#why was that so comforting hhhh

[porcelainbambi]

Oh my little girl… it’s okay, it’s alright. Whatever bad happened today, it’s all gone and you’re all safe now. Just hide in your fluffy bed and i can draw silly little things on your back and let you guess what it is, my sweet girl

🧺

keepin this message in my pocket forever. need this always i’m gonna hide my face in ur shoulder n cry actually:(

[sysig]

DAAAAAAAAAAAAX <3 <3 (Patreon)

[jadeneppy]

WHEEEEE

[wigglybraintime]

ofmd fandom unwelcoming as shit send tweet

[xifere]

xifere presents… kenji sato x gn!reader

content warnings… 18+, not proofread, sub!kenji sato, edging, solo masturbation, pet names, praise kink, might be a lil ooc, kenji can’t be discreet over the phone

How embarrassing, really, Kenji thought. He stared at himself in the mirror across from him as he sat on the edge of his neatly made bed, hands positioned behind him. He hadn’t seen you in what felt like months, and now the evidence was staring right back at him, though covered by the thick layer of his black sweats. It ached. He wanted nothing more than to relieve himself, but he knew himself. He can’t cum without your help.

And yet, he was desperate. Already, he was breathing heavily as he took a shaky hand and palmed his clothes dick. He let out a deep sigh before pulling down the waistband of his sweats juuuust enough for his cock to bobble up. The air was cold against his sensitive tip, and a hiss left his lips. Kenji wasted no time wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, just the way you do, trying to stimulate the same movements you used. He glanced up and caught a glimpse of himself biting his lip with a slightly flushed face in an attempt to hush himself from sounding so pathetic.

He imagined you behind him, guiding him to his orgasm, and the image itself makes him forget any rational thoughts.

“Fu-hhhh…”

That one time you really did sit behind him, whispering sweet nothings in his ears, reminding him how much of a slut he was for you while praising him all the same, popped up in his mind, and he couldn't help but stroke faster. Your sultry voice, your breath on his ears, the teasing kisses you gave him. Oh, how he fucking mi–

A loud ringtone filled the quiet room. Startled, he let go of himself, and his incoming orgasm was lost. But he quickly recognized the ringtone– it was the one he picked specifically for you.

But shit. Could the timing have been any worse better? At this point, his tip was fuming. An angry red, his slit trickling pre. He couldn't stop now, but he wasn't going to skip your call either.

“Hey baby… what's up?”

“Just wanted to say you did great today, sweetheart. I saw your little heroic moment on the news.” God, and the first thing you do is praise him. He feels like a horny teen again, the way he wraps his hands around his cock just to jerk off at the sound of your voice. You wouldn't mind though, right?

A shaky, “Yea?” was all he could manage without revealing his actions to you.

“Mhm, and also just to say sorry for not being able to see you lately. Work has been so busy and…” he could listen to you for hours. He stroked himself to the pace of your words, squeezing tighter every time he went over his tip. He couldn't do the same motions as you, his brain already too preoccupied with you and his need to empty his balls.

“Ken? Ken, baby, I know it’s been a few days, but if you’ve missed me that much, you could've just told me.”

He didn't even realize. He'd already gotten too comfortable, his back against the bed, one hand holding his phone to his ear, the other hand stroking his cock, and his throat eliciting all the evidence you could ever ask for. You'd never mistake these moans for anything but pleas for pleasure.

But being caught only spurred him on more. “Hahh– missed… you s’ much…” You couldn't hear them as well as his breathy groans, but the sound of slick was filling up the room, slowly but surely.

“Don’t you dare cum, Ken.” He stopped. A whine. You loved it. The way the pitch of his voice rose when he didn't get what he wanted. And he wanted more, so why should he listen? He thought he would break with how much his cock ached. Yet his hand was still at the base of his dick. “I’m coming over right now, so sit pretty like the good boy you are.”

He so terribly wanted to disobey you, show you he doesn't always have to be a good boy for you, but he knew himself. He wouldn't have been able to cum without you anyways.

[strwberri-milk]

Hello!! Sorry if this is lengthy but can you please do a "I didn't know we were dating." Scenario/HC where MC/reader didn't know that they were already dating the LaDS guys meanwhile the guys have been preparing to celebrate their 1 year anniversary together and reader/MC is confused because they thought that the LaDS guys were just being close and affectionate cause they were good friends and the LaDS men are like "We've been together this whole time!"? (And this whole time MC has been pining for them but they thought their feelings were one sided)

Please feel free to ignore/delete this if it's too lengthy 😅

hhhh im modifying this to a few months bc tbh i dont see any of the boys going that long without making some sort of clarifying statement that makes it clear you two are dating we love kings of communcation <3

Zayne was always warmer with you than anybody else. You never thought of it as anything other than platonic, especially considering you've overheard him talking to his colleagues about needing to see his partner or bringing something over the next time he sees them. You never asked him about it since he never seemed to say anything about them to you, thinking that he was just wanting to keep his relationship private.

It's not until one day when you hear him on the phone use your name in conjunction with calling you his partner that you think to ask him. You wait for him to finish his call, asking him what he meant by that. He's just as confused, asking if the two of you were dating. He'd thought you were since you never said anything to the contrary and seemed just as happy to spend time with him. You have to finally admit to him that you had no idea, the two of you laughing awkwardly at the assumption that was made. You end up making things official, finally going on your actual first date the same day.

Xavier was always all over you. You thought it was because he didn't really seem to have many friends outside of yourself, not minding it at all since you liked him just as much, if not more. You don't think to ask why he feels so comfortable around you, knowing that honestly, you felt just as comfortable around him yourself. Not only that, but since you had feelings for him allowing him to be as touchy as he was allowed you to fantasize about the two of you being more.

One day he tells you he loves you out of the blue, making you a flustered mess. You cover your face, trying desperately to hide and ask him why he's suddenly saying all that, only to be attacked with the fact that he's asking why you haven't said it back. He looks sad, asking if you don't love him and your relationship wasn't as serious as he thought it was. You ask him what relationship, leading to you finding out that he thought you said yes to being his partner when he asked you after a sleepover one morning. It's a little mortifying but you don't mind now that you know, hugging him tightly and telling him that you love him more than anything.

Rafayel has always been nice to you, practically crawling into your lap whenever the two of you are hanging out. He loves to hold you, burying his face into your neck and saying the sweetest things - the exact opposite of the man he presents himself to be. You just assumed that him being this needy was a reflection of how comfortable he is with you, totally unaware that he was trying to figure out how to make your first kiss perfect.

He invites you over for dinner - an occurrence that was becoming more and more common - fully intent on making a move on you tonight. You thank him for the meal, totally panicking when you realise he's a lot closer to you today then he is other days when he comes over to grab your finished plate. He's about to kiss you when you push against his chest, asking him what he's trying to do.

He's just ask confused, asking why he can't kiss his partner, which then makes you spiral even more. You tell him that the two of you aren't dating, which just makes him even more confused. Cue a conversation about the fact that he thought you two were dating and he was trying to kiss you because he wanted to. He wins in the end but your heart definitely stopped a few times from th excitement of the evening.

Sylus straight up calls you his partner to your face. You thought it was just a new pet name he was testing out on you, not taking it seriously. He calls you so many pet names that you almost tune them out, thinking that the affectionate way he looks at you was just a side effect from him teasing you slightly.

It's not until you hear the twins referring to you by the pet names teasingly in Sylus' presence that you start to think that maybe there's something to it. He tells them that he can call you whatever he likes because you're dating him and that if you didn't like it you would have said something already. He doesn't know you're listening in, nor that you're freaking out because you had no idea that you two were dating.

Now he ends up needing to tell you that you two have been dating for a while as far as he's concerned. He tells you that he thought he made it clear with the fact that he told you to your face that he considers you his partner, blaming you (playfully) for being too dense to realise he was serious.

