#Ohhh it is too early to be this angry

[wizardnuke]

beau....ohhuuugh

[art-of-the-sea]

ohhh i love your facets of knowledge au!!! it's giving me immense brain rot but i want to ask, after the ancients sealed the beast inside the soul jam were there any complications afterwards? i would imagine the first few days of being sealed, some (sm most likely) would throw a fuse at being sealed again, and how do the ancients handle during that??

wagh thank you so much!! Brain rot 🤝 And yes, you're right on the money- the first month or so was agonizing for most of the Ancients, whose willpower is all that's standing between the Beasts and the Soul Jam. Most tried all they could to gain control, Shadow Milk cookie especially - "blowing a fuse" is putting it lightly, really. The fit he throws in canon is nothing compared to the hours of angry insults and jabs that began the two's sharing of a body, and even worse, Pure Vanilla can FEEL every inch of deep-seated vicious anger emanating from Shadow Milk. It's not long before he realizes the other isn't as affected as he'd like by the outrage, so he switches to and utilizes most what he knows best- trickery. For their early time together, Pure Vanilla is constantly subject to visions and other hallucinations induced by Shadow Milk, doing everything possible to manipulate, guilt trip, traumatize, and break him into submitting his soul jam. PV doesn't fully give in, of course, but that doesn't mean it isn't harrowing. It's all he can do to keep his sense of self and not snap under it- he's certainly the type to have dealt with moral intrusive thoughts before, but this was on another level. It's unfortunately pretty easy to figure out what makes PV tick and what'll hurt him most, which SM used to his advantage fully for a while.

Eventually Shadow Milk does bore of this too, letting up on his relentless attack, and Pure Vanilla is inspired by Hollyberry to try and help the corrupted. However, for the time the Beast had almost full control over the Truth-bearing Ancient's shoestring mental state.

[killxio]

Eren x caribbean gf headcanons 🙏

wanderlust | e. yaeger

word count: 1,440 [5 min 13 sec read] | ✪ content warnings: facesitting, six nine, handjob, eren using y/n like a face mask, he’s a munch in this (all hail the munches)

eren x reader / eren x black!reader / eren x carribean!reader

✭ drabbles of eren and his pretty beach bound girl. ( ps, sorry for taking so long anon. side note, everyone and their mama is jamaican, so the reader in this is not jamaican. trinidad and tobago i’m side eyeing you too. sorry not sorry, we need representation for other islands. )

eren absolutely gets himself into trouble just to hear you yell at him. he thinks it’s so fucking sexy, especially when you notice his hard-on and yell more.

the way your accent tends to come out when you’re angry just goes straight to his dick, mans can’t help it.

“woooii- ya make mi blood clot, eren! round with ya friends, can’t give nuh call or send mi text den tiptoe in the damn house like a ninja. ya can’t answer when me fa call ya name?”

he’s between your legs and you’re scolding him, finger pushing his big ass head around. he’s been out for a few hours later then he said he would, then came and snuck up behind you in the bathroom as you’re doing your hair.

yet all he can do after he’s put you on the counter is smirk down at you. he grabs you finger, guiding it down his chest and silences your complaints with a kiss.

it’s when he leads your hands low enough that you break it.

“jesus eren. you’re fucking nasty,” you shame, your american tongue coming back.

“no keep yelling,”

“ya fa be ‘shamed a-yaself.” you scold, trying to hide your smirk, brushing your fingers over his buldge.

eren takes u to the most luxurious parts of your home possible, he knows how much you love your families native country.

in college, he works his ass off to take you home atleast twice a year at fancy resorts or luxurious airbnbs.

as he gets older and more successful, the trips get better and more frequent.

your 10 year anniversary gift? him buying you a home at home.

eren finds the way you eat fruit with no fork adorable. he loves your brown doe eyes staring up at him accompanied by your sticky mouth.

“what?” you question, looking up at eren from your beach chair, mango in hand.

“nothing baby,” he smiles, bending down to grab a wet-wipe from your picnic blanket, “you just devour fruit like a bulldozer.”

“do not.” you protest, and despite him wiping your hands down his gaze is still set straight on you. there’s a slight breeze passing by, and his green eyes peer at you though his waving hair.

“stop looking at me like i’m that mango.”

“am not!” you protest again as he moved onto wiping your mouth and cheeks, knowing damn well you’re about to jump his bones in the hotel room later.

he loves your mango, grapefruit and pineapple fed pussy, he swears it makes you taste sweeter. before you, eren never came home craving his girl’s pussy like a meal. but yours? you have to claw him off you.

this time, eren’s taken you to jamaica, one of the carribean islands you actually haven’t been to yet. he pulls the rented jeep into the drive way of your two’s airbnb, coming home to feed you the breakfast you sent him to the market for.

“hi ren baby. did you get it?” your brown eyes and coily hair peek up at him from your book from your place on the couch when he turns the corner into the living room.

“mhm.” he nods simply, holding up the brown paper bag in his hand to show you.

but he’s craving a different meal.

“ohhh good! the utensils and plates here are so so cute, i think the host even left wine. is it too early to day drin- baby?” you question, distracted at the way he pulls at your hips and cuts you off with an absolutely nasty kiss.

“i need to be fed too,” eren says, briefly breaking the kiss, his hands sneaking into your tiny panties and toying with your clit. you know he isn’t talking about his own meal in the bag.

two of his fingers slide up and down your hole, collecting your slick, then slowly penetrates your tight ring.

“mmmm,” you let out a cat-like purr as his fingers slide deeper into you, moving up and down, riding, and he knows the perfect balance of thrusting to please you.

he’s swallowing all of your pretty moans, tasting the chapstick off your lips as he’s attacking at your lips, then your jaw. your neck. your collarbones. until he’s laid you down and pulling your cropped cami top up to get at the valley between your breasts.

he’s humming out appreciatively against your skin, tasting the soft reminants of your shea butter from a shower the night before. he travels, just a little, but cruelly ignores your hard nipples pointing up for him. he disconnects from your breasts with a squelch, sitting back up to pull off your panties and lay down beneath you.

“what’s gotten into you, rennie?” you ask, a little breathless between movements.

“nothing sweetheart. now sit,” he demands, pulling you up onto his chest.

“wait. let me touch you?” he doesn’t object and you go straight for it, sliding down his sweats and eagerly pulling out his coated dick. there’s two beads of pre still going down his shaft when you lean down to lick and start to suck on him, he slaps your ass.

“i’m eating. if you’re going to touch and distract me, hands only.”

and you do. scooting back more so your cunt hovers over his face, wrapping your fist around his cock. he pulls you down and begins licking at your cunt.

eren shakes his head lightly, pressing his tongue into you and passing over your clit a few times so deliciously, the downright nasty sounds of him slurping at your cunt making you clench around nothing. while his tongue travels back up to your leaking hole, he closes his lips around your cunt too, sucking.

“s-so good baby,” you praise, then get caught off guard by him prodding his tongue at your entrance and penetrating you.

and eren’s tounge is thick. not absolutely abnormal, but definitely matches his 6’4 height.

the repeated feeling of his muscle penetrating you sends you spiraling, tightening your grip around his shaft trying to ground yourself. with every in and out motion, more of your slick is pushed out and down his throat.

eren is addicted to feeling you come on his tongue instead of his dick, something about you creaming on his face? does it for him.

you’d think it’d be the way your hands swivel around his shaft that’d send him spurting sticky while liquid up around your hands but instead, it’s the way your hips jerk in their up and down motion while you cum, your ass jiggling on his face.

