#would you for meeee devil

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we could go on nature walks together but 💔💔💔

OMG DEVIL THAT'D BE SO FUN WHAT. I ACTUALLY LOVE GOING ON NATURE WALKS :33

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// First of all I want to say that I love seeing your art across my feed. All of the costumes and silly situations are amazing!!!

Idk if you still take ideas for it, but if you do can I suggest the two boys as Gomez and Morticia and Sigewine as Wednesday.

If that idea was suggested already then angel & devil where Wrio is the angel and Neuvi is the devil specifically.

Aw, thank you!! And I'm always happy to see you reblogging my art! Seriously though, you can't just casually drop two such good ideas on meeee (I will probably do that angel-devil thing at some point in life, but for now I don't think Wrio could handle it)

Seems like nobody expected just how good Monsieur Neuvillette would look with a little make up on. The Duke's brain might be completely fried at this point. Just take any Coupons you can find and leave him be...

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jealous | song mingi (2/2)

♡  part one

(can be read standalone.)

♡ pairing: mingi x fem! reader (afab) ♡ chapters: 2 out of 2 ♡ word count: 4.3k ♡ rating: mature/18+ (minors dni) ♡ genre: pwp, smut, established relationship 

♡ synopsis: Nothing could have prepared you for the ray of pink that was Song Mingi when you walked through the door at that moment. 

♡ warnings/tags: idol! mingi, pink! mingi, brief mentions of ateez, san + woo being lil shits, shameless smut, jealous behavior, possessive behavior, cock warming, slight somnophilia, pussy eating/cunnilingus, biting, hair pulling, minor overstim, size kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, name calling, breeding kink if u squint, creampie

♡ author’s note: 

kinda proof read but again, not rly... hehe :3

howdy again, friends! here is the conclusion to jealous. i hope you all enjoy as much as the first chapter! :3 i had a lot of fun writing this one. seeing all the support has really been encouraging!!

When you step into the stylist's corner that evening, you aren't sure what to expect after overhearing the boy's discussions the previous night. Amidst themselves they chatted animatedly about the possibility of different colored hair. Their rush of words only left you with an undying curiosity as to what you would see today in the hair salon. Unfortunately, none of them seemed too keen on sharing with you, even after your insistent probing.

The time they spent with neutral tones was surprisingly short and they were all too soon being ushered back to the stylists for their new looks. If you had a say, you would have easily protested the idea — given how much you loved Mingi with natural looking hair… but alas.

And sure, most of them had practically gone through the entire rainbow at that point but nothing could have prepared you for the ray of pink that was Song Mingi when you walked through the door at that moment.

Eyes wide with surprise and bewilderment, you're bouncing over to the tall man, practically gushing and cooing as you take in his new appearance. His hair is shorter now, shorter than you've ever seen. The wisps that previously framed his handsome and sharp features are nothing but choppy and sporadic.

"Wow," is all that you can utter as your fingers card through his freshly dyed locks. A low hum of approval comes from him. You stand behind him, staring at him through the mirror he sits before. In the reflection, he's meeting your bright eyes as he beams with a newfound radiance, noting how smitten you seemed.

"Do you like it, babe?" Mingi preens, leaning into your gentle affections as you're stroking his scalp lovingly.

"You look... Uh. Wow." A deep laugh rumbles from his large frame upon hearing your lack of words.

"I look hot, huh?" Pursing your lips, you choose not to reply as you catch the teasing hint behind his words. His statement shakes you from your charmed stupor, as if you're just now remembering how your lovable boyfriend is also oh so insufferable.

"What about meeee~? Do I look good?" You ignore San's whine in the background.

Grasping a fistful of Mingi's hair, you give a playful tug and he lets out a pained noise of complaint.

"Ow! Sorry, sorry… You know I’m just joking."

"You're so annoying, Min." Smoothing out his rosy tufts, you pat his head once and step away to observe some of the others as they're scattered about the salon.

Only a few of the members are in today, most of them having opted to keep their more natural styles. Upon further inspection, you note that only Mingi, Hongjoong, San and Wooyoung are present.

The captain's head is tipping back and forth as he's snoozing peacefully within his chair. You can see they're still lifting his hair, him having fallen asleep as the light color processes. You smile. It would definitely look good once finished.

Not wanting to disturb his beauty sleep, you sneak around him and weave your way toward San and Wooyoung.

Akin to the devil himself San has his teeth bared in the widest grin, dimple showing as he tilts his head toward you, beckoning for you to pet him just as you did with Mingi.

"San, why are even you here? They didn't do anything to your hair."

"It's just a little styling and trimming. See!" The man kicks off the ground and swivels in his chair, spinning a bit to show himself off from all angles. You can't really tell any difference. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him and snicker alongside Wooyoung as you both ignore his antics.

"It looks good, right? I'm so handsome, right?" San knits his eyebrows together and juts out his lips, offering you his signature pouty face.

"Right, right?"

"Yes, yes. You're so handsome, Sannie. So handsome with your silly little trim."  Though the sarcasm of your statements are blatantly obvious, he has never seemed more pleased. So pleased in fact, that he grasps your hand and places it atop his head before he begins nuzzling into your palm. He really did have some cat like tendencies.

You let out an exasperated sigh and open your mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by your lover.

"Dude! Get your own girlfriend!" Having witnessed the entire charade from his corner, Mingi is on his feet now and you swear you can see steam coming from his ears. You know San's jokes are mostly for shits and giggles, but you do feel a little bad seeing your boyfriend so riled up.

It was only a few weeks ago you had your asses chewed out by management after what you and San planned. Not to mention Hongjoong was on his last nerve and would definitely limit your visitations if you pulled another stunt like that.

Despite knowing the repercussions, San chooses to ignore the rapper as he grins, hand cupped over his mouth while he's leaning over to his partner in crime, whispering to the other.

"Watch him wake up Captain and get into deep shit again." They both snicker.

"Aw, is the big pink princess jealous?" Shooting a look of warning to the pair, you rush over to Mingi.

"San, you directly contributed to our ‘deep shit,’ so I don't wanna hear it!" Stepping closer to the fuming giant, you run your hands along his arms, trying to soothe his anger. His own limbs immediately wind around your waist, pulling you against his solid chest protectively.

"He's just messing with you again, baby."

"I know," he says through grit teeth.

"I'll make it up to you tonight," you murmur into his ear softly, giving his lobe a gentle nip. Upon hearing your words, his eyes darkened considerably. He squeezes you once.

Thankfully, this seems to pacify his temper as he settles down, allowing you to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"You better."  Without another word, the man returns to his seat. The tension visibly falls from his shoulders, a pleased smile stretching across his features at the thought of your promise for later.

Unfortunately, you're left to deal with San's taunting again once Mingi comfortably slouches into his chair, ignoring everyone as he begins to play around with his phone.

"I'll make it up to you later," San parrots in a sickeningly sweet tone.

"You better." Wooyoung follows his mimicry and the pair burst into an obnoxious fit of giggles. Woo's laughter raises an octave higher as they're both slapping each other around and squirming hilariously in their chairs, making kissy faces.

Two grown ass men. You shake your head and sigh.

The commotion causes Hongjoong to stir. The smaller man rouses from his sleep, rubbing his eyes tiredly as his bleary glare lands on the troublesome duo.

"You two are so loud. You think I would be used to it by now."

Everyone falls silent when they finally realize their captain has awoken. His sleepy gaze sweeps over the room, eyebrows cocking up in surprise when he notes that Mingi seems to be the most behaved of the bunch. That was not typical, but he wouldn't dwell on it.  There's a curt nod in your direction, as if he’s giving you kudos for trying to keep the boys in line.

"Behave, kids."  Hongjoong leaves them a single warning, too tired to chastise them as his droopy eyes fall shut, the drowsiness overtaking him once more.

The bickering has died down now and everyone is left to their own muses, the previous playful encounters momentarily forgotten as a comfortable silence overtakes the room.

Another half hour passes by in a breeze and it's not long before you're all filing back into a company van to return home. Shuffling between each member, you're quick to buckle into your seat beside Mingi and no sooner is the vehicle veering out of the driveway toward the direction of the dorms.  

As the van takes off the street lights fade in passing, blurring beneath the night sky. The sight has your eyelids growing heavy, suddenly feeling a bit exhausted from your day's events. You don't seem to realize how tired you are until your cheek falls on your lover's broad shoulder.

Blinking at the sudden weight on him, Mingi turns slightly to look at you before a fond smile overtakes his face once he sees you dozing off. A warmth spreads within his chest as he takes in your delicate features, cooing lovingly before he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Sleep tight, baby."