[miguel-owhora]

miguel o'hara/male reader

CW: 18+ , top!miguel/bot!reader (they're both switches) , rimming , anal fingering , size difference , anal sex , praise k. , creampie , established relationship , light hurt/comfort , sweet sex , bantering , belly bulge

a little draft i had :333 hhhh not beta read lol kinda rushed towards the end but whatever at this point. just a little treat :3

FEMS, MINORS, EMPTY BLOGS DNF.

"Miguel!" The name of the futuristic Spider-Man rolls off your tongue in a dance that tips between being a moan and a breathless gasp. But why does it matter when it conveys the sensitivity you feel when his tongue dips inside your hole, his rough fingers pulling the cheeks of your ass apart to get to his sweet reward? Why does it matter when you clutch the pillow closer to you, eyes fluttering as whatever sounds you make become muffled by the object?

Miguel responds with a low sound, something that rumbles deep in his chest, a content expression on his face as his tastebuds explodes with the taste of you. There's an ache in his jaw that already builds, but Miguel's Spider-Man; he's dealt with worse things, he's not going to let a little ache stop him from devouring you.

So he does. Through your pretty sounds—of which one might accuse Miguel of being biased, to which he would respond by throwing them off the top of a skyscraper—Miguel licks away at the tightness of your hole, loosens you up. Spit dribbles from your fluttering hole, the coarse hair that surrounds the winking jewel slick with his spit, the skin stretched taut from how Miguel has you spread.

"Taste s' good," Miguel murmurs, voice low in the way that has you trembling and shuddering, a delicious shiver down your spine that Miguel catches with gleaming eyes. "Absolutely delicious."

You moan a little. You're panting and you feel hot, burning away in the best way possible. You turn your head to glance down at him, swallowing at the sight of his face practically buried within your ass, nose sitting on the small of your ass. He meets your eyes and doesn't stop, spreads you just a bit more and stares you down as his tongue all but plunges deep within your hole, as if he's trying to make you cum by his tongue alone.

It's not enough, but it gets you to moan, biting your lip and body flushing, a glob of pre dribbling from the tip of your cockhead from where it lays, pinned to the sheets by your belly. You clutch the pillow and spread your legs just a little bit more, hips jerking as you grind back on his tongue. Miguel lets you, and joins you when you moan, shuddering and curling your toes as his tongue prods at your sweet spot.

"Yeah?" You stutter out, licking your bottom lip, watching Miguel chase the action with gleaming eyes, his pupils blown and making your heart pick up. "You like how I taste, Miggy? Am I delicious?"

Miguel moans, the sound vibrating and making you shudder. Miguel licks a flat stripe up your hole before pulling away to respond. Slick coats his chin; he's panting and all he can taste is you, thick and heavy on his tongue, mouth watering.

"Absolutely delicious." Miguel repeats as a smug smirk tugs onto his face. It distinctly reminds you of a cat who got the cream, and you roll your eyes. You look away and nuzzle your face into the pillow. It's Miguel's, you realize, the stale scent of his musk and even staler scent of his cologne clogging your nostrils. You give a little jerk and a muffled gasp when you feel something cool drizzle onto your hole.

Lost in your thoughts and in Miguel's scent, you didn't hear the rustling of the sheets nor the sound of the bottle of lube opening, only ever feeling the cool drizzle. When you look up, Miguel's mischievous and smug expression makes you give him a glare. It lacks any heat.

"Glitch." You sneer his way, and Miguel gives a small laugh. One of his fangs snag on his lower lip, and he looks a little stupid; it makes your heart flutter. You look away just as he subconsciously unsnags his tooth, resting your head on the pillow as his hand—large, calloused, and shocking warm—spreads you open, giving him easier access to your hole that subconsciously flutters from the feeling of the slick, sticky liquid dribbling over it.

"We're almost out of lube." Miguel idly comments as he caps the bottle and throws it to the side. His eyes glimmers as he took a moment to ogle at the side of the lubricant coating your hole, before he slipped a finger in, barely meeting any resistance.

Your breath stutters at the intrusion; how it slipped inside, so slick, shock, how it felt.

"Mm, do we?" You sigh out, squeezing around his finger before relaxing. "LYLA, mind ordering a new bottle?"

Miguel blinks. His eyebrows furrow a little. "Don't call her—"

The AI in question appears in a warm twinkle, forgoing her usual outfit in favor of a robe and a face mask. It makes you give a little smile, both amused at the AI's antics and at your husband's disgruntlement.

"Do you want the same bottle?" LYLA asks with a smug smirk, amused at Miguel's embarrassment. "Eight ounces for nine dollars—not including tax— ooh, wait. There's a sale for a thirty-three ounce botte for twenty five dollars if you buy two."

A little panel pops up with the two options, and you glance over at them, lazily eyeing them. Miguel frowns, but doesn't stop working you open with his fingers, two fingers flexing. A brush against your prostate has you sighing, content and feeling like a lazy, overstuffed cat.

"Why would we need two? That's too much lube." Miguel says and you and LYLA share a look that doesn't go unnoticed. "What?"

"That's a dumb thing to say." You say, amused. Miguel narrows his eyes. He opens his mouth but LYLA beats him to it with a thickly amused voice.

"How many times are you pawing at [Name]?" LYLA says, egging him on as her form glitches. "How many times are you on him? How many times do you have to resort to using your own saliva because you don't have lube?"

Miguel's silence and embarrassed look has you turning your head to muffle your laughter. Heat blooms to Miguel's ear tips and across his face, lips pulling into his signature scowl, not meeting the artificial eyes of the twinkling hologram hovering near his shoulder.

LYLA looks equally smug and amused, also looking like the cat who got the cream. After a moment of getting yourself together, you finally turn your attention back to them.

"Just get the two bottles. It's a better deal. Besides, go big or go home, right?" You say, teasing as you moved your hips, the action getting Miguel's attention. The man rolls his eyes, but his scowl melts into a small smile, finally adding another finger. It's a slight burn that makes you shudder and sigh, lips curling into a lazily pleased smile.

"Right. Go big." Miguel repeats, and LYLA rolls her eyes but takes it as her cue to whizz away. He still has a large hand spreading you open, fingers working you loose. He leans forward and drapes his larger form over your body, all hard muscles and soft fat feeling nice and warm, the feeling of his thick, fuzzy hair brushing against your skin.

He's warm and feels nice. His scent curls around you as he nuzzles his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, breathing your scent. It makes him dizzy and feel light headed.

"You feel good?" He asks. His voice is low and it rumbles deep within his chest, makes you shiver in a good way. His fingers—large and thick—only add to the feeling.

"Mhm," You hum, inhaling before slowly exhaling. "Feels good. Would feel even better if you picked up the pace."

You smile when Miguel gives a quiet scoff, feel the hand spreading you open grip just a little bit tighter and his fingers curl just a little bit harder.

"I think you just need to be a little more patient." Miguel huffs, lacking any heat, feeling the telltale sign of a smile brush against your back. You give a little chuckle.

"That's funny coming from you." You say, sniggering when Miguel groans and pulls away.

"I think you should be a little nicer to me considering my fingers are in your ass, and, y'know, I'm going to fuck you?" Miguel replies, and you can't stop the heavy amusement that curls into your chest at the amount of sass coating his words.

"You're right, you're right." You say, unable to hide your amusement. You nudge him away and he gets the memo—clever idiot—and pulls his fingers away. It makes you feel empty for a moment, but the comfort of knowing his dick will soon fill it has the feeling running away.

You turn yourself around with a huff, now laying on your back. Your head is propped on the mountain of pillows—which is just five pillows, really, two for each one and a single pillow you trade from day to day. You lay content on the bed, spreading your nude body.

Miguel is watching you like a hawk, pupils blown. His eyes trail over your body, over your chest and stomach and your weeping cock and thighs and legs. It makes you feel warm, but in a shocking good way. When Miguel looks up and catches your eyes, you grin.

