#dev's drabbles

[penvisions]

he doesn't want to stop.

his hips move against yours with a force that shoves you up the bed with each deep thrust. the hitch of your breath and the clench of you tight around him spurring him on as he grips the back of your knees like a lifeline. the bounce of your free chest, tight nipples catch the morning light streaming in through the blinds and it makes bright spots edge around his stark, vibrant sight.

every whimper, every keen, every guttural sound that he punches from your chest with the drive of his thick cock into your wet heat is a symphony collascing wiht the slaps of his bare skin against yours, the deep huffs of his breath, the slick sound of where you two connect as he grinds into you- pausing only to lower one hand after hooking a knee over his shoulder to the back of your head.

thick fingers tangle into your loose hair, protecting you from the headboard he's got you crowded up against. your own hands scrabble at his sides, nails nipping into the skin of his ribs as you try and hold on to something as he pistons himself at a devastating pace.

'jo-oel!" you choke, voice raspy and slurred as you look up at him through wide eyes, mouth wide open as you feel him pulse.

'tha's right, baby, say my name just- like- that!' each word is spit out with a thrust, heat coiling tight in your middle, flaring out to the very tips of your fingers and making your head spin, your body flutter, your skin sparkle.

you do it again, crying out as the coil snaps. white blinds your view of him as your head flies back and your back arches. he's growling as you tighten around him impossibly so, pulling his own overwhelming release he had been staving off to bring you to yours.

hot spurts coat your insides, spilling out around him where he's pushed as deep as he can get, coating the curls at his base.

'just like that, you did such a good job f'me, baby.' he coos in that delicious voice of his, not bothering to move from where he presses into you. you can only babble in response, not sure of anything but the tangle of skin and limbs that make the two of you up. unsure where he ends and you begin. when he pulls out, you feel the thick, hot stream of him leaking out and keen at the loss.

but he knows. he knows he can't stop now, not when you make the prettiest sounds. he grips the backs of your thighs and spreads them, stretching you open and his dark eyes drink in the sight of you fluttering around nothing, his bottom lip between his teeth as he takes in the sight.

and then he dives in, pulling a shout from your heaving chest as his tongue gathers it all up and licks it back inside.

masterlist

[vampothetically]

Dev's Drabbles#1 "Forget my Feelings/My Heart is Silent?.."

“If only my heart could speak,

Without connotation I anticipate consequence, In absolution, au courant. The raining of rose glass lens shattered at my feet; liberation of perception, yet, My mind though elucidated, still fears the heart and its tremulous rhythm,

Selfish pulsations in need. Garrulous without tongue, Stuttering pleas, infernal; to echo through my chest, The bluff, wavered by a hair's breadth in my feelings’ attempt to flee.”

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I like to write free form poetic drool sometimes. Who'd of thunk?

[terminallydiseased]

content warning — nsfw (lewd), vincent x reader, clothed sex, overstimulation, begging, slight praising, boss/employee relationship, handjob, anal.

author's note — fuuuck.... sex penis?

summary — your boss wanted you in his office, excusing yourself from your job for a bit.

your head was spinning, the pleasure hazing your mind and jumble of noises and incoherent words escape your lips. vincent rolls his hips inside your hole, letting out small grunts and groans as he silences you with force, covering your mouth with his hand, the other hand gripped firmly on your hip.

you were bent over on his desk, taking his cock like a good boy you are to him, but you were greedy, wanting more, begging for more, yet all you could let out are noises and cries, vincent knows what you want, but he likes teasing you, tormenting you. fucking you so hard that you're so close to cumming but just can't.

"apologies, dear, you're gonna have to use your words." he mutters against your neck, he could see you clawing the desk, trying to stabilize yourself, and it was just too much for you. he thumbs the slit of your tip, earning a whimper from you, you tried your best to form your words but his roughness with you didn't help at all, in fact, made it worse.

"poor thing, i can't understand you with all that pathetic babbling." he chuckles, his voice gruff and raspy. letting go of your mouth as he tells you not to be loud. "s-sir, ah-! please, please... need it so bad..." you plead, pressing yourself against his hips desperately as he emits a low groan.

you both were a mess, you might need to change clothes soon because there's a chance you'd spurt your fluids on your trousers, which was already down to your ankles with your belt and boxers. vincent here has his hair messed up, disheveled even, he has his pants up, it's just his zipper undone to fill you with his dick.

