#when in reality you end up with no one working and everyone stealing things from their workplace

[marietheran]

I feel like the problem with Communism (one of them, anyway) is that its assumptions and methods are both very brutal & pragmatic, and incredibly naïve.

The problem with all revolutions, maybe? "We will impose one last amount of suffering so that no one ever suffers again." But the goal is never achieved, so all that is left are the means, and these testify against you.

[phantom-dc]

Bruce sighed.

He never thought he would die like this. When he started out as Batman he was certain he would meet his end fighting the criminal underworld of Gotham. When he got older and life got stranger, he believed he would die fighting off a threat like Joker or Deathstroke, maybe even Darkseid. Being used as a human sacrifice to the King of the Infinite Realms was not on that list, let alone being a willing sacrifice.

Unfortunately, it had been necessary. An asteroid was on collision course with Earth. The asteroid had a colony of sapient alien life on it, so destroying it was not an option. As the League grew desperate, Constantine revealed a similar incident had happened a few years ago. The King of the Infinite Realms had, along with his subjects, turned the Earth intangible and both the Earth and the Asteroid had survived. Constantine isn’t sure why or how, but there are signs an extremely powerful ghost had merged realities and in the process erased the memories of this event from the entire population of Earth! The only reason Constantine knows about it is because a Demon with time-based powers told him during one of their poker games. Summoning this King was risky, as they had no idea what the King would want in return, but this entity seemed like their best bet. Now Bruce thinks they had been wrong.

Superman pulled Bruce out of his thoughts:

“Bruce, are you sure you want to go through with this? If we work together, we might be able to-”

Bruce cut him off:

“No, Clark. You heard Constantine. If we do not hold up our end of the deal, the Ghost King could simply make his ally, this “Clockwork”, reverse time to before the planet was saved. The Earth and the asteroid will still be destroyed, killing everyone on both. This is the only way.”

Clark looked dejected. He knew his friend was right. The King had turned the entire Earth intangible with one hand! He knew the League couldn’t defeat this foe, not without help. Any being that could help them would demand even more bloodshed in exchange, though. One human life in exchange of saving the entire planet had been a steal, according to the Justice League Dark. Clark looked at Bruce:

“Are you going to put on your cowl? This will be the only chance you have to tell the other Leaguers who you are.”

Bruce looked at his cowl. He had taken of his suit, so that his family had something to bury. But to reveal his identity to anyone other than Clark....

“I will keep it on. Even if I die here, I cannot risk anyone finding out my identity and using it to get to my family. I hope the League understands.”

Bruce is pulled into a hug. As Clark holds him as close as he can without breaking bones Bruce cannot help being filled with regret. He wanted more time with his family and, dare he say, friends. This was not how things were supposed to go. Clark pulls away and seems to want to say something:

“Bruce, I just want you to know, I-”

“WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON, B?”

Suddenly Nightwing enters the room, along with the entire Bat-family. Even Alfred and Oracle, donning masks, are there. They looked confused and scared, which made sense. They had all been summoned to the Watchtower, and when they had seen non-field members there as well they knew something was very wrong. Robin stepped forward, demanding an explanation:

“Father, what is happening? Why did you ask for us here? Explain yourself this instant!”

Red Robin looked ready to fight, staff in hand and in a low stance:

Where is the danger? Who is the enemy? Do you have intel for us? ARE YOU BEING MIND CONTROLLED?

Spoiler yanked at Red Robin’s cowl, pulling him out of his paranoid spiral:

“Easy, Captain Paranoid! Let him speak!”

Red Hood was clearly agitated. It was never a good sign if he was asked to the Watchtower:

“The fuck is going on, old man? Are you dying or something? That’s my stick, not yours!”

Bruce steeled his nerves. This was not going to be an easy conversation. How does one tell their family they are going to die and there is nothing to be done about it? Things had been going well for them, too. Dick and he hadn’t fought as often anymore, Jason had not called him names when he patrolled Crime ally last week, Tim hadn’t done anything that could be considered villainous (that he knew of) and Damian had not stabbed any goons for a month. Truly things had been good. Bruce knew this would mess it all up. He feared Jason would start killing again, or Damian would take out his grief on the criminals or Tim would… Well he had no idea. Last time Bruce disappeared Tim blew up so many LoA bases (he still wasn’t sure whether there had been people inside or not), so it was anyone’s gue-

“Sir, could you please elaborate on why we are here? I’m assuming it has something to do with the reason for this dreadful cold, and perhaps your lack of a shirt?”

Bruce sighed. Alfred always knew how to get through to him. With a heavy heart he told them everything. He would sacrifice himself for the survival of both planets. There was nothing to be done about that, and he asked them to please accept his decision. Naturally everyone was outraged. Amidst the chaos, Orphan asked a question:

“Why you?”

Bruce explained that, according to Constantine, the King had asked for a single sacrifice in return: “To feast on a non-magic, non-meta mortal human that will not resist being consumed.” It had pointed specifically at Batman, making sure they all knew which one it wanted. There had been no time to negotiate the prize, so he had accepted. After that it had left immediately for Earth, turning it intangible so the asteroid flew through harmlessly and fulfilling its end of the deal. Orphan seemed to think for a bit, before speaking up again:

“We’ll miss you.”

She hugged Batman. The others, realizing there was nothing they could do, at least not before facing the King, joined in as well. Bruce told them how proud he was of everyone. That they were strong and brilliant, and to please protect each other and Gotham in his stead. He thanked Alfred and Oracle for their help over the years and to please continue to support the others with the same strength they used to help him. After a moment they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Wonder Woman had entered the room. With a saddened expression, and a dented doorhandle that showed her tension, she had come to collect her friend.:

“Batman. It’s time.”

Bruce nodded at her. Thanking her, he tried to leave with her, but was stopped by Alfred. After a quick hug, Alfed offered Bruce a cookie from the plate he had brought along:

“Every man deserves a final meal. I’m sorry this was all I have to offer.”

Taking a grateful bite, Bruce allowed himself to indulge in the taste of home.

“Thank you, Alfred. This means more to me then you realize.”

Steeling himself once more, Batman and the others followed Wonder Woman to the main room. It was the largest room in the Watchtower, several stories high with observation platforms, security screens showing cities all over the planet and a teleportation platform. As they approached the room, Batman was surprised by the cold that radiated form the entrance. Opening the door the source of all the cold and grief became visible to the group. Signal had to shield his eyes:

“What the hell!?!”

There it was, the High Ghost King of the Infinite Realms. A giant being, which had been so large they had to move to the observation platform to speak with it. Even then it towered over the heroes. It’s skin impossibly dark, with constellations spotting its tail & torso. The stars converging on its lower arms, making it look like it was wearing glowing white gloves, the same as a strange symbol on his chest that seemed important. The stars on its neck blending seamlessly with its hair, yet leaving its head completely dark aside from a few little spots on its face. The only facial feature they could make out where 2 Lazarus green eyes, focused on the new arrivals. On its hand, a ring with a skull on it that had freaked out the Lanterns. On its head a dark crown covered in patches of frost, and its own Aurora Borealis spreading from it. The room had already been partially covered in frost simply from the King’s aura. Power emanated from it, which had caused several members that had been dead and revived before to kneel on reflex, which was frightening even if they managed to get up on their own again.

Martian Manhunter had tried to peek in the Kings mind, hoping to find a way to convince the King to spare Batman, but he had been unsuccessful. As soon as he tried his knees buckled, and he had been pushed out. Ever since the Ghost King had radiated frustration. Now, as Batman entered wearing only his cowl and some spare pants, that frustration seemed to spike dangerously. Was the King upset he had been left to wait for his offer?

"What the fuck is this? I didn’t ask for a striptease, especially from some old Frootloop!”

“Constantine, what’s wrong? What is it saying?”

Batman was worried. He had not expected more anger from the being when presented with the offering. Looking at Constantine, he saw the magician frantically looking through the pages of his books, desperately looking for a translation.

“Hang on, mate. I’m doing my best here! Ehrm… no, that’s not right… Something about mating? Maybe he likes you, Bats. He also said something about “the absence of clothing” so…

Suddenly he is cut off by a strange sound coming from the Ghost King. It makes a strange motion with its body and its giant maw opens, as more of those sounds escape. It reminds Robin of Alfred the Cat when he has a hairball. However, there is more sound in the Watchtower now. The Red Hood is clutching his stomach as he is doubling down in laughter.

“HAHAHAHA!!! WHAT? HOW THE FUCK DID YOU TRANSLATE THAT BADLY? HOLY SHIT!”

The Ghost King stops making the noises, and it’s eyes snap to Red Hood. It moves it’s head closer to him, casually passing it through the barrier Constantine had put up. Constantine’s swears in surprise, but the King seems not to care as it “speaks” to Red Hood:

"Oh, thank the Acients! Someone who understands Ghost Speak! Can you PLEASE help me and translate for us? This trench coat guy is terrible, and somehow twists everything I say in the worst way!"

Red Hood relaxed, looking up at the Ghost King’s giant head.:

“Sure man, no problem. I’m pretty sure he is using like 3 different dictionaries to get this far. I saw him first translate Ghost to Pixie, Pixie to Gnome and Gnome to Demon before telling us in English! So, what’s up?”

Batman was stunned. The Ghost King actually face palmed. What the heck was going on?

"Of course he is. That explains why it sounds like he is putting this through Google Translate 4 times! These guys summoned me to save the Earth, which, totally cool. Happy to help! But a summons makes it official, which means I need to get an offering. I can’t leave without it or I face a mountain of paperwork from some stupid bureaucratic eyeballs for not following proper procedure. But I can always ask something simple and get it over with. No biggie, right? WRONG.”

Red Hood actually grabs a chair to sit on. Not even in a somewhat respectful way, he is sitting on it backwards, casually leaning on it.

“Oh, boy. How badly did they fuck up? Gotta be big since Batman over there is ready to be eaten?”

The King glares at Constantine, who puts up his bravest “time to out-bollock a Eldritch Demon” face. The King is not impressed:

"Man, I asked, and I quote: “I’d like to eat a regular human meal that doesn’t fight back, like that guy would eat!” I wanted it to be clear I didn’t want blood, or corpses or virgins or any of the other horrible things stupid cults try to give me! I just wanted a burger or something! But then Mr. triple dictionary over there somehow turns that into: ‘’I wish to feast on a non-magic, non-meta mortal human that will not resist being consumed, and it must be that one.” I’ll admit I was pointing at one of the non-supers, but that didn’t mean I wanted to eat him! I just wanted to make sure it was normal food, something that doesn’t fight back!”

Red Hood looked confused, asking if the King’s food usually fights back. The King rolls it’s eyes:

"In life, I lived with mad scientist parents who treated lab safety as a suggestion at best and a chore for teens at worst. Put enough samples in the fridge and you get a whole new type of Thanksgiving trauma. Dang, I’m getting even more hungry. I’d love some turkey right now. Could you get them to bring me some food? That way I can have my sacrifice and leave…”

Red Hood stands up. He asks if the King can wait a few more minutes, claiming that after all that frustration he deserved something better. Getting a nod from the Ghost King, the Red Hood suddenly shouted over the platform railing towards the waiting Leaguers:

“FLASH! Get your squad up here, and bring pen & paper! I got a job for y’all!”

Zooming up every member of the Flash family gets a list of things to get and a warning not to tell the Bats what’s on it, or Red Hood will shoot them in the knees. Looking at the lists, they quickly caught on what was going on and promised they wouldn’t tell. This was way too funny! Red Hood does a fake bow to the King, clearly amusing himself.

“Don’t worry, your Hungry-ness! Your sacrifice is being prepared! Anything else we can assist you with?”

The Ghost King seems to tilt its head in amusement. Whatever Hood was doing, it was working, which honestly was the only reason nobody had tackled him to the floor.

"Actually, if you could get that Frootloop to put on a shirt that would be great. He is shivering and honestly, I’m worried he’s going to poke someone’s eye out with a nipple. Why is he shirtless anyway? Please tell me he wasn’t actually trying to seduce me or something, he’s old enough to be my dad! Gross!”