“ima.. ima cum eren.. i’m cummin’” hence the stuttering of your hips and your breathy, choked out moans. he wraps his arms around your thighs, burying his face further into your cunt.

“yeah princess?” he asks rhetorically, softly slapping at and jiggling your thighs, “do it baby. keep cumming on my face.”

“hah- fuckkk rennn..” you’re mewling, riding out your orgasm on your mans unfaltering tongue, drinking in the vibration of his words against your cunt.

“you’re such a sweet girl. my sweet girl.” he says, gazing up at you as you’ve now scooted down and are sitting on his chest. he doesn’t protest at way you leak down his abs.

“am i?” you return a dopey smile, flopping over ontop of him.

one of his arms wrap around you waist, rubbing soothingly at your bare ass while the other softly rubs at your scalp.

he doesn’t reply, instead you’re left to listen to the beat of his heart and rise and fall of his chest as you two share radiated body heat. you’re close enough to the ocean to hear the waves in the distance.

“.. okay, now can we eat?” you ask, breaking the silence, gazing at the forgotten food on the side table.

eren loves traveling with you, you grabbing him by the hand and leading the way. he’ll follow you anywhere.

“it’s a type of spanish lime but TECHNICALLY, but it’s more like a grape. it’s called kenip.” you inform him, tapping his shoulder indicating he could put you down now.

he puts you back down on the sand, having previously had you on his shoulder so you could pick the fruit from a tree growing on the beach.

he just stares up at you with the biggest eyes of admiration as you peel and hand feed him a handful.

“you like it?”

“yeah. i like you.”

“the stupid limes that are actually grapes, big head.”

“those too.”

he does like you. he loves you. his little caribbean girlfriend who’s smile glows the brightest when she’s taken to the beach. who cries in disdain when he gets fruit from the supermarket and not the farmers market. who’s vibrant dark skin, which he’s in awe by, enhances in the summer.

he loves you.

[mayullla]

In Diluc's old scenario in the doll au, there was a kidnapping incident. Brainrot about how it was the one day wherein MC did not bring any of the dolls with her to the playground. Brainrot on how the dolls find her, save her, and distribute "justice" on the imbeciles that dared take her. I can see that as the first time some of them came close to being a real person for a moment (maybe Diluc and Kaeya since it was originally their scenario), as they covered MC's eyes and ears while humming a lullaby to soothe her to sleep. I wanna know how each of the dolls would enact their wrath, though we all know it would end the same lmao

☆Starlight Anon

Ohhh lmao hmmm well it wasn't on purpose when you left your dolls. You were sound asleep early in the morning when your parents came to your room to get you ready to head to your aunt's home. Yet instead of waking you up your father just couldn't bare to wake you up like this when you were so peaceful in your dreams. Not when you are also gonna sleep in the car.

Taking you in his arms care not to wake you up he took you away, as eyes watched him close the door of your room.

It wasn't like it was supposed to happen, dear your parents were so frightened. Your father was sensitive as he burst into anger when the police told him that you definitely weren't at the market. "OF COURSE SHE ISN'T! I TOLD YOU I LOOKED EVERYWHERE FOR HER!!" Your father yelled, and your mother was crying in the background supported by your aunt.

It was just a moment when they removed their eyes from you. Your aunt wanted them to head to the market for a moment just to pick up one or two groceries. And you who were awake and inside the pushcart, you were angry that your parents didn't bring your dolls with you, your hands crossed you stayed still in the cart.

Your lying form in the back of the kidnapper's car, the car speeding away from the mart. You were forced asleep, the man creeping both behind your parents' back and yours.

This kidnapper shouldn't have don't that.

Now it depends on who gets to you first really... well more like it depends on who gets to the kidnapper first. It was a kind of sense that these dolls have or maybe their eyes were already watching you from the start.

The kidnapper had just moved you to an abandoned storage building planning to sell you to whoever was coming. When they hear the sounds of movement. It wasn't human steps, they were too small probably mice than anything but it already didn't feel right.

Each doll has its unique punishments yet not one of them was kind. If Kazuha was the one who got to the kidnapper it would have felt that the wind was slashing the kidnapper into small yet somewhat deep cuts in his skin. The kidnapper would stare at their skin as they blink to see blood leaking from the cuts all over their body and then blink again to see that nothing was there yet... the pain was still there.

Suffocation as you feel your skin ripping, it was as if it was getting sucked into a black hole. The kidnapper would feel like their muscles were exposed as they begged for help but no one could hear him as his voice could create no sound. It was unusual for Venti to reach the kidnapper first as even before Zhongli was the one who would always get to someone or something before him. He was usually the one humming tunes in your ears, to cover your eyes away from the gore if it were to happen so. (Not that it happened before, you the center of bad luck would never remember them nor will anyone but lifeless eyes.)

Childe and Xiao would be similar if they were allowed to kill the man, they usually overdo it sometimes. As the kidnapper had to deal with monsters either ripping them piece by piece or another kind of monster stabbing spears into the person twisting and turning the spears that were deep in the wounds.

It was never real, most of the time if they could it would have been. They would never allow the kidnapper to be killed so soon, but it felt just as real if not more painful than reality. This wasn't fair nor it was just. How boulders would crush every bone in their body yet their body could constantly generate itself only to be crushed again. How fire would burn every single part of their body leaving him nothing more than a blackened corps barely breathing. How water drowned them, a rope tied to their neck dragging them deeper and deeper into the water as they stare up into the surface begging to be released from it.

Skin having boils or greenish slush bubbles started to grow to start from the legs, then to the hands, body, face then the neck. As they hear a thrilled laughing sound or dead eyes looking at them as if instead of needles it was plants that were the cause of it.

In the end, they just wanted to die, yet they could not... not even if they tried to take out a dagger and try to stab themselves not even when the whole building shook as none of the falling mental roof hit them. It was as if it was on purpose that this was happening yet at the same time they saw it... they saw you so peacefully sleeping on the side a little farther away... safe. In their mind, it just clicked what happened.

You had no recollection of what happened this time again, woke up in your family's arms they cried holding you so tight as if you would disappear again if they did not. You were at the hospital, having to do a small check-up to make sure the kidnapper didn't do anything to you. Looking at your crying parents, you looked to your side to see some of your dolls right beside your bed lying lifelessly on the bedstand all looking at you.

[writer-komaru]

₊˚ପ⊹ Prey of the Snake Eyes (*❦ω❦)/‘˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄

✧Rating: Smut + Slight NonCon

✧Characters: Thirteen

✧Word Count: 2.4k

✧Summary: Your decision to wear matching costumes with Mammon to the Devildom annual Halloween party was the last straw for a certain snake-eyed reaper. One moment you’re playing classic carnival games and winning prizes, the next you’re pulled into a secluded spot in the eerie haired house and shown who you really belong to. Try to keep quiet all you want, she’s not stopping till you’re sobbing loud enough to rattle the walls of the celestial realm.

“This was such a cute idea! But how in the world did you get Levi to help make these for us?” You asked Mammon while happily twirling around in front of the mirror.

“My amazing persuasive skills and a little bit of bribery never hurt anyone,” Mammon chuckled to himself as he rested his arm on your shoulder and joined you in front of the mirror.