"Thoughts?" You ask, and watch him thickly swallow. It makes your heart swell to know that just your body alone has him nervous.

"You look good." Miguel says, flustered and embarrassed, but unable to look away as his eyes glance down to your body once more. It still boggles his mind on how he got so lucky with you. How you stuck with him despite the packages of trauma and issues he has, how you stuck with him despite every single flaw he has. You could've done so much better and yet-

"Hey."

Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts before it gets too dark. His eyes snap to your face, meets your eyes, and they're soft. Soft, warm, and dark with heavy affection—affection that's reserved for him. It makes him weak.

"You alright?" You ask, and your voice silences any nasty voice in his head, chases away the monsters that follow him. Miguel feels something warm settle in his core. It's a feeling he doesn't feel very often, at least not before he met you.

Safety. Affection.

Love.

"Yeah," Miguel replies, breathless as he gathered himself. His hands slide to your thighs and grips them—not harshly, just to hold them, feel the muscles flex and soft flesh squeeze. "Just... thinking."

You raise an eyebrow, a silent question if he wants to talk. Miguel slowly blinks, like how cats do. God, he's never beating the cat allegations, is he?

"I love you." Miguel says, and watches how your eyes practically light up. You giggle, heat rushing to your face, and Miguel gives a little scoff even as his own face lights up.

"Well aren't you a sweetie?" You say, teasing but in an affectionate way. You spread your legs and let Miguel slot between them, let him cast his body over yours, arm resting beside you and caging you in. Your hands runs from his back—running over the hardened muscles that flex—and into his hair, over the soft strands. You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, smiling, even as he gives a low sound of approval.

"I love you, too." You say, pressing a kiss to his jawline and actively avoiding his lips. Miguel hums, eyes fluttering shut in content as you pepper kisses along his face. One hand in particular slithers down, tracing over the coarse hair on his torso and over the soft flesh hiding hard muscles, and down to his cock.

"Shock!" Miguel moans; it's sharp and breathless, unexpected as his eyes snap open, eyes wide. You give him a teasing smile, hand wrapping around his girthy cock and slowly rubbing his head. You trace the angry vein running along the length, scooping up the pre that dribbles out and using it as lubricant as you lightly jerked him off.

"[Name]...!" Miguel groans, biting his lower lip as he shudders, back arching. His hips jerks as he tries to restrain himself, foreskin riding over his cockhead with every pump of his cock. A low moan escapes his mouth when your finger circles his cockhead and your thumb slides along the slit to scoop at his cum.

He watches with blown eyes as you pop your finger into your mouth, eyes glittering as you made a show of swallowing it. You gave him a smug smile and Miguel moans, jerking his cock into your fist.

"Please, please, please let me fuck you." Miguel groans, pleads, panting already as you slowly pumped. You hum before pressing a kiss to his jaw once more, grinning viciously, releasing his cock.

"C'mon then, fill me up." You hum, teasing but also serious. Miguel quietly groans underneath his breath, shuffling back to grasp at his own cock. He pumps his cock, foreskin rolling over his cockhead with each motion as pre dribbled out like a teardrop. You watch with dark, needy eyes, your own cock twitching over your belly, pre pooling.

Miguel is breathing heavily when he grabs your hip and lines himself up. Your hole is loose and wet with both his spit and lube, eagerly awaiting his cock. He swallows and takes a deep breath, eyes glancing up to watch your face as he slips in.

Your eyes are locked below, biting your lip as his cockhead prods at your hole. It's big and girthy, and despite him opening you up with both his fingers and tongue, there's always a resistance. But eventually, as always, it gives in and his cockhead buries itself in your hole. It leaves both you and Miguel breathless; the burn is pleasant and makes you lightly shake, cock weeping. Miguel has to restrain himself from pushing it all the way in, tightening his head on your waist.

"Shock." Is all you can say after a moment, panting as your eyes fluttered pleasantly. You groaned underneath your breath, squirming on the bed to feel more comfortable. Miguel lets you and fixes himself after you've settled down. He grabs a leg and raises it so it sits on his shoulder; the new position gives him a better angle, makes it easier to slip in and bump into all the good spots.

Speaking of which...

"You can move now, Miggy," You say with a quirk of your lips, watching him with dilated pupils. Miguel grunts underneath his breath and takes precaution as he tightens his hold on both your leg and his cock, and pushes in.

You take a deep breath as you feel his cock slide in, inch by inch, stretching your hole around his girth. One particular movement has his cockhead planting a firmly kiss against your prostrate, and it makes you give a deep, guttural moan. Your fingers clutch at the bedsheets and you toes curl, makes you squeeze around Miguel's cock.

And that has Miguel hunching over, a breathless whimper falling from his lips as he slammed the last few inches in. It makes you groan a curse, back arching and clenching around Miguel, cocks weeping.

"Holy shock," You breath out, tingling all over and feeling like you're on cloud nine. Instinctively, your hand lands on your belly and right over the small bump. Miguel's eyes fall on the bump, an all too familiar sight whenever you both decide to screw around, and an even more familiar possessive and smug sight gleams in his eyes.

"Might as well have teared me in half, Migs..." You mutter, still breathless as your heart pounds against your chest. Not the first nor the last time, his cock throbs inside your hole, and he gives a little nudge of his hips that has his cockhead knocking against your prostrate.

"Shocking hell!" You groan, and Miguel simply grins. He leans down and lays an arm next to your face, releasing your leg as he laid his other arm next to it, too. He's caged you in and presses a kiss to your lips, one that lingers and turns into a make out session when you grip the back of his head.

Your moaning into each other's mouths when he begins to move, slow but deep thrusts that practically puncture your lungs. Each thrust is a kiss against your prostrate, has you pulling away and moaning.

Miguel stuffs his face within the juncture of your neck and shoulder, panting and groaning underneath his breath. Your gummy walls felt divine around his cock; squeezing him so tightly, as if refusing to let go of him with every thrust of his hips. They were warm and slick with lube, like an eternal warm cavern built solely for his cock.

You whimper into his mouth when his cockhead bumps against your prostate, toes curling. Your cock lays on your belly, weeping at the tip, a small pool of cum collecting on your belly. One of your arms curl around Miguel's neck, and you raise your head to press a kiss to his jaw.

"Feel s'good, baby," Miguel groans out, voice low timbered and rumbly. Sweat trickles down his head, hair slick with sweat and damp. His eyes are glazed over, gleaming with lust. He's still caging you in with his body alone, cock hammering into you. Each thrust bumps his cock against your prostate, and you moan.

"Yeah?" You breathe out, hot and panting. You feel like you're on cloud nine. The bump in your belly disappears and reappears with each thrust, and it makes you thickly swallow.

"Yeah," Miguel grunts out. He suddenly pulls away just to grab your legs and pin them to your chest. Your eyes widen at the action, and before you can make a comment or two, Miguel's fingers tighten around your legs as he suddenly picks up the pace.

"Miguel!" You squeal out, sharply gasping and breaking into a guttural moan when he begins to pummel into your hole. His thrusts are harsh and deep, borderline rough as if he's determined to give you the fucking of your life, as if his goal is to have you impregnated despite the lack of necessary genitalia. No matter, the thought has you moaning, eyes rolling back as you succumbed to your lust.

Miguel's no better, mouth hanging open as he panted, drool slowly dripping down his chin. His mind is fogged with you, you, you, the only thought being the need to breed you, to stuff you full of his cock until you're overflowing with his cum. Your walls are divine around his length, squeezing and tugging him, as if you don't want him to pull out.

Miguel moans, leaning down to stuff his face into the crook of your neck, kissing it. You moan, panting, and bare your throat for him. Miguel licks a flat stripe up your throat before closing his mouth around it and sucking on it. The moan that slips from your throat makes your throat vibrate in his mouth.

