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[meiyokbf]

accidentally deleted the ask but it was exactly like this lol: perhaps some thoughts on stuck between a love triangle with megan and sophia 🤞🤞like reader is so oblivious but ALL the viewers can see the tension between sophia and megan when it comes to you ykykykkyky

hope it finds the anon who requested!!

(y/n) always noticed when someone was about to cry, even if they didn’t say a word. they could feel tension like static in the air before a fight broke out, and they knew how to make the room laugh again without trying too hard. they weren’t oblivious, not really. just… selective.

katseye wasn’t just a pop group. they were the kind of group people tattooed lyrics for, the kind of group whose outfits trended before they even left the dressing room. seven performers, matching in style but loud in personality, always synced on stage and always slightly chaotic off it.

(y/n) was the center in formation and often the calm one in energy, though that calmness had gravity to it. people hovered around them like they couldn’t help it. maybe that’s why it got complicated.

megan liked (y/n) the way a song gets stuck in your head; quietly at first, then all at once. sophia liked them like a secret she didn’t want to keep but didn’t know how to let go of. and (y/n)? they liked sharing snacks, fixing necklaces and complimenting outfits, entirely unaware that every nice thing they did sent megan and sophia spiraling in opposite corners of the group.

— does this color suit me? — megan asked once, twirling a gloss tube between her fingers like it was just about makeup.

— it’s pretty. makes your eyes pop. — (y/n) said without hesitation.

megan smiled like it physically hurt her not to say something back. while sophia saw the whole thing from across the room and bit her lip hard enough to leave a mark.

lara noticed first. she was always half in the drama whether she wanted to be or not.

— y’all see the triangle happening over there? — she whispered to manon during soundcheck.

— uh-huh — manon said, barely glancing up from her phone. — poor little thing’s the clueless main character.

— like, fanfiction-level oblivious. — daniela added.

yoonchae didn’t say anything. she just laughed when she saw the live chat during a stream.

“sophia looking at (y/n) like she wrote the chorus of her favorite love song”

“megan in her jealous era again???”

“someone PLEASE tell (y/n) they are the problem and the solution”

“WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THE TENSION”

the fans were clocking it faster than management.

on one live, megan brought (y/n) boba before they even asked for it.

— aw, thanks! — (y/n) said, already poking the straw in. — you always know what i like.

megan flushed, then looked straight into the camera like she regretted all her life decisions.

sophia, not missing a beat, leaned in with a soft voice. — (y/n)’s easy to read. if you pay attention.

(y/n) laughed, totally missing the pointed glance.

— i’m mysterious, actually.

daniela coughed “painful” under her breath. manon had to mute her mic from laughing.

backstage, it got worse. or better, depending on who was watching. (y/n) braided sophia’s hair while humming a song they were still rehearsing.

— you’re too good at this… — sophia murmured.

(y/n) shrugged. — i just like making people feel cared for.

and there it was. that one line. that one moment.

megan heard it from behind the curtain and genuinely considered screaming into a pillow. but still, (y/n) didn’t notice. or maybe they noticed everything except that.

they kept dancing beside both of them like they weren’t walking a tightrope between two girls who’d both rewrite their verses if they could just to get (y/n) to hear them differently.

and every time the fans clipped a moment, slowed it down, put a filter over it and set it to some sad bedroom pop song, (y/n) reposted it on tik tok with a little heart emoji.

none the wiser.

just orbiting, steady and warm, never realizing that the two girls were falling head over heels for them.

[rottenk1sses]

convincing preachers son!art that it’s okay for him to fuck your tits, that it doesn’t count because he isn’t actually in you.

"that's it, honey, just like that," you murmur, pushing your tits together while you sit at the back of the empty church, letting art shakily stand in front of you and slide himself between your soft mounds.

as soon as his swollen tip gets engulfed by your flesh, he's keening and losing his footing—staggering to curl over your frame below him and using his free hand to squeeze your shoulder.

“u-uhm.. i don’t think.. im gonna last..” he breathes out between hiccuped gasps. his hips are already starting to rock uncontrollably, and his shaft is rubbing incessantly in the valley between your breasts. you can tell by the flushed, crumpled expression glossing over his face that he’s pretending he’s actually inside you.

you shake your head, “shh, that’s okay—you’re alright..”

he squeezes his eyes shut, a ringlet of gold hair slipping between his brows, bouncing and dangling like the little cross he sometimes wears around his neck (tucked under his shirt and hidden away, just like the hickeys you put on his chest days ago). he’s properly fucking into the tight gap now. panting and trembling like a scared little kitten. you know he still feels guilty for all of this, but you’d stroked his cheek beforehand and reassured him by emphasizing how it’s not actual sex.. and he seemed to take that and run with it pretty easily.

his fingers dig into your shoulder and his eyes are suddenly fluttering open to allow you to see his pair of watery blue irises roll back into his head. his neck rolls too and then his face is tipping towards the high ceiling of the building.

“oh, please,” he shudders, his noises spilling out quicker and higher in pitch, “please, can i? can i, please..? oh, oh, OH—!”

he nearly squeals, and you don’t even get the chance to give him permission to finish before you feel his heavy length throb between your tits with every wave of pleasure that shatters his system. you could cook an egg on him, for sure—he’s burning up all over, cumming thick ropes up your chest and onto your collarbone area. one particularly heavy splurt actually hits your chin, and you have to laugh so he doesn’t think you’re mad. he whimpers and bites at his bottom lip as he looks down to meet your eyes. he gives two more shallow, stuttered thrusts before he collapses over you, holding your head to his chest like you’re the only thing keeping him from breaking down with shame.