This caused Red Hood to again double over in laughter. Everyone was confused, what could possibly be so funny in this situation? Constantine had frantically tried translating during their conversation, but it had gone too fast for him. He gave up when the King mentioned eyeballs and seduction, accepting he wouldn’t get anywhere like this. Batman however couldn’t resist his need to know everything anymore.

“Hood, report! How are you communicating with the entity?”

Red Hood turns to Batman, walks past him and towards Alfred, grabbing one of the cookies he had brought with him. As he walks back and hands it to the Ghost King, he starts to explain:

“Honestly, not sure. It feels instinctive, like a second mother-tongue. Pretty sure it’s some sort of “dead-guy-language” you learn when you die. Speaking off: Turns out Constantine is a VERY unreliable translator. Spooky here is actually pretty chill! He used you as an example to make sure we knew what he wanted, not to demand you as a sacrifice. He is in fact pretty ticked that you guys tried to feed B to him. Speaking of: Batman? Put a shirt on, for fucks sake. You look like you’re going to freeze your tits off.”

This earned a round of giggles from Green Lantern & Green Arrow. Now that the tension had left the room, other Leaguers also smiled in relief. Besides, it’s always fun to see Batman being the butt of a joke. Sure enough, Batman let out a frustrated sound, that got the rest of the Bats to join in on the fun. They understood that their dad in fact felt rather silly right now, which meant that they had more to gossip about soon. Constantine now was wondering what Hood was up to:

“Mate, I did my best! Sorry for not being fluent in every language in existence. What the hell did you send the Flash to get? The bloke is a scientist and denies magic when it’s right in front of ‘im! What could they possibly get that I couldn’t-”

At that moment, the Flashes zoom out of the Zeta tubes and zoom across the observation deck. After a few moments of red and yellow blurs, the deck is covered with tables filled front to back with food! Picking up a receipt that fell to the floor, Batman realizes this is take-out from all over the world. Seeing a puddle of Lazarus water grow on the floor, he looks up. The Ghost King is actually drooling! Red Hood steps aside and gestures to the feast:

“Welp! There is your sacrifice! One. And I also quote: “regular human meal that doesn’t fight back, like “that guy” would eat!” Well, more of a feast then a meal, but I’m sure a big guy like you can finish it, and you can always take home the rest I guess. Bon Appetit!”

Opening his giant maw, the Ghost King digs in. Well, as much as he can. He actually looks kind of silly eating everything with a tiny fork. Still, judging from the purring sound emanating through the Watchtower it’s to the Kings liking.

"DUDE, THIS IS SO GOOD? I need to know these restaurants! You want a bite for helping me out? You saved me SOOO much annoying paperwork, I was about to bail!”

Picking up a plate of karaage, Red Hood took of his helmet revealing a second mask underneath and dug in as well:

“Don’t mind if I do, this smells fantastic! Oh shit, you should try this stuff, it’s great!”

Red Hood being allowed to partake in the offering so casually caused Constantine to do a double take. He realizes he seriously misjudged this entity. Still, that didn’t explain the horrific stories about him. He would need to do some digging into that, maybe with Hood as a translator. For now he takes a swig of his drink. The world was saved, no one died or lost their Soul and he didn’t make any new enemies he thinks. Plus, Batman felt like an idiot, and that always made the Brit smile.

All in all a good day!

[shysuccubusstuff]

dragon! Sylus hc:

Content: SFW + NSFW stuff; slight stalker behaviour + lovesick! sylus + size difference + established relationship + hemipenis (double dick, basically) + unrealistic sex + breeding kink + aftercare; non proof-reader.

Note: ofc I had to write something about this hunk-- I mean, I've been saving some wishes for him (got around... 46??) so yeah, I'm really close to pity so I hope to be lucky and get him cause he's so FUCKING hot with his tail and horns... Hope everyone is doing fine!! I already did the pulls, sadly I didn't get both, so now I'm stuck with one of them and one card for Sylus which is not the pair (I got Immobilized I think it's called). I haven't seen the actual story cause I still have the hope of getting it, so bear with me if I mess up/invent stuff cause, yk. I tried to do some research about how a dragon "thing" would work but damn, I ended up on a deep rabbit hole... let me know if you liked it ♡♡

Dragon! Sylus who finds you trying to steal his treasure. You look so tiny in contrast with him that it makes him want to eat you up ♡. Despite that, he restrians himself, not wanting to break his brand new toy so fast.

Dragon! Sylus who turns into his human form in fear of crushing you with one of his claws. Even despite he is several times smaller, you still look so tiny close to him... God, he really is trying his hardest you know?

Dragon! Sylus who acts all rough at first, threatening you with his mean words and his nasty demeanor when in reality he is dying to touch you. So he does, getting close to you so he can "threaten" you with his size, his tail slowly wrapping around your waist as he whispered his empty threats.

Dragon! Sylus who almost chuckles after seeing you retreat, one of your pockets filled with golden coins you had managed to "steal" (he let you take them, of course). Little did you know that this would basically give him a great excuse to follow you around, always feeling his pair of eyes piercing your back, always unable to find him among the crowd. Other times, he simply hid on the dark alleys, his red eyes glistening just from the idea of being found out by you.

Dragon! Sylus who is ecstatic when you finally regain your courage to return to him (his treasure). He has to try as hard as possible to avoid smiling like an idiot when he sees you amost trembling in front of him, yet you try to keep that brave facade.

Dragon! Sylus who keeps his act together, acting all high and mighty, acting as if he doesn't care when he sees your eyes sparkling, not because of him, but because of the great amount of fortunes he had gotten from all those years. Does it even make sense to feel jealous because of some stupid treasures?...

Dragon! Sylus who is able to slowly warm you up. It begins as a merely transactional relationship, always letting you get your way with him. You wanted his golden coins? Sure, take them. Needed some jewellery? Take what you want. Need a fast trip somewhere? You know he will let you ride him (funny word). Then, he gets more touchy, he starts by brushing your fingertips when the two of you walk through the gorgeous field of flowers, then catching you on his arms as you almost trip, finally allowing you to get on top of him as your hands touched his bare chest.

Dragon! Sylus who slowly gets accustomed to the human ways, slowly learning how to hide his horn and tails, then taking you to small dates around town, buying you anything your fingers touch with the excuse of "having too much gold pilling around was no fun".

Dragon! Sylus who learns about the human custom of gifting a ring to their loved one. He thinks about simply choosing one from his pile, but he finally decides to create a custom one. He spends several days working on it, thinking about the best design for it and what jewel would he want encrusted, finally choosing a red spinel.

Dragon! Sylus who confesses in the middle of the blooming field, getting on one knee and proposing to you, his heartbeat pumping rapidly, making him afraid of the possibility of you hearing it.

Dragon! Sylus who ends up shedding a few tears after you accept him. The tears rapidly dry because of his high temperature, but you kiss them, making him feel even more flustered.

Dragon! Sylus who almost drops the small snack you two had bought when you suddenly told him that you wanted him to do it, that you had been waiting for him to say anything. He tries to play it cool, acting as if he doesn't truly understand you, not like his grip turning the snack into bits.

Dragon! Sylus who sometimes snuck on your room, carefully sitting on your bed, laying on top of your chest and enjoying your sweet scent. The slit on his lower half opening and allowing his erection to rise. He tried to steady his breathing, afraid of being caught by you. He started to use his hand, slowly going up and down, as one of his hands caressed your hair. He knew it was wrong, of course he did, but his rut was far too close and this was the only way of keeping just enough sanity for him not to jump at you at the slightest touch.

Dragon! Sylus who tries his best not to hurt you, letting you ride you, his hands gripping your hips to avoid you taking more than you could handle. "Be careful, sweetie. There's no rush, we have all the time in the world." He keeps reassuring you as you try to get used to his whole lenght, his other cock rubbing against your tummy as you hug his back, your nails digging on his back as he slowly made his way into you.

"You're doing so well, sweetie. Remember to breath, yeah? I'm almost completely inside." He whispers into your ear, one of his hands petting your hair while the other keeps you in place.

Finally, you let out a heavy sigh, finally being able to rest while his tip rubs against your cervix. He keeps you there for a few seconds, letting you adjust to him until you start to move your hips, his hands now supporting your thighs. Despite the rhythm starts quite slow, Sylus soon takes charge of it, starting to speed up as he got closer. At the same time, he keeps leaving soft kisses all over your face, intercalating between soft pecks and his tongue exploring your mouth, sucking on your tongue or bitting your lower lip as an attempt of avoiding you getting cock-drunk.

"You said you were ready, where did all your spirit go, sweetie?" He pushed you away, forcing you to look him in the eyes as his hips kept slamming against you. "I do have to say that this look fits you quite well, here on my lap all dazed because of me. Sure you have to go back home? I could treat you so well here... Get you all knocked up and pretty, treat you like a queen every single day, just think about it." He forced you to keep the eye contact by keeping your chin up with one of his hands, the other pressing against your lower stomach so you could feel his tip constantly hitting against your G-spot.

Even as you tried to stop him from running his mouth, you were still far too dazed, fat tears running down your cheeks as he kept overstimulating you orgams after orgasm without giving you a single break. His grip on your hips tightening as his member started to twitch inside you. "Get ready sweetie, I'm close. Want me to fill you up? Get you pregnant with my seed so you can finally stay with me forever."

You nodded, your brain far too overwhelmed to make a coherent sentence, only beinf able to nod as you blabbered a few words: "Get me pregnant, please! Love you, love you so much! Just fill me up--- My brain is turning into mush!" He smiled wickedly, eyes glistening with desire as he got to mark you completely with his seed, his tongue exploring your mouth as he kept trying to keep himself as controlled as possible.

By the time you were back up, Sylus was resting under you, your face completely rested against his bare chest. "You did so good, sweetie. Let me take you to a lake I know, the water is quite warm at this time of the year, we can bathe together. Let me take care of you, I will clean you up." He kissed your forehead, taking you bridal style and starting to fly with you on his arms, one of them covering your face to avoid the air annoying you.

[fandoms-x-reader]

My Guardian Demon

Requested By: @angelcakeworld

Oneshot

Summary: MC's kindess is taken advantage of by everyone else and Beel seeks to protect them. Beelzebub x Reader Word Count: 1,582

Beel clenched his fist as he angrily munched on the food from his plate, watching the scene in front of him unfold.

You were all seated at the dining room table and his brothers were pestering you non-stop about the things you had to do with them.

Beel’s heated gaze softened as his eyes met yours, his heart involuntarily warming just from the eye contact.

He didn’t mind when you wanted to spend time with his brothers. But, you looked tired.

You were constantly running around doing things either for them or with them.

Beel was pretty sure he never heard you say no to his brothers. You were so kind that you simply went along with what they asked.

But his brothers took advantage of that kindness and Beel was tired of it.

Lucifer was constantly putting you in charge of watching over his brothers when he was out to help alleviate some of his own stress.

It didn’t matter if you had plans that day, if Lucifer needed you to watch over a particular brother, you would have to be attached to them the entire day.

And when Mammon wasn’t trying to use you as his own personal piggy bank, he was constantly getting you involved in his schemes that would end up getting you both in trouble.

Levi wasn’t too bad when it came to taking advantage of you. All he really wanted to do was play games with you. But when you wanted to stop or do something else, that’s when Levi would find a way to guilt trip you into staying.

While Satan wasn’t as needy as some of his other brothers, he was equally as guilty of stealing your time. Once he managed to convince you to read with him in the library, you wouldn’t be able to leave until it was bedtime.

Asmo was one of the worst when it came to you. He would drag you all over the place. From Majolish to The Fall. You always came back feeling really worn out after a day spent with Asmo.

Even Belphie was at fault, often taking advantage of you sitting down. You would try and relax for the first time after running around with the other brothers, and Belphie would immediately use you as a pillow and wouldn’t move until he was satisfied.

Needless to say, the demon brothers all had their own ways of taking you for granted and running you around until you couldn’t go anymore.

And it wasn’t just them either.

When you were at RAD, Beel would notice a task list given to you by either Lord Diavolo or Barbatos.