“You didn’t hear it from me but you look smokin’ hot as Yoimiya,” he playfully nudges you with his elbow, “Everyone’s gunna be so jealous.”

“Yeah, so very jealous that I'm going with The Arataki Itto, that’s what,” you nudge him back and put your hands on your hips.

“Haha, now that’s a given,” he smirks and combs his fingers through his hair. After a quick laugh at his antics you both rush out of the door to make it to the location on time. This wasn’t your first time going to Devildom’s annual Halloween party, but it was the first time you were not only going with someone but dressing up with them too. Usually you and the rest of the demon brothers go as a group, but this year RAD decided it was a great idea to give out a heavily weighted quiz the day after the party so everyone’s held up in their rooms studying. The only reason you and Mammon are going is because he never really cared about his studies and says ‘he could do it with his eyes closed’ and you completed your studies early. You were honestly very happy you didn’t have to go alone because parties are always more fun with friends. But there's just one thing you feel like you’re forgetting…

“Are you sure we brought everything?” You remarked, looking through your purse as you walked.

“What would we need to bring to a Halloween party besides ourselves?” He laughed it off, taking your hand in his and giving it a squeeze.

“Well I don’t know, maybe things like money, keys to the house, our phones, our tickets-“

“Yeah yeah yeah I get it, I’d be lost without you, what else are ya tryin’ to prove, huh?” He snickered and squeezed your hand again.

“I’m glad you realize it,” you laugh with him and eventually reach the entrance to the event. It’s decorated with vines, fake bats, and cutouts of ghosts and other monsters. It looks a little more cute than scary, though. But the interior is a lot more appealing as you two enter. There’s tons of mini games, other demons in costumes, a corn maze, a haunted house, and even a fountain filled with smoking purple water. This might have just been your imagination but you could have sworn Mammon’s eyes sparkled like bright fireworks at the idea of getting to experience all these attractions with you.

“They fuckin’ got apple bobbin’ too! Come on, we gotta go see!” He excitedly pulled your arm, causing you to yelp as he dragged you towards the buckets of apples. That was until both of you suddenly stopped.

“Huh? What gives?!” Mammon narrows his eyes, ready to square with any insignificant demon pleb that dared to interrupt his private time with you. Instead, he realized he was face to face with a bubbly, smiling face and a pair of sharp, snake-like eyes.

“Why hello again Sheepy and… company?” Thirteen waved to you and gave a curious look to Mammon, “Ohhh, you’re that funny guy who tried using a fishing rod while on the roof to snatch things out of people’s bags! Hahaha, that had me in tears!”

His face lit up in an embarrassed and angry blush, “It was one fucking ti- I mean, HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!”

“Wait mammon you actually tried something like that…?” You raised your eyebrow. You knew he would do anything for some quick Grimm but that seems way too cartoony, even for him.

Thirteen continued giggling, playfully slapping him on the back, “Could have used a better escape plan though! Falling off the roof and into the bushes wasn't the best idea.”

“J-just shut up, would ya?! It’s none of your business!!” He snapped back, pulling you closer to him by the arm.

“Alright fine, I’ve had my fun. And I don’t just come here to embarrass you or something, I came here for the little sheepy over here!~” She flashed you a smirk, causing Mammon’s blood to boil. She caught a glimpse at the hand tucked behind his back and the glimmering gold chains swirling around his fingertips and looked away from you, “But it seems you’re a little occupied at the moment, what a bummer. Guess I’ll just have to wait my turn, Cya around, sheepy!” As she bounded away, she drifted a teasing nail across your chest.

“That reaper girl… ugh, whatever, let’s just ignore her,” Mammon huffed as he motioned you back towards the apple buckets.

Throughout the whole night you couldn’t stop thinking about her, over and over, especially how she touched your chest. Was she trying to hint at something?

“Hey, earth to MC, pay attention! It’s no fun winnin’ if you’re just gonna count every star in the sky all night!” Mammon snapped his fingers in front of your face.

“Huh? What? Oh, sorry my bad. It’s uh, just a beautiful night tonight, I got distracted,” you laughed it off, picking your water gun back up and aiming it right at the target ahead of you.

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say, sore loser- Hey, quit that, you might actually beat me!” He exclaims, trying to fire twice as fast. After a very close match, you managed to come out on top by only a few points, being rewarded with a cute plushie bat with devil horns.

“Ughhh no fair, I shouldn’t have snapped your attention back and taken the free win instead,” he groaned to himself as you two walked away from the booth, hanging his head low dramatically.

“Look who’s the sore loser now?” You smirked, jabbing him in the shoulder.

“Shut it, I’m not a sore loser! Uh- there! See that game over there? First one to get a prize is the real winner! I’m totally going to wipe that shit eating grin off your face!” He points at the high striker game in the distance and sprints over to it. Excited by the challenge, you begin to follow him, only to feel a familiar pair of hands grace your shoulders.

“Huh? What the-!” You gasp as you're suddenly yanked into the haunted house, a mischievous giggle leading the way to a dark, secluded hallway.

“Was the little sheepy surprised?” A pair of bright green snake-like eyes illuminated the darkness. It was… thirteen?

“Huh? Thirteen? What’s this about? Mammon and I were-“ She presses her pointer finger against your lips.

“Shhhhh~ just forget all about that greedy crow. I’m way more fun than he or anyone in all of Devildom, I thought you knew that by now~” she smirks and once again traces a nail down the middle of your chest. You gulp nervously as the thoughts of your… previous encounters imprint themselves back into your mind.

“B-but we… I’m…” Your heart rate and breathing accelerate more and more as the mischievous reaper leans over you, caging you against the wall.

“Don’t be scared, little sheepy. I'm just here to talk, that’s it!~ Then I’ll let ya go, sounds good?” Her sweet voice becomes a low whisper right against your ear, causing a shiver to run straight down your spine. She smirks at your reaction but doesn’t mention it.

“Whenever I see you nowadays, you’re always hanging around those demon brothers. What’s the deal, huh? I know you’re roommates or whatever but come on, don’t tell me you’d rather get pulled around like their dog on a leash than have some fun with little old me,” she pouts playfully, nudging her thigh between your legs, “And don’t think I can’t see the way they look at you. I can tell they want you, they want you more than just roommates or even friends for that matter. It’s almost amusing. Because no matter how much they want you,” she smirks once more and rubs her thigh against your twitching heat, making you release a whine, “You’re aaaaaall mine~”

“T-thirteen, w-we are in public someone will-“ Your heart skips a beat as she chuckles devilishly, an evil smile stretching across her face.

“Someone will see? Is that it? And so what? Just means more demons will finally realize who you belong too. And I’d guess you like that too, huh?” Her eyes narrow as she grabs your hips and slides them harder against his plush thigh. It’s almost humiliating how good she’s making you feel. You bite your lip, turning away from her, doing your best to hold on to your last shreds of dignity in the face of this flirtatious reaper. But you should have already known fighting back against her is pointless.

“Trying to hold back? Think your cute little body can resist? How silly~ You may be a very special and important human but you’re still just a human with normal human weaknesses~” She laughs at your feeble attempts and doubles down, rubbing your poor, twitching sex harder against her thigh and leaning down to litter rushed hickeys down your neck. If you shunted just a bit it wouldn’t take much to confuse her for a succubus.