“please, feels s’good.. ‘m still—ngh,” another dribble of white fluid leaks out from his slit and sticks to your skin. you let go of your breasts to reach up and caress his sides. he sniffles.

“was that so good?”

“.. r-really good..”

“good. next time we’ll try my mouth, hm?”

a little moan breaks past his lips, and you feel his cock bob with interest against your body, but he manages a nod.

“.. yes, please..”

[kkooongie]

I don't know if you get a request, but I still want to make a request. Can you write an article about being a parent with Bsd men? (Dazai, fyodor, chuuya etc.)

A/N || Thank you for sending this request anon! Also...i interpreted your ask this way but if its not what you wanted lemme know! Nonetheless i hope you like it

BSD AS PARENTS

[♡] chuuya always did the girls’ hair, especially whenever they went out. he wouldn’t even let you put a clip. no, nope, never. it had to be him who got to decorate his two pretty little angels’ hairs. before he left for work, he would softly comb their hair and part them into halves, cracking jokes and making them laugh in the meantime. then, he would take two hair ties with cute designs on them, some with butterflies, some with flowers and some with bows on them and tie their hair up in pigtails. and then he would clip equally cute and tiny clips onto their hair. though after they came back from playschool half of the accessories would be missing, some in their bag if the teacher found them, some gone forever. but that didn’t stop your husband from ever doing their hair. chuuya would take even longer to style out their hair if the four of you were going out somewhere till the point that even you would be done dressing up and you would just come and sit beside him and the girls, watching him contentedly as he did one of your daughters’ hair. you always felt your heart swell up with pride whenever this scene unfolded; one girl beside him playing with his sleeves, another on his lap laughing at whatever he had just said, all the while he did her hair, looking at them with so much love and adoration. it was at times like these when you realised that you had fallen in love with the right man.

[♡] you regularly woke up to jouno and the boys sneakily eating ice cream late at night. it was almost becoming a routine, much to your annoyance and amusement. it started a few months ago when you woke up to use the bathroom and got up slowly so as to not wake jouno up but when you turned to look at him, you found the bed empty. for a second panicked gripped you, because where the hell did your husband disappear in the middle of the night? suddenly you heard a giggle come from the kitchen, immediately followed by a ‘shush!’, and you raised an eyebrow, wondering what the three of them were doing in the kitchen at this late hour. quietly, you crept towards the kitchen, and peeped in, nearly letting out an angry gasp at the sight that unfolded in front of you. jouno stood in front of the island with your two boys sitting on it, three of them with a bowl of ice cream in their hands. “don’t tell mom, okay?” jouno whispered with a smile, eliciting another giggle from them. you were about to barge in and scold your husband for letting them have ice creams so late at night, except jouno turned his head slightly to your direction and smiled, indicating that he had seen you. you huffed, rolling your eyes a little before storming back to bed. slowly, this became an everyday event but the more and more you observed them from the dark, the more you found your annoyance turning into amusement. sure you were still worried that the kids might catch cold but it warmed your heart so much to see them enjoying with their father. so you let them be, knowing that jouno always posed as the more stricter parent so they needed some special bonding time.

[♡] every sunday night was fortress night, according to dazai. it all started when your son complained that cartoon nights were for children, and your daughter too quickly jumped into the argument claiming that the four of you should be doing more fun stuff instead. you were very confused, wondering if this was a new mischief they had learnt from their play school. but luckily, your husband came to the rescue. he suddenly claimed that he too, was feeling boredom, and that the kids had announced this just in time for the ‘surprise mommy and daddy prepared' for them. you too smiled and clapped along, pretending that you were completely aware of the situation. you trusted dazai as he walked into the bedroom and came out with all the pillows and mattresses you owned, dumping them into the living room. then, as if on a cue, lightning struck outside causing your son to scream, and dazai grabbed your daughter and pushed her into the heap of soft mattresses, scrambling around to rearrange everything. “quick!” he said to you and your son, “we need to prepare our defenses before the fortress collapses!”. and the kids seem to have thought he was serious because they immediately jumped into the game, putting up pillows and what not. you watched them work hard in amusement, dazai impersonating a general as your children laughed and set up the ‘barrier’ and you found yourself smiling at them before joining in. finally, after what felt like an eternity of laughing and stacking pillows and mattresses up (you weren’t even counting the sudden random pillow fight dazai initiated after he ‘accidentally’ hit you), the four of you were snuggled close to each other inside the pillow fortress, laughing as the rain poured outside heavily. “we should do this every sunday!” dazai laughed, lacing your hand in his as he wrapped another arm around the kids. you smiled back at him, giving his hand a squeeze. “yes, we should.”