The first time you awake that night you don't register the feeling of his lips trailing along your shoulder. Groggily opening your eyes, you're met with mostly darkness, only a sliver of the moonlight peeking from the window. You can feel the springs of a mattress beneath you and the familiarity of Mingi's lean body pressed to your back. Like most nights, he holds you from behind, effectively caging you in his arms.

Though you don't recall the man carrying you from the car to the dorm, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. This wasn't the first occasion where you had knocked out on the ride home. Mingi was all too used to hauling your ass back to his room and readying you for bed — which mostly just consisted of him stripping you to your undergarments and tucking you in.

With your current state of undress, the man beside you feels particularly restless. He fidgets once, then twice. You squeeze his arm gently and that's all it takes for his curious hands to begin roaming upon your bare skin, ghosting along your hips and stomach before he's cupping one of your breasts to fondle between his palm, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

A quiet and tired whine falls from your lips and you're soon shifting against the bed, your panty clad ass brushing against him. Feeling your movements he involuntarily bucks against you and even through the fabric of delicates separating you, you feel the weight of his half hard cock against your backside.  

His lips find purchase on your neck once more, eager to paint a pattern of his love bites on the skin. There are fading marks from days prior and he's readily retracing over the hickeys with teeth and tongue. The thrill of showing others his claim was simply his favorite.

Despite the desire that throbs between your thighs, you find yourself too drowsy to reciprocate, only just barely grinding yourself against him as he continues to grope at your body and rut against you.

"Fuck," he curses between wet kisses along your nape.

There is an air of impatience in his actions and he's hurriedly fumbling around with his boxers, freeing his erection from its confines. It slaps up against one of your cheeks and you can feel his precum leaking through your underwear.

Mingi is unable to help himself as he pulls your panties to one side, lining himself along your slit before he's slowly sheathing his thick cock past your walls, already wet and coated with your arousal. Even in your dazed state, you feel a surprised moan bubbling from your throat as you begin to clutch onto the bed sheets when your cunt stretches deliciously around him to accommodate his size.

Consumed by the feeling of your walls clenching around him, a pleased growl spills from your lover's lips. The grip he has on your waist returns and soon he's bottoming out within you, pelvic bone flush to your ass as he's relishing the heat that hugs his length so tightly.

Gods, your pussy felt like the heavens to him. Mingi knew he could come then and there if he lacked any self control. The position which you both lay presents him with a different angle to fuck you, dragging against your cunt in a way that has his length throbbing within you. His eyes nearly roll back at the feeling.

Though he's enraptured in a state of pleasure, he doesn't budge against you, only breathing heavily against your neck as his fingers stroke circles into your hips. Normally, there is an encouraging noise or movement from you after you adjust to his size, but the silence that follows has his concerns raising slightly.

"Babe?"

It's only several seconds later that Mingi hears the sound of your light snoring. Unbelievable... With you having fallen back to sleep he resigns in defeat and hugs you closer to him, closing his eyes as he tries to follow suit, his hard cock still stuffed within you.

The second time you wake up, it's still dark within the room but the beginnings of sun rising glimmer past the window curtains. Huh? You find your body is feeling unusually hot and you're panting softly, eyes heavily lidded.

Drowsiness still overpowers you as you’re blindly reaching around for Mingi. His body has since disappeared from your side and only now do you register the feeling of his weight against your legs.

A scratchy moan rips from your throat when you glance down. You're met with the sight of pink hair disappearing between your thighs and it sends a tremor of arousal through you, shaking you awake. The two of you had discussed this scenario many times prior, but you were beyond thrilled to finally have it happen.

“M-Mingi?” Your throat is hoarse and dry, though you don't know if it's from having just woken up or from seeing the sinful sight of your lover languidly lapping at your pussy. You’re unsure of how long he's been awake, but the mess that has accumulated beneath you was evidence enough — fluids having trailed down from your heat, seeping into the bedsheets.

The man hums in acknowledgement, his tongue delving past your dripping folds as he hungrily begins to eat you out. Now that you were awake, he wouldn’t hold back. His mouth moves with fervor, tongue swiping along your cunt as he greedily drinks in your juices.

“You said you would make it up to me.” Between kissing your clit and dragging the flat of his tongue against your wetness, he rumbles deeply against you. He just barely lifts his head and meets your stare with a heated look, pupils blown wide, the desire and want evidently swirling within his lustful eyes.

When he nudges his nose against your clit, your legs tremble, closing slightly as they tighten around his head, earning a pleased and muffled noise from him. Your hand finds its way down to his head as you begin to buck into his face, fingers gripping at the rosy locks.

His own hands palm at the globes of your ass, cupping each cheek fully as he lifts your pussy closer to his face. Mingi is ravenous as he eats you out. His mouth traces over every inch of your cunt, tongue sloppily laving against your folds, his actions akin to a starved man.

At this point, you're wide awake and squirming with pleasure. With his grip holding you up, your back arches off the mattress and no sooner you’re driving your hips into his face, shamelessly bucking against his mouth. He’s diving into you with reckless abandon and it's only when you feel his lips latching onto your sensitive bundle of nerves that you're turning your head to muffle your cries into the pillow under you.

Knowing how vocal you were, you had to keep quiet as the boys could wake at any moment. You couldn't risk getting in trouble again. Even so, your face is pressed to the pillow and you're biting the fabric of the pillow case as you're fisting Mingi’s hair. You can barely contain the lewd noises that Mingi elicits from you.

The muffled sounds that come from you grow increasingly louder when you feel him circling your clit with his tongue. The way he alternates between licking and sucking you has you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

When your thighs finally begin to shake in his grasp, he knows you're close. Mingi’s mouth doesn't leave your clit even as you're grinding harder into his face. Swiftly one of his hands dips between your legs, two fingers fucking into you as he drives you to your orgasm. The combined stimulus pushes you over the edge and you’re cumming hard on his face.

You sob into the pillow, writhing wildly as your fluids spill from your pussy onto his face. His mouth finally leaves your swollen clit as he savors the taste of your release, groaning into your cunt while he begins to tongue fuck you once more. The taste of your essence is sweet, irresistible; and only for him to have.

When Mingi has finally had enough, you're already nearing your second orgasm. You’re breathing hard and trying to recover as the waves of pleasure roll through your body.  The man lifts his head from your legs and you swallow thickly at the sight of him.

There is still a carnal hunger that glitters beneath his stare. Your eyes trace the angles of his face, following down the curve of his nose until they land on his mouth, watching as his tongue darts out to lick some remnants of your juices from his lips. Even in the dark, you can see the way your own release glistens on his cheeks and chin.

The look he gives you has a wave of arousal pooling in your belly, burning so hot that you're already locking your legs around his torso. Mingi roughly cleans his face with one arm and wipes it onto his bedsheets.  

You’re about to protest, but the complaint dies in your throat as he begins to leave a trail of wet kisses up your body. He starts below your navel and ghosts past your ribs next. Similarly, his large hands stroke up to your legs as he holds them in place.

As he moves up your body, your pussy drags along the ripples of his muscles, leaving a line of your wetness down his abs. He begins grazing past your nipples and he teases along the slopes of your breasts before he reaches your lips. His mouth connects to yours, all too eager to taste you. Now that your bodies are level to each other, your thighs naturally rest around his waist.

From this position you can feel the weight of his thick cock laying heavily against your messy cunt, his length coated with your slick arousal. Grinding against each other, the friction between your loins has you both gasping out between kisses. His tongue finds yours all too easily, labored breaths against each other’s mouths.

When he parts from you, there is a string of saliva that stretches between you. After your first orgasm, you already looked so fucked out laying beneath him. Your breasts are heaving with each gasp of pleasure and your hips wiggle against his impatiently. He groans at the sight, cock twitching.

“Think you can take more, doll?”

“Please, Mingi…” Under his gaze, you're trembling with want and need. Mingi loves when he hears your pathetic whines laden with desire, especially with the way your voice goes up a pitch when you're desperate to have him filling you.

“Baby girl wants to be stuffed with my big dick, yeah?” A taunting smirk overtakes his features.

“Mingi, need you inside me. Please…”  You squirm beneath him, pressing yourself closer to his body, flush to the shaft of his aching erection.

“Love how you beg for me every night. You're such a slut for me, with the way your tight little cunt molds so well around my cock.”

The deep treble of his voice has you moaning softly, your body heating up from the dirty words that escape him. He feels the way you gush more fluids onto his length, growing more wet as he praises you.  

“Be a good girl and take my big cock, mmm?”

As the last word falls from his lips, he’s sinking himself into your dripping hole. Mingi is slow and calculated, enjoying the drag along your folds as you begin to stretch around his thickness. From this angle he sees the way your cunt swallows him, his cock buried inside you.