"please...?" you beg once more, feeling his finger tracing the vein on your cock, your body shuddering at the feeling. "i'll consider." he responds, hearing you whine from his answer.

he pulls himself out from you, the tip only kissing and teasing your hole as he harshly thrusts back in, angling himself at your prostate, his hand finally jerking your weeping shaft off. you could feel your eyes rolling at the back of your head because of it, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes, drool leaking out of your lips while you let out more noises.

he pushes your head flat onto his desk, fucking you harder. "i told you to not make a sound, did i not?" he reprimands, making you bite down on your lower lip with a muffled cry. "good boy."

the way he flatters you makes you shiver, you could feel yourself nearing your release even more, trying your best to hold back any noises. "i'm- ngghh-! i'm close, sir..!" your legs tremble, wanting to relax as vincent increases his pace, signaling he was also close.

as his pace fastens, you swore you were seeing stars, your body was gonna pass out from such ecstacy you were feeling, you gripped on the edge of the desk, your throat wanting to let out a loud moan as vincent covers your mouth again, letting you moan onto his hand.

you both finally came, vincent pushing himself inside you and painting your walls white, while your dick shoots out cum all over the floor, both you and your boss gasping and heaving for a moment.

it was only for a moment until he finally pulls out, zipping his pants and letting out a contented sigh.

"clean up and go back to your job, i'll be expecting you to come back here later."

divider, banner.

[deveondog]

Gift rampage

Ft: Lilia, Silver, and Malleus.

Lilia had just wanted to go out for a couple days trip. But that led him to buying multiple things for his boys.

cw?: None! just a short fluffy drabble if Lilia being a loving parent and getting gifts :)) very short might i add! this was rushed :c

Request?: Yep! from my instagram mutual!! <3

Lilia had just waved his boys, after telling them spontaneously that he was going out on a trip to the Scalding Sands. Malleus was reluctant to stay with the human.. While a young Silver just started blankly at his father leaving him. He felt like tearing up but he was too tired to.

He left early in the morning, hoping to avoid the scalding heat of the sands. He started walking and walking to the nearest plane travel station. Once there he loaded his one bag and himself on and left on his way. During this trip in the plane he saw the Queendom of Roses, such a beautiful place truly. He needs to visit again soon! Sages island, ahh.. He wonders where his acceptance letter is.. Then he saw Sunset Savanna. The heat wasn't easy there, but it was going to be worst where he was going.

His plane landed in the outskirts of the Scalding Sands. Great! It just means he can walk and enjoy the scenery more!! He loves to just walk and look around, occasionally people watching.. or even listening. But he didn't have long before he needed to be home, so he set on his way to a specific special store he liked to visit.. hoping it is still there of course. It had been around one hundred years since his last visit.

As he looked and walked, he spotted a vendor with multiple silk robes for sale. He saw one that immediately reminded him of Malleus. It was long and black, with beautiful golden accents one it. All along the arms and going down the back. There even was a matching head dress! Black with golden around the edges, attached to the robe. He bought it, thinking he was going to have to cut holes in the beautiful silk for the similarly beautiful horns of a prince. After buying that, he spotted another vendor selling silk pillows. Advertising that "They bring the best of dreams!" and that they "Keep cold all night", he then thought of his small son. With a pillow older than he was. Starting to stain with multiple drool and food stains, he decided it would be best to buy a new one for him, and might as well get one for Malleus as-well correct? He got them matching pillow that day.

Once he returned to his small cottage in Brair valley he had multiple new bags stuffed to the brim with trinkets and new things for himself and the boys. How he got all of this? Where did he get all the money to buy it? Dont worry about it boys! Just enjoy your new gifts! :))

A/N: Hi welcome! sorry its so short and rushed! i just went through the retirement of my timley scarabia account and just wanted to finished this fast :c i also dont care for Daisomnia much so the characters may be ooc when i write them unfortunately!! so be warned for the future loll

Thanks for reading! <3

[shmothman]

Internet Safety

(Casper x reader, 500 words, post-ending 3, T for language)

“Casper. I need you to listen to me very carefully right now.”

You turn your phone around to face him, and he looks at you confused before reading aloud: “‘Immediate action required for your bank account.’” His brows knit as he looks up at you. “That sounds serious, are you in some kind of trouble?”

“No, no. Look at who it’s sent from.”

He reads the (incredibly phony-sounding) email address back to you, and then looks at you again, still confused.

You point at it. “This is what a scam text looks like.”

Casper narrows his eyes. He looks back at the text, then looks back at you. “But… it says your immediate action is required. Isn’t your bank account very important?”

You sigh. “It’s a lie, babe. They want me to click that link and put in my bank password. They’ll take that password to hack into my actual bank account, and then they’ll steal all my money.”

He still seems unconvinced. “But… what if you’re wrong?”

“You really are a scammer’s wet dream, you know that?”

He bristles slightly. “I do not want to risk not taking immediate action on my bank account.���

That gives you pause. “Wait, do they have banks in the underworld?”

“Yes? How do you think we deal with money?”

“Even in the underworld you have to deal with capitalism?” Honestly, you thought that his society was better than yours at that kind of thing. Though, maybe the whole ‘he was created for one purpose and that purpose is his job’ thing should’ve tipped you off. The billionaires of the mortal realm would love that shit. “Fuck, next you’re gonna tell me there’s capitalism in the afterlife, too.”