[♡] tecchou loved working out with your son. and it was a cute sight to behold. well… most of the time it was. usually you would just walk in to your son standing on your husband’s back as he did push ups, pretending to be ‘running mountains’ for your son. but then one day, you walked in to him holding your son in his arms (well, not exactly arms but rather forearms) and using him… as a weight for bicep curls. you opened your mouth to scold tecchou in case the child got hurt but you stopped when you heard your son giggle in delight, asking his father to go even faster. to this tecchou just laughed, saying that if he went any faster, he would fly off daddy’s arms and get hurt. you nearly snorted at that excuse when you remembered how tecchou used to toss your son into the air, causing shrieks of laughter and horror, one from your baby and one from you. but he always caught him in the end no matter what so you knew that even if there was a possibility that he slipped off tecchou’s arms, he would grab him. tecchou would never let any harm come to both of your precious son. he was the gentlest and most caring soul to exist and at times you were proud to call him your husband. you loved how much time he always kept for your child through these workout sessions, even after a long day of work. even if tecchou would complain about being tired, if your son came scrambling into the room asking if he could ‘accompany daddy when he runs on the treadmill’, tecchou would always readily say yes. and such scenes made you fall in love ith him even more.

[♡] nikolai and your daughter loved drawing on the walls, much to your dismay. you just couldn’t understand them, understand what joy they got from drawing on the walls. and it wasn’t like they were painting murals or something artistic. no! they were scribbling on the walls with crayons, both of them laughing deviously as they continued drawing. at first when you and nikolai discovered your little daughter scribbling away a castle, a princess with a sword and a dragon, you expected nikolai to step up and explain her why it wasn’t good habit to draw on the wall but instead, he picked up a crayon and drew a hill under the caste. and then you stared in horror as the two of them continued with their art piece. but no amount of scolding nikolai in private would change him. he confessed that he just wanted her to grow up without any guilt and good memories and that he would soon paint the walls. you offered them sheets of paper but both of them were still fixated on the wall. and then you gave up. nikolai did paint the walls… only for them to draw again. by now you had given up trying to tell them off, instead resorting to watching them work on their ‘masterpieces’, finding yourself laughing at the small jokes they sometimes cracked. and it swelled your heart to see how serious your daughter was, (now also beginning to draw on sheets with a rather concentrated look on her face). maybe nikolai was right. it was the memories that mattered.

[♡] the kids and fyodor regularly surprised you after work. work was always tiring and draining, you were at a higher position and there was the endless demands of people to be met each day. and honestly, you would have broken down long ago if it wasn’t for your husband and your kids. every single day, right when your work was done for the day, fyodor would show up with kids in front of your office, either with a bouquet of flowers or with some treats he and the kids made together. and seeing his smiling face and their laughing faces would remove all the tiredness you had felt after the long day. it first started out the day after you complained to fyodor and the kids that you were in no mood to have dinner together; you were having a splitting headache and your legs hurt, and all you wanted to do was just to be left alone and rest. at the end of your work the next day, just as you were about to get up equally tired and exhausted, you heard a familiar voice yell ‘mommy!’ and to your shock you found fyodor and your lovely son and daughter walking into your office room with your favourite chocolates. and soon it became an everyday thing, till the point you were looking forward to it. every evening that you drove back home with your family made you look forward to the next day at work.

[♡] kunikida loved baking with his son, no matter how terrible the outcome was. he wasn’t a great cook. nor a great baker. but unfortunately, you were worse. so when your son came up to the two of you and asked if he could start baking because it was something that seemed to interest him (well you were just glad he was using his screen time to search up baking videos), kunikida couldn't say no. but he didn’t know a single thing about baking so he took it upon himself to study all the baking books he could get his hands on and watching as many baking guide 101 videos as he could till the day the two of them actually started baking. and the first cake was… well, more of a biscuit than a cake. but nonetheless you applauded them for the efforts (though your stomach later paid the price). but in both of your eyes it wasn’t the end result that was important. if anything, your son enjoyed the whole process, laughing the whole time and explaining ‘scientific’ reasons for each step to your husband, as you overheard them from the living room. kunikida too seemed to be enjoying it. despite his obsession over being a perfectionist, this seemed to be the first time he ever let it go. and then it became a common occasion for the two of them to bake, the goodies becoming slightly better with each try. you weren’t going to interrupt them. not when your husband and your son looked like they were having the time of their lives while accidentally getting into a flour fights.

[♡] your daughter and ranpo would stay stuck in a place forever, until the puzzle was solved. you had seen this coming from miles away. from the day you and your husband started reading bedtime stories to your daughter, he would try sneaking in small, easy puzzles into them, helping her solve them too. at first you were worried that it was a bit too much for her as you would always see her looking up quizzically at her father and not willing to go to sleep until he explained it to her. but as the days went by, you saw how much she waited for these puzzles so you didn’t nag ranpo about it much. but now, that she was a bit more grown, the puzzles’ complexity became more, causing her and ranpo to stay up late at night at times, even if it was a school night. and worse was when you all would go to the mall and the two of them would enter the bookstore, pick a random sherlock holmes or agatha christie book and try to solve it before. you would probably end up roaming the entire mall by then and still come back and find them huddled together at the bookstore. and at times, that maddened you a lot considering how you hated walking around the mall alone but when you saw how dedicatedly they both were on to this task, you immediately forgave them. because there was no sight more cuter than your husband and daughter scribbling away furiously on a piece of paper as they pretended to be sherlock holmes and miss maples.