"Shock, Mi- Miguel!" You sobbed out, shaking hands coming up to curl into his hair and tug him up. Miguel lets go of your throat with a low growl, one that gets swallowed up when you press your lips against him.

It's messy, one with clinking teeth and wet tongues dancing around each other, spit dribbling down your respective chins. One particular thrust has you groaning into his mouth, one that gets higher when Miguel releases a leg to instead wrap his hand around your cock.

He pumps your length in time with his thrusts, long strokes that has you practically sobbing into his mouth. Your dance on the edge of an orgasm, pulling away from the kiss with a sharp gasp and a whiny moan, hips jerking into his palm. Miguel watches you with dark eyes, brimming with arousal and possessive affection, something in his chest warm at the thought that all of this was just for him and him alone.

Your voice breaks him out of his thoughts, walls tightening around his cock, teetering on painful.

"Miguel, I'm gonna cum-" You sob out, the only warning you give him before you're curling your legs around his waist and digging your heel into him, forcibly digging his cock deeper just as your cock jumps in his hand and begins to squirt out cum. The sight, the feeling, everything has Miguel groaning your name, balls deep as his cock begins to throb inside of your hole, as he begins to cum.

You're not sure what happens after that. You figured you blacked out for a moment, only to wake up and come to your senses when you feel Miguel collapse on top of you.

Your body is pleasantly buzzing, aftershocks of your orgasm making you tingle. Miguel's laying on top of you, head buried in the crook of your neck and shoulder, panting and warm. Sweat pools on both your body, and it's overly warm, you feel like you might pass out again.

"LYLA, can you turn up the AC, please?" You call out, wincing at your croaky voice. The AI doesn't respond nor appear, but you both feel and hear the AC turn up a notch. "Thanks, girl."

Miguel begins to stir, low sounds escaping his mouth as he turns his head, still resting it on you. You greet him with a scratch to his head.

"Hey, Miggy, you okay?" You keep your voice low, exhaustion nipping at you, but the need to see how your husband feels over rides it for a moment.

Miguel makes a low sound again, eyes lazily fluttering. He looked tired but blissed out, content, with no dark thoughts to keep him from relaxing.

"I feel you, baby," You hum, stroking his head. You feel his soft cock still buried in your hole, plugging up his cock. Your cock lays buried beneath Miguel's body, and you swear you can feel your cum cooling up. You wince.

"Feel like taking a shower?" You ask him.

Miguel's quiet for a moment before he speaks. "No." His words are slurred and his voice is rumbly, croaky, content but tired.

You blink and give a quiet scoff of amusement. "What do you mean, no?"

"I feel too good to get up and shower. In the morning. Or later. What time is it?" You blink down at him, and softly snort, a fond smile curling on your face. Your arms curl around his neck, your other hand scratching at his scalp. Miguel presses into your hand like an oversized cat.

"Oh, Migs," You coo. "My ass was just too much for you, huh?" You sigh, fondly. " Okay, Miguel, we can shower when we wake up."

Miguel doesn't respond, and you get why when you feel him go slack against your body, breathing goes steady and deep. You can't stop yourself from leaning down and kissing the top of his head, smile curled up on your face.

[devilevlls]

Oo! Oo! Drabble requests? Hhhh you already have a Barbatos request, but I'd love "Why won't you let me help you?" with him. If you're not feeling more Barb, though, maybe "Why are you wearing my skirt?" with Levi? No worries if neither of those work for you, and thank you for considering!

Heey!! Thank you for the request.💜 I hope you enjoy the quick drabble!

Remember guys, clothes doesn't define your gender/sexuality. Be free to be who you are. 💗

Why are you wearing my skirt? ♡︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ

Gender-Neutral MC༘ ⋆｡˚

📌 TW: Mentions of crossdressing.

It had been an incredibly stressful day. Lord Diavolo had tasked MC with assisting in the paperwork for the exchange program, keeping them at RAD until late. Hurriedly, they made their way to the House of Lamentation, desperately hoping to find solace in a warm bath. But as luck would have it, upon their arrival, they discovered an unexpected visitor in their room: an otaku, engrossed in trying out the human's outfits.

"Goodness gracious," MC exclaimed, their gaze fixed on Leviathan, who was adorned in thigh-high socks and a skirt. Upon closer inspection, it was unmistakably their clothing. "Why are you wearing my skirt?"

The demon gasped and squealed, nearly stumbling over his own feet as he met MC's gaze with flushed cheeks. "I... I was just curious," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "You always look so good in it. I wanted to try it too."

"Wow..." MC stood transfixed, their breath catching in their throat as they admire the unexpected display before them. Time seemed to slow as they absorbed every detail, from the way Leviathan hesitantly donned their clothing to the flush that painted his cheeks with a delicate hue.��

As Leviathan's self-consciousness enveloped him, his demeanor faltered, and his gaze descended to the floor in anticipation of MC's potential disapproval. "I know... I'm not pretty enough for this," he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability, his tail betraying his inner turmoil with agitated sways. It was a moment of raw honesty, where his insecurities laid bare, seeking reassurance and acceptance from the one whose opinion mattered most.

"What?" MC stepped forward, their voice soft. "Of course you are, Levi. Your uniqueness, your authenticity—that's what makes you truly captivating. You are the most charming demon I know. You should try the blue one." With gentle sincerity, they reached out, their touch a tender affirmation of acceptance as they offered a comforting pat on his shoulder.

His eyes shimmered with a mixture of relief and gratitude, reflecting the warmth of MC's unwavering support. With renewed confidence, Leviathan exchanged the skirt for the one they suggested. As the fabric draped around him, a surge of excitement coursed through his veins, the notion of embracing such "feminine" attire awakening a thrilling sense of liberation and self-discovery. It was… Arousing.

"Yes, this one is perfect, Levi," MC declared, their eyes lingering on him admiringly. "You're such a pretty boy, dressed so perfectly for me."

With a gentle caress, MC's fingertips brushed against Leviathan's cheeks, their touch a delicate expression of affection and understanding. They sigh softly as their lips met in a tender kiss. Leviathan's heart fluttered with a mixture of surprise and longing, his blush deepening as he savored the warmth of their embrace. 

It felt so good not being judged.

Drabble prompts you can use in your requests!

[artheresy]

It's like I move a single part of my leg and it ends in a ton of crackling and popping I'm

Was having a good day after that HCQ stream but I’m :’D

[yuan4i]

37. fool

your phone rang, waking you up. “hhhh yn, your phone’s been ringing for while now.” scara groaned, half asleep. “sorry.” you said, getting up and yawning.

caller id : AL HAITHAM

you were now fully awake. shit… you’ve been ignoring all his calls. you jumped out the bed, ran into your bathroom and answered the phone.

if you were honest, you haven't seen al haitham in such a weak state since the first year of high school… but him crying? that was something no one saw. not even his boyfriend; kaveh. now you started to wonder what led to making up so upset? did he and kaveh have a disagreement? why did he call you out of everyone? you threw on a hoodie, and leaned down to your roommate's sleeping body. “hey, scara. i’m going out for a little, i’ll be back soon.” you whispered, covering his bare back with the blanket he kicked off.

you then see a tall shadow, standing at a grave. “haitham?” “yn, you made it.” he looked at you, his eyes watery and avoiding looking at yours. “what happened…? was it kaveh?” “no, i just… i just i guess i missed my grandmother.” his grandmother…? oh. OH. the realization hit you. his grandmother probably passed while you were in liyue. that explains how he’s changed so much since you last saw him 2 years ago.