Luke would want to steal you away to try all of the new desserts he had baked.

Simeon was always looking for you to read and critique his newest works.

And Solomon seemed to always have something new he needed to teach you in magic.

And while it irritated Beel to see you being taken advantage of so carelessly, those were his friends and family.

He would make snide comments here and there and do his best to try and try to help you avoid them so that you could have some time to yourself.

Sometimes he would even ask if you would spend time with him, only to have you relax and take care of yourself when the two of you were alone.

He didn’t need to be constantly doing stuff with you like his brothers. He was happy just to be in your presence.

Beel tried to push the thoughts of what happened at breakfast out of his head so that he could focus on school.

Beel was pulled back to reality when Lucifer announced that it was time to leave for RAD.

He finished eating what was left on his plate and you all walked to school together.

And he had done the best he could to get through the first couple of classes without being too distracted.

But at lunch, everything fell apart.

Beel was mindlessly eating his food when he noticed a group of demons approach you. 

He got a sinking feeling as he watched them walk up to you, but he remained in his seat.

You were all in the middle of RAD so surely the demons wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and attack you in front of everybody.

Beel didn’t want to overstep your boundaries. Maybe those demons were friends of yours? The last thing he wanted was to make you mad by being too overprotective.

So, he continued to eat his lunch, watching and listening to the conversation you were having with them.

Beel nearly choked on his food when he realized they were asking you for your homework to copy your answers.

One of them even dared to take the snack you had specifically brought with you to school that day.

Beel may have been compliant when it came to the others, but this was where he drew the line.

He refused to allow random low-level demons to take advantage of you.

Beel was a respectable and lovable demon in the Devildom. But he was a demon nonetheless. And, seeing his human being taken advantage of caused him to snap and see red.

Before you even knew what was happening, Beel was at the center of a fight with Lucifer trying to pull him away from the other demons.

When the situation finally managed to get under control, you offered to take Beel to the infirmary.

You walked quietly alongside him down the hallway and when you reached an empty room, you motioned for Beel to enter first and then closed the door behind yourself.

You knew that the school doctor would be treating the victims of Beel’s rampage first, so you took it upon yourself to treat the cut he acquired on his cheek.

You grabbed the items needed from the medicine cabinet and then stood in front of Beel who was seated on the bed.

Your proximity was enough to bring a small blush to your cheeks and make your heart race, but you did your best to focus on the task at hand.

You and Beel locked eyes for a moment and then he looked down, slightly ashamed of himself for causing a fight in the middle of the cafeteria.

“Did you know them or something?” you asked Beel, beginning to gently clean the cut on his cheek.

Beel let out a small sigh and a guilty look flashed across his features before replying, “Not really.”

“Then, why did you start a fight with them?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing together as you kept your attention on the wound.

Beel hesitated for a moment, a blush coating his own cheeks as he replied, “I saw the way they were taking advantage of you.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you finally brought your eyes to meet his again. You were struggling to find the right words to say in response.

“It’s not just them, either. I hate that everyone takes advantage of you,” Beel added, looking into your eyes as he gently curled his fingers around your wrist that was tending to his small laceration. 

Your breath hitched as he looked deeply into your eyes, his physical contact creating an intimate moment between the two of you. 

The look in his eyes conveyed how deep his emotions ran for you even though he didn’t state the three words that ran through his mind every time he looked at you.

Beel would do anything to protect you. Whether it be from a physical threat, an emotional one, or any other kind.

He would never let anyone mistreat you or let anything bad happen to you.

Your other hand reached up to gently cup his cheek and he leaned into your touch.

The intensity of his gaze made you weak in the knees as you felt butterflies running rampant in your stomach.

The contact between your hands and bodies was alluring, drawing you in closer and closer until your face was inches away from his.

You could feel his breath on you and his eyes dilated as he took a breath to prepare himself. 

He moved the hand that wasn’t holding your wrist behind your head and gently tangled his fingers in your hair before pulling you closer and connecting your lips to his.

You immediately responded to it, letting yourself melt into the kiss.

Beel savored every moment of it - from the way your lips tasted to the way that your body was pressed against his. It was all ethereal.

He was left breathless when you finally pulled away and you gave him a small smile.

“Thank you for being my guardian demon,” you teased and the joke brought a wonderful smile to his lips as he looked down for a brief moment to regain his composure.

He let you finish tending to the wound on his cheek, the sensation of your fingers brushing against his skin creating a feeling of electricity. 

It was at that moment that Beel decided he would no longer sit on the sidelines no matter who the offender was.

Beel would jump to your defense whenever he saw the slightest hint of someone taking advantage of you.

And with the others being afraid of crossing the line that Beel had drawn, that left more time for the two of you to spend together.

Which meant you had more time to recreate that perfect moment that the two of you shared in the infirmary…over and over again.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

❤ Yandere Lawyer ❤

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

Female reader

WARNINGS: Obsession; Misogyny; slight Power Abuse.

This idea credit goes to @d-lioncourt cause she's the one that motivated me for this idea. Hope you like this :)

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◾ Yandere! Lawyer who works in the top law firm of the country. He’s cold, determinate and calculative. Always thinking 10 steps ahead of everyone, carefully considering all possibilities and creating extensive back-up plans. 

His job relies on his capacities and he always aims for the top. If he’s not recognized as the best lawyer available, then he doesn’t even know what he’s been doing so far. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who doesn't care about how things are done as long as he wins the case in the end. Who said lawyers are saints?

He may be an advocate of the law but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t bend it to his will, finding sneaky gaps to reach his goal: win. 

Isn’t that what makes him such a requested lawyer? Isn’t that what causes every big corporate company to try to sign him up, to offer several millions for him to represent them in court? Because everyone knows that he wins.

No matter what happens during the trials or how badly the opposite side tries, he wins. It’s an irrefutable truth and anyone that tries to contradict it is a complete and utter fool. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who is upset enough when he’s informed that he’s gonna have to take a Pro Bono case for a random civilian. It’s frustrating to spend his precious time and expensive resources on a worthless someone.

It’s stupid and he'd immediately refuse it if it wasn’t for the strict order he receives from the higher ups.  

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who rattles you up, insisting on long sessions so he can know your side of the story.

His questions feel like accusations and you hate spending long hours answering him. Makes you feel like you’ve actually committed a crime of sorts when the reality is none of that. 

He knows you’re bothered by the way he pays attention to each of your words, taking mental notes of every minuscule detail so he can bring it up later.

He’s highly aware of how unnerving he can get and it’s fun to see you get so quiet and shy over it. 

He loves it when people get intimidated by him and it’s particularly pleasant when a pretty thing like yourself gets too timid to spare him a few words. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who drags the case much longer than it needs to. He could definitely end it in a blink of eyes, it would be so easy for him. A piece of cake. 

But he doesn’t. 

It’s exciting to see you on court, a helpless expression covering your whole face and your eyes at the verge of tears as your future lays on his hands.  

So pathetically weak. You can’t even defend yourself, you need him to do that for you. To defend your honor, to protect you. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who makes sure you know that despite it being a Pro Bono case, you owe him. He wants you to know that he’s winning this case for you, wasting his valuable time just to save your pathetic ass from those embezzlement charges. 

That he’s the one saving you from going to prison - despite the very evident fact that you have such a weak personality that it’s practically impossible that you’d steal money from your boss. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who takes every chance to hurt your feelings with snide remarks.

You look prettier when you cry, something so enticing about those shiny diamond-like tears that glow in your eyes and the miserable way you furiously blink to keep them at bay - to which you fail. 

You’re crying because of him. That’s enough to make him buzz with a twisted sense of possession and control. He holds that much power over you. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer whose mind wanders over the tempting fantasies of returning home to you. You’d do a submissive girlfriend, he’s so sure of that. If he gave you a nasty slap and a few harsh words, you’d bend to his will so fast - like a obedient girlfriend should. 

It would be so easy to control your life.

Order you to move in with him. Command you to become his stay-at-home girlfriend. Push you to cut off friends and family until only he remains. 

Those misogynistic ideas keep him thinking about you longer than he should. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who isn’t afraid to act upon his wishes and so he does. After a triumphing win on court, he leaves.

Storms off without even looking at you and you don’t even have the chance to thank him, but you forget about that quickly. 

You have more pressing issues to focus on, such as rebuilding your life all again. Celebrate your win. Find a new job. Move on with your life the best as you can. 

Your peace lasts exactly one week. And then everything comes down in rubbles.

Because then he comes to retrieve his payment. 

[vettelsvee]

OOPS, I DID IT AGAIN SERIES | Lewis Hamilton

f1 masterlist | ask me anything or let's talk!

lewis hamilton x pregnant!reader | based on 2018 season

for more information to the reader: ❥ reader in this series is britta's (seb's pr) niece and nico's ex-wife (they had a toxic relationship, but please, remember all of this is fiction and none of what you read here represents drivers in real life). ❥ it contains friends to lovers and unwanted pregnancy tropes. ❥ some parts might include sensitive content. pay attention to trigger warnings at the beginning of each part. ❥ english is not my first language so apologies for any mistakes that you can read here!

started: AUGUST 25TH 2024 currently status: on going | last updated: august 25th masterlist under the cut !

taglist: [feel free to tell me so i can tag you and you don't miss anything!]

a/n: i love nico, you just know it, but in this series as well as the upcoming history mega series... he's not gonna be a good guy, sorry (once again remember all of this is fiction and none of it represents reality)

Y/N Roeske knew firsthand what it was like to be one of the most well-known figures in the Formula 1 world, but not particularly for anything important.

Ever since her first public appearance in 2013 as Sebastian Vettel's PR, replacing her aunt Britta that hell of a season, the young woman realized that things would not be easy for her. When her casual sexual encounters with Nico Rosberg, hidden from everyone, turned into an abrupt marriage followed by a divorce that came just as quickly, the German realized that she was destined to be remembered for life as the ex-wife of someone who, in the eyes of others, was perfect, even though the reality was far from that.

Y/N tried to think that the rumors were just that, mere rumors, and that the people's inventions shouldn’t affect her at all... but they did until her return to the scene a year later after pleas from her aunt and her dad, a leaked intimate video and a few coffees at Lewis' house, led her to come back.

However, no matter how much Y/N Roeske tried to rebuild her life in any of its aspects, life had other plans for her. Ones that the blonde couldn’t have imagined.

After a night of weakness and vulnerability, and despite the attempts of Lewis Hamilton, Sebastian Vettel and his fiancee, Diana Wagner, to keep her from falling into temptation after nearly three years clean, Y/N ends up having a small but significant slip-up with her ex-husband during one of the season’s kickoff parties. She didn’t think much of it until a positive pregnancy test made her realize that she might have landed herself in a problem with no easy solution.

© VETTELSVEE (2024). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

OOPS, I DID IT AGAIN MASTERLIST

part 1: after deciding to go out with her best friend, diana, to celebrate her birthday, and her going back with sebastian, her fiancé to their hotel room, y/n finds herself doing the same with nico, her ex-husband

part 2: her period is late and she knows all too well why, but y/n doesn't want to face reality even everyone asks her if she's ok

[forgeofthenine]

S/o stole their favorite tiefling bachelors shirt! How do said bachelors get it back?

I've been looking forward to writing this request for ages and as soon as I started it I got writers block, like a total chump. I did add on Rugan though so please accept that as my apology everyone! I hope you're all having a lovely valentines and staying safe <3

The bachelors (+Rugan) when you steal their shirt

Dammon

Dammon simply doesn't even try

What's the point when he thinks they look better on you than on him?