You both moan breathily as he fills you to the hilt, the head of his cock nearly kissing your cervix. The grip of your thighs tightens around his waist as you're trying to drive him deeper within you.

“God, such a good girl. You always take me so well, baby.”

“M-Mingi,” you mewl back at him, feeling entirely full from his large size splitting you apart. He doesn’t need to adjust this time, knowing your second orgasm still looms closely. You're high on the pleasure and you're already grinding into him.

“See how big I am inside you?” The sight beneath him is almost too much. Within you his dick is twitching and throbbing as your walls envelope him. He hovers above you just slightly, creating space between your bodies to give you a view of what nearly sends him into a frenzy.

Obediently your eyes flit down to follow his stare and you can see the outline of his big cock against your lower belly. Your cunt clenches at the sight and he involuntarily thrusts a single time.  

“So big… feel so full of your cock,” you gasp at him, eyes fluttering with pleasure as you're reveling in the feeling of his size. He pulls his hips back, slowly beginning to pump himself within you as you’re both watching the outline of his girth moving back and forth.

“Fuuuck.” Mingi throws his head back, cursing lowly as he begins to pick up his pace.

Your arms wind around his neck and you’re clutching onto him as you bury your face into his shoulder. The sight of him within you is forgotten once you're both beginning to chase your climax.

The grip Mingi has on your ass is bruising as he starts to pound himself within your pussy. His tempo has picked up speed as the pleasure continues to build. The sound of his cock squelching against your dripping folds is loud as is the sound of his balls slapping against your skin.

Each thrust has his pelvis dragging against your already sensitive clit. You're trying to meet his movements best you can, but you're so far gone with pleasure that you simply hang off him as he plows into your aching cunt.

“S-So… good,” you blubber out as you begin to drool on his shoulder.

His palms are suddenly hooking under your knees as he pushes your legs back, effectively folding you into yourself as he begins to fuck himself into you harder. Your hands fall from him at this new position and you're desperately fisting the bedsheets when he begins to slam himself back into you.

The new angle has his cock hitting your g spot, each plunge on his length sending you closer and closer into euphoria. You begin chanting his name, each syllable growing louder in volume until he has to silence you with his mouth.

You're both moaning through the lip lock, tongues entangled in a passionate dance as he rocks himself into you. You know he's close with the way his grip is beginning to slack around your legs. Even then, his pace doesn't let up as he begins to snap his hips harder against you. In between kisses, you begin to coax him closer to his release.

“Need your cum… please, Mingi!” The guttural moan that escapes him resonates through your core, fluids gushing around his cock as he starts fucking you faster.

“Fuck, baby girl… You want me to fill you up? Does my needy slut want to be stuffed full of cum?”

He’s merciless with his movements as he sets an unrelenting pace, desperate to chase his orgasm. The harder he ruts into you, the more your pussy clenches around him.

“Yes, Mingi. Please!”

Hearing your admission, you can feel the way his moves are no longer calculated — a sloppy and erratic rhythm overtaking his movements. Still, each push of his throbbing length slamming against your g spot has your entire body alight with fire.

The pressure is building within you, ready to snap at any moment. Only seconds later you're unraveling beneath him, your second orgasm flooding you as you thrash and moan whilst cumming against his cock, walls squeezing around him impossibly tight. Your juices flood around him, the sounds of your wetness growing louder as he bucks harder.

The feeling of your cunt gripping and convulsing around him sends him into a craze and he fucks into you harder and harder until he's pumping you full his release. Even as he's painting your walls full of his cum, he cannot help himself but to roll his hips a bit longer, riding out his peak as he pushes his seeds deeper within your cunt. The cum begins to spill over, drooling out from your pussy as he finally stills his movements.

After several seconds, he drops your legs and collapses on top of you. You grunt at his weight but bring a hand up to gently stroke his hair. Both of you pant heavily as you try to recover from the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm, exhaustion sweeping over you. His hands are carefully kneading around your hips while his head rests between your breasts, nuzzling into them affectionately.

“Love you, babe. Thanks for making it up to me.”

You kiss the top of his head.

“Yeah, yeah.. Love you too. Even if you did interrupt my sleep…”

You both knew the bed was in a state of disarray but you were both too tired to care at the moment, beginning to fall asleep in a pool of your mixed juices.

It’s not even ten minutes later that you hear a loud series of knocks on the door, causing you both to jolt awake.

"Morning, you sex fiends! Breakfast is ready!” San calls out from behind the door, an obvious hint of mischief in his tone.

Oh god, you were definitely too loud and you know you would never hear the end of it from him.

“Fuck off! We're sleeping in!” Mingi yells back, though his words don’t match the cheeky grin he sports.

You roll your eyes and gently nudge him off of you.

“Can we at least change the bed sheets first?”

“Sure thing, babe.” Fin~

[c-o-t-o]

Shower Scene (Denji x reader) PART 1

(Part 2 here) (Alternate Aki arc, Part 1 here)

(Part 3 here)

(Part 4 (end) here)

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Denji x fem reader

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, character aged up, explicit language, blood, pain play, choking, bdsm (some CWs apply to other parts)

Misc: ~2.5k words, Part 1

About: After you and Denji finish a mission, he loses too much blood and becomes weak. You promise him your blood after you've both showered. But is he too weak to bathe himself?

*Do not remove info or credit from posts when reblogging or sharing!*

Your chest rises and falls heavily as you pant, trying to catch your breath after defeating some devils with Denji. The final blow left the two of you absolutely soaked from the blood spray, which is now slowly trickling down your face. You look over at Denji who is grinning wickedly from the thrill of the fight, audibly panting and grunting as he tries to catch his breath as well.

"Nice job, Denji," you manage to say between breaths, "let's head back home and clean off." Denji turns to nod at you, but you see his expression slowly fade from wicked excitement to something different... almost like he's mesmerized. You watch his eyes as they slowly follow the blood streaming down your face. When the bead falls from your chin, he snaps out of it, looking back up to your eyes with flushed cheeks. 'Oh, that's right,' you think to yourself, 'Denji has a thing for blood.' You clear your throat and offer to let Denji feed from you after you both return home and have showered. He looks completely drained and you can't even imagine how desperately he must need some blood to rejuvenate himself.

Makima had you move in with Aki and the rest, but upgraded you all to a house so you could all have your own rooms with some privacy. After all, Aki had begged her for more room after burdening him to live with yet another public safety devil hunter. With them living together for years, getting older and needing more privacy, it was long overdue anyway.

"Are... are you sure? I can drink y-your blood?" Denji swallowed heavily mid sentence as his face turned so red that his blush was almost indistinguishable from the blood splatter. After nodding and offering your shoulder for him to lean on, Denji smirked and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "If you say so, then okay! I'll try to be careful."

You knew Denji became shy around you; you two have lived in your shared space for months now, stealing glances and dropping innuendos nearly every time you were alone together until one of you got the point. You both knew but would never admit it, so this playful back and forth went on far longer than you could really stand. You knew that Denji putting his lips on your neck to drink your blood would break him. Every time in the past that you offered him your blood he shyly declined, saying that it's too close to being like kissing your neck. You wonder why, then, he accepted this time. Have you finally broken his will? Or is he truly that drained from the fight?

You finally make it home, Denji seemingly drunk from the loss of blood as he slumps down the wall. "I can't..." he lets his head fall back and it hits the wall. "Carry meeee..." he whines.

"Denji you know full well I can't carry you," you laugh while pulling his shoes off for him and undoing his tie. "But once we both shower you can have my blood, remember?" You pull his tie off and feel Denji grab your fingers as you are about to pull away, groaning whiningly as he puts your fingers on the buttons of his shirt.

"Really?? You can't even undress yourself?" You search his eyes to see if he's being coy or if he's out of it. You get your answer when his eyes roll back in his head and he slides sideways down onto the floor.

"Fuck! Denji? Denji, come on..." He just groans quietly and mumbles incoherently. "Aki?!" you shout, but there's no response from anyone else. Your heart starts pounding as you realize the two of you are alone and that you'll now have to undress and shower Denji. You refuse to let him feed from you with the blood of numerous devils now dried all over you, so shower you must.

You whimper out loud dejectedly. "Denji, I have to shower you, Aki isn't home. I'm sorry." You manage to stand him up and walk him with his arm over your shoulder, his feet mostly dragging instead of walking. You get to the bathroom and drag Denji into the shower room. His eyes are still rolled back, not really focused on anything. You sigh again out loud as you begin by unbuttoning his shirt.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." you quietly repeat over and over as you undress him. As you slip the shirt off of Denji, your hands graze across his slender torso, feeling the stiffness of his muscles and chest. It was enough to send electricity shooting through your body right down to your sensitive area. You get his pants off easily enough, but your hands stop at the waistband of his underwear.