“my grandmother passed when you were in liyue’s med program. usually kaveh would help me with my feelings but he’s sleeping… i didn’t want to wake him up because he hasn’t slept in days.” he started. kaveh not sleeping? typical kaveh. “he stresses over all the little things, and when exams came up, he was studying non-stop. so i called you instead, i apologise for dumping all this on you.” his lips were now trembling.

normally people would be astonished by the amount of emotions he’s showing right now. he usually is seen as a cold and stoic man, but to you, he’s still the little boy that you fell in love with in middle school when you two haven't met kaveh. the quiet boy who would teach you how to press flowers, the kind boy who helped tutor you when you weren’t doing well in language class.

all of the emotions he was feeling somehow started to affect you too. your eyes also started tearing up, you felt like shit. you felt like shit because you weren't there to help him, your past closest friend, out on such a hard time. you were at a loss for words, you wanted to comfort him, but you didn’t know how or what to say. “haitham, i’m so sorry to hear that about your grandmother… i wish i was there for you…” you mumbled, pulling him in for a hug... his cheeks flushed.

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al haitham x reader x kavehSYNOPSIS  kaveh, al haitham and you are close friends and went to the same high school. but after your junior year, you left them and sumeru behind for liyue’s 2 year med school exchange program. now you’re back in sumeru for a class reunion and attending sumeru akademiya.

[horror-beeings-artandwriting]

hhhh hi..hi… can i have a female reader with ban hammer…fluff or angst ur choice spin the wheel..thanks 😁😁😁

OMG YESSS!!! FLUFF I WILL DO FLUFF CUZ I LOVE WRITING FLUFF AND I LOVE BANNY SO MUCHHHH!!!! I'm gonna go with headcanons cuz that's easier. I wrote this on my phone, sorry for formatting Prompt: fluff headcanons Pronouns: Fem reader Character: BANHAMMER(Phighting!) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I headcanon ban hammer to be a good cook for only 2 things, classic soul food(southern boy) and bbq. Anything else, no. Nope. Nada. He tried to make you homemade orange chicken once, and he burnt the oil.

He wears a kiss the cook apron, and WILL cry if you don’t kiss him.

“Baby…honey…sweetie…” *sniffles* “why didn’t you kiss me when I wore my fancy apron…”

Banhammer will hug you as tightly as he can and not let go, be prepared to have 200+ pound of southern mamas boy on you.

Cuddles are a must with this man. He needs AT LEAST. 3 WHOLE HOURS of snuggle time with you.(can be at night)

He is very scared of horror movies. So you’d think you’d be able to hug him for comfort. WRONG. He will be nuzzled shaking into your shoulder asking when the scary part is over.

He’s like, super strong so he will. Will. Pick you up.

If you’re plus sized you will be his weights now.

Chubby, skinny, stretch marks, this man will treat you like a queen.

If your cooking that night he’ll lean on you, put his hands on your hips and then kiss your cheek.

He loves every bit of you.

Sorry it’s short! I hope you enjoyed! :3

[mara-xx217]

"I'll take care of it this time..." (A Mouthwashing Fic)

Anya was a failure in every regard, she knew this. A failure of a nurse, of a crewmember, as a woman...

But this is her decision and hers alone to make, and no one, not even *he*, can take that away from her or change the outcome of her fate.

"I'm sorry, captain... It's my fault and I'll take care of it this time."

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Past Sexual Assault, Hurt/No Comfort, Suicide, Graphic Description, Non-Romantic "Kiss", Drug Use/Overdose, Canonical Character Death

BANG! 

BANG!

BANG!  

“OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR, ANYA!” 

She covered her ears, ducking her head in between her shoulders as she paced back and forth between the space between her desk and the countertops and cabinets that lined one of Medical’s walls. Every hit the thick, metal door received reverberated through her teeth, causing them to chatter uncontrollably as her vision blurred around the edges. 

‘Take care of it.’

She has to take care of it this time.

There’s no waiting for someone else to make it better for her. 

Not this time…  

Never again… 

She has to be the one to 

[TAKE

RESPONSIBILITY]

 Anya could hear Daisuke and him talking outside, the younger man’s voice trembling in genuine concern and fear while his was raised, angry… on edge. Spiraling out of control into outright dangerous desperation. Her eyes keep drifting between the drawer underneath Curly’s cot, then to her desk, covered in mountains of discarded paperwork, filthy, purulent bandages and mostly empty bottles of painkillers. Anya tripped over her own feet, heart throbbing behind her dry eyes as she heard two pairs of footsteps rush away from Medical’s locked door. 

God, why didn’t she just stay in here… 

Forever-

“....h-hhhh-”  

She could barely hear Curly’s pained wheezes over the sound of her own laboured breathing. R-Right… Right. He needs her… The captain still needs her… Anya dragged her feet as she shuffled over towards her desk, picking up one of the bottles with a violently trembling hand. 

Oxycodone

10 mg

[THERE ISN’T 

NEARLY ENOUGH…]  

The little pills clattered in the mostly empty container as it shook in her hand. Anya clumsily reached for another bottle, knocking over the rest of them in the process. 

Empty…  

“...haaa…”

One or two…

“-n-n-”

Empty…  

“...a-ahhh… n-naaah…”  

Nothing outside of this room existed. The rest of the Tulpar, Daisuke, Swansea, him, all of space, Earth, the goddamn Pony Express… Nothing existed except her, the captain, and the pills that she struggled to consolidate into a single bottle. Anya cursed under a heavy breath as several oxycodone tablets went scattering across the floor. She instantly dropped to her knees and began to scour for them carefully, struggling not to hyperventilate as tears simply refused to fill her aching eyes.

“-o-okay… I-I-It’s going t-t-to be okay, C-C-Curly…” Her tongue was too heavy, too sticky to articulate the words correctly. In spite of how fucking upset she was, Anya has never felt so clear headed or alive before. She felt it in every little action that she took, in how her entire body shook from stress, how her stomach cramped from hunger pains, how her throat clenched from dehydration… Anya wondered if Curly felt the same, or if he could feel anything at all, anymore. 

No, he did. She knew he did. He was staring at her, unblinking, wheezing and sighing her name over and over again, trying, and failing, to reach out to her with his shrunken, handless limbs like he could possibly stop the chain of events that had already been unfolding months, no, years, before the crash. 

Anya’s fingers lacked the dexterity needed to pick the pills up off the textured metal panels, but she forced herself to steady her hands. She sucked in a deep breath, holding it as she dropped her nose to the floor as she focused on an oxycodone tablet. Her fingernails had grown to be unruly, just as everyone’s on board had, and she accidentally crushed one of the pills in between her nail and finger, leaving a dry, white powder underneath her nail bed. 

Such a waste… Anya brought her fingers to her mouth without thinking, sucking them clean in spite of the foul taste that flooded her mouth. It caused her to salivate involuntarily, coating her mouth in a blissful amount of sticky saliva. 

“H-Ha… Got it… I got it all… I’ll make the most of what we have and use the bare minimum, I promise…” Anya gripped onto bloody, crusty bedsheets, digging her fingers into the shitty, plastic mattress as she pulled herself up off the floor. Curly’s bloodshot eye stared back at her, his teeth chattering as he hissed air in her direction. 

“-a-aahhh… n-nnahh… A-Ahhh… n-naaahhh…” Seeing him so closely made her stomach churn. Anya can’t even remember the last time she ate, or what the last thing she even ate was, but bile burned the back of her throat as she began to feel a hot, drowsy tingle prickle through the hairs on her arms. 

“S-Shhh… Shh, Curly… Don’t worry, I’m giving you your medicine this time. I’m going to be a better nurse for you, even if it’s too late…” Anya got up and stumbled over to one of the counters, grabbing a bottle of water that was only a quarter full.

A quarter full…  

“Do you… Do you really believe that our worst moments don’t make us who we are, captain?” The taste in her mouth was foul, but she didn’t dare wash it out with the little water that remained. Curly needed it more than she did. He’s hardly eaten or drank anything in the months after the crash. Anya can’t really blame him, and wonders if he would rather she smother him with his pillow before things go any further. 

