like... you and Lucifer have your little baby and like months and months later Alastor is watching you cook at the stove with the baby in a sling as you talk to them and kiss the top of their little baby head and, it makes Alastor feel all warm and tender and sentimental, watching you be a little homemaker with your little baby, cooking a delicious hot meal... and then later that night you're just so tired from working so hard all day, and he's all too happy to tend to you now, pampering you, getting you whatever you please, leading to some cuddling, which leads to... other things...

Boom. Pregnant again. Everyone thinks it's Lucifer's until the first prenatal check up where it turns out to very obviously not be his. Vox is jealous in a very "well why them and not me" kind of way but he's also a sort of "ugh, snot nosed kids" kind of guy and tries to maintain a facade that, actually he's just so based and cool being the only one who ISN'T a dad

...until one day you're walking around your living space and you poke your head into a room and, there's Vox, showing some or his trading cards to you and Lucifer's daughter because she liked the pictures and he's answering all her little questions of 'what do these ones do'. In another instance, Vox achieves the most personal victory over Alastor by getting his and your son into video games and you walk in and your little boy is in the tech mogul's lap with the controller in his hands, "so then I use this one, right?" "Well, I dunno, remember what I taught you about the type system? I dunno if that one would work very well, little buddy" and you're just, melting a little, and you talk to him about it later, how you've noticed him bonding with the little ones, kind of teasing him a little bit about, 'is he going soft', 'wouldn't he want a little boy or girl to run up to him all 'Daddy this level is too hard can you help me beat it'' and stuff like that and, maybe he's even 🥺 insecure. He doesn't really have much experience with this kind of thing. He's not Lucifer or Alastor and, what if you don't think he's a good dad? What if his kid doesn't like him? What if he messes up and you hate him 🥺

So of course maybe you're even a little baby crazy because you know he wants one and, you might joke a little that, "it's only fair each of you gets at least one right :)". But. Then. Boom you're pregnant but, different! Cause now it's twins and Vox is gloating to the other two about 'his magic cock' and. They're both just. Almost like little kids, it flips this switch in them like, "well why does Vox get TWO kids, that's not fair 🥺"

You could still be in the delivery room holding little Gas Pedal in one arm and Radiator Fluid in the other and you're just watching the three of them, "well, I've wanted another baby for a while! I was just... being patient!" "You snooze you lose, asshole!" "Well there was never any formal agreement upon stopping at just one child each, so-" "oh, oh what, so you're both just gonna make another kid just to get one over on me? You're so petty, fuck both of you!" "Pettier than you having twins to beat us?" "That doesn't even make sense!" "Oh, so you admit it WAS out of your power then?" "Oh fuck you!"

You're just looking into the camera like you're on The Office because you've already endured several years of them being like this and you suppose This Is Just How Your Life Is Going To Be Now. Your new horny chaotic loud obnoxious lovable life as you now have to convince these three not to turn your body into a clown car as their baby fever and competitive edge spirals out of control forever and ever

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Y'all, Freefall Gambit is so good 😩❤️‍🔥 Loved the return of Onychinus Sylus! He was aura farming so hard in this card, I had to restrain myself from audibly fangirling ijbol. I do feel like this card is sort of preparing us for the upcoming branch, where we'll most likely see alot more of this type of stuff and of this particular dynamic of SylusMC. Of being on opposing sides. Lots of angst and potential for drama, as well as self reflection and growth on especially MC's part.

My sole complaint is that Sylus isn't wearing the suit from the illustration ＿|￣|● I love his Onychinus fit as much as the next person but man... that suit... I will cry if they intend on forever gatekeeping it.

Because I want to avoid spoiling anyone that doesn't have the card yet, I've decided to write down some of my immediate thoughts below the cut.

Let's get the angsty predictions out of the way first – these lines set my alarm bells off. I feel like they are foreshadowing that something of Sylus' will indeed get taken or lost. Or rather someone. That someone ofc being MC, his most precious treasure.

I'll admit that these would not have alarmed me had it not been for certain lines in Sylus' birthday event and in Greedy Heart. I go into why exactly those lines make me uneasy in the linked post, and I just feel like the above ones further reinforces my theory. Call me paranoid or angst obsessed, but I predict pain for both SylusMC and for us in the main story, perhaps even in the coming branch.

On a similar note, just as how Sylus' vulnerability and fear (MC, and MC getting hurt or worse respectively) has been brought up more than once recently, so has MC's. Namely, that Sylus will get caught and put away, or become weak. We see these fears in Valleydream Bloom and in this card, as well as in Where Hearts Live. So things might be building up exactly to that.

I thought it was interesting how MC specifically mentions that the Association have Evol suppressing equipment. Which leads me to believe that said equipment could potentially be used against Sylus at some point to subdue him (provided of course that Sylus' powers are indeed Evol and not demonic/draconic based, but that is an eventual topic for another day). Idk but something tells me that Sylus will get captured whether willingly (most likely) or unwillingly. After all, we do see Sylus behind bars in the music video to Visions Opposées.

Could it be foreshadowing or just a neat visual? Only time will tell.

Me personally though, I am leaning towards the former, and I can see both MC's and Sylus' fears coming to fruition. Maybe even in a connected way (MC gets kidnapped and/or hurt and Sylus jumps in to save her but gets weakened or subdued in doing so, or Sylus gets captured by the Association, MC gets gravely injured trying to save him and maybe in the process triggers Sylus' dragon form and with it MC's memories? Boom. Several birds one stone. Helluva plotline imo)

What I still don't believe will come to pass however is either of them perma dying. This is an otome gacha. The main character nor LI can't die, especially not in a game as young and fresh as Love and Deepspace. So on that front I am not at all worried. Doesn't mean the angst we do get won't hurt a lot, though. But that being said, SylusMC will persevere in the end. Trust. Neither will let the other get torn away from them. Either will move heaven and earth to bring their lover back come what may.

Moving on...

I thought this was a nice callback to Sylus' anecdote

Here Sylus is revealed to actually be a sort of deepspace Robin Hood. We stan.

And the crowd cheered!!!

Also this is actually why Sylus jumped out of the plane. Man needed some cool and fresh air after this comment made all his blood flow south...

This makes me cackle 😭 bro is so unserious. And actually kind of insane, but again, we stan.

MC is living the dream. Do you know what I'd sacrifice to wrap my arms around that waist?? Happy for my girl though 💞 ( and for Sylus, you know that man is on cloud 9 here).

I adore that the card ends on a sweet and nostalgic note, with them gazing at the moon... like they used to in a distant past 💗