“Come on little sheepy, just give in so I can show you a better time than that Mammon guy~” She rolled her eyes at the mere mention of his name, “Playing fun carnival games, wearing matching costume, holding hands, Ughh it’s just insufferable… but I’m getting off topic, I can already tell your body has given up~”

You look down at your hips and watch helplessly as you hump against her leg, small pants and gasps leaving your mouth. She was right.

“What will it be? Want me to continue this or do you wanna peace right back over to the demon that isn’t even looking for you? Who will you choose, the pesky little demon boys or your gorgeous and powerful reaper of souls?~” she waited expectedly for your response, her fingertips snaking under your outfit and teasing the edge of your shorts.

You knew leaving Mammon wasn't a very good idea. If he found you like this it might ignite a second war. But the longer she had you pinned against the wall, grinding your aroused sex in just the right ways to make you lose your mind.

“Agh…damn it… I g-give up…” you finally relented, causing an excited giggle to leave her glossy lips.

“Good little sheepy, I knew you’d tap out eventually. You’ve never been able to resist me and you ever will~” she smirks happily before pulling your shorts down to your knees, making you hiss as the cold, musky air of the creepy hallway greets your dripping, clenching pussy.

“Oh my, look at how damn wet you are from just my thigh, it’s so adorable~” she whispers as she traces small patterns over your pulsing clit, sliding down to your fluttering cunt. Her strokes from your twitching hole to your sensitive clit sends your body into a frenzy, shivering and whimpering like a virgin.

“It feels good doesn’t it? I bet those ignorant demon boys could only dream of touching you like this. Hehehe almost makes me wanna snap a pretty picture of your sweet little pussy taking my fingers and slip a copy under each of their doors, just so they know what they're missing~” Her threats fall on deaf ears as she carefully punges two fingers into your cunt, making sure her thumb doesn’t stop massaging your clit. Your hips buck up into her fingers as they prod against your g spot, almost immediately making your head tilt back to release a surprised moan.

“T-thirteeeeennnnghhh, shit, this feels so good…” You whine and arch your back.

“Oh, I can tell~ I’m only using two fingers but you’re acting like I’m splitting you open. Are you close? Ready to cum already?~” she snickered and gave your g spot a firm rub before thrusting her fingers even faster.

“Mmm, fuck, gunna cum, I need to cu-“ Your half lidded eyes flew open as the sounds of echoed footsteps rung out from some here in the haunted house, “S-someone’s her- AGh?!~”

You looked down in fear as three skilled fingers pounded into your pussy and Thirteen’s lips wrapped around your throbbing bud. You knew damn well she could hear those footsteps just as well as you did. Such a troublemaker, through and through. Your orgasm was quickly approaching as the warmth built up more and more in your abdomen, showing no signs of stopping.

“MC?! Damn it, where are you?! Answer me!” Mammon’s worried voice grew closer and closer, footsteps rushing down the opposing hall. All it would take is one turn at the corner and one more thrust against your sweet spot and he would get to witness the sight of his crush cumming all over someone else’s fingers. The image of that lewd scene was both terrifying and hot at the same time, making your stimulated cunt squeeze even tighter.

“Oh?~ Don’t tell me… does the little pure sheepy like the thought of being found with their pussy being fucked? Hehehe, I’ll take your twitches as a yes,” An almost sadistic expression spread across her face from in between your legs. If that look means what you think it means, you were really in for it. A stream of moans rip from your throat as she sucked harshly on your clit, finger fucking you so hard your pussy’s squelching could probably be heard from all the way at the fucking entrance of the haunted house.

“Aaagghh, s-slow do- f-faster… fuckkk, slow D-DOWNNNGHH!~~’” Your body shook pathetically as the dreaded footsteps picked up speed.

“Yeah, keep crying out like a good little sheepy. You’re mine, and no one else’s. Now cum, cum all over my tongue and show Mammon how much better I make you feel~”

The boiling heat in your pussy was far too impossible to hold back any longer, exploding into a spasm of muscles and loud moans as your hot slick spilled into Thirteen’s eager mouth. The horrified look of betrayal on Mammon’s face you caught the glimpse of before your dazed eyes blinked closed is one that will stay permanently engraved in your mind the next time you try to go out with another demon.

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(I took a small break cuz of burn out and I’m ready to keep on writing! Sorry this is a bit short, I had more of a smaller idea going in than I did the other ones. Expect more writing soon <3)

[saintobio]

Omg ok ok hello! I had this huge rant in my head about sy and sn so pls feel free to ignore it, but I love your writing so much and it gives me some STRONG FEELINGS. First of all it surprised me that I like the way you write y/n cuz she doesn't become a "bitch" after the whole deal with Gojo and have some elaborate revenge plan, but she is also not a goody two shoes (even if she stayed with Gojo earlier but she had a lot of external pressure to stay in the marriage). Not that those tropes are necessarily bad but it's just more realistic this way. She's just a person who has been deeply hurt and is trying to do right by others. Even if she has made big mistakes, she still wants to make up for them cuz she's not completely in the right either. Also getting bashed by everyone for trying to make amends/ not following their advice regarding you own life; while very triggering for me (lol) is also just such a natural reaction. Not right, just natural. When things get out of people's hands and they want to blame someone for it, they often go for the one who is actually trying and won't retaliate if for nothing than to just keep the peace. Also wanting people to understand your side of the situation yet feeling undeserving of it at the same time because of your mistakes is UGHHH I feel like you do that so well! It's amazing but genuinely heartbreaking to see how far Satoru has come as a person too. Also when he thinks about how he wants to be a better person for Akemi IT MADE ME WANT TO PUT MY HEAD THROUGH A WALL... cuz WHY COULDN'T HE BE LIKE THAT FOR US!!! At the same time we have moved on without him, so if we are allowed that luxury then why isn't he? It's just so ANGSTY AND SO SO GOOD! Because we love Satoru we always will but he had a chance and he fricked it over terribly! So it would be idiotic to go back to him but at the same time the heart yearns for him. This is a side tangent but whenever any character says "this is not like you", "you have changed, this isn't how you'd act" makes me so MAD lol (maybe bc I am triggered?) But these guys WATCHED MY GIRL GO THROUGH SOME HORRIFIC SHIT AND STILL EXPECT HER TO NOT BE PERMANANTLY AND IRREVERSIBLY CHANGED???!! ;-;; IDK what they want from her oof >.< I do think Akemi is a shitty friend but I can't bring myself to hate her completely. Seeing them together is so ANGER INDUCING AAAAA (and her wanting a family with him is fine BUT THIS EARLY?!JUST AFTER ADMITTING YOU FEEL "SORRY" FOR BETRAYING US?! IT MAKES ME WANNA HURL HER TRHOUGH CONCRETE) but at the same time Satoru and Akemi both deserve someone who can love them. It feels hypocritical to be angry when we ourselves told him to move on and find someone who can love him the way he deserves. It's just very very shitty it had to be them. Sera is also such an interesting character. She has a lot of traits that I admire a lot. Her resourcefulness and complete and utter pride/confidence and being unashamed to ask for things/ stand up for herself (even when she is wrong) is something I wish I had sometimes. Still wanna stick her head through a toilet tho and yet when a person who slept with a married man can see the bloody violation of girls' code that is sleeping with your bff's EX HUSBAND oh BOY you should KNOW SOMETHING IS WRONG. I have no strong feelings for Toji (cuz I don't like him much anyways but that's just personal bias XD )but I do think his anger and frustration is well founded especially since he runs over whenever the reader needs him. He's so supportive and invested and honestly he deserves someone who can give that back to him. It's kinda sad but then again I don't like him much to begin with lol.