No, she can’t make that decision for him. She can’t…

She won’t-

“I don’t think… this is my worst moment. It’s not. I know it isn’t.” It’s the same conversation she had with him, only it felt far less one sided with Curly, even though he couldn’t even reply back. She looked up at him with a tired expression, shaking the pills around in her unsteady hand absentmindedly as she sat on the edge of his bed. Curly wheezed again, noticeably stiffening but Anya didn't move. 

He doesn’t want her to, anyway…  

“...I wish… I wish I didn’t tell you… it. Maybe-” Curly began to squirm. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t reach out to her or say anything at all, but Anya already knew everything he wanted to say to her.

‘No, don’t say that…’

‘The blame isn’t yours to bear.’

‘It’s mine, as a captain, crewmate and friend.’

‘I’m sorry, Anya…’  

“Maybe, this wouldn’t have happened if I had j-just-” Her voice abruptly died in her throat. The little oxycodone power she had ingested moments earlier was already affecting her, making her feel… tired. So very tired… But it didn’t cloud her judgement. Anya felt as though she was of sound mind, hyper aware of her situation in ways that she had forced herself to ignore for too long. The trembling in her hands and her chest didn’t stop, nor did the aching of her eyes, but she found herself able to smile down at her captain, at her friend as thick, gooey tears welled in his unprotected eye. 

She sighed heavily as she placed the bottle of water in between her knees. Anya opened the pill container with her thumb and dumped three oxycodone tablets into her dirty palm. She stared at a particular floor panel as she popped them into her mouth, ignoring how Curly writhed and gasped behind her. 

Anya quickly chewed up the pills and swallowed them, ignoring how her stomach immediately tried to reject the strange, overly sanitized and chemical taste. For a few seconds, she waited, forcing herself to swallow any bile that rose into the back of her throat and using it to wash the rest of the powdery substance down. Anya jerkily poured out more- two more- pills and quickly threw them into her mouth and ground them down to a sharp, lumpy powder as well. 

Already, she was woozy, struggling to focus as she forced another tablet into her mouth. She chewed, or really just gritted her teeth, hardly finding the strength to swallow it at all and merely letting it sit in her mouth. It didn’t matter, it would probably enter her bloodstream through her mucosal lining… Was that right…? She only ever had the privilege of pouring over medical books and reading and rereading prescription do’s and don’ts, so it’s likely she’s just wasting the precious little supplies the others had left. Anya was leaning heavily on her elbows, her thighs falling asleep from the weight of her body against just a small surface area. 

“C-Cuh-urly… C-Cap’n…” Anya slurs and she flings her body around. She tried to look at him, but the ship was spinning on its axis and Curly's skinless face was warping and twisting into a forced grimace. 

“‘m s-sooorrryyy…  C-Cap… I-Issss my fault ‘n I- I’ll taaaake -of it -t-time…” Anya clumsily shifts her weight onto her knees, kneeling on the crappy medical padding and causing the bed to dip under the change. 

“-n’t f-for- forge-et… M-Medi-” Her breath was catching in her chest. Anya had to put in conscious effort into breathing, made difficult thanks to her reeling head and eyes that refused to remain open for more than a fraction of a second. Anya balanced herself with her palm flat against the bed, body hovering over Curly’s blood, raw, bandaged one and steadied herself for one final task as the Tulpar’s acting nurse. 

One final pill was slipped into her mouth, the mostly empty pill bottle shoved inside of her jumpsuit pocket with a blind hand. Anya fumbled with the water bottle and poured the entirety of its contents into her mouth, careful not to swallow anything other than a few precious drops. The pill swam in her mouth as she leaned over Curly’s squirming face with pursed lips and unfocused eyes. 

He struggled to take in the water. It hurts! It’s painful to the touch, it’s impossible to swallow without choking on the burns in his mouth and gullet, but thanks to a subtle tilt of his head, the water flushes the oxycodone pill down his throat even if he chokes on it and the water. It’s painful but it's also relieving. Needed. He was in agony and dehydrated and Anya kept her promise that she would take care of him properly this time.

For the last time…  

Artificial gravity pulls her body down off the bed and onto the floor. Involuntary tremors wracked Anya’s body as she tried to take the pill bottle out of her pocket. Did… Did she take enough…? Anya didn’t want it to be slow. She couldn’t open it again, and her arms fell limply to her sides as she leaned her head against the cool metal of Curly’s cot. 

“-a-ahhh… n-naahh…”

“-a-ahh… n-n-naaahh…”

Seconds seem to drag on for an eternity when you are unable to blink. Curly couldn’t turn to face her, he could only make out her dark blob of hair out of the corner of his badly damaged eye as she shook and shuddered. He heard her vomit, coughing and choking on it as her tremors turned into a violent seizure. Did she know he was still here? Did she know that nothing else existed to him other than her? The life was leeching from her fast, and the disturbing gurgling that originated from deep within her throat soon died down into an uneasy silence. 

“...”  

Nothing broke the deafening quiet in Medical, not even a scream of pain and the crashing and grinding of metal against metal broke the stillness in the stagnant air. Curly couldn’t look away as the young intern bled all over the floor, shaking a motionless Anya and crying out her name before ultimately collapsing after he unlocked the door from the inside. On the other side, Jimmy stood, looking surprised at the culmination of actions years, no, decades, in the making. 

“F-Fuck-” Jimmy covered his mouth before his hand trailed to the back of his head.

“FUCK-!”

BANG!

BANG!  

“-it… I was going to fucking fix it… Why- Fuck- I was going to-

[TAKE

RESPONSIBILITY]

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather @horny-3

[fruity-fruition]

More Tenma Siblings Headcanons from the top of my head

Ok this one's more hurt/comfort-ish than my last one

--

Tsukasa's first creation in terms of script writing and song is actually a really scuffy lullaby made when Saki first felt really bad in the hospital after THE show (the one that made Tsukasa want to become a star).

Tsukasa decided to put on his first self-made show with a song specially for her.

When Toya first came to them upset (specifically the "Never Give Up Cooking!" Flashback), Tsukasa puts on the exact same show for him as well. In his logic, it's because of how well it worked for Saki, but in a more outsider's sense, it's a Tenma initiation. Toya has no escape now. He's stuck as a Tenma.

While the song is really REALLY awkward and scuffed (he's literally a pre-tween leave him be), it becomes a staple between the three.

Eventually, as they grow up, the song does get less awkward with some tweeks in lyrics, rhythm, etc.

It was a bonding moment between them as well, song-writing together. It helped both Saki and Toya discover their absolute love for creating, just like how the song was Tsukasa's first step to creation.

It became a habit for Tsukasa to at least hum it to them when they're cuddling, or when he's comforting them. Toya came running from home and needs a place to stay? He runs his hands through his hair while voicing out the melody. Saki's gets a sudden hit of separation anxiety? She hears the faintest hum coming from her brother, who doesn't mind at all that she's clinging onto him so hard.

This results is both Saki and Toya humming the song whenever they're stressed. Saki sometimes get scolded in the middle of the test for humming (she didn't even realised she started). VBS silently wonders about the melody Toya sings before shows.

There's an area conversation between Emu, Tsukasa and Kaito, where Emu asks Kaito if the flowers always sing the same song. Kaito responds "No, they sing other songs. But they like to sing this one. This song you're always hearing is a song very special to Tsukasa" (or something along those lines). And Tsukasa snaps his finger and went "oh, so that's why it sounded familiar!"

Yeah. Yeah it's this lullaby.

Tsukasa has a bunch of blank memories from his childhood because of how often he suppressed his emotions,

(Fun fact! Suppressing so much emotions can cause amnesia! A really funny thing considering Tsukasa is canonically really forgetful <3)

But this lullaby is the biggest constant thing from his memories. Basically an anchor that his childhood was actually his if that makes sense.