This man adores seeing you in his shirts and there's no way he's going to try and stop you wearing them

One of the best feelings for Dammon is coming in after a long day in the forge and seeing you asleep in bed wearing his shirt

He loves how the fabric hangs off you, how you smell more like him whenever you wear his clothes

It's a sight that never fails to make him pause and just admire you

Sometimes if he sees you wearing his shirt around the house he'll jokingly drape his apron over you, refering to you as the new master blacksmith

You'll often find he also likes to leave his shirts in oddly convenient places for you to 'steal'

Dammon can't get enough of you, especially when you're wearing his clothing

Zevlor

This man takes meticulous care of his belongings

He knows exactly what he owns, where it is, and what condition it's in

So when Zevlor can't seem to find his only clean shirt at the end of the week, he's more than a bit confused

You'll find him peering into your room in his shirtless glory and asking if you've seen his shirt

His words pause when he actually gets a good look at you though, seeing a greatly oversized linen shirt draped over you

Zevlor can't pull his gaze away from you and only comes back to reality when you ask what he needed

After clearing his throat, Zevlor tells you it was nothing and ducks away to find another shirt that might be passable

Discovering you stealing his shirt is almost too much for his heart to take, and his mind definitely drifts back to it throughout the day

You'll end up finding that Zevlor will offer to lend you his shirt every so often after this

Rolan

Rolan, despite how reserved and mature he comes off, is a menace in the mornings

Bleary eyed and already annoyed, he spends this particular morning desperately searching for that one shirt that best matches his work robes

That is, until you walk into the room holding a steaming hot cup of coffee and wearing a familiar starched shirt

You can see the way gears turn in his head as he realises that's where his precious clothing has gone

It's easy to make the assumption that Rolan has actually suddenly fallen ill with the way his face flushes

Not only does he suddenly feel very parched, but he also doesn't quite have the words to say for once

So instead he brusquely accuses you of stealing his favourite shirt

It's hard not to laugh at the poor man, scowling and blushing with crossed arms as he finally get the words out

Just pass him the coffee with a kiss and all will be forgiven

Rugan

This daring adventurer has come to expect things getting misplaced or stolen

What he didn't expect was for you to be the perpetrator

But there you are, standing before him in only his shirt and a tiny pair of shorts

He's all too happy to stop and admire the view, affectionately calling you 'a sight for sore eyes' as he saunters closer

Rugans hands pull you into him by the waist, leaning down slightly so he can kiss you

It's as he kisses you, passionately, that his hands slowly start to pop open the shirts buttons

It's only when you think Rugan might finally toss you onto the bed that he pulls the shirt on himself and sends you a cheeky wink

As gorgeous as you look in his clothes, Rugans an expert at getting stolen items back

[mokie-bleh]

Got idea for an intresting self aware au fic thing! A concept I did with friends but want to see your take on it! Not quite a single self aware cookie run character x reader but...here it is. My idea!

Self aware cookie run x very anxiety-ridden reader! Like having a habit of overthinking and yeah lol!

Imagine...y/n knows the Kingdom story and loves the game and the characters buuuuut when they are taken into world...they are TERRIFIED because of dark enchantress, the war and fighting and conflict going on and is terrified of being dragged into it so probably freak out at first about being out into the game like "ok i didn't know I was gonna get possibly killed by cookies of darkness today!"

Buuuuuut over time they learn from experience that things aren't as they seem. seems like all the conflicts have calmed down ever since y/n appeared and no there are no more of the usual story conflicts...instead, it's just the silly conflict of who can spoil y/n better and everyone focuses on making y/n happy and comfy and relaxed rather than trying to tear eachother a new one.

Example (just to demonstrate well..what problems y/n worries about vs. What they actually face. Just to give you a sample.)

Worry: y/n thinks they have to worry about dark enchantress taking them hostage and being treated badly as a hostage....

Reality: y/n if...really big if since they know kidnapping causes anxiety, dark enchnteress decides to take em as a hostage...y/n just had to worry about what snacks they are gonna choose to much on while watching their favorite movie while waiting for the good cookies to rescue em.

Worry: pure vanilla and shadow milk fight and being caught in crossfire.

Reality: pure vanilla and shadow milk have competition on who can make y/n their favorite breakfast dish the best! Winner gets to cook y/n breakfast!

Tldr: anxiety y/n gets dragged into cookie run world and gets scared because they think they will be doomed via plot because of the fighting always going on in it. Lucky for them...cookies won't let plot lay a finger on y/n and just want to spoil y/n rotten!

Self aware CRK x Anxiety! reader

Good luck trying to survive when you got a bunch of cookies wanting your attention 👍

warnings: you get spoiled to death

You don’t know why or how you ended up here in the game Cookie Run Kingdom but here you are. You were surrounded by the many cookies excited to meet you and you were just standing there confused out of your mind. Looking at all the cookies in front of you you realized you were actually here, in real life, and this wasn’t a dream. You let that sink in and on the inside you were screaming.

You knew about the game and you KNEW the story that came with the game. You loved the game, it was amazing, but the conflict that you might get dragged into scared you to the core. Not to mention you were in the middle of the Dark Flour war. What if that was still happening right now?? You were not in the mood for dying today.

The fear in your face was not unnoticed by one of the Ancients, Pure Vanilla Cookie walked up to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You flinched at his touch and turned to look at him. “y/n are you alright? Is this all too much for you?” His face held genuine worry for you. You put your head down a little “Is…is the war still going on?” you asked him quietly. He still heard you and rubbed your shoulder for comfort “Unfortunately yes, but no need to worry dear if any harm were to come to you we promise to keep you safe at all cost.” 

You wanted to thank him for the reassuring words but if you were being honest they really didn’t work that much. However after some time being here most of the major conflicts started dying down just because of you existing. Even Dark Enchantress Cookie stopped focusing on trying to take over all of Earthbread and started focusing on trying to steal you and spoil you. Which is weird since it seems like something she wouldn’t do but here you are. 

She just kidnapped you and obviously you were terrified of what she could possibly do to you. She could do anything she wanted to you since you were way weaker than her and just thinking about it made you shake in terror. You were then placed in a big room with a bed and one of your favorite movies/shows and Dark Enchantress standing next to you asking you if you needed anything. You looked like a deer in headlights and just said you wanted a glass of milk. She then told her followers to go fetch you a glass of milk. Now you were just sitting here with a bunch of blankets and pillows surrounding plus the dark cookies huddled up next to you with a bunch of snacks all over the floor. You were waiting to see if anyone would come and save you just in case she change her act and decided she wanted to torture, but that was just your thoughts

It wasn’t just her either, almost every cookie fought over to see who could spoil and treat you the best.

During the expedition of Beast-Yeast you were freaking out about the conflict that Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk might have and how much destruction it might cause. Also if Shadow Milk Cookie won you knew for a fact you were all dead. Noooooo it was nothing like that at all. They fought over your attention and for some reason had a cooking contest, out of all things, to see who could serve you the best. You can say you were pretty confused and now you have two cookies in front of you shoving each other so you could eat their food first.

When you met Wildberry Cookie and Crunchy Chip Cookie at the same time you were sure they were gonna argue with each other about something and you did not want to be caught up in their fighting. Too bad you were and they were fighting over who could protect you from danger better. If you were being honest you were just thankful they cared about you but you were definitely not expecting this much attention.

You thought you were gonna be caught in the terrible scary plot in this game and get yourself killed. Lucky you though none of the plot ever touched you because everyone was too busy trying to please you and keep you happy. Which apparently is way more important than anything else, but hey at least you know you're not dying anytime soon besides being spoiled to death.

[shadowthesim]

Siren Song

pairing: pirate!matt x siren!reader

warnings: drowning, using a gun, swearing i guess...idk please tell me if i forgot smth :/

deviders by: @anyaa2s

"i swear i just saw her tail!"

"no dude it's probably a dolphin, this area is known for dolphins swimming around"

"yeah...but also known for sirens"

the giant floating vessel passed by the surface of the sea, or as the villagers named it "the dark sea". at first glance no one will find any difference between that ship and any other fishing trawler, but when observed closely, the sailors don't have their neat uniforms on, their clothes fabic looks cheap and old, their overall appearance seems odd and different from their big nice boat, it's because that boat doesn't actually belong to them it was stolen from it's previous owners. but the crew's captain Mathew doesn't like the term stealing, he prefers to say that his ships are deserved for winning them in an unwanted fight.

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Captain Mathew loved nothing more than gold, so when he first heard of the hidden treasure somewhere in the sea many years ago, he knew that his goal was to find it and proof that it isn't just another tale like the many others that were passed down through generations.

so that's exactly what he was planning to do. he seized the opportunity of having a boat strong enouph to handle any unexpected storm and a reliable crew of corsairs to set off in a long journey relying on an old map and a compass.

they've been away for three weeks. wasting their time with games and songs, but the more the days passed the more the pirates started losing trust in their captain scared of getting lost through the wide endless waves. but he seemed more confident than ever and no one dared to argue with him in fear of getting punished..

࿔ flashback

one of the men kept knocking aggressively on the door of the captain's cabin quarters, and when he finally had the permission to enter he just snapped at matt and started to yell.

"you have no clue where we are going! you should use logic now over that hopeless faith of finding your "treasure" it's nonsense!"

matt didn't utter a single word, he just stared at the angry man before him with a blank expression.

"so now redirect the ship and let us go back to our regular spot"

after the guy finished his request, matt stood up and walked slowly towards the man with a smirk drawn on his face.

"you wanna go back now don't ya?"

the furious man nodded in agreement.

"okay then follow me"

the man followed behind him as he walked out to the deck. matt called for everyone and they quickly gathered around them.

*that guy just asked to go back!"

matt turned his body to face him, "right dear fellow?" "yes! i don't wanna die here!

matt then bursted into laughter as if someone just said the funniest joke.

"I'm not redirecting my boat, i am going to find that treasure" he said with a threatening tone.

"and for your ask, you can always swim all the way back home" matt said that like it was the most obvious thing. while everyone started laughing, matt slowly unholstered his pistol and pointed it towards the man's head.

"didn't you fucking hear me? I said swim back home! or you'll unfortunately have to die here"

matt kept walking closer to the man in a slow pace leading him towards the railing, until the man eventually tripped and fell off the ship..

"alright now, anyone else missing home?"

࿔ end of flashback

while matt's anticipation kept getting bigger for finding his treasure, a sudden voice calling him interrupted his thoughts.

a soft soothing feminine voice that whispered his name in a song he swore had been sent down from heaven. the sweet sound completely blocked him from reality and his only focus was set on following it. meanwhile the pirates were busy with work and chores till one of the younger boys saw a glimpse of a moving figure in the fog. he asked everyone if they've also seen that but everyone accused him of hallucinations caused by hunger.

"guys look! it's getting closer!"

everybody stopped moving and tried to concentrate especially after they heard a faint singing voice coming from afar.

they looked at each other in fear of accidentally approaching something dangerous.

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they were in the middle of the infamous dark sea, where rumours spread about monsters wandering there, but the most interesting tale was always the sirens that lead sailors to their doom.

the fog was so dense it could hide the sun but matt was able to recognize a human like face only the upper half of it showing on the water's transparent surface. a pair of glistening eyes peered at him sending shivers down his spine. his curiosity took the best of him and he kept moving closer towards her.

the ship's crew was panicking at this point cause of the sudden quick movement of the ship and they saw a very clear giant rock that they might crash into by any second. so they rushed to their captain wanting to halt at once, but it was of no use. the boat was speeding up and so did their heartbeats..

while for matt, his anticipation for seeing the concealed face kept growing with each passing second knowing that it's less than a mile away.

but surprisingly it turned quickly and left deep down in the water like it was never there, one of the pirates saw her tail and that was the last proof needed to be sure that it really was a siren.

after she completely went out of sight, matt came back to his senses and ordered to drop the anchor.