"Denji... I need to know that you're okay with this, I'm about to see you and touch you..." He almost drunkenly nods his head, but it's so slight that you decide not to take that as a clear answer. A moment later his hand shakily grabs yours and moves it over to his waistband, gives you a thumbs-up sign, and then lets his hand fall down to his side.

'So he's aware and can hear me, great.'

"I always imagined seeing each other naked being vastly different, but I don't have much of a choice. I'm so sorry Denji..." you whisper as you slowly pull down his boxers. Surprisingly Denji remained soft, but you attribute that to the loss of blood. That aside, you blush at the fact that Denji still seems a bit large, even being soft. You undress yourself near his feet so that he can't quite see you, still shy at the prospect of him seeing you naked.

"I'm turning on the water now, Denji. I'm going to wash myself first and then I'll clean you, okay?" Again, all Denji can manage is a thumbs up, but you're grateful that he can at least give you a sign that this is all okay.

You're also grateful for the Japanese style shower so that there's room for you to bathe while Denji lays sprawled out on the tile floor. You shower yourself quickly, realizing Denji must be cold laying on the floor. Cold, drained, and exhausted.

On your hands and knees, you scooch over to him with the shower hose and begin hosing down his legs and lathering him up with a soapy shower sponge. He moans when the hot water hits his legs, mouth slightly open, revealing his sharp teeth. Your heart skips a beat at the sound and sight. You secretly have a thing for his sharp teeth and have always wondered what they would feel like grazing along the nape of your neck.

You shake your head as if shaking out your encroaching dirty thoughts, and begin to lather up his feet and legs. "Well..." you swallow hard, "I might as well get this over with." You sponge Denji's penis and lower abs with the soapy sponge, trying to use the sponge itself to move everything around so that you're not touching him directly.

Denji's face immediately turns to the side to look away from you. You see his abs almost throbbing with tension as you sponge him and notice he seems to be holding his breath. When you pass over him with the hot water, he releases his breath with the deepest, guttural groan you've ever heard him make. You feel yourself twitch at the sound and feel wetness begin to pool between your legs.

You're relieved to work your way up and sponge his stomach and chest. This is the first time you've seen his chainsaw pulley so close. With hesitation, you touch your fingers lightly to it as it slides along the wet metal end. Your fingers follow the rope back to the origin in the middle of his chest, delicately tracing your fingertips around the opening. Denji muffles a moan, and you momentarily worry that it might be too sensitive there, until you feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest and his fist clenching at his side. 'I wonder if this spot feels good.'

You eventually take his arm in one hand, and gently wash it with the sponge in your other hand. You lather up your hands and gently rock your fingers between his to make sure you've gotten them completely clean. When you get to his other hand, you feel his fingers close around yours. Your gaze snaps to look up at him, but he continues to look away with his head turned to the side. You notice, however, his face turning red again.

'I bet he's enjoying this, the horny freak.' You think that to yourself, knowing full well that you have also been a freak for the thoughts you've had of Denji lately. As much as you don't want to admit it to yourself, your chest aches at the sight of him and how you're so close, yet feel so far from getting what it is you truly want. At least, you can't do anything, not with Denji like this.

With his grip still tightened around your fingers, you glance down and notice how slim his waist is, something you've only caught glimpses of in the past if he stretched his arms up over his head or laid sloppily on the ground by the kotatsu, letting the bottom of his shirt lift up slightly.

You pull your hand away and look at his face, gently turning it to look back in your direction so that you can wash his face. You laugh nasally to yourself when you see that he has his eyes clamped shut. Is he embarrassed to look at you? Or is he doing it out of decency? Either way it's fine because you can wash and rinse his face.

You slide your body so that you can place his head on your lap to wash his hair next. His face blushes once again as your fingers massage through his hair, and you catch quiet breathy moans escaping through his lips.

After rinsing his hair, you look down to see Denji looking up at you with one eye... looking up with his head in your lap... at the underside of your boobs. You feel your heart stop momentarily as you meet his gaze. He slams his eye shut and looks away again. But as he turns his face, you instinctively push his head off your lap in fear that his face will go right down into your crotch.

"FUCK I'M SORRY DENJI." You cradle his head but see his eyes swimming now. "God damn it. I made this so much worse..." You look around the room to see if he can grab something to hold onto and stand up, but realize that's not possible with all the water. That, and letting his head hit the floor after pushing it off your lap.

"Denji, I think..." your voice trails off as you sigh. "I think you'll have to drink my blood here. I wont be able to carry you out of here without slipping and hurting both of us."

You jump in surprise as Denji weakly (and incredibly slowly) turns onto his side, and onto his stomach. His forehead presses to the shower floor as his fingers trail up your arm to grab your shoulder. You feel his hand shaking, trying to push you down so that you're laying as well.

You realize Denji is trying to have you lay down so that he can drink from you. To help him out you slide down on your back so that you're laying side by side. Without looking up, Denji shakily slides onto your shoulder.

You feel his damp skin slide over yours, hot breath tumbling onto your shoulder as he slowly places his face into the crook of your neck. You can feel your heart racing and even see your vision slightly pulsating. His wet hair tickles your ear, and you feel his nose trace the curve of your neck, fingers weakly trying to grip your shoulder.

You hear him whisper so quietly that it's almost indistinguishable amidst the shower water still running. "Can... I...?" he barely whispers, making sure one last time that it's okay with you. This is it, the moment you've always fantasized, knowing how Denji's teeth would feel against your neck, tasting your blood. But the moment is intensified by your naked bodies laying in the middle of the steamy shower room.

You nod your head and barely say yes before he sinks his teeth down into your supple flesh. You gasp out loud and grab his slick back as he pierces you. It stings, but feels so incredible at the same time. The pain is over quickly as he pulls his teeth out and closes his lips around your skin. You feel the blood slowly being sucked from you as Denji's tongue laps over the bites. He moans and breathes heavily as he slowly drinks from you, groaning with each suck. Each swallow is hard, and his grip on your shoulder tightens with each gulp.

You thought you'd have to cut him off, but to your surprise, he slows to a stop by himself and pulls his mouth away. He did say he'd try to be careful earlier. Denji gently licks your neck one last time with one long, slow, sweeping motion to clean the last of the blood, making you cringe with pleasure.

"Denji? Are you okay? Did that help?" You turn your head to the side to see if he's okay. With his head still down, you see only his eyes glare up at you through his wet hair. "... Denji...? What's wrong?" You feel his chest moving in and out quicker as his eyes dart back and forth between yours. His head lifts more until you see your glistening red blood smeared across his lips, and all you can think of is how fucking hot it makes him look. As weird as it may be, seeing blood on Denji made him seem so badass and intense.

You realize you've been staring down at his lips for too long now, when you suddenly feel his fingers gliding through the back of your hair. He lifts himself up on his elbow, his face hovering right above yours now. Some blood drips off his lips and down onto yours. He looks down at the blood on your lips, up at your eyes, and back down at your lips, fixated on the blood.

Before you know it, Denji moves quickly and instinctually down to your face and licks the blood off of your lips, as though not to waste it. He hears the quiet gasp that slips through your lips, and stays hovered above your face, slowly grinning with his sharp teeth... almost evilly.

"You always imagine seeing us naked?" His voice is so low and deep that you can almost feel it vibrate on your skin.

"Wh-what?" You shake your head confused.

"You said 'I always imagined seeing each other naked being vastly different, but I don't have much of a choice..." Denji's tongue licks around his lips, savoring any blood that might have lingered there.

"So tell me..." his voice trails off as he places his other hand next to your head, trapping your head between his hands, his face still hovering right above yours, eyes locked onto you. "What has your dirty little mind been fantasizing about, then?"