[♡] tanizaki was always the canvas for your daughter’s makeup trials. well you supposed you were partially to be blamed for it. you would always put on makeup with her beside you so it was only natural that she too got interested in makeup. she then demanded to have some of yours but since you couldn’t, you gave her some sketch pens and a makeup remover and asked her to try it on her dolls as practice. but little did you know that she would listen to you only half, deciding to use her unsuspecting daddy who was now asleep as a test subject. when tanizaki woke to the giggling girl beside him, he was immediately suspicious of the red sketch pen in her hand and the weird cool feeling on his face. so he reached out for the mirror beside him and… the scream that should have left him would have brought the roof down so instead he just gasped happily and asked her if she was the one who did his makeup. and that was his mistake in deciding to indulge her. because now regularly he would get invited to her ‘parlour’ and would have to sit through hours of sketch pen transformation in the name of makeup. and while it was an hour of you scrubbing his face to get the sketch pen off he didn’t mind if it meant he got to see his girl laughing and having fun. 

© 𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[yanmuffins]

I've been thinking and I've come to the conclusion that it wouldn't make much sense for Bruce to neglect one of his children.

Think about it, in canon, most of the mistakes he made that ended up harming his family were either because he was completely buried in work, or because he was slightly manipulated, both by the narrative and by third parties.

In addition, he also cannot fully communicate with others, both because of his early trauma, the loss of his parents, and all the loneliness caused by the grief he went through growing up. Not to mention the years of self-discipline and training he went through to become Batman. From everything he's seen and experienced, and all the scars he has, I can't imagine how much that grief and and especially a sense of justice, survived.

so I don't think he would simply neglect one of his children

What I propose is; accidental negligence. Think about it, if he is busy all the time with both Batman and his other persona, Brucie Wayne, and then the justice league, investigations, meetings of Wayne Enterprise, galas, charities, other rich people, the usual rogues gallery of Gotham, etc, etc, I don't think he has much time to spend with anyone.

He is able to spend more time with his other children because they are all vigilantes, like him, and are usually just as busy as he is. Having a civilian child in the middle of this mess wouldn't do much good, especially if that child doesn't know what they do most of the time, like, y'know, vigilantlism.

Imagine everyone's absolute horror when they realize, after the p&f reader is unfortunately busted, that they paid so little attention to that child that she managed to do all these crazy things right under their noses for the whole summer. And who's to say she hadn't been doing this before this summer? How many things have they inevitably missed in her life?

What I mean is that to counter the p&f reader's luck, everyone in the batfam is unlucky enough not to be able to spend time with her. And they are aware of it.

Their guilt would be immense and the angst would be delicious.

(And it would explain how Damian hás time to spend with p&f reader, since he's a kid and his only obligations are school, socialization and being Robin, so he would technically have more time??? If that even makes sense???)

context &. context.

YOU!! YOU GET IT!!

i wholeheartedly agree!

not that "accidental" neglect is any better, it's neglect all the same and has negative consequences in so many levels. but when we're talking about Bruce Emotionally Constipated And Terrible At Communication and Could Sometimes Make Better Choices Regarding His Kids Wayne, it could absolutely happen.

i'm not one to make character analysis because i have very shallow knowledge of Batman lore, but...

like you said, all of Bruce's children participate in vigilantism. they're all extraordinary, most have horrible trauma, and have relied on him for guidance. they are all Robin, and more relatable to him, in a way. that means he's consequently more involved in their lives, more physically there engaging with them, forming an emotional bond, acting as a mentor and father figure. on top of that, like you said, he has a whole life as Bruce Wayne and Batman going on.

which brings us to neglected! Reader, more specifically mine: P&F! Reader and Vampire! Reader.

on a... financial, material level, I believe they wouldn't want for anything. Alfred is the one managing their bank account and making sure they're well-provided for and though it's fun for angst purposes, i don't think they would have a tiny little bedroom isolated from everyone in the manor, mostly because it's our favorite butler who would select which bedroom Bruce's child would be staying at in this gigantic mansion with plenty unocuppied rooms. Alfred would NOT put you in the broom closet. it would be a bedroom that's at least as big as Damian's in Son of Batman, for example.

(i more than understand suspension of disbelief and playing around with all sorts of interesting concepts and characters, so I'm not criticizing anyone!)

in fact, i think it's kinda worse that, say, you have a bedroom that's a wall across from Tim's and he still kinda forgets you exist.

also, i believe Bruce's kid would absolutely have access to a more than generous amount of money. not broke at all.

so the only type of neglect going on here is of the emotional kind. your father and your siblings have created tight-knit bonds amongst themselves based on their shared experiences and the proximity brought by them all working as vigilantes, and you're just not a part of the club.

timing is also relevant.

P&F! Reader arrives at the manor some time after Damian, which means that not only have all relationships been formed over the years, Bruce has also experienced having kids, as well as having a biological child suddenly enter his life. they're a fish out of the water, and their dad is kinda awkward about this (apparently) normal child that showed up at his doorstep. while Damian is still kind of adapting, running around at night trying to bypass Bruce's security system and solve dangerous cases by himself, P&F! Reader is in their bedroom having a virtual sleepover with their Metropolis friends, streaming movies and eating caramelized popcorn.

fun fact: Damian and P&F! Reader are neighbors. he was not happy about Alfred placing his half-sibling on the room right beside his for the longest time. P&F! Reader has definetly caught him sneaking out, but they're no snitch. and you're right, he does have more free time, and he's also on summer break so no school and no homework to worry about. He's got free time to be his sibling's keeper.

and as we all know, the impression that P&F! Reader is just a normal regular kid that totally doesn't build ridiculous thingamabobs in their spare time, it's kinda easy to forget they're there amidst the Wayne family mayhem(s). Bruce is also kinda doesn't really know what to do with this kid or how to connect with them, but they don't really demand immediate attention and seem to be doing fine – so he probably shouldn't worry too much, right?