﹏𓊝﹏

when everything was finally back to normal, matt's state was terrible and maybe the only thing that will help him clear his mind is his treasure hunt. he putted his hand in his pocket to grab his compass but.. he didn't find it. he searched for it in everywhere but it just disappeared. he thought that it migh just be hidden somewhere under a table or stuck in the cracks between the woodfloor.

but little does he know that his precious compass was in the hands of the most one he can't get out of his mind..

a/n: THANKS TO @anyaa2s ! she literally helped with choosing the photos, ideas to add, making the deviders she's basically this fic's godmother, love you soo much!! (also english isn't my first language so sorry if there's any mistakes) -Honey🤍

@shadowthesim 🪄

[ultimategenshintournament]

Ultimate Genshin Tournament: Round 5

Propaganda below cut

Venti:

calls the Traveler "his warrior" plus he's like our long-time friend??? He basically asked us out during the alchemy event???? You can choose to bring him up during the fight with Signora????? He's the best idc

He. Is. Amazing. So many layers, so interesting...So much trauma and potential...Not to mention look how AWESOME he is generally!!! He's kind and caring towards everybody, and also carefree and mischievous!!! How can you not love him??

he’s TOO GOOD for this world- he’s just a little guy!! Like he cares for his nation and the people of Mondstadt SO MUCH it hurts when people say he doesn’t. Like, my poor trauma-driven little mega-powerful war god who’s actually just a tiny little wind spirit honoring his dead friend!!!! I love him so much

his lore means he gets brought up almost every patch. he convinced a bunch of the most lethal women in Teyvat to have tea instead of screwing him up. he would always rather take the path of least resistance. he’s the three time best bard in Mond. he never seeks glory, only wishes to offer it to others. he was a better father to Diona than her real one five minutes into meeting her. he gives Glory whispers of what the world looks like so she can navigate. when a nun of his own church denied his identity he decided to run a heist to steal back an item that is only holy because it is his. he keeps his misery and loneliness trapped within, and does his best to bring joy to every person he meets. how can you not love him? 

He's Venti. How do you beat that? Answer: you don't. You can't. 

they say that an nation is most like their archon but is the anemo archon a god that took after the people's traits or did the people take their archons traits (the only correct answer is that venti took after old mond's people traits and it's so disgustingly sweet, he's a lil baby who cared so much that he kept old mond's wishes heard and their dream a reality — of freedom (without a god, as much as he could) where humanity leads trust. he left mondstadt because he trusted that humanity would do that right thing always but then he got betrayed by the Lawrence clan but he forgave them???! the anemo archon gave them no punishment , but mondstadt did . venti has me ugly crying

Kaeya:

He's cool, he's mysterious, he wears an eyepatch, he has a super tragic backstory, he's good with kids, he takes care of his friends, what's not to love!!!

despite all the hardships he’s suffered, he’s still such a kind person 

This is the character of the everyman. Everyone should love Kaeya because he's with you no matter what. He has the great mystery of his origins and his damage with his family and his brother, but he is with you til the end. That's what makes him so special to me

Furina:

girl deserves therapy and hugs and the best life in the WORLD because oh boy she went through a lot!!!! wouldn't pretending to be a god for 500 years with no support mess you up? and yet she still kept on going for her people!! she wanted to save her nation from a doomsday prophecy and she DID

After act 5 she deserves the world :(

“If all the people of Fontaine are on one side, and I am on the other…is it not obvious where the scales of suffering should tilt?” NO IT ISNT YOU’RE JUST ABNORMALLY SELFLESS AND INCREDIBLE AND PERSISTENT. Even the Archons praise Furina’s name and say she is a human with strength and capability worthy of an Archon. That’s not even to speak of Focalors. She snapped at Arlecchino only when the Harbinger implied that Furina had done nothing to preserve her people from the flood. Meanwhile every minute she was working to prevent the prophecy. A month after we took her to court and almost got her killed she agreed to help us direct a play, a favor for a favor

[gragrigra]

Megan Skiendiel x 7th Member Reader (Part 1 - Part 2)

Thing - Smut, fluff? you r gonna view urself a little negatively ig, i dont think this is angsty i dont remember the word, bruh idk, hand holding O_o a/n - CHAT IM SHAKING. So after years of reading fanfics, i have finally written one myself. Guess you could say Megan took my writing virginity hurhur….. anyways, the pace might be weird or sumtn idk. This story feels worse and worse the more i look at this. Hope at least one person can find enjoyment in this! （╹◡╹)♡ Word count - 5.4k

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You and the girls are in the dance studio, practicing for your newest comeback. Everyone had been at it since 9am, it was now 5pm. The choreographer made you all go through it one more time before calling it a day and leaving.

The girls are packing up their bags and chatting amongst themselves, but you’re stretching. Wanting to practice more.

It wasn’t unusual for you to stay behind after practicing, as the unofficial main dancer of the group, you always strived for the best with dance. But the other girls also know that this isn’t the only reason.

You’re hard on yourself and often put a lot of pressure on yourself, to the point of pushing your body to the limit. You don’t think it’s enough. That you’re never enough. And they know that.

The girls often tried to make you go home earlier to get more rest and to take care of yourself better.

They didn’t know that sometimes, when the thoughts of inadequacy became too overwhelming and loud in your head, that dance was the only way you knew to silence those voices and calm yourself down. They also didn’t know that sometimes, dancing was the only thing keeping you alive.

You sigh softly, standing up straight again. Your body is tired, but you weren’t satisfied with your work in today's practice.

Looking over to the others, you notice that Megan is packing her things a little slower than usual. She had been doing this for the last few weeks. You could tell she was waiting for the other girls to leave so she could stay back and talk to you.

She always did that. Talk to you. Check in on you. Ask if you were okay. Ask how she could help you. It irritated you, but at the same time it filled you with a weird warm feeling. Megan has been like that with you ever since you joined the survival show Dream Academy.

You were the top dancer on the show, always getting praise at the end of month evaluations. And nowadays you’re always getting praise by fans. But no amount of praise could drown out all the negative voices in your head.

And Megan could see right through it.

Megan knew you. She knew you better than you knew yourself, and it made you sick. She was the only person that you felt like truly understood you. But you hated it.

You also hated the way she moved, it’s like magic. An energy around her, that makes everyone want to stare at her forever. Okay, maybe not everyone, but you do.

It made you sick. It was bad enough that she could read you like an open book, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from her whenever you two were in the same room. Not to mention her stupid whisker dimples and cute giggles that made your heart do flips and made your stomach turn with nausea. She should be arrested! She’s a walking distraction!!!!!

“Yoink!” \( >◡<)/

You see Yoonchae stealing your Nintendo switch from your bag in the corner of your eye and snap back into reality. She gives you a shit eating grin as she tries to run out of the practice room. You don’t care, you’ll get it back when you get home. Sophia however notices, and grabs Yoonchae’s hoodie, stopping her right by the door.

Yoonchae turns around to give Sophia the biggest pout, “Whaaaat?? I want to play in the car.” she whines. “It’s fine, i’m gonna stay a bit longer anyways.” You reassure Sophia.

Sophia nods and lets Yoonchae go, but now her attention is on you. “What do you mean you’re gonna stay a bit longer?” she asks, giving you a concerned look.

“I want to practice some more. I feel a little rusty.” you explain, then you hear a snort behind you.

“Rusty my ass!” you turn and see Manon rolling her eyes at you, “I’m pretty sure you’ve never danced this hard for this long.” Manon scoffs.

Daniela walks past you and ruffles your hair, as she talks with a baby voice, “She just wants to dance until she’s all perfect.” She then giggles as you swat her hand away and try to fix your hair.

“You know I think it’s important for us all to go home early and take care of ourselves.” Sophia gives you a stern look, “Even more so when we have a comeback soon.” She continues. “We can’t risk getting sick.”.

“I’ll stay with her.” You turn your head at the sound of Megan’s voice, and suddenly you can hear your heart beat loudly in your chest. What? She wants to stay? Megan usually just talked with you for a few minutes after practice, then went home with the others. This is new.

Megan looks at you, and your heart does another jump, but you keep your face straight and look back at Sophia.

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t overdo it.” Megan reassures.

“Hmmm,” Sophia doesn’t seem convinced and you see Manon walk up to her, her arm coming to wrap around Sophia’s shoulders.

“Let them, we all know she’s not gonna budge anyway.” Manon says, being the ‘chill dad’ as always.

Sophia sighs in defeat. She knows Manon is right. You are the hardest one of the group to deal with, because you’re stubborn as fuck.

You smile and bid the other girls goodbye as they head out of the practice room. Lara, who has been quiet the whole time, being too tired to comment on anything, gives you a hug before heading out herself.

However, right before she closes the door, she pops her head through it again. “Remember to use protection!” she teases and closes the door quickly.

WHAT?! (　ﾟдﾟ)

“FUCK OFF, LARA!” You shout, as your cheeks turn red. You know she can’t hear you, but you don’t care. Your mind starting to fill with a million thoughts of a certain Chinese ginger, after Lara’s comment.

You take a deep breath and try to shake those thoughts out of your head. You turn around and Megan is there, staring at you with a weird look in her eyes.

“I- uh..” you stutter and quickly walk past her, grabbing your phone. “Let’s start.” you try to ignore how your skin prickled with goosebumps from walking past her.

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After running through it five more times, your throat feels like the Sahara desert and your body is on fire. Chugging some water before plopping down straight to the floor. The cold surface a nice comfort to your heated skin. It’s not enough though, taking off your shirt you’re left in a sports bra.

Hearing footsteps you feel the vibrations of Megan sitting down beside you. The two of you are quiet for a bit, Megan taking the liberty to switch the music on your phone to something r&b, which you let her do.

As the music fills your head, the world goes silent, your mind goes blank. Your breathing slows. It feels like you’re in your own bubble. A bubble that you only share with her. You wish it could stay like this forever. Just you, Megan, no talking, the music and the cold studio floor.

You don’t even notice when she starts playing with your fingers. It’s something she does when you two sit together like this, alone in a room or in the car. She would reach over to your hand and start playing with it, running her fingertips over the palm of your hand and up your arm, or she would intertwine her fingers with yours.

You hate it. But you love it at the same time. It calms you. It makes you feel like someone cares about you, but you also can’t help but feel like you’re not enough, not enough for someone to actually love you.

It’s confusing. You’re confusing.

“Are you okay?” Her voice cuts through the fog of your thoughts like a hot knife. You’re silent. Not sure if you can answer her truthfully, not sure if your mind can handle that kind of honesty.

You feel a hand cup the side of your face. You turn to the source. It’s her hand. She is looking at you, eyes filled with worry. It’s annoying, you hate that she’s looking at you like that.

“I’m okay,” You sigh, looking away, “Just a little tired.”

“Hmm…” You can hear her scoot closer, her other hand now joining her first on the other side of your face.

“You know you can talk to me, right? About anything?” Her thumb rubs over your cheek, “No. You’re annoying.” You mumble, however you find yourself closing your eyes and leaning into her touch, despite yourself.

“Maybe so,” she giggles, and the sound is like music to your ears. “But you can be a pain in the ass too, you know.” Her voice is quiet and you can feel her stare on you.

“Yeah.. i know..” you mutter, “I just feel like… I don’t want to burden anyone with my problems. And I’m fine, I can handle myself.”

“I’m not just anyone, and it’s okay not to be okay. I’m here for you.” Megan says.

“Shut up,” You mumble.

You open your eyes and they meet with Megan’s. She’s staring into your eyes and her stare makes you want to crawl out of your skin. You look away, unable to hold eye contact.

Sitting up, you pull away from her. Megan doesn’t let you get far though, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you towards her, making you sit sideways on her lap.

“I can feel you getting frustrated.” She murmurs, burying her face in your neck. Her warm breath makes your skin tingle. You hate that.

“It’s because of you.” you hiss. Megan just chuckles, sending shivers down your spine. Your mind is reeling and you can’t think. Your emotions are running wild, and the way she is holding you makes you feel so many things. You try to push her away, but you can’t. Her grip on you is firm. It’s as if you’re glued to her.

“Let go.” you mumble. She just hums, rubbing her nose along your neck, and it makes you shudder. You can’t fight it. Your mind is screaming at you to get away, but you can’t.

“Never,” She says quietly, “I never want to let go of you. Ever.”

Your breath hitches and you swallow the lump that formed in your throat, trying not to cry.

Megan continues, “I love you, you know? I hate seeing you be so hard on yourself. You deserve so much love, so much care and appreciation.”

You feel tears stinging your eyes and your heart constricts. Her words pierce you. It feels like a thousand knives are stabbing your chest, and it’s hard to breathe.