---------- To be continued ----------

[mommahughes19-23]

No one else but you - Q.H

@_quinnhughes : the number one love of my life❤️ y/n 2 years is the amount of time you have stuck by me, when I came to Vancouver I didn't know it would gift me with the best fucking girl a guy could ask for. I love you for life babygirl💓❤️‍🔥💓❤️‍🔥💓❤️‍🔥💓❤️‍🔥

tagged : @y/username

location : heaven

y/username : QUINN FUCKING HUGHES YOU ASSHOLE! IM CRYING IN THE CLUB OMG. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW AND THANK YOU FOR BEING THE BEST THING TO HAPPEN FOR A CANADA GIRLY LIKE MEEEE 💓❤️

bboeser : this almost made me throw up ��

↪ _eliaspettersson : @bboeser for real dude like @_quinnhughes we get it you got the girl.

tdemko30 : happy for ya Quinny and Y/N but y'all are for sure breaking hearts out here

ilyamikheev66 : HUGGY DIDN't WE TALK ABOUT WHAT POSTING YOUR GIRL DOES TO THIS TEAM! tears us apart smh

↪ _quinnhughes : sorry not sorry that she picked me 😬🤫

↪ y/username : OMG Y'ALL I WOULDNT HAVE PICKED ANY ONE IF I KNEW IT CAUSED ISSUES .... and @tdemko30 LEXIE GAVE ME PREMISSION!!!!

bmarch63 : oh damn she your girl ... could have done better with a real man who actually takes and dishes hits 🤡🤷🏻‍♀️ how's the cheek there huggy bear? 🤨

↪ j.tmiller9 : PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me that this was a hack PLEASE

↪ _quinnhughes : @bmarch63 .... you can't be anywhere close to serious with that comment bud. 🤬🤬🤨😤🫨

↪ bboeser : @_quinnhughes PLEASE let me and Coley take him is2g 🤬🤬

↪ y/username : Hey there @bmarch63 it's me... first off how are you going to claim you take hits but throw yourself to the floor when the ref taps you... second off at least Q doesn't cry every other game he plays... and third YOUR SCARY PLEASE GO AWAY I DON'T LIKE YOU🫨

icole28 : o m g @y/username really just did the damn thing... I still second Brocks idea though🤨😤

jackhughes : Watch the fuck out next time we play you it's ON FUCKING SITE I swear. @bmarch63🤬🤬🤬🤬

lhughes_06: goddamn I leave for ONE SUMMER and someones trying it with my future sister wtf is wrong with you big boy @bmarch63 🤬��🫨

nicohischier : um as a captain myself and a friend of both y/n and Quinn expect the ENTIRE devils team to be completely ok with some minor penalties against u🤬😤

↪ _quinnhughes : ^ same with the Canucks big bud.

A.N:

FIRST CAN WE PLEASE IGNORE THE CHANGING HAIR COLOR THANKS ILY.

Ok so this was based off my first request: "Omggg I'd be so lovely if you could make one where Quinn hughes is just head over heels for his girl, and he makes this appreciation post with pics he secretly took from her and everyone in the comments just pretending to be annoyed by them but also maybe one player from another team kinda comments like "oh she's you girl?" Cuz he saw her and was into her, creating this sort of jealous/possessive thing in the comments section not just from quinn but everyone who loves em"

made by the LOVE OF MY LIFE NOW @skylershines :) I REALLY REALLY REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT and I am so sorry it wasn't quite as long or as interesting as I had hoped to make it but I hope to get better and better with each post :)

Any and all respectful feedback is welcome and I just recently redid my navigation to make it a little easier so I now have a list of who I write for and an ask box :)

xoxoxoxoxoxo, M

[lovejosephquinn]

Imagine making dinner with Joseph listening to Queen, dancing around the kitchen together and “Bohemian Rhapsody” starts to play. Head-banging together, Joseph using the spatula as a microphone and throwing pasta up in the air as fake confetti. The kitchen is a mess but you’re beaming as you watch him- this is it. This is your “I finally made it moment.”

The last notes of the song die down from your speaker and the lyrics to a new song begin to play instantly. You both recognise it within the first few seconds.

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide no escape from reality…

Joes ears prick up at the sound of Queen and his whole body starts to move erratically towards you, snatching the towel out of your grasp and pulling you from the sink from where you’d just washed your hands.

“I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy.” Joe puts on his best Freddie Mercury voice as he melodises into your ear, his arms wrapped around you in a force so heavy that you can’t help but melt inside his touch.

“Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me…” he continues and you decide to swing yourself around to meet his eye. “To meeee.” You finish and as the song continues its slow starting pace, the sound of the piano notes blasting through the speaker see’s him mimicking them, clicking his tongue to the beat. You can’t help but smile and sigh contently watching your boyfriend feel the music. With that, Joe’s lips meet yours in a significantly warm kiss, parting slightly to close as much space between you as possible. You’re swaying side to side in unison, foreheads pressed together as the song starts to build up, its all quite romantic.

The pans boiling water is ready to have it’s content poured into it now but you’re currently stood in the middle of your kitchen being spun around and dancing stupidly to the sounds of Bohemian Rhapsody building up and up, getting to the best part, it’d be ridiculous to quit now. The highest Galileo he can manage almost damages Joe’s vocal chords but he completely insists straight away that was his queue to sing.

You take it in turns throwing the words back and fourth at one another.

I’m just a poor boy nobody loves me.

He’s just a poor boy from a poor family, spare him his life from this monstrosity.

Easy come easy go, will you let me go?

Bismillah no! We will not let you go!

Joe screeches “let him go!” repetitively and you now face each other in what looks like it could be a dual, he grabs the nearest kitchen appliance, wrapping his hand around the spatula and begins to wave it around in the air like a conductor for an orchestra. You’re trying to continue singing, but the way he’s got you in a trance, laughing so hard and so quickly at his actions.

You decide to join him, grabbing a hold of a whisk and putting it to your mouth like a microphone as the last part before the moment you’ve both been waiting for commences.

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me…

For me…

For MEEE!

You break down like a couple of rockstars, head banging the best you both can muster. Joe’s air guitar keeps the stitches of laughter in your stomach going. Yelling the lyrics into your microphones once more, just plainly singing along. Joe grabs the bag of pasta that’s sat on the countertop waiting to be used, instead he proceeds to grab a handful and release it into the air as confetti would fall to the crowd at a concert.

“Oh baby, can’t do this to me baby! Just gotta get out; just gotta get right out of here!” You move closer to one another, relinquishing the area you’d just been using to dance like mad people to join at each others side once more.

Joe takes the whisk out of your hand and doesn’t even look where he puts the objects, just releasing them out of his clutch to grab them once more as the song slows and comes to a close.

Your foreheads pressed together again as you sing the last parts square in each others faces. The vaping water from the pan sets the scene for you both from the overly boiled water.

Any way the wind blows…

Your heart could burst, butterflies were roaming around the entirety of your body. You feel pumped and so god damn happy that you’ve shared this one slight moment with him. The way he can go from romantic to completely silly with you in a matter of seconds was one of the many reasons why you loved Joe so much. His flare for dramatics shone on in a way that was so dear to you and it was clear that you had reached the one goal you’d set in your life; to be loved back just as much.

[saltygilmores]

THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: S3/EP6: TAKE THE DEVILED EGGS (Pt 2) (This One's Gonna Be a Real Rage Inducer) (Lots Of Interesting Development Though) (So many things happening) (Salty Rambles about Jess Mariano's Birthday)

There is something to be said about Luke (on multiple occasions) readily admitting he pays Jess in ketchup packets to toil in the Coffee Mines more or less against his will. I get that it's just a part time job after school...before school..while he's cutting school..always working...never stopping...never reicieving any tips from Lorelai and Rory... Rory needs a job... Rory and Lorelai need to pay for their food... Anyway these comments shed a light on the shaky economies of small businesses in small towns which is interesting to me. Gilmore Girls is really, at it's core, a show about class. One day he could wake up to find his diner has been turned into a Dunkin Donuts (this is Not-Quite-But-Almost-New England after all, where DD is king).

Hahahahaha!! Jess stole money to buy a car and he committs attempted murder! Hahahahaaha! You're SO FUNNY LORELAI GILMORE. Your daughter stole a boat.

Yeah. And maybe back home, he did had to steal to survive sometimes. How about them apples, Lorelai Gilmore. God, do I loathe her.

Don't say that around Lorelai, I think she'd believe you were being serious.

A couple of the moots and I recently decided that in the recent past, Liz managed to land and then lose a halfway decent boyfriend/ father figure to Jess who had a car and taught Jess to drive and do repairs and some other light adulting. I honestly feel like this is the only thing that makes sense.

HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN THIS SCENE!!! Fuck meeee. Look at that li'l curl...

LOOK AT IT!!!! You know what, I'm calling it. I'm putting my foot down. This is the hottest Milo had ever looked in the entirety of seasons 2 and 3. It's that perfectly gelled hair, the jean jacket, the cool tshirt. Very James Dean. Woof. Let's see, what would I choose for second place? I have to go with the party scene in KegMax, another episode with impeccably jelled hair and a jean jacket (and even while he was apparently sick shooting that episode too). He just progresses in hotness the further season 3 marches on.