you could also argue that he's kinda awkward (emotionally constipated) with this kid and is very bad at consoling and accomodating them after the trauma that made them have to move in with him. he doesn't straight up forget they exist, although he starts paying more attention to them after Damian gets more involved in ther bio sibling's antics. and when it comes to siblings, it's just easier for their relationship to never evolve past more superficial interactions (with the exception of Damian who decides to mind P&F! Reader's business earlier on, more or less). P&F! Reader doesn't know about the vigilantism for a long time, so it's natural that they're excluded from any and all matters regarding that. and because everyone else is so busy with their own lives and P&F! Reader seems to be doing fine, so easy to overlook, has plenty of friends in and out of their new school and the Batfam is already a formed unit... Well, you get the picture.

there's also the matter of Damian. he is the kid that "needs more attention" because of his background. he's been through a lot. nevermind the possibility that you might also have gone throguh your own fair share of trauma, at the end of the day you're the easier kid. the "okay" kid with regular problems. which is sad and unfair, but that's what we're here for, isn't it? and Dick is the biggest offender when it comes to that.

not that P&F! Reader is bothered by any of that! They have an amazing summer ahead of them. 😎 It's definetly Batfam being unlucky that prevents them from spending time with P&F! Reader, but that allowed them to mostly enjoy summer without being smothered by their family. the guilt would be unmatched, that is for sure.

"And who's to say she hadn't been doing this before this summer?"

hehe :)

vampire! Reader (she was not mentioned but I'm talking about her anyway, spoilers for the fic because i want to rant) is a different story. again, timing. she arrived at the manor sometime between Dick leaving for Bludhaven and Jason being brought in, so she didn't really get a chance to develop a deeper emotional connection with Dick. that also means Bruce was a lot younger when he is faced with a biological child being thrown at his door, not to mention the less-than-ideal-circumstances in which she came to be in his custody.

and after trying to make her his newest sidekick didn't work, in the coming years he would dedicate most of his time to fighting crime as Batman and taking care of/mentoring Jason who had a rough past and is now his new sidekick. connecting and relating to Jason was easier than connecting with Vampire! Reader, but he always made sure to check on her and make sure she was okay (and the answer was always yes, because of course it was).

during this time Jason and Vampire! Reader were actually pretty close, but then he, uh. kinda died horrifically. so not only was Vampire! Reader dealing with the loss of her brother, her father was now full-on neglecting her, self-absorbed in his grief, so she felt the proper thing to do would be repress her emotions to accomodate her father and try to be his emotional support. not that it worked, but she was there! so we have the emotional neglect and we have Vampire! Reader starting to take a parental role for her own father because he's not being a parent for her. she was also completely alone in that huge manor with the exception of Alfred because none of the other kids were in the picture yet, and Dick had long since moved out. as you can see, not very nice :)

from then on she just kinda blends into the background. financially she's provided for. she is her father's daughter, so communication and expressing emotion are not her forté, but she tries her best to connect with the incoming batkids. it does not work. i have said this before, but she is the mature child, the (again) normal one who puts other people's needs before her, so she doesn't complain when Bruce makes time for literally every other kid who becomes Robin except her. but don't be mistaken: Bruce is definetly more controlling and aware of Vampire! Reader in comparison to P&F! Reader due to reasons (guess you can say early yandere signs?). Jason too is... Sort of complicated. the situation here is definetly darker and resonates with tone of the story better. and when Bruce realizes how terrible he was? oh, boy.

so I guess you can play around a lot with the neglectful! Reader trope, and that's what makes it so entertaining. yeah. that's all I have to say for today, I guess??

[palajae]

why he looking at himself like that.?

[hungrydogs-if]

hope you're doing okay, we miss you!! <3<3

i miss y'all too! :'( i'm sorry for the silence, it's been absolutely bonkers busy in a physical, emotional, and mental way lately. worlds going to shit and i am trying to find the mozzarella sticks of energy within the heaps of dung. gimme a few weeks and i'll be back, better than ever!

[fortuneforsaken-if]

I cant help but imagine Mal setting the world on fire if the last remnants of his people (MC) were to, let's say, not survive being released of their binds and oh I dont know, die as the other gods did when it turns out they no longer have the power to sustain themselves on their own-

i mean mc is the one and only reason he's fighting for his soul not to wane, so to say. you should see what he did last time he lost mc, an entire civilization went extinct in the span of maybe five minutes. might just happen again if one isn't careful.

[silvery-orchid]

Neuvillette comes off as so charming and subtly manipulative, i think it’s a guarantee that he would win over any in-laws easily.

Imagine Neuvillette slowly developing an obsession with you, but instead of framing you or approaching you directly, he has a few ‘run ins’ with your parents. Helping them with issues that suddenly weren’t there in the past, financial problems, a waning reputation made worse by certain rumors. He really does present himself as the perfect son-in-law. He makes your entire family reliant on him so when the time comes you’ll have no choice but to accept him with the eager approval of everybody around you and the financial pressure building up.

OMG OMG OMGG THIS IS SO TRUE LISTEN.

Imagine you first meet this man in like a vegetable or fruits market (doesn't matter if it is modern au or not) and YOU HATE HIS ASS cus you have been looking at those oranges and apples for hours now and want the best ones and when you come neuvillette is there at the same time AND HE JUST CONVENIENTLY WANTS THOSE.