You want to tell her she’s wrong, that you’re not worthy of her love. That you don’t deserve to be loved by her, but the words won’t come out. They stick to your tongue, and you can’t speak.

“I know you don’t think that. But it’s true,” She whispers. “You’re amazing, and you’re so beautiful and so talented. I know that you’re struggling. And it hurts me to see that. I want to be there for you. To support you.”

“Shut up.” You choke out, “Please, just shut up. I hate it, i hate you.” Tears are threatening to come out and you close your eyes, you don’t want to cry.

Feeling Megan’s hands running through your hair and massaging your head, and it’s calming. Your breathing begins to slow.

“Why do you hate me?” She whispers, her breath fanning over your ear and you shiver. “I don’t,” you admit, “I just… i hate the way you care, i hate the way you make me feel…”

“How do i make you feel?” She asks. Her lips ghosting over your neck. “I don’t know,” you mutter, “I hate you. But i don’t… i can’t… i don’t hate you.”

“That makes no sense,” She giggles.

“Shut up! I know…” You groan, hands running down your face in exasperation. Opening your eyes again, you see Megan’s face close to yours. If you were to turn your head to the side you’d kiss her~ No, bad thought. Shoo. Shoo.

“Hey,” Her voice snaps you out of it. “You know i love you right?” Her eyes are boring into yours and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned it like a million times.” You mumble. It’s a little exaggerated, but she would tell you it often, whenever you two were alone. You’ve never really taken it into heart, it’s just something she said, a statement, not really anything deeper.

You’re about to speak up again, before you notice a slight mischievous glint in her eye. “Can I show you how much I love you then?~” Her tone changes and you immediately recognize that tone of voice, but it was different. Deeper.

“Stop… you don’t…” You mutter, heart racing.

Her lips brush against your jawline, her nose skimming your cheek, and she presses her body closer to you.

You can’t deny it anymore. You’ve been avoiding it, avoiding your feelings, but it’s clear. You have a big, fat, gay crush on Megan. And you can’t stop thinking about her. It’s like a parasite, and you hate yourself for it.

You hate the way you react to her, the way your heart races and how you can’t stop your thoughts from going to her. It’s driving you crazy.

“Do you want me to show you?” Her lips move to your neck, her tongue licking a line across your skin. Your breathing hitches, and you bite your lip, suppressing a noise that threatened to escape your throat. The wet line on your neck that her tongue left, cooling as it’s exposed to air, sending tingles throughout your entire body.

Heart beating fast, your brain can’t process the situation. Is this real? Or is this one of the fantasies you’ve conjured in your head? It feels too real. The way she is touching you, her breath fanning against your skin, her scent invading your nostrils. Turning your head and facing her, your nose touches hers.

This is definitely real. Her face is so close to yours, your lips almost brushing. You can see her pupils dilated and the hunger in her gaze. She’s staring at your lips. And you want to lean in. To finally feel her lips against yours.

Your body aching to feel her. But you can’t move, paralyzed. Your body is shaking. Her hands run down your arms. Moving you so you’re straddling her lap and intertwining your fingers. “I can see it in your eyes. The way you look at me. You think I haven’t noticed?” Her voice is quiet, a soft murmur in the silence of the practice room.

“W-What?” You stutter. Your voice sounds weak, and your throat is tight.

She squeezes your hands, rubbing circles into the back of them with her thumb, before moving them to wrap around her shoulder, you comply.

You can feel her hands on your waist now, rubbing small circles with her thumb. It’s a soothing gesture, one that you know well. But it feels different now. It’s like electricity running through you. Her hands are warm against your skin. Your body is burning.

“I see how you look at me. And it drives me crazy, you know? Because i look at you the same way…” Her hands are trailing upwards now, and you feel them move up your sides, slowly. She’s being gentle with you. “Sometimes I think i’m dreaming. Because how is it possible that someone so beautiful, so perfect, looks at me with that much… desire…”

“Don’t say that. You know that’s not true. You know how I feel about myself…” You whisper. You don’t believe it, not for one second. How can someone as amazing and perfect as her think that you’re perfect too?

She lets out a frustrated groan and suddenly she’s pushing you backwards, off her lap. The coldness of the floor against your back is a stark contrast to her warmth from earlier. You’re confused, did she change her mind?

Your question is answered as you feel her climb over you. Her hands beside your head, and she’s staring at you with such intensity, it’s hard to breathe. “You are so perfect.” She says, her voice filled with passion.

You look away. Your cheeks are burning. “No, i’m not. Don’t lie.” You mutter.

“Look at me.” Her voice is firm, commanding.

You turn back to her. You’re unable to disobey. She’s hovering above you, and your heart is pounding. Your breaths are shaky and shallow. “I want to kiss you,” she says softly. “But only if you let me.”

Her face lowers to yours, her lips mere inches from your own before stopping, awaiting your answer.

Your brain fighting with itself. Do you deserve this? Indulge yourself just once? Would it be a sin for you to let go of your worries and give in? Are you really -

…

…

…

“Please…” You whisper, and that’s all she needs. She’s kissing you.

Soft lips on yours. You’re melting into it, letting her lead. Your hands move up to tangle in her hair. It feels like you’ve been waiting forever to kiss her. Her lips move with yours and it’s everything you imagined and more.

Her hand slides under your head, cradling your head. You feel safe. A sense of security and warmth washes over you.

Her lips part, her tongue slipping past your lips and meeting yours. You gasp and she deepens the kiss, her other hand holding onto your hip, squeezing you gently.

The coldness of the floor doesn’t even register anymore, all you can think about is her lips on yours. How her tongue dances with your own.

She pulls back for air and you take a moment to breathe, the two of you panting. “You have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that…” She murmurs. Her hand moving down your neck, to your collarbone, and slowly moving towards the straps of your bra.

Your heart is beating so fast you can hear it in your head, drowning out all the thoughts that were there before, replacing it with thoughts of Megan, of her lips and her tongue, her touch. You need more.

“I-I.. Me too…” You admit, and you can feel her lips on your neck, pressing light kisses on the skin.

Your skin is burning, your whole body is on fire. Your hands are shaking as you grab the bottom of her t shirt, tugging at it lightly, a silent plea for her to remove it. You want to feel her skin against yours, to feel her warmth. You want her. She doesn’t need to be told twice, she quickly pulls the shirt off her head. Your eyes rake down her body and you can’t help but admire her. She’s beautiful. So beautiful.

Your hands reach out to touch her, and she leans into your touch, sighing contentedly as your hands run over her smooth skin. She leans down again, pressing her body flush against yours. Her warmth spreading to you, making you feel so warm inside.

Megan connects her lips with yours again. Your lips moving together, her hands running through your hair and she tugs slightly. A groan slips from your throat and you feel her lips curl up in a smile, she pulls back slightly, staring into your eyes.

“What was that?” She says, a smirk forming on her face.

“N-Nothing…” Your face turning a deep crimson red. “Don’t get cocky, loser..” you grumble.

“Why not?” She purrs, leaning down to your neck, pressing soft kisses along it, making you shiver. “Because.. Because I-” She licks and bites down on a sensitive part of your neck, making you let out a small yelp. You feel her giggle against your neck, before she sucks on the sensitive skin there.

Your hand reaches up to grasp her shoulder, needing something to hold on to as her teeth nibble at the skin.

“F-” You slam your mouth shut with your other hand, to try and hold back the noise that threatened to escape, you weren’t ready to embarrass yourself further.

Megan however notices, and her hand that was tangled in your hair moves to grab your wrist. Holding your arm up over your head, pinning you down. She lifts herself from your neck, her eyes trailing your face. Your face feels like it’s on fire, you’re embarrassed. Megan is staring at you like you’re a delicious meal, ready for her to eat.

Her hand slowly moves to grasp your hand that was holding onto her shoulder, and brings it up with your other, pinning both over your head. Her hips pressing against yours. You gasp and squirm beneath her, and she presses harder, grinding down against you. Making you let out a whimper.

“Baby~” She murmurs, “What’s wrong?” Her tone teasing. You can feel her warm breath fanning over your ear. Your body shakes with the anticipation of what’s to come, you want her to touch you more, to kiss you, to do more to you.

But you’re also so embarrassed. You don’t know if you can handle her seeing you like this, so vulnerable, so needy.

“Mmm…” You try to form words, but they get stuck in your throat. “Tell me,” Her voice is so deep. It makes you tremble, and you can feel your heart racing in your chest.

You open your mouth to try and answer her, but you can’t find the words.

She takes this as an opportunity and she’s kissing you again. You can feel her tongue slipping past your lips, licking and tasting every corner of your mouth.

Your mind goes blank, the only thing you can think of is her. The way her lips feel on yours, her taste. Her scent. It’s intoxicating.

Your body reacts without your control. Wrapping your legs around her waist, pulling her closer. Her hands move from yours, trailing down your sides, resting on your hips, her nails digging in. The slight pain makes you moan into the kiss. Her hips grinding against yours in slow, languid circles. You’re both still in your sweatpants, but you can feel the heat radiating off her.

“W-wait. What if someone c-comes in?” Your breathing is ragged as you pull away, trying to stop her, to get a grasp on the situation.

“We can just lock the door.” She huffs, but she doesn’t get up to go do it, she doesn’t want to stop. Neither do you. But you’re scared of getting caught. “M-Megan!”

She groans, but she doesn’t let go of you. Instead she holds you tightly as she stands up, you squeal and wrap your arms and legs around her, to hold on as she carries you while walking over to the door and turns the lock. “There. Happy now?” She asks, raising an eyebrow. You don’t comment, simply hiding your face against her neck to avoid her eyes.

She giggles then carries you to the couch that’s in the practice room and drops you on it, you land with an ‘oof’ and glare at her. Megan smiles cheekily at you, sitting on top of your thighs, her elbows moving to rest on either side of your head.

You can’t stay mad at her. She’s so cute. You reach up to her and pull her in by the neck. Your lips meet again. You can’t stop kissing her, it’s addicting, and she seems to agree, as she kisses back with the same fervour.

Her hand trails down your body, to the waistband of your sweatpants. She tugs on the band lightly. You breathe heavily at the implication, arching your body towards hers.

She smirks against your lips. Moving to tug the waistband of your pants and pulling them down your thighs.

Your breaths are coming out in heavy puffs. You can feel the cool air of the room on your legs, making you shiver. She doesn’t stop. She pulls them all the way off. Leaving you only in your bra and panties.

Her hands run up and down your thighs. Her nails scratching lightly at the skin. It feels good, and you’re squirming. Your mind is racing with a thousand thoughts, but all of them seem to lead to her.

Your heart is pounding in your ears. Your body is burning with a need. You’re nervous, and your hands are trembling.

Megan moves down your body, placing kisses down your stomach, stopping right above the hem of your panties. Her hand comes up and strokes your clothed core. You whimper and arch into her touch. You need more, but you can’t form the words. You just want to feel more of her, more of what she has to offer you.

“Baby, you’re soaked…” Her voice is deep, her hand rubbing against your clothed core. Your legs tremble. You feel so exposed. You want to cover up, but you also want this. You need this. You’ve been longing for her for so long.

Your hips buck against her hand and you whimper while blushing hard. She smirks at you. “You like that huh? My fingers touching your pussy through your wet panties?~” You cover your face with your arm. You don’t know if it’s to hide your embarrassment or to muffle your moans, probably a little of both.

Megan giggles. “I love how you react to me,” she murmurs. You groan, still covering your eyes. She chuckles again and continues rubbing your pussy, your panties becoming wetter and wetter. The wet fabric sticking to your core, the friction making you whimper.

You moan and squirm as she touches you. Your body is shaking with anticipation. You can’t take it anymore.

“P-please…” Your voice comes out as a whine. You peek out from behind your arm, her eyes meeting yours. The hunger in her gaze obvious and her lips curl up in a smile as she hums.

You don’t think you can take this much longer. She has you at her mercy, she knows it.

You’re so embarrassed. The fact that she has you like this, whimpering and writhing under her, it makes you feel so vulnerable.

Her fingers move to hook under your panties, slowly tugging them down, and you feel so exposed. But it also feels so right. The cool air hits your core and you gasp, arching your body towards her.