He shrugs. “I do not know. It is possible.”

“Please don’t say that to me. Anyway. If you’re gonna live in the mortal world for now, you’re gonna need to be able to tell what a scam looks like.”

“As far as I can tell, I cannot have a bank account here without an ID. Which, as I am not a citizen of this world, I do not have.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know I’m your sugar daddy from here on out. But there’s still plenty of stuff I want to help you not fall for. Like the fucking virus you gave my computer last week.”

He frowns. “It said I had won a prize.”

“Also, what if we have to forge some documents for you and get you an ID and bank account?”

There’s a hint of a smile on his face. “Are you looking to break as many of your world’s rules as I have mine? It will be much harder for us if we both have to go on the run.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and heave an exaggerated sigh. “Point taken. Just. Please. If you get any texts, emails, or popups like this… come to me before you click anything, okay? The geek squad guys think I’m an idiot.”

“It is not—“

“So I told them that my idiot boyfriend is the one who clicked the link.”

He pouts, and it’s very, very cute. “Very well.”

[winniefrezcomics]

can you infodump about the au pairs in your fairly normal parents au because I’m love them :>

Sure thing! Guessing u meant devs weird robo dads specifically, apologies if not lmao-

(I had…. WAY more to say about these dudes and thier role in the AU than I thought I would… 😳)

The two au-pairs (or au-fairs lol) assigned to raise and protect Dev from birth are named #C0C0C0 and #FDD700 (spoken out loud like serial numbers) or, as baby Dev nicknamed them for ease of pronunciation- “Silver” and “Gold”!

(He even started to change thier appearances to make them easier to identify and tell apart, but Dale would restore the two to their “default” color scheme whenever he noticed- a silent stand-off he and Dev had for years)

Though their robotic and monotone nature has always made it difficult for them to reciprocate affection, Dev gets to know them well enough that he can pick up subtle changes in thier voices and expressions (even through the big-aaa visors lol) as well as subtle diffences in thier personalities that are invisible to most people (silver is slightly stricter, while gold is more lenient, and emotes more frequently than his partner)

At first, these two pixie-esque little robo-servants are completely blindsided by thier new directive- NO ONE in fairy world knows how to take care of a baby, and all the data available on it is thousands of years old- but they are nothing if not loyal, so they do as Dale asks and keep the baby fed, clean, and most importantly, quiet.

(They do great with the first two, but fairy babies gonna fairy baby, so Dev is still prone to hyper-destructive magical outbursts)

(Due to Devs ability to glimpse into the future, even as an infant, the moment Dev first saw his new caretakers, he was granted a vision of the two Pixies caring for him and playing with him, so Baby Dev was quick to show them affection, much to Silver and Golds surprise and confusion. )

ENTIRE ass backstory and more doodles under the cut lmfao 😂

The first few months of raising Dev were ROUGH, and mostly just involved these two poor incompetent pixies getting thrown around by whatever magical outburst the newborn had for them that day. When first assigned, the two of them gave serious consideration to taking shifts, but Dev quickly made it clear both of them were necessary- and when Dale finally DID get fed up with the CONSTANT interruptions to his work and threaten to replace Sliver and Gold with different Au Pairs, the two pixies BEGGED for another chance, though neither of them was sure why they did so, since they had been given- objectively -the most difficult assignment of any au pairs in history.

As dev got older, he became increasingly attached to his au pairs, and as much as they tried to stay professional, Silver and Gold couldn’t help but grow incredibly attached to their little curly-haired not-son as well. The older dev got, the more honed his magic became, and the more offended he started to get by his fathers constant absence- meaning it became much more difficult for the AU pairs to keep him away from Dale (thier main purpose by this time)

Starting magic/ clairvoyance lessons helped keep dev occupied, and the AU pairs did their best to entertain him, but kid Dev became increasingly demanding of his fathers time and attention, two things Dale gave him as little of as possible.

The first time Dev disappears without a trace, Silver and Gold are MORTIFIED- they rally every other AU pair they can to help find him (I think they’re a pseudo-hivemind? Like can transfer data and frequently speak in unison but it’s more akin to a Bluetooth link than an actual single shared consciousness lmao)

Ooooonly to find out it was just the other fairy kids “abducting” him to hang out and get popsicles.

Embarrassed that they had made such a fuss and gotten the well-meaning fairy kids in trouble, the next times silver and Gold sense the children attempting to “kidnap” their friend, they develop a tendency to politely look the other way- tho of course they trail Dev in secret bc they’re still worried- eventually Hazel insists that devs “robo dads” should come hang out with them too, and neither AU pair had ever experienced “bitter-sweetness” until being called that sobs

Even into his early adulthood, silver and gold remained loyal to Dev, though he did request they do more “checking in” than “constant hovering”, as they did when he was a child. By this time, however, silver and gold’s personalities and mannerisms were NOTICEABLY unique when compared to the other AU pairs, sort of messing up the whole “perfect unison” thing the rest of thier species prides themselves on, and ostracizing them both, however mildly.