(This one is a bit incoherent sorry I really didn't know how to word this one out)

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Saki has separation anxiety due to being ripped away from everything she knew at a young age, and while she thinks she doing better now, she still gets a sudden hit of it randomly.

Days like these, she either asks Leo/Need to hang out, or ask Tsukasa or Toya if she could go with them to practice

The first time the entirety of VBS (-Akito since he's met her earlier) meet Saki, they're majorly confused on why she's there. They're also super confused on why this girl keeps glaring at Akito when Toya's not looking.

Emu is absolutely ECSTATIC that Saki's there. Nene and Rui seem to think having her there offers some sort of improvement too. (Rui's trying to get in her good graces)

--

Hhhh I'll update if there's more. This is an addition to my previous post.

[pjsk-headcanons]

HI ITS GLOBE ANON...SHINONOMES AHHHH (apologies for dying lol kind of wanted to get more art sided stuff done (i didnt))

shinonomes: distant

-basically, it was around middle school ena time when akito had that little line between "real" and "fake" start to blur

-ena knew he hated soccer but couldn't bring herself to say it to him. felt really guilty about it because after a while, she couldn't even look him in the eyes

-mental state was already pretty bad because of this, and then she got "the talk" from her teacher and then her dad confronted her too. she ended up throwing her art supplies out

-akito found out why she was having such a hard time, but he was already so deep into the spiral that the only thing he could do was avoid her

-they ended up just falling apart. they're so distant that they don't see each other at all. no phone numbers, just occasional notes on a counter. no birthday gifts

-can you tell they are my favourites (they are the ones on my display profile....hhhh)

summer festival, rekindled flames - post 1st anni

character boost: ena (focus), haruka, airi, akito, stage miku

-SUMMER FESTIVAL HAHAHA. pretty sure ena is not gonna have a good time. fashion and all

- ena didn't call akito to get her more comfortable shoes this time, who knew if she did what would happen next

-stage miku canonically likes food, like alot, so she is looking around with ena and admiring food

-airi and haruka meet in this one :D airi is preforming a small stand-up play, haruka is preforming a solo show

-akito simply admires the shows. ena sees him once and freaks out

-some enairi (platonic??) bonding maybe. a little bit of shinonome sibling backstory reveal

animal care? kamiyama clubfest! - post 2nd anni

character boost: rui (focus), akito, ena, nene, theater len

-literally what it sounds like i mean. reads i. mean text. i mean looks like i mea

-kamiyama is having a lil festival where clubs hold a lil stand for people to try out something related to the club so people join!!!

-since this is pre-3rd anni, the list goes like this

akito "helps out at various sports clubs"

ena doesn't have one. you gotta be kidding me

nene has film

rui has greening (for anyone who doesn't know, its like making more environmentally friendly stuff)

-rui gets kicked out of hosting the stand (everyone fears he will do something funny) and decides to look around

-animal care happens. seperate timing but this is probably where we learn akito's cynophobia

-meets ena (wanted to look around), akito, and nene seperately. theater len almost gets caught in open looking at a short film but nene gets him to hide right before akito pops up

-silly event, with some sibling mentions

blurry snapshots from that yesteryear - pre 4th anni

character boost: akito (focus), ena, an, minori, city MEIKO

-i love the word yesteryear. it doesn't even make sense (according to the oxford dictionary) in this occasion but i had to use it at some point ok

-akito goes to weekend garage and meets minori and an. minori mentions there being a live concert for stage○•showtime (yapping about how cool shizuku is)

-thinks huh. maybe i should go watch

-thinks for a bit too long in front of the two. an knows its normal behaviour and minori freaks out, talks to city MEIKO

-MEIKO says to keep an eye on him. if its that worrying

-day of preformance. minori fangirling and akito *DROPS FULL SHINONOMES FLASHBACK*

-ena spots him. oh no!!! gotta scram

-event story ends with ena coming home and her spotting a lil gift on the counter. she smiles a bit at it

sibling trust ranks are next + the asks in that one ask from a long time ago (sorry again. school sucks but there is a break soon so more content hopefully)

AAÀAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA have a great day mod!

🌐 anon

[lokorum]

Pls rant about non romance cole…he’s my favorite character in anything, ever and it feels so sad that we never got to have a deeper relationship w him. Like the mechanics/possible lore of having a romance with a spirit are so tantalizingly interesting but no…also doubting we will see him in veil guard which leaves me so so broken …

*looks at their pile of unpacked feelings about cole*

so ૮( ◡̀_◡́)ა where to start....................

first of all uh! im not good at talking! that's why i draw phphp but i'll try my best to resurrect my memories from 2014 and share it with you!! sorry if it will sound weird, english is not my native language! 

well WELL from the begining then. i remember spending hours  more like days hhhh thinking about how weird and cool the recruiting scene with cole is? later when he is already with the inquisition, our party is either on guard around him or kinda treats him like he is helpless and needs special attention or guidance or something like that? demonising someone like him or framing them as in need of help are like textbook behavior ofc and im not here to be a hater, i just noticed it? moments with solas and varric fighting over him like a divorced couple are super cute for sure!!

but i remember being confused because excuse me, out of all of them, this guy??, this feral bat that is chilling on the ceiling like it's a lounge-zone inside Lucius' head, created especially for him?

he is confident. also a little bit nervous, a bunch mysterious and just ghostly cool. but also confident. (im not saying this confidence is not misplaced sometimes btw x) he even tells you that if you'll leave your head you'll die! what a jokester (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)

and the whole quest with templars and envy are soooo horror coded, i love it!! it looked a bit silly, sure

(even after so many years im not able to get rid of the image in my brain phphphp) 

but it's still a very interesting quest!! dorian is ✨the bestie✨ but i'm always picking templars bc the implications of the story are just so good

1. its placed at the beginning of the game and your character is probably confused and anxious and dont yet worked out the routine of how to deal with their new title\powers + not every inquisitor character would want to be in the spotlight.

imagine you suddenly got yourself into position where a lot of people looking up to you, listening to what you saying, placing their hopes on you or waiting for you to fail? this is terrible! id 1000% just jumped out of a cliff!!! a small one, but still 

2. you meeting the guy who basically came from a place you now have unlimited access to.

he is: a) almost as confused as you are b) possibly came to this world without knowing consequences of that decision c) along the way he is figuring out how to be himself in the environment that is nothing like where he used to live. wow thats just like forced immigration *nervous laugh*

3. and let's not forget that you are meeting him inside your head and you can say to him "you look familiar".

dont know about you but apparently i dont need much to start screaming ¯(ツ)/¯

also can i just spend the moment to say that this is three (3) identical dialogue options??????????

the screenshot is from here btw

how awesome would it be to be able to figure out stuff together? to find comfort in someone, with someone who barely experienced it this way? to build on your strong sides? like "hope" for cole and i guess "unhingedness" for the inquisitor? i bet they would ground each other easily as well: cole distracting inq by being unintentionally mischievous and inq would have a notepad with cole's "firsts ____" or they would just read together. oh im such a sucker for hurt\comfort\some things cant be healed stuff uaaaaaaaaa

ALSO THE "FORGET" THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the drama the horror the tension!!!!!!!! you can fight me over this but heres the thought:

cole being so stressed that he is erasing\being on the edge of erasing the inquisitor's memories??????

i got the feeling that cole's confidence in the concept of "help" is, among other things, makes him being able to zoom in on something borderline obsessively? or vise versa - dismissively, not noticing "it hurts, its not for the better"? he thanks you when you promise to kill him, he cries when you do not. i swear this man (─ ‿ ─)

+quick addition bc im not entirely sure: so if i got it right, the anchor makes the inquisitor "too bright" to read? so among all the people we know about inq is the one that cole can't truly empathise on this lvl? on spiritual lvl you might say lsdkjflksdjflkj sorry!!!!! but jokes aside,this is like the perfect ground to build both comforting stories 