You feel so wet, you’re sure there’s a wet patch on the couch below you, but you don’t care.

“Mm~ Look at that, such a pretty pussy…” Megan hums, looking at you with such an intense stare, it’s almost as if she’s looking into your soul.

She spreads your legs wider apart, before leaning down to your pussy, her mouth stopping just over it, her warm breath fanning over it and making your legs tremble.

She gives it a tentative lick and you gasp. It’s not enough, it’s never enough. “Please…” Your voice comes desperate.

“Tell me what you need baby~” Her voice is low, it makes you shiver. “I- I need you to… I want…” you don’t know how to say it. You don’t want to say it. It’s so embarrassing. Megan giggles. “You need to me to… what? Eat you out?~” You moan at her words. “Yes… Please….”

“Mmm… Okay.” Her lips meet your clit, giving it a soft kiss. You gasp, and she starts licking your clit in circular motions, making you squirm and whimper.

She continues licking, and you can’t stop the noises that escape your lips anymore. Your breathing becomes heavier, and you feel so hot. She sucks on your clit and you moan loudly. Your hands reaching up to her hair, tugging at her ginger dyed locks.

You feel her hum against you, and her hands slide up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh.

Her lips part from you for a moment as she looks at you. You whine at the loss, but your eyes meet hers, and you feel your face burn up. The way she looks at you makes you feel like a prey, you’re completely at her mercy.

“Don’t stop..” You pant. “Please don’t stop.”

She doesn’t. Her mouth returns to your pussy. This time though she starts licking a line down to your entrance, licking it teasingly. You gasp and buck your hips into her. “Ahh! M-Megan! Please…”

She smirks, licking the wetness around it, before slowly pushing her tongue in. Your eyes widen and you let out a moan. She starts moving her tongue inside you, slowly. She hums, making you squirm.

You can feel her tongue curl inside of you, pressing into your walls. You moan and tighten around her. Her hands gripping your thighs tighter, her nails digging into the soft flesh.

The feeling of her tongue is so foreign and weird, but so good at the same time, making you writhe on the couch.

Her hands move down to rub at your clit as she eats you out, and you feel yourself nearing closer and closer to release. Your body is burning. Your mind is going blank, your body shaking with pleasure. “A-ahh… Megan.. I-“ You whimper, your head thrown back against the couch, eyes closed.

Megan pulls back slightly. She takes her fingers away from your clit. “Look at me.”

You do, looking down at her. You wish you didn’t. Her brown iris’ barely visible, her pupils blown wide with lust. Your pussy clenches at the sight, and she smirks before diving back into you, eating you out with renewed vigor. You’re a moaning mess.

The sight of her is burned into your memory. It makes your heart race and your breaths quicken. You feel like you’re going to explode.

Your body is burning and you can’t hold on much longer. Grabbing onto her head and holding on to dear life, you cum, screaming out her name.

Her tongue doesn’t stop though, making you writhe and squirm as the sensation of your orgasm gets drawn out.

Eventually her tongue stops and pulls away, giving you one last kiss on the clit. You moan softly at the feeling, before panting and trying to regain your breathing.

Megan comes back up and lies on top of you, hugging your waist and burying her face into the crook of your neck, her body resting between your legs.

Her warm body against yours makes you feel secure and safe, and you wrap your arms around her.

She kisses your neck softly, then up your neck, and finally to your lips, capturing them in a slow and passionate kiss, you hum softly into the kiss and wrap your arms tighter around her, pulling her closer to you.

The kiss ends, and you can feel her smiling against you. “How are you feeling?” she asks.

You smile and sigh. “I feel good… really good..” “I’m glad,” she murmurs, nuzzling her face against yours.

The two of you stay there, cuddling and talking about anything that comes to mind, but you’re both exhausted. You can feel the fatigue from the long day of practicing and then from… what just happened, creeping up on you, your eyes start drooping.

Megan notices and sits up, looking down at your drowsy state, and chuckles softly, before leaning down to give you one last peck on your forehead, “Let’s get you dressed so we can go home.” She whispers.

“Ugh… i definitely need a shower.” you grumble. You feel disgusting. Sweaty, and now… Sticky…

You look at Megan, who is putting your pants back on for you, and you can’t help the butterflies in your stomach.

What does this mean? Where does this put your relationship with her? You can’t think of that right now though, your mind is foggy.

Megan helps you up, and both of you grab your things, finally leaving the practice room and heading out to the parking lot to get to your car. Putting both your bags in the trunk before getting in the driver’s seat, Megan smirking at you from the passenger side as you sit down.

“You sure you can drive? Your legs were trembling pretty hard~” She teases with a stupid grin, so you flick her forehead.

She lets out an exaggerated pained sound and rubs at her forehead, “Ow~ What was that for?!”

“For being annoying. Plus i’m never gonna let you drive my car. The odds of crashing is increased by a million percent if i let you drive.” You say with a straight face.

She lets out a dramatic gasp, hand on her heart as if you hurt her deeply, before giggling, and you can’t help the small smile that creeps onto your lips. Her laugh makes your chest tighten.

The two of you buckle in and start driving off. Megan has her phone connected to your speakers, blasting music and singing loudly, the car windows open as you both drive through the highway.

You glance over at Megan and smile softly. Her ginger hair is flowing in the wind and she looks so beautiful, her brown eyes are sparkling as she sings.

Maybe you do deserve this happiness. This moment. Just this one moment, before your head starts running again. And maybe you do deserve her love. Maybe.

But that’s for another time.

For now, you’re going to enjoy the moment. Just this once.

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a/n - Holy shit did you really read the whole thing? You sussy baka. Anygays, i have an idea that is kinda a follow up of this, but also its own thing. We’ll see if i do anything. Or maybe this will be my first and last fanfic ever. Istg im shaking while thinking bout pressing ‘post’ on this shit. I gotta wake up in 2 hours for work, Katseye will be the end of me bro. To whoever that reads this, hope you have a mid day and get shot by a grandma ╰( ´︶` )╯

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Thanksgiving Drabble w/ the 141 + Black Reader

Notes/warnings: just a fluff piece from me. I don’t know how to do drabbles/imagines but I SURE DO enjoy reading them and I have a brain baby to birth. Idk if this is TOO specific for a drabble but reader is black/female/american. Because those things aren’t often represented in these! And also I can do what I want at the end of the day. Just… just walk with me here.

The military is an easy place to forget that your squadmates are real actual people with families and backgrounds, on account of the inherent assimilation. Not that it wasn’t needed, but you get so busy creating your own language and communication styles that I think being able to express cultural habits and likes get a little seldom.

All that to say, you and Gaz LOVE to cook together, as it makes you nostalgic for your respective families. And you’ll be damned if these Brits make you skip Thanksgiving. The rest met your enthusiasm with “fucking Americans” but Gaz thankfully was more than happy to join you in the prep, you both bonding in hatred for the same old shit from the base kitchen. But most of the base is gone so you lot have the kitchen and common room to yourself, and that means you and Gaz are making a FEAST.

Pulling greens, the dishes that take 6-8 hours to make, the shit talking, the hyper specific recipes that you bicker about, the music played. You both are IN IT, and Johnny, Simon and Price didn’t have anywhere else to be, and are more than happy to eat what you make. (As they aren’t the most talented cooks of the bunch) Sausage rolls and chip buttys a Thanksgiving does not make.

It tickles the other three to walk by occasionally, listening to you to just… talk. And vibe. About old experiences, moving in tandem, bitching occcasionally. It had a spooky parallel to how you all worked in the field, seamlessly in sync, but the juxtaposition of it being wholesome. You all got to live in a temporary bubble of normalcy and domesticism. Like a big weird family, you could forget you all killed people for a living.

Price had shit to do, so he did flybys through the day, but they increased in frequency as it went on, his smile growing each time. His little grinch heart growing, seeing his team get along. You tossed cookies at him, hoping to get a rise out of him, but all you were met with was a “thanks, love” and a wink. You made a mental note to do that at a frequency of everyday forever.

Soap didn’t want to miss anything (or feel left out) so he kept to his favorite things: “watching TV” aka TikToks and passively watching a show, interjecting in conversations and stealing food when no one was looking. (Everyone was looking and he was slapped and yelled at A LOT)

Ghost was just unfamiliar with this intimate of camaraderie. He stopped in occasionally for tea, which Gaz and you started making for him. You could see his little eye crinkles as you prepared his tea just like he liked it.

Gaz and you started singing together as you plated the meal on the kitchen island. The rest of the team was holding a flight pattern in the common area, pulled in like the smell lines in an old timey cartoon, scotch already prepped and poured. But there was a moment where you two got swept up in your comfortability, and started singing in earnest. (This song in particular) You two didn’t make it a habit of getting too relaxed in front of the others, big tough soldiers and all, so this was a rare, near nonexistent sight.

Better days comin' for sure

If this world were—

If it was up to me

I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy

I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everything

I just wanna see you win, wanna see

If this world were mine

The three on the couch looked back with open mouths and smiles as you carried on. Literal years you all have worked together, how did they not know you two sang, and HARMONIZED? Did you practice?

You noticed first, brought back to reality and almost dropping a dish. Scandalized! Embarassed! Blushing furiously! Gaz thankfully was impervious to their bullshit, and told them to fuck off and come eat. Typical soldiers, couldn’t sit down proper for anything, food included, so you all settled into conversation and a full meal standing around the island. Enjoying the bubble, enjoying the peace, enjoying the moment.

Johnny, Price and Simon graciously offered to do dishes and clean. (Leftovers for days!) And after a while, you all dispersed. Soap stole a half of a pie and was inbound on falling asleep with his pants unbuttoned on the couch. Ghost was tactically figuring out how to look aloof and fall asleep on Soaps shoulder. Gaz had family (and a lady, you suspected) to FaceTime and Price hung behind you on the way to the barracks. Before you made your good nights, he offered to share a new bottle of bourbon his Nan sent in his room. Super casual. No pressure. Maybe he could hear your pretty voice sing just for him this time.

(This Drabble is sponsored by holidays, KDots new album, and an excuse to flirt with Price. Happy Thanksgiving, Americans are all on native land, and fuck Columbus)

[adrealucia]

hiiiiiiii

Can I pls request an art class Sean? Or maybe one night he can't stop drawing you? Super excited for pt 4 of New Beginnings btw!! (you inspired me to start a fic tooo hehe)

omg, I absolutely LOVED writing this, thank you so much for this req <33 and omg I am so happy to hear that I inspired you to write a fic as well! I hope I'll be able to read it hihi

Sean's muse

Art class was Sean Diaz’s sanctuary. The scent of paint and the symphony of pencils scratching against paper were his escape from the tumultuous reality outside. Within these walls, creativity reigned supreme.

Sean sat in his usual spot in the corner of the art studio, where he could observe without being observed. Today, the model posed in the center of the room, perfectly poised, but Sean’s attention was elsewhere. His eyes kept drifting to you, sitting a few seats away, completely absorbed in your work. Your presence had become his new source of inspiration.

You had joined the class a few weeks ago, and Sean found himself captivated by you from the moment you walked in. There was something magnetic about the way you focused on your art, the way you held your pencil with such intent, the way you furrowed your brow in concentration. He couldn’t help but steal glances, his curiosity growing with each passing day.

Today, he couldn’t resist any longer. His sketch of the model was nearly complete, but it lacked the spark that your presence ignited within him. His hands moved almost of their own accord, tracing the lines of your face instead. He captured the way the light danced on your hair, the curve of your lips, and the intensity in your eyes. His gaze flicked up to you, hoping you wouldn’t notice his stolen glances, but you were lost in your own world.

The class ended, and as everyone packed up, Sean hurried to gather his things. He didn’t want you to see his drawing. He wasn’t ready for you to know. He barely knew you, but already, you had stirred something deep within him.

Walking home, Sean's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.

He replayed the way you looked in his mind, trying to capture every detail. The way your eyes narrowed slightly when you concentrated, the delicate curve of your smile when you were pleased with your work. There was a serenity about you that he longed to understand, a depth he wanted to explore. He had never felt this way before, this pull towards someone he barely knew.