Sooo After Dev had his huge falling out with his dad and left in a huff after magically (only SORT OF accidentally) trashing his fathers office, silver and gold INSIST on being the only Au-pairs sent to retrieve him, despite Dale initially wanting to send every single one out to search and bring divination home.

When they find him, Dev has already moved into the guest bed at the wells house, and is talking to Hazel about going with her to godprenting school (something dev is not actually INTERESTED in bc he’s terrible with kids, but he HAS to get away from his dad, and Hazel had been begging him to quit his shitty fortune telling job and come with her for YEARS)

Instead of taking Dev back to his Dad as they’d been instructed, the three of them have the most difficult, honest conversation they’ve ever shared, Dev’s REAL dads finally accepted that thier little boy was all grown up, and needed to be set free.

(Hazel is how I looked drawing this tbfh)

CURRENTLY, Silver and Gold are Happily retired! Figuring they would be fired for “failing” to find and return Dev anyway, they both mutually decide to resign from servitude to the Dimmadome corporation. As the first two au pairs to EVER do so, Dale wasn’t really sure what to do w them, but with hundreds of other au pairs still serving him, he saw no reason to refuse, simply opting to strip them of thier mechanical upgrades so they weren’t at risk to “sell off the company’s tech secrets” or whatever-

Thier new forms took some serious getting used to, but modern gold and silver more or less look like regular fairies, save for their big silly cube heads and still-robotic voices lol. After the two of them learned how to love a child, the next logical step was learning to love each other. Currently, this universes equivalent of au pair 1 and 2 spend their days happily married (for tax purposes) balancing check books, doing paperwork for fun, checking in on thier son the agreed upon number of times per month, and gambling with thier retirement money (tho they frequently have to switch casinos once the staff notice the two of them are little square computers that can easily count cards lmao)

In the fairyworld equivalent of Florida, At sunset, it’s not uncommon to hear identical, robotic laughter echoing along the beach 🩶💛

To anyone who made it down here, Ty for reading! Hope u enjoyed my feral babbling 🥰

Sidenote: I can’t Beilive THESE THINGS made me fuckin well up at WORK lmaooooo, we really in the autism Hyperfocus trenches now, huh 😂😂

[royalsunshinehotel]

Love and appreciate your Dev content!! Would you consider writing more monkey man kid x reader - maybe something where he praises and talks the reader through it, starting gentle and then figuring out he can be rougher because reader likes it that way. He would start out wincing through the pain caused by his fighting, but eventually forget about that. Praise/dominance part inspired by him saying "good girl, do you like that?" to the dog in the film 🥵

Good (Kid x Reader, drabble, 18+)

He thinks you're adorable. It's a part of why he keeps coming back to see you. You'd do the same, if you knew anything about him.

But for now, you don't need to know. He's come to you after a rough night at the Temple, and what started as you putting his pieces back together, has once again ended with you, flat on your back.

You'd always gotten the sense that he was being careful with you, whenever he worked you open for him, feeling his mouth on the most sensitive parts of you. It always felt as if he was holding back.

A small knot of guilt twisted in your belly, you know.

You know he's in pain, and he's fucking you anyway. He should be convalescing on your couch, not ....whatever this is.

He hits a new angle and you gasp into his mouth, foreheads pressed together. He doesn't have to hold back...

"Harder," You all but whimper into his mouth, "I want it harder."

The words make him pause, large brown eyes staring into your own. Whoever he was, he saw right through you, even now.

His shoulder stopped hurting a long time ago, and he'd even go as far to say he was enjoying himself, enjoying you.

"Harder?" He confirms, "Like that?" He catches your moan with his mouth, after snapping his hips down into you. It was experimental, if you said "never mind", he'd forget it.

You think it's pathetic, how your eyes practically roll back. The effect he has on you is embarrassing.

He on the other hand, thinks you're lovely. You have to be an angel, floating into his life, trying to heal him, trusting him even though you have no reason to. It occurs to him that there will be a day he'd have to give you up.

Not yet, he thinks.

"Yes..." You trail off, "more please!" He chuckles lightly at how polite you were, even now. And he continues with a harsher pace, a tighter grip.

Your hand finds his, and moves it to your throat. His eyes go round at that, as he takes a comfortable grip. Alright...

Your wail comes out stifled against his mouth, as he tries to soothe you against the harsh pleasure of him, "Good...good girl, there we are..."

He bats his wet eyes at you, and suddenly your breath escapes you. You clamp down around him, clawing at your lover, "Always so good to me, that's it."

You're beautiful, and worn out. You smile sleepily into his mouth, fluttering, as you let him chase relief for himself.