OH AND THE ENDING OF THE LAST CHAPTER IS SOOOOO PAINFUL. To always be the second choice even for YOUR SON OHHH MAN I'D RATHER YOU PUT A KNIFE THROUGH MY HEART ;-;

All in all I hate how much I love this series and love to hate these characters and take out my repressed anger on them cuz I can't do that irl. This series is my Roman Empire lol. It's so painful, yet so beautiful and it makes you FEEL so many things and yet hold out hope for things to become better. I love this, love you and your writing- ok mwah bye bye (and thank you if you read this rant put together by my post nap, barely coherent brain) I have so much more that I want to say. I can write essays about this series and how it uses so many technically "cliche" tropes but it is anything but cliche . Truly some of the best angst I have read like ever!

oh wow !! i don’t even know what to say, this feels like such a comprehensive review of the sy series sdksks but i think many readers could definitely relate with some of ur points here :D this is such a nice perspective to read, thank you so much for sharing and tysm for reading sn/sy aaaaa i’m happy u enjoy the angst as much as i do <3

[megumichanxxx]

Zayne: Morning Afterglow

Pairings: Zayne x OC

Genre: Smut ❗nsfw 18+, mdni

A/N: This is my first time doing smut.

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"Mmmm..."

The moan escaped her lips. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, but the sound had already left her mouth.

She hoped the sound of the shower would muffle her voice. It was risky to do this. It was wrong and dirty to do it in the shower at his place. She felt bad and guilty. He would be home any time soon.

But the pleasure was too good to ignore.

"Oh, fuck..."

Her hand moved faster. She rubbed her clit with her fingers. She imagined him touching her. His hands were rough, yet gentle. He would know how to please her. He would know where to touch her. He would make her moan.

"Ohhh, Zayne..."

She moaned his name. She couldn't help it. She needed him. She is craving for him. Her mind was foggy. Her body was on fire.

"Mmmm..."

The moan escaped her lips. Her breathing quickened. Her legs trembled.

"Zayne, I need you..." Her soft cry followed. She arched her back, her hand reaching down to where the pleasure was building. Her fingers danced, and her mind filled with the image of his face and body. She couldn't help herself. She was too aroused and needy.

Her body was screaming for him. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted him to thrust himself into her, over and over, until she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted him to fill her up with his hot seed and make her scream his name.

But there was no one there. Only the sound of the shower could be heard, and her own moans and groans. She was alone, touching herself, imagining his hands on her.

It was dirty, and she knew it. But it felt so good. She couldn't stop herself. She couldn't resist the temptation.

As her fingers worked faster and faster, her mind drifted away. She could see him standing in front of her, his eyes filled with lust. She could feel his hands on her breasts, his lips on her neck, his cock inside her.

"Oh, Zayne..."

She moaned his name again. She wanted him to touch her, to make her feel good. She wanted him to fuck her hard and fast.

As her fingers moved faster and faster, her breathing quickened. Her legs trembled. Her body was on fire.

"Yes... please, baby..."

It was dangerous to call him that, but the name had escaped her mouth.

"Please, Zayne... yes, baby..."

But she had to have it.

The pleasure. The ecstasy. The bliss.

She was so close. She could feel it. Her body was trembling, her heart racing, her skin hot. She needed him. She needed him so badly. She couldn't stop herself.

"Yes... Yes, please..."

Her breath hitched. Her heart pounded. The pleasure was so intense.

"Please... Zayne, I need it..."

"Need what?"

Skye's eyes shot open.

Her breath caught in her throat.

There he was.

She gasped, her hands quickly moving away from her body. She turned around, her eyes wide with panic.

He stood in the bathroom doorway, his muscular body leaning against the frame. His arms were folded. His eyes moved up and down her body. Skye couldn't figure out his emotions. He wasn't smiling, or frowning. He didn't seem mad, or angry.

"Zayne!" She gasped, covering herself with her arms. "What are you doing here?!"

Skye quickly hid her body behind the shower curtain. She was still breathing heavily and her heart was pounding really loud. She was sure he could hear it.

She couldn't believe it.

This couldn't be happening.

She had been so close. So close.

And now...

She was so embarrassed.

Zayne had caught her masturbating in his shower.

He stood there, watching her, as she tried to hide her body. She is mortified. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. She wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.

Zayne hadn't said anything. He just stood there. Hiis eyes moving up and down her body. Skye couldn't read his emotions.

"I thought you weren't getting enough sleep. It's too early for you to be up", he said. His tone was completely neutral. He then walked towards her.

"Uhm, I uh- I got up early. I thought I could go to the store and grab some things for breakfast and return before you are. After I shower.", she mumbled.

She couldn't look at him.

Zayne's neutral face breaks and he smiles. He then says almost sarcastically, "I see that you got a very exciting start to your day." He chuckles. He then looks down at his watch for a second and then up at her again.

"You're not going to the store now, are you?", he asks.

She shakes her head. She's not sure what else to say.

 "Ahh -- you've gone out of your hospital shift early." She tried to change the subject.

Zayne looks at her with an amused grin on his face. He stands there for a moment, enjoying the view of her flushed face and exposed body. He finally speaks up, seeming a bit teasing as well.

"So, are you done with the shower?"

He was now looking directly at her face. She was still mortified, but the embarrassment was starting to fade. She nodded, unable to speak.

Zayne's gaze lingers on her as his teasing smile slowly turns into a more genuine one. He walks over to Skye and gently takes her arm in his hand. She pulled her in so that their bodies are close together. His fingers started caressing her skin. His thumb traced along her jawline.

Skye felt her cheeks grow warm. Her breath caught in her throat. Her body began to tingle with anticipation.

"Mm, you seem to be blushing quite a lot.." Zayne comments as his gaze is now locked to her face. He stares at her for a brief moment as a smirk slowly begins to form. A smirk that was quite familiar to Skye. It was the same one he would do anytime he was about to tease or annoy her.

"But I see that you had quite a... rather busy morning." Zayne chuckled, his thumb gently tracing her jawline. He savored the sight of her cheeks flushing, taking his time to enjoy it. "Are your fingers getting ahead of yourself?"

She gulped. Her cheeks grew even warmer, her heartbeat quickening.

She felt like she was going to explode. Her body was trembling, her core growing hotter by the second. Her breathing grew heavy.

Zayne could see the way her chest began to rise and fall heavily. He noticed she was trying to hide her blush and that her body was trembling slightly under his touch.

"Someone seems so... hot" Zayne teased gently, his thumb slowly brushing across her bottom lip. His eyes were staring straight into hers. "And I'm guessing the cold shower isn't helping?"

Skye swallowed hard, trying not to let her voice shake.

"N-no." She managed to stutter.

Zayne chuckled lightly, a wicked gleam flashing across his eyes. "Well, you better be careful. We don't want you fainting in the shower, do we?"

He leaned closer to her, his lips brushing against hers. His warm breath and masculine perfume filled her nostrils as she became overwhelmed with sensations. Their bodies were still standing under the shower.The lust was building up between them.

Zayne's rough fingers moved down her body, trailing his fingers over her skin and her curves. His hand reached down to her waist. He squeezed gently, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

Skye whimpered softly, her hips instinctively bucking forward.