When he got home, he dropped his bag and immediately sat at his desk, surrounded by sketchbooks and pencils. He had to draw you again, to capture that feeling that you invoked within him. Each stroke of his pencil was a tribute to the fascination he felt. He drew you smiling, lost in thought, and even imagined the sound of your laughter. He wondered what your voice sounded like, what kind of things made you laugh.

Hours passed, and Sean lost himself in the process. His room became a gallery of your images, each sketch a testament to his growing obsession. He knew he had to talk to you, to see if you were as incredible as he imagined. The thought of it both excited and terrified him.

For the next art class, Sean arrived early, his heart pounding with anticipation.

He rehearsed his words over and over, imagining different scenarios in his mind. He feared rejection, but the thought of not knowing you at all was worse. When you walked in, you took your usual seat, completely unaware of the effect you had on him.

Sean took a deep breath and approached you, his heart racing. "Hey," he said, trying to sound casual, though his voice wavered slightly. "Can I see what you're working on?"

You looked up, surprised, but smiled warmly. "Sure," you said, moving aside to give him a better view.

Sean studied your drawing, impressed by the skill and emotion you put into it. "This is amazing," he said sincerely, feeling a pang of admiration.

"Thanks," you replied, a slight blush coloring your cheeks. "I've seen your work too. You're really talented."

Sean’s heart skipped a beat. "Thanks. Actually, I was wondering if you might want to... I don't know, maybe grab a coffee sometime? I'd love to talk about art and, you know, get to know you better."

Your smile widened, and it felt like the sun breaking through the clouds. "I'd like that," you said, your eyes sparkling with interest.

As you both returned to your seats, Sean couldn’t stop smiling. The rest of the class passed in a blur, but he didn’t mind. He had taken the first step, and that was enough for now.

That evening, Sean found himself drawing again, but this time, he was drawing from a place of hope. He sketched the way you smiled when he asked you out, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about art. Each drawing was more vibrant, more alive. He imagined conversations with you, learning about your passions, your dreams, and your fears. He wondered what it would be like to make you laugh, to see you happy.

In his room, surrounded by his drawings of you, Sean felt a sense of contentment he had never known before.

You were his muse, and he was ready to explore whatever this new chapter might bring. He knew that these feelings were just the beginning, and he couldn’t wait to see where they would lead. With every sketch, every thought of you, he felt more connected to you, more inspired. He realized that art had brought him more than just a way to express himself—it had brought him to you.

authors note: this was just such a goood request!! I feel like Sean can get pretty obsessive when it comes to drawing or sketching so I hope I didn't write him too creepy. hope you liked it <33

[theoriginalkaminari]

Do not reblog or repost this. (Warnings: kidnapping and character death.)

He didn't know why he needed you.

Maybe it was because you were nice to him.

Maybe it was because you treated him like a person.

Maybe it was because he liked your touch.

Maybe it was because you reminded him that none of what happened to him was his fault.

Maybe it was because he enjoyed cuddling with you.

Any of those things could be true for Tomura.

Maybe thats why it hurt so much when you died. Maybe thats why he felt his whole world crumble when Endeavour killed you.

Your eyes didn't have that same color they used too. That same spark, that same hope.

When you died, no one knew what to do. Not only because you had a winning quirk, but because you were always that little spark of hope in the villains lives. Even Dabi missed you.

Tomura hid in his room, scratching furiously at his neck as tears fell from his eyes. If anyone saw him like this, he would turn them to dust. Except for you, but only because he actually enjoyed your company.

Only, you weren't there anymore. But that wasn't true, right? Surely this was all just a dream. Then he would wake up and you'd be next to him, and you'd stroke his hair and tell him how much he means to you. He eventually noticed all of his denial.

Tomura hated you for dying. Why would you leave him? Didn't you know he needed you? He hated how he would dream about you being with him, and he hated that it couldn't be a reality. Sometimes he would take his anger out on the League. Sometimes he would turn random glasses to dust.

Kurogiri was good at stopping his rage fits. Almost as good as you were. All Kurogiri had to do was remind Tomura that you didn't like when he was upset. Then he would stop and storm back to his room.

Tomura began to try find ways to bring you back. Which ment stealing enough money to try and get you a new body, or trading information for a vital organ, but nothing worked. Kurogiri began to grow worried for him. He kept bargaining with people to try and bring someone back, but it wasn't going to work. So he moved on from that state.

Tomura didn't eat for two days. He locked himself in his room, and laid on the floor all day. If he stayed in the bed, all that would do is remind him of how you used to cuddle with him. He loved you. He just didn't realize he did until you were gone. He hated himself for it. He remembered how everyday you would remind him that you loved him, and sometimes, he would say it back because he wanted to love you. His depression lingered for a week or three.

Eventually, Tomura accepted your death.

He did that by rebuilding you. You wouldn't remember anything, so he could start fresh. He could start everything over without you remembering all those terrible times. He rebuilt you with an excited smile. After all, he couldn't wait to see you again.

Tomura had to make a few of these androids. They weren't good enough. They didn't look like you, or they didn't have your voice, or they ended up not working. He was growing frustrated. That was until he remembered a girl in the support course of U.A.

Mei Hatsume.

So naturally, Tomura had to kidnap her. He promised that he wouldn't kill her if she rebuilt you. He, unfortunately, had to wait a few days. Those were some of his least favorite days.

Eventually, Mei finished you, and she was allowed to go back home. But if she told anyone, Tomura would kill everyone in her family. So she didn't.

Tomura was ecstatic. He finally had you back.

And no one was going to take you away from him ever again.

[basu-shokikita]

Kloktober 2024 Day 3

Horror Movie Crossover

I love horror movies and I love Skwistok so I tried to tackle a very popular trope often seen in horror movies featuring, well, these guys.

I think it's pretty obvious movie which movie I'm referencing so I won't say it, haha.

Toki barely managed to close the door before Skwisgaar lunged at him. “Stops!” He laughed, though he didn’t really push him away.

“No ways…” Skwisgaar hummed, stealing kisses to Toki’s neck. “We ams finallies alone…” Slowly, he worked his way up to Toki’s jaw. “Dey was drivins me crazy, you knows?”

“Ja…” Toki half-assedly agreed, the attention too distracting. “Dey was…”

“Hm…” Skwisgaar licked the outline of Toki’s ear. “What you says we…” One of his hands suggestively squeezed Toki’s side.

“Buts…” Toki weakly protested, as Skwisgaar’s hand dove inside his shirt. “It ams soes nice outside…” Everyone had gone to swim at the lake because it was so damn hot and Toki wanted to get changed to join them. Because it was summer and it was…a vacation, right? Toki was pretty sure of it but Skwisgaar’s fingers were making him question reality. 

“We has times…” Skwisgaar said in a throaty voice, before his lips suckled the skin on Toki’s neck. “We has lotsa times…”

Any reluctance in Toki’s mind faded away the moment Skwisgaar’s eyes laid on him, his own eyelids growing heavy. As their mouths met, Toki decided to put the swimming plans on hold. 

It wasn’t all that recent since they started messing around, though they still hadn’t told…anyone, really. Honesty, it just added to the thrill of it, to keep a secret that big from the rest of the band. 

So, when Charles suggested they take a few days off recording at some random cabin well within american forests, the excitement was palpable. They would be free to disappear to get raunchy together, without having to justify their absence to the other three, which would sometimes happen back in Mordhaus. 

…They just didn’t expect for the trip to be in a car, so they couldn’t sneak in any incidental gropes or whisper dirty things in each other’s ear like they would’ve on a plane or bus. Of course the moment they freed themselves of his friends was meant to end like this. 

Not to mention, Skwisgaar wanting him so badly was a turn on in itself. 

The bed squeaked under the weight as they continued making out. Skwisgaar quickly got rid of his shirt, his lips returning to Toki’s with urgency. Aroused, Toki reached for Skwisgaar’s belt and undid it in a matter of seconds. He had barely taken it off when he heard a creak outside their room.

“Waits.” 

“Whats?” Skwisgaar’s face was buried in Toki’s neck.

“I heards somet’ings.” Toki whispered, gesturing to the door when Skwisgaar lifted his head.

Frowning, Skwisgaar glared at the door. “Who ams there?”

No response. No noise either.

After a while, Skwisgaar shrugged. “Maybe it ams de winds.”

“J-Ja.” Toki chuckled and they continued as if nothing had happened. 

Toki took off his shirt and Skwisgaar’s lips began tracing a loving path down his abdomen. Toki closed his eyes and sighed, focusing on the sensation of skin against skin and the warmth of Skwisgaar’s touch. So, it was to his utmost surprise when Skwisgaar suddenly stopped.

“Da fucks…” Toki heard him say and he opened his eyes.

Skwisgaar was staring at the door in disbelief. When he turned to look, he saw it was slowly opening, as if someone had pushed it. “Wha…”

“Alrights.” Skwisgaar got off the bed, annoyed. “Who ams it? Dis amsnt funnies.”

“Skwisgaar!” Toki tried to hand his shirt back at him but Skwisgaar wasn’t listening, grabbing his guitar resting against the wall instead. 

“Betters not be any dildos fans!” He said, wielding the instrument as if it were a sword. In a way, it made sense that the one that would turn Skwisgaar violent was being interrupted from having action. “Wells?” Upon meeting no answer, he disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.

“W-Waits!” Toki tried to follow him, but something was in the corner of his eye. 

He turned and saw the silhouette of a big, tall man. He was wearing a hockey mask, strands of straight white hair coming out of the sides of his face. His skin was pale like a dead man’s and there was a red glow coming out of his eyes, piercing through Toki.

“Skwisgaars!” Toki yelled in horror, too frozen to move.

Hurried steps came back into the room and Skwisgaar appeared again. “Whats?”

“L…Looks!” Toki pointed at the window, only to see there was nothing now. “Whats?! I-I swears…dere was ams…scaries mans…”

Thankfully, Skwisgaar didn’t doubt him, walking to his side instead. “Dis places ams givinks de creeps.”

Toki nodded, looking out of the window in disbelief still.

Where the hell did they get themselves into? 

[baji-sideblog]

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Yandere Handyman

Luka Komso

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Luka Komso grew up in a big household being the eldest child of five kids. His family was relatively well off and loving towards each other. Though they cared for each other Luka and his siblings still struggled feeling any emotion at all. His parents expected it and told him it was normal for their family it’s always been that way. They told Luka that one day he would hopefully meet the one who would make him feel emotions he couldn’t ever imagine.

That when he does find them, he was to keep that person in his life forever and protect them with everything he has. That if anyone got in his way, he was to eliminate them. And hearing what his parents told him Luka was honestly excited to meet his future darling hoping he would find them soon. That is how Luka started to work as a handyman, seeing that everyone needs to call one. He hoped that he could find his darling that way.

Though like anything things take time, and over time he started to get depressed about not finding his soulmate yet. He grew desperate to find his sweet darling. But each time he failed to fine you he got more and more depressed. Till one day when he came into a convenient store to answer a call to fix a broken refrigerator, he met you, his darling. Who worked there, and just like his parents told him he felt so many wonderful, beautiful emotions. He was utterly smitten with you at first sight. His whole world burst with such beautiful colors and feelings he never felt more alive.

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Luka the handyman who started to drop by everyday giving you food he made for you, constantly talking to you about random stuff. And loving every conversation he has with you. Who showers you in praise, compliments, and affection.

The handyman killing those that trigger his protective instincts making him feel as they’re a threat to you. Who takes your safety seriously and does not want any of them to steal you from him. Who uses his werewolf form to make their bodies unrecognizable.

Luka who devotes everything to you believing you're his one true soulmate. Him planning out your guy's future home even though he hasn't asked you out properly yet. Honestly terrified at the thought of losing you, those thoughts haunting his dreams.

His nightmares becoming a reality when he meets Rider and soon become even worse when he meets Mandus, Quinn, and Topaz as well. Now having to fight through your other yandere admires, but for him it's worth it as long as he can have you in the end.

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