"someone from the party notices that cole is hanging near inq before inq do, and when asked he explains it by saying something like "dry warm skin. the air is stilled with quiet, easy to breathe. i followed the shining whispers and then i was followed no more" with the most plain face possible? "

and "today for lunch i have glass" kind of stories, like "the inquisitor is cornered and possibly bleeding and probably on the verge of passing out and they know that situation is bad and no one should follow/find them, "it's better to wait it out and deal with it on my own" kind of clown behavior. so they laugh tiredly at how pathetic they are, maybe remembering something similar from their childhood, remarks from their sibling for ex., and just trying their best to not think about how they need cole's help, cole's presence. the sense of safety that comes when he is around" 

uh!!! that wasnt neither quick or painless so i'll go make a tea wait a second please

im back!! so since i talked about the forget thing i must confess - i dont really like cole's personal quest???? again, im not complaining or anything but i remember feeling kinda empty while playing it? like deep inside me, there was something sad, but it was so far away,i coudn't even feel it properly?

both human and spirit versions of his ending made me feel like the distance between you and him lengthened, and maybe you could do something about it before but now? this "something" is missing and you're lost and can't even tell for sure if theres was a chance to do something in the first place? and cole just moved on? its super logical considering he is not a romance option but phphph so, i rarely romance someone in games, partly bc rpg tends to be a little horny and im that kind of ace who is not interested in this, partly bc i tend to pay attention to non-romanceable characters, so when i started to explore last da:i dlc and i saw cole having gf i was like "well ouch".

imagine your inq has a crush on cole but they never were able to say it clearly?

mb it was a melancholic slowburn, and your character was going through too much and felt like burdening cole with their problems would be unfair?

maybe they tried but the timing was wrong, the words felt stupid, and their hands felt too dirty, too guilty?

oh anon its been ten years and its still huuuuuurts!!!! if you following me for a while you know that im an edge lord in poor disguise so its not surprising for neither you or me that i ended up rumbling about inexplicable sadness and crushing existential guilt, but sorry for that anyway!! if anyone would want me to talk about something specific, or to draw something - im here, staring at the wall, listening to cole's banter :') thank you for the wonderful question tho, it was more than just nice to return back to this ship. im so agreeing with you about cole being the fave character from everything, but i also understand that this could mean being very unsatisfied with the way he was portrayed at some points or just with the fact that characters like him are rare so im sending you warm and tight hugs and a little sketch!! <3 

let's collectively accept the fact that dav gonna be a beautiful mess, we gonna love it (passionately), we gonna be hurt by it (not surprisingly) and COLE FOREVER WILL BE THE BEST DA CHARACTER EVER IM NOT GONNA CHANGE MY MIND FIGHT ME

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May i request some headcannons about larry having some lustful thoughts? Like your a new [young woman] waitress at the treasure eatery and he didn't seem to care. But, these thoughts never leaves his mind. Which affects his work, then realizes his lust for you. Then the deed has been done between them both.

Hopefully this makes sense.

Hhhh this ask has been fucking up my brain chemistry thank you.

Cw: age gap(older man/younger woman)

Nsfw

Fem!reader

Larry pining after the Treasure Eatery waitress.

( sadly no banging just unresolved sexual tension ;) )

Larry knows every single worker at the treasure eatery. Has he sits down in his usual spot, his eyes gaze over at an unfamiliar face. A younger woman, by the looks of it, that eager to please smile and a little notepad in her hand as she jotted down everything she needed to know; he couldn't help but crack a small smile giving out a light, breathy chuckle knowing that the soul-crushing career life has not buried its fangs down on her yet.

Has he waited for the other staff to see him wave and excitedly greet him by his name before saying, "The usual?" he couldn't help but watch the waitress make her rounds, jumbling over her words awkwardly as she gave the customers with their drinks or food. That was when her eyes met his for a split second, cheeks turning pink when she realized she was being watched. On the inside, the new waitress was panicking, hoping to make a good impression on the Elite Four member and gym leader, who is also a regular here. His eyes were on her as if he was testing her internally.

When the waitress returned to the kitchen, the manager excitedly( and to her horror) practically dragged her over to where Larry was sitting. "Larry! This is our new hire!" Shaking like a newborn deerling being in front of practically a celebrity, despite his ordinary appearance. The businessman, his onix trained on her while he took a sip of his water, gave her a nod.

Larry got a closer look at her when the manager brought her over, her shyness was admittedly cute, but he didn't want to scare her more than he already was all night, so all he gave was a nod.

You finally breathe a sigh of relief when the regular leaves the restaurant, the pressure of being your best and impressing the Elite Four member being lifted off your shoulders. A moment that your coworkers will probably tease you for till the end of time. Even though Larry long since left, you couldn't help but think about how piercing those onyx eyes were.

Larry felt like a creep, watching her all night like he did; he was unsure why she held his attention as long as she did. Maybe it was that sweet smile. Maybe it's because she was just entertaining to watch. Hearing her stumble over her words, are practically see the gears turning in her head as she tries to figure out how some of the appliances of work. Or maybe, it was when those eyes met his own so bright and lively, only for her to tear her gaze away from him. He couldn't help but think about the way she was practically falling apart in front of him as the manager introduced her. Did he really intimidate her so much? He wasn't sure whether he liked that idea or not.

Perhaps he should try getting her to feel more comfortable around him...

On your shift like clockwork, the day went on as normal, occasionally messing around with your manager and coworkers. When the day went slower until your heart picked up when you noticed Larry walking into the building, slowly but surely getting the hang of this job, you should be more comfortable, but now you have cold feet. And, of course, since your manager thought it was the funniest shit ever that Larry scared you so much, she had you take his order.

Larry's eyes almost light up when you walk over, his stone face watching an almost amusement as you fumble over your words, trying to remember his name, all your thoughts leaving you the moment you met those deep piercing eyes, trying not to stare at his lips touching the cold glass of his ice water, and how his adam's apple bobbed with each drink. "H-hi uh..." "Larry..." "W-what?" "It's Larry, you can say it. I don't bite." He inhales deeply at the way she sheepishly says his name.

your entire shift has been a blur, distracted by a current someone.

He didn't sleep that night. The moment he knew he was in a little too deep, is when he replayed your voice saying his name in his head, well thinking about that eager-to-please smile when he first saw you, those eyes looking up at him has his fingers Trail through your hair your hands on his thighs his pants unzipped "Larry..." he could feel his boxers getting tighter as he cursed under his breath.

Larry was officially a creep... the hell was he doing?? he was a middle-aged man while you looked like you were in your early to mid-20s. His eyes glazed over, no longer focusing on the screen in front of him, instead of his hand, his thumb rubbing over the place your fingers brushed against an accident when you sit down his usual meal on the table.

you seemed different from the last time he came in. You still had that shyness he always liked, but now it seemed you were more playful, good means he wasn't scaring the hell out of you. Tonight in particular, however, he noticed the changes in your appearance immediately. You could feel his eyes on you; once again, you wondered if he noticed your makeup. He did. In fact, your pretty pink lips were all he could stare at. He felt like he was going to go crazy when he walked by his table, getting with of what smelled like vanilla perfume... as much as he liked what he saw, the nagging feeling in his chest began to bubble up, 'Who are you prettying up for? A boy?' yes, a boy... he was your age once; he knew how they could be.

It's not like he was any different, as he was just thinking about smearing that lipstick on something that was bigger than the pen that was in your mouth. Usually, he avoided thinking these kinds of thoughts, but he was a couple of shots of alcohol in, and work had been stressful for the past few weeks.

He tried to ignore the fact that he would catch you stealing glances. As much as Larry wanted you, and by Arceus he did, he could feel his cock stiring as a scene plays in his mind, bending you over the bed, a hand on your pretty throat rubbing the head of his cock against your tight entrance.

He didn't wanna get his hopes up. Heh, as if a young spark like you would be interested in a boring old man like him.