Zayne smiled softly as he felt her body press up against him. His hands were tightening on her hips as he pushed himself against her. His breath quickened from the arousal. His own body trembling as he felt her body pressed up against his.

Skye's heart began racing even faster as her body reacted instinctively. Her breathing grew heavier and her mind raced as the adrenaline coursed through her veins.

His lips moved down, kissing her neck. He then continued teasingly running his lips down to her collarbone, then moving them back up again to her ear.

Skye moaned, her hands gripping the shower curtain .

"Mmmm..."

She closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip.

His lips are now trailing down her neck, causing her breath to hitch and her body to shiver with every touch.

His mouth is moving slowly, taking its time. His tongue moves against her skin, licking and teasing her. His teeth grazed against her chest, sending a shiver of pleasure throughout her entire body.

She moaned loudly, arching her back and pushing her chest into his. Her nipples hardened instantly.

Zayne smiled to himself, enjoying her reactions.

Zayne moaned softly at her response to his touch.The warmth of her skin drew a soft, involuntary groan from him. His fingers tightened on her hip. His other hand gripped her breast as he gently kneaded it. His fingertips circled her nipple, causing her to arch her back more. Her breath became sharp and shallow.

She gasped, her eyes fluttering open.

Zayne chuckled, his hands gripping her waist even more as his body pressed against her.

"Oh god, Zayne..."

"Shhh..." Zayne breathed, taking a moment to let the overwhelming sensation consume him as he bit his lower lip at the sound of her voice.

His hands gripped her more tightly. The muscles in his arms and chest tense as the heat of her skin radiated against his body. His fingers tightened on her nipple, his mouth moving back to her neck.His lips softly kissed and sucked on her sensitive flesh. But then, his teeth suddenly bit it down, sending a surge of pain through her.

She cried out, a flash of shock and desire rushing through her body.

Zayne smiled to himself as he heard her cry. This reaction was exactly what he wanted, the rush of pleasure and pain that flooded her and him. He kept his teeth nipped at her sensitive skin, feeling her body react to his. One of his hands continued squeezing her breast as he moved his free hand to her soft thighs. 

His lips moved back to her mouth.His tongue flicked her lips, teasing her, before slipping inside her..

Skye groaned as her tongue met his, swirling together in a passionate embrace.

"Zayne..." She gasped as she felt his fingers stroked her inner thigh, brushing past her folds. She moaned, her back arching involuntarily.

His fingers traced her thigh softly, feeling almost like butterfly kisses.He gently stroked and teased her as he continued kissing her deeply.

"Mm..." Zayne's breath quickened. His fingers kept moving, trailing down her inner thigh, teasingly close to her fold before moving away. His other hand moved to her ass, grabbing and squeezing it.

Skye moaned, her head falling back, her eyes rolling back. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly.

"You're driving me crazy."

Zayne murmured, his lips moving back to her neck, licking and nibbling.

His mouth moved to her ear, whispering hotly, "I'm gonna fuck you right here, right now."

"Oh god, yes.." Skye whispered, her voice trembling as she felt his erection pressing against her.

"Turn around. And lean forward."

She quickly did as he instructed. She heard him unzipping his pants. The sound of the condom being unwrapped. She gulped. Zayne then positioned himself behind her. His fingers ran through her hair, tugging lightly.

"I'm going to take you right here, right now." He said, his voice deep and husky.

"Yes, please..." 

His hands slid down her back. She let out a breathy moan

"Mmmm."

He moved his cock closer, his fingers reaching around to grip her hips tightly. He then continued rubbing his erection against her, coating her with his precum.

"Oh fuck.." Skye moaned, her hands clenching and her body trembling.

Zayne moved his hands from her hips and began stroking his length. His breathing quickened.

He pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance, his hands gripping her tightly.

"Please..." Skye whimpered, her eyes rolling back.

"Oh, god.."

Zayne's voice was deep and raspy, filled with lust.

"Fuck, baby."

His grip on her tightened as he pushed forward.

"Zayne!" The sensation was so intense. There wasn’t a feeling she didn’t feel. His every movement made her heart race. It made her body groan. She was so turned on as she trembled, arching her back and letting out a few more moans. “Oh god... Zayne.” she breathed out as her legs trembled more.

His thrusts are slow and deliberate, filling her up completely. He moaned as his body moved against hers. His lips trailing up on her shoulder unto her nape.

"Fuck.." He whispered into her ear.

His body began to tremble as well, his hands gripping her tighter.

He could feel her walls clench around him. His moans turned into groans and he bit down hard on her shoulder.

His hands slid from her hips down to her thighs.

"Mmm.." Skye moaned..

"You're so fucking tight."

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum, Zayne."

Her moans increased in volume. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably. He groaned loudly, as he felt his head spinning and his breathing became heavy.

Zayne's face contorted with desire as he continued his relentless pace. He savored every moan and twitch from Skye. Feeling her walls clenching around him signaling the impending climax for both of them.

"I'm gonna cum!" Skye moaned, her whole body shaking as the orgasm ripped through her.

"I'm gonna cum, too..."

Zayne grunted, his hips slamming against hers as he shot his seed deep inside her. Skye's body tense and shudders beneath him. His cock twitched inside her, pulsing with warmth and life as he emptied himself into her welcoming depths. The force of his orgasm made his vision blur briefly..

They were both panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Zayne leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back. His forehead rested on her shoulder. Skye gasped for air. Her body was still trembling from the intense pleasure. She felt lightheaded, her pulse pounding in her ears.

She closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath. She could feel her heart beating rapidly. She could smell the sex on her skin. She straightened up from her position and looked at him. He was just as disheveled as she was. His hair was damp and matted with sweat. His eyes were half-closed and glazed over. His mouth was open. His breath ragged.

Zayne leaned into her and kissed her passionately. His tongue slipped between her lips and brushed against hers. She moaned into his mouth.

Then, they broke apart and stared at each other. Zayne's breathing had slowed down a bit. His gaze was intense.

Skye looked away, her cheeks flushed.

Zayne reached over and cupped her cheek. His thumb caressed her jawline. His fingers brushed her earlobe.

"Are you okay?" He whispered.

Skye nodded, her eyes still averted.

Zayne's hand moved down her face, resting on her throat. He placed his lips on hers, kissing her gently.

He pulled away from her, smiling softly.

"I hope that you are hungry. Let's get cleaned up. We'll talk after breakfast."

[misc-obeyme]

I'm always brain rotting about really silly things like food, fashion, and transportation in the devildom compared to the human world. world building i suppose?

but how do you think the spice levels compare? like there's different types of spicy, and the devildom for sure has spicier stuff. But i wonder how spicy it is. Like Mammon's hell sauce noodles...

I'm thinking about this because my mom cooked dinner, and she always makes separate food for me and my little brothers if she's using chiles (in this case it was just meat cooked without the spicy sauce). and i tried some because I'm trying to finally build my tolerance and I was dying at the first bite 😭 tastes so good though. she gave me a surprised look when i added more spicy food to my plate

i already know mammon would make me try spicy things for shits and giggles, or new foods because I'm a picky eater. Also there's a saying/joke in Spanish where people will ask if you were angry while making something if it's too spicy lmao.