These four words "I'm still a minor" are a point of contention for me in the ongoing debate about his birth month. My beliefs: Jess is a Virgo. He was born in August or early September. This would make him just older than Rory by just a smidge. Since well over a year has passed in the show since the episode he arrived in Stars Hollow as a 17 year old (when he arrived, it was early September as Rory had just started school in that episode), he had just celebrated his birthday before arriving and so he has to have already turned 18 by this episode. However, I will consider the theory that Luke was clueless or misinformed about his age at the time he arrived (because it's not like LIz is in any way reliable with information) and he was actually 16 going on 17 when he hopped off the bus last year, and maybe he has an October or November birthday making him slightly younger than Rory. It would make sense that both missed the kindergarten cut off dates in 1989 at their respective schools (which is rock solid canon already for Rory, as she was born in October 84 but graduated in 03 instead of 02), putting them in the same grade.

Salty has put a pathetic amount of thought into this. So, how can I accept this statemen? I attribute it to the same brand of biting sarcasm that gave us "I mugged an old lady" moments ago and also because this scene doesn't make a whole lot of sense to begin with. He's still a minor, but he got his own insurance all by himself under his own name, which is not really a thing, but not his own car registration? Committing insurance fraud perhaps? Sketchy insurance company that didn't ask too many questions? He knows a guy who knows a guy who can print up some fake documents? At that point why not go all the way with the white collar crimes and forge Luke's signature on the registration too? See, Lorelai thinks Jess is a thief and murderer when he's really a white collar criminal like Taylor Doose.

My memory was certain that he produced a cigarrette and not a pen in this scene. I had to edit this post to remove a line about him smoking. I guess I confused it with the Then She Appears/ Cmurrh kissing scene, where he's also wearing a jean jacket with a popped collar. Damn. I can't wait for that scene...

Just some light fraud. If the car belonged to someone in Stars Hollow, whoever's registration he stole probably deserved it anyway. This is how I approach all "Crimes" Jess commits in Stars Hollow. There are only a few people who don't deserve it. Your honor, my client is innocent.

Oh no, the couch of doom. No good conversations ever happens between Rory and Lorelai on the couch, especially after one of them comes home at night and finds the other one on the couch. The Gilmores recieve an invitation to Sherry's baby shower. The moots and I have determined that Doula and Gigi will eventually band together to form the most powerful duo of neglected half sisters the world has ever seen. For the record, today Doula would be 17 and Gigi would be 21. Since Jess eventually comes to adopt and raises Doula she has a somewhat decent chance of coming out a well adjusted adult. At the very least, if she was stuck with TJ and Liz, Jess would still be a positive influence on her life, visit her and look out for her and make sure she didn't get sucked into any cults. The odds are a lot more grim for Gigi with Crusty and Sherry as her forever "parents" and let's face it, very likely her relationship with big sister Rory or any of the other Gilmores is non existent.

And things were so peaceful. Especially since Dean hasn't reared his ugly head in the last two episodes, either.

You flip flop with Crusty so much how can anyone possibly keep track of whether you're on the outs with him or banging him at any given time?

And by saying that out loud you're gonna tip the balance of the universe and he's going to show up. I looked ahead and although this is sadly still a Crusty-Focused episode, he doesn't actually make an appearance. Small blessings. To Lorelai's surprise, Rory admits that she's been in contact with Crusty and Lorelai is okay with it but upset that Rory was hiding it from her. God, he's such a parasite.

Emails. How quaint.

Highly debatable.

[wix-0-nightshade]

~The Avatars~ [11]

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“Oh?~ What’s this now hm?” Nikola wonders seeing a little plush cling to them. “It’s a little meeee!! Who left you here?! Having patches and everything! What a wonderful thing you are!” Nikola said picking it up, “My you look like a little devil. Me. Yet you.” Nikola held it between their hands looking at the plush as it looked right back at them.

“Need find out a name for you now do I? It’d be rather confusing with ‘Nikola’ and ‘Nikola’ hm?” They chuckled a bit.

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Jude held their plush looking at it with a bit of glare, thinking for a moment they set it ablaze yet it didn’t seem to do no harm for the plush. “Immune huh….” With an annoyed sigh and setting the fire out the plush continue to be ablaze. It wouldn’t go out anytime soon while small crackling is heard. No fabric or part of it was damaged. It was indeed immune.

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(This one short. But. Y’all get little Breekon & Hope-)

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Breekon stared blankly at his plush that was now apparently in the front seat of the van as well Hope in the passenger seat. Without a word each of them set it up on the front sitting under the windshield. Hope on Breekon side. Breekon on Hope side. When they had to carry it around or move boxes Breekon would carry Hope’s and Hope done the same carrying Breekon’s.

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I had a bit of fun with Nikola(Also realizing grammar mistakes in the last couple posts. Actual posts of mine. I may go back and fix that up- otherwise forget. But when it auto’s correct to Eli’s. It mean I’m talking of Elias :,])

I hope y’all enjoyed this one >:3 I feel like Nikola would just be filled with pure joy seeing the plush. I had a good thought playing the piece in my head- but I lost it and working with this lmao- anyway.

Jude plush is immune to fire. Can the plush spread it itself??? Mmmmm…. Who knows!(Jude also ends up hanging onto Agnes plush. Won’t admit it but Jude does. She feels like she’s stuck watching children.)

[faerishv]

Aahh okayokayy!! My request is a lil odd so bare w meeee-

Please may I request a Tsukasa with Terrible Mental Health/Depressed Tsukasa? Idk if you do angsty stuffs but it’s always Y/n who’s depressed and i’m a sucker for role swaps yk? Ofc if you’re sensitive to MH that’s fine, you dont have to do this! Please don’t stress yourself and have a good day <33

Keep hydrated <33 luv ya 💖💖

ok so i never wrote these kind of stuff but we r here to learn right ? Though i got a super idea for this , but i think it will contain some spoilers here and there

! WARNINGS ! : SPOILERS , angst no fluff , depression , SH !! , changed AU , ALIVE Tsukasa ( past story ) , killing , abuse , bad things , OOC Tsukasa

and i guess , i'll just miss him ...

People were always scared of Tsukasa Yugi , at school , in the streets , even at home his family was terrified , but nobody never said anything. They always looked down at him , got away from him , why couldn't he just disappear !? Everyone was scared of you too , why were you even with a devil like him ... this was a question that passed through everyone's minds , even yours. Somehow you were enchanted by him , nobody knowed him like you did , he told you anything that passed his mind everytime. They always pitied his twin brother Amane , of course you did too , Amane didn't deserved this , but neither did Tsukasa ; he really did loved his dear brother , you swear.

You hated the twins house , when it wasn't quite like a cemetery , there screams of agony , something that nobody wants to hear , something you were used to hear unfortunately.

Tsukasa had again abused his brother , you didn't know if ut was with a knife or with his bare hands , you didn't want to know. Amane bandages were off again , blood-soaked , he had really big dark circles under his eyes , his voice gone ; it was normal for you to take care of him and his brother , to make sure that nothing extreme could happen.

After taking care of him you left him alone in his room and went to Tsukasa , he was in the kitchen , sitying on the ground with hands colored in red , the color of the blood both his and of his brother. Calmly you approached him and sitted on the ground with him , without saying any words , you didn't have to , you can easily read Tsukasa trough his actions mostly. His face had a blank expression on it ; everyone thinks he enjoys hurting his brother but its not like that at all. You took his hands into yours and helped him to get up , getting him to the sink ; you started to wash his hands and arms. Under the blood there were many cuts of different sizes , some seemed new , others were a little bit old " it hurts " Tsukasa complained looking down " i know dear. Did you self harm again Tsukasa ? " you said nicely ... you always asked nicely , but you wanted to cry and scream for him to stop all of this , this wasn't the Tsukasa you fell in love with , you don't know what happened to him , when he had disappeared for 6 month , just to come back randomly like nothing happened , but obviously something had happened " It wasn't me , i told you [ name ] , he .. did this "

You stomped irritaded " who is " he " Tsukasa !? No one gets close to you at school , so its not some bullies , Amane could never do this to you , so why do you persist with " he " , who is " he " !? " oh no , you screamed at him for the first time ; he broke down in tears , smiling , he continued to talk but you couldn't hear anything , you hugged him closely.

That night , after 2 hours of bandaging him up , you were on the porch of their house , ready to go " don't touch the bandages and if something happens call me right away , okay ? " he nodded ; before going on your way you hugged him a last time , he returned it " i love you [ name ] , do you know that ? " he asked " mhm .. ! ". While you were walking , he looked at you like you would be the last beautiful thing he would see ; he was right though , he closed the door and silence fell on the house.

Amane Yugi , Tsukasa Yugi , their mother and father , were found all dead. Tsukasa Yugi was stabbed by his twin , Amane Yugi was found dead at the school , for suicide , their parents were found dead too in their house , people don't know if it was for suicide or other reasons. [ Name ] [ Surname ] was the only person attached to one of the twins , its still unknown if the person in question does know something about the tragic deaths , some sorts of secret , The mystery that surrounds the story of the " Red House ". After 50 years all if this is still unknown by everyone.