[xtreme-cringe-warning]

Okay so, last night I had a goofy ass dream where someone made a fop au comic where Peri/Poof ranaway in his teens and go live as a human (I forgor the reason why💀) Fast forward years later he somehow became an idol and also Dev’s godfather

This looks really bad in text but in the dream it was so beautiful and amazing that after waking up I literally tried to go back to sleep to continue the dream lmfao

(I’ll probably draw a scene from it in the future if I have time lol but I’m currently really busy w/ school work)

[yan-randomfandom]

Hello! We're back! Can you perhaps give us yan! Dev headcanons? Like he sees us as a new, better parent than his dad, and he decides to stop trying with his dad and ends up putting all of his efforts into us instead.

I love our adopted son lol

💘ficto anon

P!Yandere!Dev Dimmadome & GN!Reader

[PLATONIC] oh no... i love this req... dev,,, our poor bb 😔 half bullet & half drabble!!

"We can't just leave him here," a foreign voice murmured, careful to try and not wake the kid. Unbeknownst to them, Dev could vaguely hear two voices under his floaty sleep.

"Eh, he should be fine," another familiar voice shrugged. His son's heart would have shattered hearing that if he were fully awake. "Now, follow me to the office—what are you doing?"

Warmth. Warmth has enveloped Dev's entire body. Your arms gently carried him, a hand cradling his head.

Dev couldn't avoid the sigh of relief leaving his lips. He unconsciously snuggled closer to you.

"...Where's his bedroom? That's where he should be sleeping." You can't believe Dale was about to leave his son on the couch. Not even sparing a blanket or a pillow. It's freezing in their living room.

A scoff left the man before he turned around. "Follow me then."

You pursed your lips as you trailed after him. Are you being too intrusive? Seeing Dev like that just reminded you of your childhood, when you'd wake up in your bedroom after sleeping somewhere random. Your hold on Dev subtly becomes more protective, which is nothing short of a welcome change for him.

When you carefully put him on the bed, his hand quickly shot up and grasped your sleeve. You and Dale exchanged looks before he personally separated Dev's hand from you.

🕶️

The day after that, you visited their house again for important business, but Dev doesn't recognize who you are.

In fact, he despised you. He thought he was about to get bonding time with his dad again, but then you rang the doorbell and took him away.

Though... Dev was surprised to see you smile when you saw him. "Hello, Dev! We haven't officially met, but I'm your dad's business partner!"

You offered your hand. His dad is behind you. He took your hand for a shake, only for his sunglasses to drop halfway when his skin touched yours.

It definitely took you some time to gain his favor. And when you finally do, well... He's the sweetest boy you could have ever met.

That's right. Sweet. He'd offer you food and make sure you're comfortable in your stay at their home.

He just soaks in every second of your company whenever either you or him and his father would visit. Sometimes, he swears that he doesn't even need his father's attention anymore. It felt new... it felt like freedom, strangely.

Dev is a sassy one. Witty banter is something you'll always expect. Calling each other the wrong name is a thing now, apparently.

His father often sees the two of you bonding. He doesn't mind it, he doesn't exactly do anything.

Surprisingly, physical touch is one of his main love languages. He likes holding hands a lot and really likes it when you carry him.

The AU Pairs are barely used whenever you're around. They're mainly there for convenience, which is strange because Dev used to utilize them for everything.

But then, Dev finds you talking to someone else. He's clearly standing right in front of you. Why aren't you greeting him? Haven't you seen him yet?

You eventually turn, smiling when you see him. He wholeheartedly smiles back. "Dev! Hi! Make yourself comfortable, okay? I just gotta take care of things first."

... He isn't a priority?

If Peri's still here (rip), then he's obviously going to use his wishes as an advantage. Although he didn't even need to wish for your affection! No rules are limiting him! How lucky is he?!

Whatever he wishes for will likely backfire on him or you, and whether he chooses to learn a lesson from that or not is up to him. Peri will always try to support his godchild.

But... If there's no Peri... Dev starts to be more and more demanding. He's absolutely needy and won't stand if you reject his request.

At some point, he'd give you the silent treatment, his shades back up and everything, and you'll have to be one begging for forgiveness.

He certainly doesn't like the fights any more than you do, but he just... he needs you.

And he'd do anything for your attention.

"Let's try and make lemonade later, okay? I'll teach you how," you grinned, carefully patting his gel-filled head. "I promise."

"You better not forget," he quipped, excitement brimming through his very core. He has always wanted to do that with his dad, but now you're here! All the lacking years of quality time can be filled by you!

then you guys will pull pranks on his dad

[animelovegirl16]

Dibble Dabble, it's time for a drabble!

@proj-edens-garden

SPOILERS FOR P:EG!!!