I haven't been too active because I've been busy working early shifts and training in framing at my old store (forgot to set my alarms the last two days), but tomorrow I'm off, and going to ihop and bookstores with my friend !! she's trying to finish her current read so we can buddy read King of Wrath together (king of sloth comes out soon). I'M SO EXICTED

Anyway i hope you're having a good day/night, and I'm very excited for the anniversary banner. May everyone's boys come home 🙏

- ✨ anon

Ohhh yessss I love worldbuilding! And there's so much they leave out, there's plenty of stuff we can fill in, which is always fun.

Okay so spice levels, apparently it really depends on the individual as to how spicy something truly is. This is because humans at least have the ability to make themselves less sensitive to capsaicinoids, which is what they call plants with capsaicin in them. That's the spicy, I think they evolved with it to prevent predators from eating them, but humans were like nope we'll just get used to it!

Anyway, I think this is relevant because it's going to depend on whether or not demons also have that ability or if it's different for them biologically. Like okay, if humans eat enough capsaicin, over time they become partly immune to it, which is why some people can eat really spicy food and other people can't. I think some of that might also just be genetics... like some people might be born more resilient to it to begin with. But don't quote me on that lol.

So demons either have a natural immunity (not completely though because they clearly can still taste the spice, it's just much less) or they also have the ability to desensitize themselves to it.

I like to think it's a bit of both just like it is in humans, but demons have a higher tolerance level to start with. And they all have it. Because they're demons and that just feels right, you know?

But I also think it'd be interesting to consider that the tongues of demons are made of different stuff than the tongues of humans. Or that there are some demons who have tongues that are more scaly or something. Just because that'd be fun lol.

Anyway, I think the spice levels in the Devildom are probably pretty high. I like to think that Mammon has an especially high tolerance due to the fact that those spicy hell sauce noodles are his favorite. You know he eats them all the time and if they can also build tolerance, he must be super used to it by now.

I definitely think he'd make you eat spicy food lol. That's just how spicy food lover are, too. I'm also extremely sensitive to spicy foods. I've been trying to build up my tolerance, too, so I've been adding some hot sauce to things, but it's nothing compared to my brother in law. His spice tolerance is insane. And he's always like, here try this it's not spicy. I have learned not to believe it.

I love the idea that being angry while cooking makes food spicy.... I feel like there could legit be a spell for that in the Devildom, too.

There you go working all kinds of crazy shifts again... truly Mammon coded lol. I hope you had an amazing day off and enjoyed your time with your friend!! I looove bookstores and pancakes, so that sounds like an excellent time!

I hope you're having a lovely day/night as well! And YES I too am quite excited about the HDD~ spreading all the love & luck to all to get their faves~

[lilykatelyn-blog]

niki finds out that reader got into a fight with the girl that was hitting on him? reader beats the girls ass 😍

yessss. go (name), fuck that girl uppp. At this point my blog is gonna be a Riki blog, and I’m happy abt that.

❀Jealousy, Jealousy❀

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pairing: riki x reader

genre: angst, fluff

summary: someone hits on your boyfriend and you get jealous. but it was just one time right? no. it was 4 fucking times, and that was annoying, so you beat her ass. naturally he’s worried, and angry.

You and Riki were on a candlelit dinner date, enjoying your 1 year anniversary with food and non-alcoholic drinks. “This is nice, we should do this more of-“ “RIKI!!!” His girl best friend goes running up to him, abandoning her friend group. “heyyy.. (H/N)..” he weakly greets, not very happy to see her. You just softly smiled, it was fake but hid what you really thought of her. “hey, (H/N)..” you softly greeted, taking a sip of water. “Oh. You. You’re still dating her Riki? She’s obviously not good for you, look at her, she’s probably a gold digger, yours too handsome for her, you should-“ “(H/N)! We got a table! C’mon!” Hee friends yelled, saving you. They gave you an apologetic glance, then walked away. Hearing what she said, you started fiddling with your rings.

“c’mon jagi, don’t listen to her. you’re not a gold digger.” “Yeah I guess. I just don’t know why you’re friends with her..” you complained, slowly tearing up at memories of what she has said about you. “Jagiya.. we’ve been friends-“ “since you were a kid and can’t replace her, I know, I know.. let’s just finish dinner, yeah?” You said softly and smiled a bit at the end.

when you got home

“I just don’t understand what you have against her!” He said for the nth time as you entered your apartment. “She has hit on you 4 fucking times now Riki! It’s getting annoying! I don’t understand why you fucking keep her as your friend, because every time she sees me she always tries to put me down in front of you! ‘ohhh, she’s a gold-digger’ or ‘oh, she’s using you for fameee’ OR ‘ohhhhh, she doesn’t want you, she wants Jungwon.’ like what the hell? I don’t want Jungwon, I want you, I’m not a gold digger, I refuse anything too expensive, I don’t want fame, we. are. a. SECRET! She’s just so insuf-“”okay, I’ll talk to her about it. But for now, let’s just get ready for bed, okay?” “..okay,” you did your signature pout as he guided both of you to the bedroom and got ready for bed.

Time skip

you were at school, the usual. Of course, (H/N) went to your school. And the comments just got so annoying. She also started hitting you? Like, gurl, it’s not their fault that they are fucking hot and you are not. Like fuck off, anyways. You just stood there in the empty hall as she hit you, not caring about pain or scars. “You. Fucking. Bitch. Riki. Is. Mine!” She punctuated each word with a hit or a kick. Then yo I waited till she was done, pulled her hair, and proceeded to beat her ass. “Don’t. Call. Me. A. Bitch. You. Fucking. Wannabe.” After that, you went home because, school ended after your little fight and no one paid you guys any attention.

“I’m home!” You yelled in case he got off early, walking into the bedroom to get the first aid kit. “Maybe he’s not home.. good, he won’t see the scars and all.” You concluded, failing to notice that his girl best friend probably called him to complain. You went and patched yourself up as an angry Riki entered the house. “(Name)?” He yelled, only having heard what (H/N) told him. “In the bathroom! I’m decent, I think!” You called to him, trying to quickly patch yourself up. “Did you get into a fight with (H/N) today? Pulling her, and shoving her down the stairs?” He asked. “Yes, but I didn’t shove her down the stairs, or pull her. First see what she did to me, then ask yourself is it as bad as what (H/N) got? Which was just me yelling in her ear and pulling her hair a bit.” He then took one good look at you and saw that it wasn’t anything as bad as what happened to her, that you got it worse. “Oh my god, I am so sorry Jagi. I’ll cut ties with her, I promise.” After that he patched you up and you guys had a movie night and cuddled. You made a mental note to pour water on (H/N) because witches melt. (Evilly sniggering behind the phone)

[callsigndragon]

The Christmas Date | Chapter 5: 'tis the damned season

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)

Wordcount: 3.9k (i had to stop writing bc it kept getting longer and longer)

Summary: Y/n “Athena” Kerner and Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider’s matchmaking plans?

(there won't be smut in this series)

Warnings: prOtectIVE ROOSTER, mentions of having babies, mentions of food, drinks, alcohol, Solo being a fucking asshole and a creep, angry rooster, ROOSTER'S POV AT THE END. (i've probably missed something but please, do tell me and i'll add it to the warnings)

A/N: okay so this is literally turning in something i'm sure nobody expected, but that's why i love it so much. Tell me your opinions about this chapter!

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You are woken up the next morning by a loud, incessant knocking. You open your eyes, blinking a few times before searching for the tiny, red clock on your bedside table. It’s too early for someone to be that energetic. 

“Aunt Thena, Uncle Roos, it’s time to wake up!” Jesse calls you two. 