Que you arguing with him without knowing who he even is and since you had a bad day at work you make it everyone's problem. Then he starts trying to seek you out and ??? Your boss has been put in jail over tax evasion?? Odd but good for you. Wait your division is being relocated? WHY IS THE FRUIT THIEF YOUR NEW BOSS??

Neuvillette tries to get on your good side but it often fails so he changes his tactic to inserting himself in your circles without you knowing. Your parents happen to adore the man they met at the opera last time and wow ..well, well, well, wont you look at him IN YOUR DOORWAY WITH ORANGES AS ONE OF THE THINGS HE BROUGHT TO DINNER. If he touches your elbow with his one more time you will stab his hand or so Lord help you.

Except he will eventually make your entire family rely on him and ask that you become his spouse as a trade off. It seems fair you see. And then when you live in his villa he brings you those oranges all the time that you begin to hate them and try to hit him with their peels when he isnt looking to sustain your sanity.

[songsofreason]

anonymous that definitely isn't @devilsparda / @bewitcheds sent: “okay, so for me, i really want my melody — i think you’re a cinnamoroll kind of guy, that’s this one here,” imani declares, squinting her eyes shut with exaggerated intent, her hands trembling in excitement as she rips the strip off with almost frantic urgency, too eager to let vergil see what she’s offering. she peeks at the figure in her hand, and the sun-dappled grin that once connoted innocence is now a misshapen pageantry of delight, more of a rictus than anything resembling joy. this thing is so fucking ugly [...] “oh! oh my god, it’s hangyodon! wow! wow…” her voice cracks at the top, clambering to a pitch that betrays the sheer strain of maintaining enthusiasm. she stares at it a moment too long with a prolonged smile that stretches too wide to be considered natural, then, with a burst of strained brightness: “he’s blue! aww! just like you!” she thrusts the figure into vergil’s hand. “you can have him! isn’t he cute?” MNDBDJCHXJXJSJS $15 gone…. 4 hangyodon……. hi ren ^_^

Despite his faults lining his humanity like cracks in a mirror and his attempts to blend in, Vergil will be honest: this sort of mundanity isn't the sort of thing Vergil aspires to. Blind boxes and trinkets and -- what. Where do they go? Where do you put them? They're too big to live in a pocket like a soapstone animal or a die or something, too unwieldy to be taken around, and if the appeal is how cute they are, won't you be afraid of breaking them? For someone as defined as his own fear as Vergil is, of course this sentiment extends even to the novelty of blind boxes and trinket collecting. That said, the designs are certainly cute, and Vergil gets the appeal to a mass audience, but then--why not just buy the one you want?

"What even is it," he deadpans after Imani points out the one he's supposed to like. A rabbit? A puppy? "Can it fly?" With its huge ears. His comment is laced with such sarcasm it might even deter Imani's enthusiasm for a moment--but only for a moment. He knows better. He doesn't get a chance to try and make another bored quip or observation when Imani's hands light like trembling kindled fire. Her excitement seems almost concocted, too large and excited over nothing to even feel real to Vergil, smile drifting and swallowing her features as giddy mirth takes hold. Again he feels lost, misunderstanding, or misrepresenting; I don't see what I've lost out on. But maybe Imani hates poetry. But also at least a poem you can read or re-read. What do you even do with this thing? It just takes up space! What's the point? Again, Vergil circles back to this finely honed sticking point over and over.

"Oh! Oh my god! It's Hangyodon!"

It's hideous. Eyebrows arc into tiny exaggerated triangles, Vergil's lips pursing slightly in the amusement you withhold when you don't want to get jokingly slapped. "That one wasn't on the box--," he glances back over it, seeing the little silhouette and three question marks. A secret? Why? Vergil hates not knowing things or not understanding, but he's baffled by the need to disguise one of the options, surely they're not any more expensive to make, right? But Imani's crestfallen attitude is kind of funny, that wow! / wow... forcing his eyebrows to stay peaked as she stares with barely-hidden despair at the thing being cradled in her free hand, other hand now holding the box. He doesn't say anything else and lets her grief ride its course, laughing in his own secret Vergil kind of way.

Suddenly the thing is forced to his body, making his arms have to unravel from being crossed across his chest, hands fumbling to grab the plastic toy so it doesn't fall to the ground. "What in the--no it does not! The color is completely wrong!" HE DOESN'T WANT THIS THING! Vergil scoffs, turning Hangyodon, or whatever it's called, in his hands to squint down at it. Unlike imani Vergil has never had a predisposition to manufactured enthusiasm. "It's a fish, right, and--," a pause, a mild, quickly drawn squint, as he considers how he can turn this 'it looks like you' comment back on her and get this thing away from him, "--your eyeshadow kind of resembles -- shiny fish scales. So--really it looks more like you." He holds Hangyodon up to his eye level to squint at it. "It called to you as a Devil Arm calls to its new wielder." A gesture that's both dramatic and clipped as he tries to force the trinket back into Imani's arms. A funny reversal from what he's done with Dante his whole life and trying to steal his twin's stuff for himself. "I can't believe you're so quick to give up, your resolve is clearly lacking. Don't go in there to buy another one. Imani. Ima--!" She's gone. He watches Imani's silhouette disappear back into the store and sighs sharply, now abandoned in the parking lot, eyes flashing down to stare at Hangyodon with barely concealed disapproval. He'd throw it in the trash but Imani would probably find out somehow and be even more mad at him for it even though it's not like she cares about the fish either.