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Ulysses being mastermind is something I want to see. Please let our sleepy history baby survive for the entire game. And not just because "History repeats itself." Is the first thing you see in the game. Just from Chapter 1 alone, it looks like it could be a recurring trend. Wolfgang tried to lead the whole "We will stop the Killing Game completely!" and look what happened to him. As soon as the chapter was over (albeit it may have been a bit corny to some), Diana immediately pulls the same narrative (pun very much intended, given the circumstances), but from the looks of that, history is already repeating itself. It would explain why Diana being so optimistic is what pisses Damon off in the end, like "did you not learn your lesson yet?" If that keeps up in future chapters, seeing Ulysses, the only one of the group who's a complete history nerd, being slowly be affected by this would be a good way to set him up to be a mastermind who's on an insane extremist quest to "stop history from repeating itself."

[newtpilled]

YanSim {AU} Drabbles.

Oughhh. My version of the characters + references to roleplay. I love you marry me Ayano

Tw : Basic Yandere stuff , gorey thinking. Mentions of SH . Implied smoking + past trauma.

Ayano Aishi {Spiraling}

Bad. Was that the word ayano wanted to use? She didn't know. It felt bad but it felt worse than bad. It wasn't the normal feelings either, those were bad. This was horrible; it plagued her mind as she sat on her bench. She picked at her food lazily, she wasn't hungry. She lost her appetite. Is this what her mother was trying to tell her about? Warning her or was she preparing her? She didn't know, she hasn't felt like this before . Jealousy. Thats what she was looking for maybe. The feelings were almost immediate, the hatred that buried into her skin and infected her thoughts

He could never love a girl who thought like this, who was like her. She wouldn't just let him be away from her though, no. She felt like she had to do something. something to satisfy the itch that's burning into her skull, her hands, and her very being. It felt like she was being burned alive, and she needed to put it out as fast as she could. She set her box down, deciding that heading to the bathroom would probably be better. Ayano's legs shook when she stood, her head felt foggy. She swore she was seeing things. She had never acted violent to other people before, normally she took it out on herself. Even now as she sat in the stall scratching at her hand she didn't feel any better.

The pain was doing nothing for her, she said wanted to see him in pain. Begging for forgiveness as she broke his skull. She shook her head, her breath coming out in a ragged gasp. She hasn't had an attack since she was back in the hospital. It was all too new and different. Too much to handle. She should hurt him. Kill him. Make him feel how she feels for wanting to get close to her Zaishi. He belonged to ayano, maybe he didnt know that yet. He would soon enough though, she knew that…she would at least keep him safe from those freaks who would try to put their disgusting hands on him . Maybe it would be fine. Nobody would miss him. Nobody knows him. Nobody *cares* about Micheal. She felt a sense of calm wash over her.

“When you find him, you'll know. You'll do anything for him. I'll help you!” Ayano thought back to her mother's words. All of those lessons were for this weren't they? Her mother knew what to do didn't she? She did this too. Didn't she? She put her hands on her lap, pulling out her phone to text her mother. ‘I think I get it now.’ is what she wrote before she put it away and stood up. Sometimes you just have to do things for the people you love, she hummed as she walked to the sink. She ran some water into her hands and ran a hand down her face.

It felt…good. It shouldn't feel good, she just killed someone. The blood is still on her hands no matter how much she's trying to wash it off in the locker room shower. The body is still there, she couldn't bring herself to touch it anymore. Not after how much she stabbed it. She didn't remember how it happened, walking behind him one second and the next she was throwing her shoes and clothes into the incinerator. She remembers how it felt like it's what she was made for, how his red mixed with how she was feeling. She could feel his anguish like he had caused her. That itching in her brain was too good to not scratch as she tore him apart. The red coated the floor, her , and her entire being. It was a token of love, and Yaku would one day appreciate it.

She was glad she had a change of clothes with her, a spare uniform in her gym locker. She wasn't stupid enough to kill someone and not get away with it, she was an Aishi. It was in their blood to do it. Of course she would have to be careful, if anyone remembered her mother's accusations people could spread rumors. Yaku could hear them. Yaku could hate her. Yaku could find out what she did and hate her forever.

Ayano couldn't tell when she started crying, when the tears started down her face. The hot stream that dropped into her burning skin. She didn't want Yaku to leave her, to hate her. She couldn't deny it though, that it felt good when she dug into him. She laughed genuinely for the first time in years, it tore from her throat like it was supposed to happen. Maybe protecting Yaku always felt this good? She shouldn't do it again though, one is enough right? Her eyes darted around before back at her hands. They were clean. Her eyes seemed to refocus as she took a breath, the itching in her veins were gone. It felt…peaceful now. There wasn't anything burning in her brain now…other than Yaku of course. That made her smile, and the smile turning into a small fit of giggles

That's right, she did this for him to be safe. He would be safe because of her. She carefully got out of the water and wrapped a towel around her before heading to her locker. She pulled on the new uniform and decided to check her phone. She grimaced as she noticed what kyuji has said, a slight panic overcoming her as she realized police were here. It died down once she remembered they wouldn't be able to trace it back to her, she destroyed everything she needed to.