I really hope this is good , i had fun writing this !!

[harteatiing]

🖤 A song for our muses’ ship (don't mind me i'm just hella fucked for them)

// MEEEE too okay, a day doesn't go by where im not rabid about them fr and I KNOW we've exchanged some songs already but I have MORE for sure lets see.--

curses - the crane wives.

Every word I say is kindling But the smoke clears when you're around Won't you stay with me, my darling When my walls start burning down, down, down?

Oh, ashes, ashes, dust to dust The devil's after both of us Ooh, lay my curses out to rest Make a mercy out of me

All my aching bones are trembling And I may yet fall apart Won't you stay with me, my darling When the war starts in my heart? When the war starts in my heart

Oh, ashes, ashes, dust to dust Tell me I am good enough Ooh, lay my curses out to rest Make a mercy out of

honestly this goes back to a lot of what we've talked about. about alastor's fear of letting anyone in, about how he feels that he is always too much or not enough and about how he believes initially that husk wouldn't ever choose to stay with him if given the choice. if alastor didn't ensure that he couldn't leave him.

but this is more like something i would place shortly after the point in our timeline when alastor dissolves their contract, this kind of questioning of 'you're seeing me for what i am and you're free to go, are you still going to stay?' ykwim?????

anyway im nothing but brainrot tbh

@highstakcs \\ songs associations // accepting !

[9800sblog]

hi if it's okay can you do seonghwa love reading? it's okay if if you can't don't worry 💗💗

Seonghwa tarot reading

his love life in 2023

do I have his energy permission to do and share this reading? 6 of pentacles

to sum it up, his love life: 🏜🏜 non existent, dry, not moving, nothing, nada

how it was

9 of wands reversed, 4 of cups, 5 of cups, 6 of cups, page of swords reversed, the chariot reversed

i think he had a little crush and he couldn't go for it, he didn't have the opportunity to explore this option and that brought him some disappointment, the person might have chosen someone else. he doesn't seem to be in a point of his career where he can think of romance, since he carries so many emotions, it would be too reckless for him. he might have been very annoyed with happy couples, working on valentine's day was probably not a happy memory for him.

how it is

the magician reversed, wheel of fortune, 5 of swords, 10 of wands reversed

still, he can't get the relationship he wants. I think he wouldn't be able to think of anything else once he gets that, so he's waiting. he knows he can't plan or change destiny, so he's changing his perspectives and trying to be good and comfortable for himself, so that when that moment comes, he's good to go. nothing outside of himself seems to be happening, he is just thinking thoughts.

how it will be

the hierophant, 4 of wands, the tower, the devil reversed, the empress reversed, the emperor reversed

I think a couple is gonna be formed around him and he's just gonna be sad, like he's happy for them but "why can't that be meeee". I do think that this couple is a good influence on him, they're like mom and dad, they will be nice and thoughtful of others' feelings. I think it's gonna make him more excited and hopeful that things are gonna move faster for him too. he'd definitely hide it with fans but with friends, he'd be playfully physically fighting this couple and stuff. I think he likes them. the thing is that the empress and the emperor also indicate to me the fans and the company, both in reversed, meaning they're both taking a lot from him, so he has nothing to give to a possible partner (it's a blessing in disguise).

he'll be fine, this dude is so funny! I was laughing throughout the entire reading, he is such a nerd

[tiodolma]

Here comes Arthur and Morgan le Fay’s deadly sibling drama 🤣

.......................

Morgan: (steals arthur’s excalibur and scabbard and replaces them with fakes. Then she sends the real one to Accolon via dwarf express)

Accolon: (immeidately uses the sword and scabbard to fight with the first knight he saw which was arthur coz they were both fighting for other lords)

Arthur: why the heck am i not OP anymore? Im bleeding???

Nimueh: damn. The king is in danger

Accolon: i am winning muahahahah

Nimueh: no you are not (magicks excalibur out of accolon’s grip)

Arthur: (retrieves the real excalibur and throws the scabbard as far as possibe)

Accolon: (is now hit by arthur)

Arthur: i should kill you damn it. But whats your name?

Accolon: im accolon of gaul from the round table of king arthur

Arthur: (is sad) why the treachery? Who sent you?

Accolon: my lover my lady queen morgan le fay wants me to be king and slay the king arthur

Arthur: nooooooooo i trusted her than anyone else even above my own wife

Accolon: pray sir what is your name

Arthur: im the King Arthur you idiottttt

Accolon: aaaaa have mercy

Arthur: you shall have my mercy

Accolon: (is dead after 4 days coz his wounds were too great)

Arthur: send his body to my sister as a gift

......

Morgan le fay: hahaha arthur is dead time to kill my husband, king uriens. Girl fetch me his sword!

Girl: ok my lady...

Girl: awake prince owain, your mom is gonna kill your dad!!!

Owain: ok go fetch the sword and go back to her

Girl: here is the sword milady

Morgan le fay: hahah ur dead now

Owain: mother no! U demon!!! If u werent my mother i would have taken your head off! Merlin may be the devil’s son by i was borne by an earthly demon myself!

Morgan le fay: son forgive meeee

Owain: alright but promise you wont do that again!

Morgan le fay: i promise!!!

.....

Announcement: accolon is dead!!!!

Morgan le fay: conceal dont feel dont let them know

Morgan le fay: hey sis, i need to go somewhere real quick.

Guinevere: arent you gonna wait for your brother?

Morgana le fay: nah fam. It’s urgent.

Guinevere: well ok.

........

Kinights: my lady, the king is sleeping!

Morgan le fay: lemme see him.

Knights: well okay.

Arthur: (sleeping but holding excalibur like a plushie)

Morgan le fay: goddamnit

Morgan le fay: fine, your scabbard is mine now

.......

Arthur: where is my scabbard?!??

Knights: um your sister, queen morgan le fay took it!!

Arthur: useless idiots you all are!

Arthur: damn you morgan!!!!!

..........

Merlin: pls let me out of this hole. Help 😭😭😭

[shadowycreatormentality]

Black Air and Black Black Lungs

Chapter 1: Curses

"Ashes ashes, dust to dust. The devil's after both of us"

August 21st, 2018, 1 pm:

Five non-sorcerers have reportedly seen a Grade 2 cursed spirit wandering at the Bic Camera store in Namba, Osaka. Two second-year students from the Kyoto branch of Jujutsu High were assigned to investigate the case. 

Yue is muttering to herself about things they'd buy at the store. Meanwhile, Hideyo is quietly paying their respects to the shrine near the entrance.

"Deyo-kun, what are you doing?" Yue asked the navy-haired sorcerer, "Hm? Oh, I'm just paying my respects to those who died in this area."

"Oh, I see," Yue nodded to herself before realising what Hideyo meant, "Wait... what! People died here?!”

Yue's reaction caused Hideyo to snort at Yue's bamboozled face. It’s no secret that the foreigner was never fond of anything gruesome.

"Yeah, this building was previously a shopping centre in the 80s. But then, it caught fire and many died in it. What do you think caused curses to flood this area?" Hideyo calmly told them, even showing the pair an article about the incident. 

"Hideyo... dude, that's messed up. Is that what you've been reading on the way here?" Yue muttered, still taken aback at Hideyo's nonchalance at gruesome topics even after knowing each other for a year.

"Yeah, why? Researching about haunted places is part of the fun." Hideyo shrugs, "Okay, moving on. Let's put that aside and deal with this curse."

Before heading into the building, Hideyo turns to check on Yue. Seeing the discomfort on her face, they pat Yue's back to comfort her, "You know we're sorcerers, Yue? We'll be fine. We can go shopping later if it helps." 

And Yue just sighed, "But I'm still scared. I'm still new to this whole thing, you know." 

Hideyo nodded sympathetically. But it is still the nature of their job, and they can't do anything about it.

As the duo reached the 2nd floor, Hideyo noticed a familiar aura. An aura belonging to the man who nearly laid waste to Tokyo and Kyoto with an army of curses last Christmas, Geto Suguru.

'Wait... no. Isn't he dead? Gojo will not take this well.'

They began looking around, trying to find where that aura came from. Before they knew it, their friends already are four aisles away from them. Considering Yue is a slow walker (to Hideyo's frustration), they zoned out for a while.

"Where did you go to, Deyo-kun? You normally take the lead since you say we walk too slow." Yue asked, worry faintly showing on her face. 

"Oh, I was just checking something on my phone. Forgot to turn off my notifications on some stupid ass app." They effortlessly lied, 'She shouldn't know. It'll just freak Yue out.'

“Well turn it off then, you might attract a cur-” She was cut off with a chill running up her spine. The dark halls of the abandoned mall have all turned red. 