Vergil can't say he cares about or grasps blind boxes or why people spend their money on them but he can officially say that between Hangyodon and Cinnamoroll he'd definitely prefer Cinnamoroll. But he doesn't prefer it enough to stay behind and watch the near cataclysmic fall-out that will happen if Imani gets another little guy she actually can't stand. He'll go pawn this onto Dante. If Dante gets rid of it, at least if Imani somehow finds out, she'll get mad at him and not Vergil, which is really the only victory Vergil needs. He pockets the little toy and immediately sets off for Devil May Cry, having thus learned of the dangers of mascots and blind boxes all in one, and if the store isn't standing by evening, well--that's just simply not his problem.

[meiyokbf]

how would megan and tmasc!reader's first time be?

so we’ve established before that megan would be nervous as fuck about having sex with you for the first time after you came out to her. in her mind, it would feel like having another first time with you all over again. so she would insist you guys had an extensive (emphasis on the extensive) conversation before anything happened. and megan would 100% let you feel like you held the reins in the moment, doing everything she could to make sure you were at ease. but at the same time, she was a woman with needs. not being able to touch you had started to ache like a thirst that no amount of water could quench, so girlie had to get creative.

until one day, she was hanging around at your house, waiting for you to come home from the gym. when you finally did come home; sweaty, half-naked, muscles glistening, megan could swear her heart skipped a whole damn symphony. once you stepped into the shower, she didn’t waste a second. she plunged two fingers into her already dripping pussy, her breath hitching as she closed her eyes and imagined it was you, fucking her the way only you could; deep, hard, hitting all of her sweet spots. her other hand covered her mouth, a futile attempt to muffle the high-pitched whimpers that spilled out like prayers. but she didn’t expect the bathroom door to creak open just as she teetered on the edge of bliss. — meg?

her legs shut faster than light speed, face flushed crimson as she scrambled to cover herself. — fuck… i’m s-sorry… i-

you gave her that smile; the kind that peeled her apart like sun melting frost and the smile she had fallen in love with. dropping the towel that barely clung to your waist, you climbed on top of her and opened her legs again in one swift move. — if you wanted me to fuck you that bad, you could’ve just said so.

without missing a beat, you pushed two of your own fingers into her pulsing heat, grinning as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. your lips devoured her; neck, collarbone, jaw, and finally mouth, biting her lower lip as her nails painted art on your skin. — you wanted me to fuck you like this, baby? wanted to feel daddy’s fingers wrecking you just right, hm?

— y-yes… fuck, daddy… — she tried to say, but the pleasure clung to her throat, her voice dissolving into desperate moans. it didn’t take long for megan to fall apart in your hand, soaking your fingers, the sheets, everything in between. you guided her through it, kissing every inch of her like you were tracing a map to a sacred place. — i have the best boyfriend in the world, huh?

[rottenk1sses]

showing pastors son!art your pussy for the first time and giving him full reign to touch and explore you however he likes and he ends up coming in his pants 🩶

cw : corruption, coming in pants, subby!art (18+)

he’s incredibly sheltered, grew up that way, so when you’re spreading your bare legs for him for the first time he’s just knelt down between them and staring with his mouth hung open. he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. he doesn’t even really have a good idea where the clit is—only knows that it’s supposed to feel good when it’s rubbed and played with.

“just touch me and see what happens,” you shrug, a hand going down to teasingly caress his flushed cheek, “you’ll figure it out.”

art swallows like he’s trying to force down an embarrassing sound, and then he’s scooting forward. his right hand comes up and he hesitates before running his fingertips lightly over your folds. your hips twitch slightly in response, and this spurs him on. his bright blues glued to the sticky wetness glossing your cunt. it looks like a flower spread open, dew glistening on all of the petals.

“you’re all wet.”

he says it so matter-of-factly that it makes you laugh. everything he does just reeks of sickeningly sweet innocence.

you nod and lean back, “yeah, you’re making me this way…”

and god, he doesn’t even try to stifle the moan that’s pushed from his chest. he just leans in closer and slides his index finger up through your folds until he reaches a gummy bud at the very top.

as soon as he touches you there, you let out a low groan and buck up into the feeling.

Oh..

Oh.

now he really gets it.

he feels like he just unlocked the most elusive secret in the universe. he looks up to your face and then right back down to your twitching bundle of nerves, biting down on his lip nervously as he begins to rub circles into it the way he’s seen it done in porn (he’s only watched one video his whole life thus far.. he felt guilty for a month straight afterwards.)

“ohh, fuck yeah,” you breathe out raggedly, “just like that.. you’re a quick learner, aren’t you?”

and he’s so caught up in your words, your sounds, your pussy, that he doesn’t even realize he’s about to orgasm. right then and there. right in front of you. he doesn’t have the time to process the fact that he’s hard, let alone the fact that he’s close, before he’s jerking forward with a sharp gasp and choking on a whimper that follows suit.

“aaangh- oh—..!”

he’s rushing to grab your legs for some sense of groundedness; squirting a heavy load into his boxer briefs, pulse after pulse of the warmth flooding his clothes. you just chuckle lowly and stroke his hair as he rides it out.