“Ah…” Ayano pouted as she saw the blood on her glasses still. She quickly ran them underwater to clean them . Maybe she would stick around, maybe Yaku would want to go home with her group…maybe she could talk to him outloud. She bit her lip at the thought, knowing she was incredibly nervous to do that… She frowned at herself, so she could kill someone but not talk to her crush?Ayano slipped her glasses , sighing as she slipped her phone into her bag and started to the library. How normal could she act now?

Kiba Kawaito {Tension}

8 measures...then you start at A.

Kiba absentmindedly jotted down the notes as she listened to her music in her ear buds. She sat in the light music room alone, her small laptop keeping her company as she wrote.**Barely anybody came today, she couldn't blame them. Staying home though....it would have made her worry more than she has to about this stuff, and missing school wasn't good right?

Kiba let her fingers glide across the keys of her instrument. Her fingers ready with muscle memory, itching to press down on a key. Her middle finger hovered above where she was supposed to start, a slight tremble in her digit before she let out a loud groan and rested her head on the table

Shee closed her eyes and decided to take a breath. The white haired girl knew better than to get worked up now , it wouldn't help anything. The itching in the back of her brain was burning , like a nagging string ready to snap at the first sight of the shine of a blade.

Kiba groaned. This wasn't like then. This was much different, and yet she still found herself feeling stuck and helpless. People were dying, grieving, traumatized, and what did she have to show for helping people? Nothing. There had always been nothing.

Kibas lips pursed as she sat her head up and sighed, maybe it was time to leave. Her head starting to grow foggy, nagging for the sweet release of mindlessness that awaited her at home

[penvisions]

dev writes even more now {dave york drabble}

working title: work conduct

pairing: dave york x coworker! reader

summary: you're just his coworker, so why does he feel compelled to unravel all your secrets?

word count: 1k<

a/n: in honor of being told my writing is terrible and i need to stop pushing an 'agenda' here's a little thing i wrote to get out of my head. this is a new character for me, but i'm proud of the vibes i captured here.

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He's good at reading people. Figuring out who they are in the spaces where words and titles can't fill. The habits they exhibit when they first get into the office for the morning, whether they immediately go to the breakroom to start a coffee or exchange morning pleasantries with coworkers. the habits they exhibit in the afternoons when the work day is done, if they linger about talking to the same people as in the morning or if they quickly pack up their stuff and rush off to their cars in the parking garage.

But for the life of him, Dave York cannot get a read on you.

You're not...fake, per se. But he sees the way your smile drops when you turn away from a conversation or how your voice drops an octave when you hang up a phone call. He tracks the coffee you have in the morning, the water you sip on all day long, and the diet soda you always have after lunch. He never actually witnesses you eating lunch, but he knows your energy perks up a bit after the hour you disappear for in the middle of each day.

It reminds him of how his daughters both find their high-pitched, excited voices after a good breakfast shoved into frowny faces.

The thought brings a smile to his face as he watches you press your ID badge to the sensor to be let in the door through the thick glass wall. The office is on an upper floor, blocked off from the general public that can access the building.

You look up right then, catching his eyes and the smile you give him is dazzling. He blinks, slightly taken aback by the bright expression and then your heels are clacking on the gleaming tile as you head in his direction. Just as you cross over onto the thin carpet that cushions area of cubicles, a loud snap sounds into the air.

Both your smile and leg buckle downwards at the same time.

He's moving quickly, instincts firing on the highest setting at all times. His arms circle around your waist and the thigh of leg donning the now broken shoe. He's got you tugged close to his body, dark eyes gazing down at you as the scent of your perfume wafts over him. Cirtus and rose swirls in his lungs and his fingers curl into your skin where he holds you.

"Easy now."

"Who knew a meet cute like this was on the agenda for today?" Your voice is sultry, paired with a wink that has him taken aback for the second time in as many minutes. Your nails dig into the front of his dress shirt, startling in how they catch the light and shift from what he initially thought was black to a dark, deep red.

"Gotta say, I don't think I warrant the whole 'falling at your feet' display." His voice is slightly raspy, the pitch of it reverberating deep on his chest.

"Alright, Agent York. Because that was totally planned." You huff out a breath as you begin to push off of him. Your nails sliding over the fabric that guards his middle from the smooth feel of them. It's a hobble that you do, one hand firmly gripping his shoulder as you lean down to take the broken heel off of your raised foot.

He gets more of that intoxicating scent as your hair brushes underneath his chin as you remove the other, still intact heel as well.