“I follow you all the time and copy your every move, but you can’t touch me or catch me. What am I?”

A woman appeared in front of Yue. Her clothes were tattered, and her hair matted. The most terrifying part of hers however, is her lower half, or rather a lack of a lower half. It was the Grade 2 curse they were looking for, Teke-Teke who was wielding a chipped scythe in it’s hands.

Yue tried to run, but she immediately got pinned down by the curse. She screamed in fear. “HIDEYO, HELP MEEEE!”

The curse roared in her face as it raised its scythe but froze as a black blade pierced through its chest, and it was exorcised.

Then it reveals Hideyo holding a black knife, half-emerged in the shadow of the curse. “The answer by the way is a shadow.” 

Yue pulled her saviour out of the inky black puddle of the shadows and hugged them tightly in gratitude. “THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU”

Hideyo only chuckled in endearment. “Of course Yue, who would do my math homework for me if you’re gone?”

"Come on, dude. Seriously, thank you though. Wanna wanna go for coffee after this? I'll pay." Yue offered.

“Sure, why would I turn down free coffee? Though, I still have to report this to Ijichi-san and the Higher-ups.”

Additional statement: Kurosawa Hideyo (Grade 1) reports they sensed an aura similar to the deceased curse user Geto Suguru and his curses during the mission. The Kurosawa clan proposed to arrange a covert investigation into the matter. Hideyo Kurosawa swore to secrecy about the topic. They are forbidden to mention it to anyone, especially Gojo Satoru.

[cosmicstarlatte]

By impulse I made a side blog but idk. I want to sooo bad ahhh. It would help me get out these feelings. I miss the pain.

I love your aesthetic. Love the works. Your personality seems funny asf 😭😭 maybe your energy will encourage meeee I miss it. I used to murder the Spider-Man fandom on the daily.

-Angsty Anon

(pretend to add lil devil horns on this cute little thing^)

yes, yesss!! give in!!! 😆 Tbh you can always write stuff for yourself & not tag/share it until you want to! thats what i did with a few writings on my first sideblog & any I liked I shared here on this main xD Get some of that angst out! 😤 ♡

Ahhh thank you so much I always get so gushy when anyone compliments my aesthetic or just...anything at all 😭💕 it's fr wild to me like 👉👈 I really do love making people laugh & I'm happy whenever I see sweet/funny tags! sometimes you need some fluff/crack in a sea of smut & I'm here to provide! 😆

Ohhh Spider-Man fandom!? 👀 We talking about comics, movies, the new ITSV franchise? Mixed? 👀 I've only read a few fics from ATSV bc...Miguel. That man is fine & im weak to his type theres no way i wasnt falling for that man🏳️‍ LMAO

ahh if you do go back to posting, I'm sure you'll slaughter™️ !! I just KNOW there's gonna be so much excitement if you return!!! ♡

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

mac i do not know many bugs BUT!!!!! u would be a blue ghost firefly or a poodle moth or a devils flower mantis 2 me ^_^ <333

THANK YOU SO MUCH U MEAN THE WORLD TO MEEEE

I had 2 look up the mantis bc i have never seen that before and. oh fuck thats a cool lookin guy. holy shit

[jiabeewrites]

Pretty sure the Devil isn't a Devil

Or, The Devil Doesn't Bargain, Pt 3

Pairing: Namor x OC

TW: ummmmm dc x marvel, she/her pronouns, threats being made, possible sexual innuendos, canon typical violence, canon-divergent shit, loss of marvel universe… swearing? IF THERE’S MORE TELL MEEEE

A/N: gif belongs to @unicornspwnall

Italics are Yucatec Mayan

Bold is Mando'a (translations at the bottom)

Blue is Atlantean

Normal is English

Italics and Bold is for emphasis

(I’m sorry if anything is incorrect! also dividers are made by the lovely @firefly-graphics)

MASTERLIST

Namor led her to an underwater cavern, and looking closer, she could see a strong current leading from one...was that hole? to the next.

"What exactly am I supposed to be seeing here?" Ara asked.

"Go in." Was Namor's helpful reply.

"G-go in? To the current?"

"Yes."

"Aha, no. I'd probably die hitting my head onto that rock over there."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Do you seriously think that we'd use it if it wasn't safe?"

She pondered that for a moment. He had a point.

She sighed.

"Fine."

"Excellent! Now just let the current suck you away."

She winced in anticipation and slowly swam towards the current.

"Oh, this isn't so baAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Namor chuckled.

"NAMOR YOU BASTAR- whoa."

She stared at the city in awe.

"Welcome to Talokan."

A bright ball of light shone in the middle of the huge underwater city. Down below the "hills" where the duo was, people were gardening, playing a game with balls, and doing all sorts of activities.

"This..." She turned to look at him. "I can see why you fight so hard to keep this place safe."

"So I take it that you like it?"

"Like it? It's amazing, Namor!"

She grinned ear to ear, and her eyes were wide with fascination.

"Come," he said, beckoning with his hand, "There is so much to show you."

They swam down towards the people. A couple of children giggled and swam around Ara.

"Je'elo'oba' hola, mejen," she said. (A/N: I know that Yucatan Mayan probably does not have hola in their language, but that's what the translator said and I can't find an alternative ;-; Sorry!)

Well hello there, little ones.

"Máaxech?" One of the children asked.

Who are you?

"Eternidad, ba'ale' je'el u páajtal a t'anik in Ara," she replied.

Eternity, but you may call me Ara.

"Ta eternidad wáaj. Lelo' jump'éel k'aaba' jela'an!" Another child said.

Eternity? That's a weird name!

"Bejla'e', mejen paalalo'ob, ken amables. Ara jach jump'éel invitado. Leti' ku quedará yéetel to'on tumen jump'éel k'iin," Namor said, sternly but playfully.

Now, children, be nice. Ara is a guest. She will be staying with us for a while.  

"Ma'alob, k'uj. uk' ulkan!" The children exclaimed in unison, and made a shape not unlike a clam shell with their hands.

Okay, K'uk'ulkan!

"Come," he said, turning to the deity, "There is still much more to show you."

*timeskip brought to you by my lazy ass who doesn't wanna write slow burn*

A year later...

The Mayan god and the cosmic entity sat together at the edge of the water, in the cavern.

"May I ask you something?" He asked.

"Of course."

"Why did you sacrifice yourself for those children?"

She stayed silent, drawing figures in the water with her finger. After a while, she spoke.

"When I first met them, they were much younger. Robin was nine at the time, he was the first one I'd met. The next was Aqualad, the one who went missing. Then it was Miss Martian, Kid Flash, Superboy, Artemis, and finally Zatanna. Over the years, I came to care for them as if they were my own. I love them." At this point in her story, she looked over at him. "They are the people I was talking about. They are my people. I would do anything for them."

"I understand."

"I know you do. I've seen the way you interact with your people. You care for them, Namor."

He looked at her, and smiled lightly.

"I have something to tell you."

He began to explain how his people were getting sick, and dying from the colonizer's disease. He told her how they had found a vibranium-enriched plant, and how his people had been saved from the disease. He recounted how they had built a city underwater, and how he had taken his name from the colonizer priest.

"He called me 'El Niño Sin Amor', or the Child Without Love. I took my name from that, and became Namor to my enemies," he finished.

"Namor..." She smiled at him. "You are not without love. I have seen the way that your people view you. They care about, love and respect you. You have earned that." She paused, then took his hand and squeezed it. "You have earned mine, too."

He looked up at those words.

"Ba'ax u k'áat ya'al yéetel lelo'?"

What do you mean by that?

"In wa'alike' tech a wóojel le núukik le k'áat chi'o'."

I think you know the answer to that question.

And slowly, he brought both hands up to her face, holding her head in his palms. She put a hand on his wrist.

And then they fucking kissed.

He leaned his forehead on hers. Her lips curved upward at the action.

"Namor-"

"Call me K'uk'ulkan." She raised an eyebrow. "We are not enemies anymore, in yakunaj."

My love.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."

I love you.

He pressed his lips to her forehead.

"Teen xan in yabilmech."

I love you, too.

A/N: BEFORE YALL COME ATTACKING ME BECAUSE YOU EXPECTED A KISS SCENE, PLEASE READ:

I literally cannot write a kiss scene to save my life. I SUCK at romance, I'm sorry, but I think I made it pretty fluffy at the end :)

Please forgive ;-;

YES THERE IS ANOTHER PART PLEASE BE PATIENT

IT'S ALMOST FINALS WEEK AND I'M SUPER STRESSED SO I'M PROCRASTINATING BUT I SHOULD REALLY GO BACK TO STUDYING SO BYE

(part 4 is here)