“s… s-sorry, i’m sorry… did you come too?” he asks, as cute as ever. like a puppy.

you look over his lidded gaze, his parted lips, his heaving chest. and you smile.

“no.”

[lqfiles]

GURLL HELP ME OUT! I forgot the name of that one haechan smau where he accidently hits y/n with a basketball. Plspls lmk if you rmb it!!

Also can you suggest some good smaus'?

you’re talking about balling into love by my lovely @naids4luv i’m sure (i miss you.. plz come back..) and omg i was giving someone reccs a few days ago in dms let me make it public (haven’t read in a while tho) :

suhnshinehaos — crush culture (renjun)

(probably the first smau i read on here lol)

yojeongin — don’t blame the lovecats (jaemin)

(HIGHLY recommend this, litch top 5 smaus i’ve ever read)

yojeongin — evol (renjun)

ningningsdream — the villain in your story (jaemin)

(love the drama in this, currently rereading)

najaemism — heart can’t lose (haechan)

daegalfangirl — love maze (renjun)

jayflrt — a stoner’s guide to starbucks (heeseung)

(not even an engene anymore nor am i a heeseung stan but this was like one of the best things ever.. we don’t support sb tho 🤦🏽‍♀️)

jiamour — russian roulette (renjun)

(also pushin n pullin is good but they discontinued </3 (the smau the pushed me to fr write smaus icl))

jammingjaem — dream store (haechan)

[yanmuffins]

I really love the fact that vamp!reader put always a facade till jason is even afraid of that. Is he the only one to see she's repressing her feeling since they were closer than others? And how much is she repressed ? Is this Bree van the Kamp level? Also is she endossing the parental role with the rest of the batfam?

Ps:sorry if it's not understandable ,english is not my native language.

context &. context.

your english is fine!! thank u for the ask (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

jason, besides alfred, is definetly the one seeing that reader is repressing. she's insanely good at it, to the point even jason finds it scary — no, scary isn't quite the right word. jason finds it disturbing. it's something so completely opposite from himself, too, so... doll-like. artificial. fake.

vampire! reader does try to pull that shit with jason but he can see right through her — and yes, it’s because they were very close as children —, which means he's the only one she can have genuine interactions with (again, besides alfred), which means he's the only one who can actually rile her up, which means they've definetly had a complicated relationship since he's been ressurected, with some conflicts that the rest of the batfam has no idea about.

(i do have an idea for a scene where jason and vampire! reader are arguing quite loudly in the kitchen, before she's turned. then damian walks in on them, vampire! reader notices him before jason does, and immediately switches up and pretends everything's fine and starts cooing at damian. jason is flabbergasted. damian has... questions, after than incident.)

she's definetly holding a lot of her true feelings in to some bree van de kamp level. to the point she'll begin to formulate a thought that perhaps she's being treated unfairly by her family or by her father and instantly rebuke it. there's always an excuse, a reason, despite the bitterness and sometimes (gasp!) anger than is simmering beneath, unbeknownst even to her. it's internalized it's covered up. definetly about maintaining perfect image and keeping up appearances, so she's always fine when someone asks. nothing is ever wrong.

(jason thinks she's a ticking time-bomb that's going to explode eventually. he's... not wrong.)

and i'd say she has a mother hen (parentification) thing going on, but the batfam won't really let her in enough for her to actually mother hen them. in the fic she's making an effort to become more independent and break away from that, but old habits die hard. not even jason is an exception to that.

and that is kind of bruce's fault. not kind of, actually, it is bruce's fault. she absolutely has unresolved trauma from when jason died and suddenly she was put into this role of feeling obligated to care for her grief-stricken, emotionally unavailable father, so bruce is the one who vampire! reader fusses over the most to this day, even after he gets better and brings all of the other batkids and parents them. and even as she takes over his meals so he doesn't have to risk setting the kitchen on fire or tending to his wounds when alfred's not around, he doesn't even know that's the dynamic they have going on.

[loonashifter]

HI SO UM 💔 PLS HELP ME SHIFT 💔💔 IVE NEVER SHIFTED BEFORE BUT MY RESULTS ARE IN ONE WEEK AND IM PROBABLY GETTING SMTH AROUND A 75 BUT I NEED THAT 95 WHAT SHOULD I DO 😭😭😭😭 IM SO SCARED AND LOST HELP PLSPLPSSLPLS

relax. take a deep breath. there’s no need to panic.

this is an easy fix because your assumption is clear: right now, you are assuming you will get a 75. that’s what your future is looking like. still a good grade, but not what you need.

so, change your assumption. every time you think about that test and the grade, tell yourself “i got 95 in that test, what am i worrying about?” or anything along those lines.

you dont know you got a 75. you have no proof. its no more concrete than the 95 you desire. its purely an assumption, and assumptions are easy to change.

dont freak out. dont force it. just keep affirming your desire and allow yourself to have faith in the law. it will never fail you.

even if you do get the test back and the grade is less than what you need, keep affirming!! the 3d is malleable — the more you persist in your assumption, the further your reality bends over backwards to make way for your desires. you just have to keep going. trust me.

[hungrydogs-if]

Thirteen finding a lipstick kiss stain from mc on their helmet after going home for the day

crushing stage 13 would definitely put that helmet on a shelf for safekeeping and just use another one. lord knows they have like 20 extras anyway (maybe they can collect more kisses that stick...? no... unless...?)