"Aw, hell. Looks like it's completely snapped." He watches as you inspect it with a sad tilt of your head and of course his fingers twitch to reach out and see if he could fix it for you.

to be continued...

taglist: @evolnoomym @clawdee @guiltyasdave

[unluckycat111]

Lil' Update

I know I have been missing from Tumbr for months. I have lurked here and there, but life was too overwhelming to put energy into much outside my responsibilities. My grandfather's health had been declining for about a year. His name is Thomas, so the Peaky Blinders/Cillian fandom was hard to be a part of as it felt like a reminder of the stress going on. He passed away last week, which has been very difficult to process. But I am also glad he is at peace. Now it feels like more of a happy reminder of him. I still am a busy beaver, but I do think I am back. Maybe at a low level of interaction for a bit, but I want to be more active as my schedule frees up (if it ever does).

Missed all my mutuals and all the lovely creators on here! Excited to catch up on months away!

[hereissomething]

i do it out of love.

[pyrokineticwarrior]

Under the Crimson Moon

Drabble tw: blood tw: manipulation tw: gore

His breath hitched as Delia pulled away, lips parting from his with a deliberate slowness—as if reluctant to relinquish the taste of Dev. Her mouth gleamed faintly with a shimmering gold, not blood, not saliva—essence. His essence. Whatever she'd taken, it had been more than physical. More than lust. It felt like memory, resolve, purpose.

Devendra collapsed to his knees, the sands beneath him strangely cool, like silk and ash. He gasped for air, chest heaving, heart thudding wildly against his ribs as though it might leap from his body and chase after her. His fingers dug into the dark ground, clawing for control, for something to anchor him.

"You... used me," he managed, voice hoarse. Rage bloomed in his chest, sharp and hot—and yet, below it, a confusing echo of desire still smoldered.

Delia knelt with feline grace in front of him, not an ounce of guilt in her posture. The violet glow of her eyes softened, almost tender, though her expression remained unreadable—somewhere between affection and amusement, predator and lover.

"You offered yourself," she said, brushing a lock of his sweat-dampened hair back from his forehead. Her touch lingered. "You wanted to be consumed. You still do."

Dev's body betrayed him—trembling, blood rushing, heart torn between fury and need. He hated the truth in her words. Hated that in her arms, even as he sensed the drain, the danger, he’d let go. He’d wanted to let go.

“Stop trying to twist this,” he snarled, grabbing her wrist with sudden strength. Her skin was cool, like marble wrapped in heatless flame. “You feed on people. You wore me down to make me weak. Is that all I am to you?”

Delia leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. “You’re more than that, Dev. That’s why I chose you. You’re not like the others. Your fire doesn’t just burn—it hurts. And yet... you ache for someone to hold it with you.”

He turned his face from hers, jaw clenched. "I won't let you do this again."

“Oh, darling,” she whispered, withdrawing slowly, rising to her feet like a wraith cloaked in moonlight and shadow. “Desire doesn’t ask for permission. It comes back. It always does.”

As she stepped beyond the circle of fire, her form began to dissolve—silk unraveling into smoke, beauty unraveling into night. Her voice echoed behind her, sultry and fading:

“And when it does… so will I.”

The flames around him guttered, dying one by one, and the obsidian sand beneath him grew colder—until there was nothing left but darkness, the bitter taste of want, and the maddening truth that part of him didn’t want to forget her.

[hamiltonhour]

May we interest you in some drabble of how the 3 Seasons boys each hold your hand? 👉👈

Written for warmups as vanade jumps back into outlining Briar's route! Text versions included as image descriptions on each picture, and included below the cut.

Holding your hand: Yuto Edition

Yuto reaches for your hand with hesitance—even now that you're together—as if he's afraid to let himself touch you... Afraid his cool skin might make you flinch away instinctively. He knows you don't mind, but it's a tough habit to break. You find it cute though, how his pinky finger interlocks with yours in quiet silence, wordlessly seeking your consent. You don't need to look at him to know his gaze is averted, the tips of his ears flushed a soft pink, peaking out from his long white hair. You slip your hand into his, intertwining your fingers with a gentle squeeze. He returns your gesture with a firmer grip, the way you'd hold on to something precious you dare not lose.

Holding your hand: Sol Edition

Sol's hand finds yours with such natural confidence. His palm is rough from constant time spent outdoors, and his lightly calloused thumb runs over the back of your hand unconsciously even as he chatters at you about something irrelevant. He tugs you along like an excited kid, his grip sometimes loosening in his excitement to show you things. Every now and then though, something he sees or says will remind him of you—you catch the glint of affection in his eyes as he squeezes your hand, a silent gesture of gratitude that you're with him.

Holding your hand: Rye Edition

Rye's fingers intertwine with yours slowly, assuredly. He enjoys this act and display of intimacy: the symbolism of your bond through physical touch. He doesn't hesitate in the slightest... if anything, his slow and deliberate gesture loudly signals his confidence and his love of romantic actions. It's his own way of communicating to you the thrill and happiness that being in love with you has given him… the ability to shower affection on his own special someone.