Looking at the white door, you try to remember if either Rooster or you locked it the night before. The only thing you can recall is being very worried about Rooster’s words and the meaning behind them. 

"Shit," you murmur under your breath, taking one pillow to throw to the man lying on the floor, who is completely unaware of his nephew's plans. “Rooster, get up!” you yell quietly after the pillow hits his face, so only the two of you can hear. 

“Thena, shut up. Let me sleep.” He turns to the other side, and in the meantime, you grab another pillow, preparing to throw it at him, but you don’t get that opportunity. Rooster’s brain registered the sound, causing him to get up from the floor. He throws the blankets he's been using as an improvised mattress over the comforter, and the pillow collides with your face. "Next time, don't throw the pillow,” he complains, “Move over!" 

"I'm already on my side of the bed?" 

"As if I would let my girlfriend sleep on the side closest to the door." He grumbles, grabbing you by the waist and moving you to the other side of the bed, which is near the window.He moves to the side of the bed where you have been sleeping these last two days and lies down.  

Jesse pushes the door open. He’s giggling and quickly making a beeline towards your bed. 

"Good morning, Jesse," says the older man, his voice low and husky as he has just awoken. 

"Why are you sleeping in the same bed?" your nephew questions. 

You look at Rooster, his worried eyes moving to yours in an instant. He doesn't want to lie to Jesse. You don't want either, but it's important that everybody believes that this relationship is real. 

"Uncle Roos and Aunt Thena are dating, peanut" 

"Ohhh, she's your girlfriend?" inquires the kid. 

"Yes, buddy. Thena is my girlfriend" 

"Kiss her!" 

"What?" Rooster deadpans. You just sit there, looking at the exchange between the two of them. 

"Kiss her," Jesse insists. "I wanna see you kiss" 

"C'mon, pal, we've got to go down and have breakfast." Bradley leaves the kid on the bed, looking at you. “We told Sarah we were doing pancakes this morning”

“Oh, it's true. And then we’re gonna decorate the tree!” you say, clapping your hands. There’s something blissful about being around the tree with the family, Jesse singing carols with Sarah, Iceman, and Mav arguing to see where the F-14 models should be hung... Just a normal Christmas. 

“But can I see you kiss? Please” you look at your fake boyfriend, knowing that there is no way you can get out of this situation without kissing him. 

"C'mere" you say, moving closer to Rooster and whispering low enough for him to hear. "Just a quick peck, it won't kill you" 

He nods, leaning down to press his lips softly against yours. It's not a proper kiss. It feels like a tender peck between toddlers. But there's a warm feeling inside you, something you cannot quite understand, that makes you want to smile when you pull away. But the smile never reaches your mouth because of what you see in front of you. 

Rooster's eyes are closed. 

Closed. 

Who closes his eyes for a peck? 

Does he think you're so ugly that he has to close his eyes to accept the kiss? 

Jesse's clapping hands snap you out of your thoughts. "I don't remember Mom and Dad kissing. Now I can remember Uncle Roos and Aunt Thena kissing" he explains, getting up from the bed and going downstairs to get ready for the pancakes. 

"We're such bad godparents..." you mutter, sitting in bed, hiding your face behind your hands. 

Rooster kneels in front of you, moving your hands away and holding them between his. "Hey, think about this. We will not be angry with each other when this ends because it's not real. It will be the same, he's not going to be in the middle. It's not like we're gonna get a divorce, okay?" 

You nod, squeezing Rooster's hand. "Thank you" 

"Now help me get those pancakes done, or I will add salt instead of sugar" 

You get up, following Rooster to the kitchen. "It wouldn't be the first time." 

Once all the pancakes have been done, you sit next to Rooster, stealing the chocolate from him. Your pancakes always have chocolate on them. 

"You have such a sweet tooth," Bradley comments, smiling a bit at the amount of chocolate on your plate. 

"And I'm proud of it," you retort, making him chuckle. This has to be the most peaceful conversation you've ever had with him. 

"I don't want to know how your kids will turn out," Sarah laughs, causing you to cough and Rooster to pat your back to relieve the coughing. 

"Kids?" he questions, his voice raising an octave. 

"It seems like a pretty serious relationship to me, you sure are thinking about the future," she continues. "How many kids are you gonna have, Y/n?"

"Mom, leave them be," Becca cuts in, trying to avoid the topic. 

"Honey, I need to know if I'm going to have more grandsons! Your brother told me yesterday that he doesn't want to be a father," Sarah says, nodding to Nick, who shakes his head, as if confirming that his future does not include children. "And you don't want to marry again, so they are my last chance!" 

"Darling, you shouldn't be asking those questions." Iceman shakes his head, pushing his plate away from him. 

"Tom, I want to be a grandma again. "I only have a grandson," she insists, you can only concentrate on the pancake in front of you. 

"I hate to be the one to break it to you, but none of them have any obligation to give you kids." Tom is getting angry; his smile dropped long ago, and he's gritting his teeth, making the jaw muscles very visible. 

"I raised them! They call me Aunt Sarah" 

"No. Terry raised Y/n, Carole raised Bradley. We just took care of them when Terry decided to leave her life behind and move to New York, and Carole... Damn, why are you making me say all of this out loud? Sarah you're acting like a child" 

There are tears in your eyes. Your mom and dad... They waited until you turned 18 to get a divorce. You couldn't blame any of them; you've seen during your childhood how the two of them became strangers living under the same roof. There were heated arguments, some crying, some yelling, and the occasional object thrown by your mom to make her point valid, and most of the time it was you who had to collect all the broken pieces of a vase or buy a new picture frame for the photo that your mom used to make Slider feel guilty. 

It was a picture of the three of you from the day you were born. 

They're not bad parents... but being around each other turned them into toxic, harmful individuals. Iceman told you once that there are some perfect couples that, once they get married, end up hating each other.

The divorce made them better parents. Your dad took more interest in your life and became more supportive. Your mom called you every week, genuinely interested in everything you were achieving by yourself. Before that, you felt like an object that they used to argue about. When they were thousands of miles apart, you felt like a person again. 

"Sarah, my daughter will do whatever she wants to do," your dad snaps, tired of the topic and how it's making you lower your head more and more. 

You're glad that your dad has your back now, even though he wasn't there in the past. He's trying to fix all the mistakes he made, and you know it. 

But some things are easy to forgive and hard to forget. 

"Thank you, dad," you try to smile, but Slider's expression indicates that he, too, is concerned about the future of this relationship. 

Rooster sighs, letting the fork fall on the plate, the sound startling all of you. "Listen, I'm gonna say this once, and only once. Whatever we decide to do with our relationship, it's our call. You don't have anything to say or comment about what we do, what we don't, or how we do it. I don't know if we're going to marry or if this is going to end in a year or tomorrow, but all you need to care about is that I love her, that I care for her, and that I will never do anything to hurt her. Thanks for the pancakes, fly girl," he says, getting up, kissing your head, and leaving the house. 

"I'll go talk to him," Mav offers, but you get up before him, excusing yourself and following him outside. 

"Roos?" 

"I'm here," he says, and you follow his voice to one of the porch benches. You sit next to him, remaining silent for a few seconds. "I'm sorry" 

"It's not your fault" 

"C'mon, Thena. You can be angry. They asked you about babies. Babies!” 

“Rooster, it’s not that big of a deal” you claim, but the truth is that it has affected you a bit. Sarah was treating you like a walking incubator for a second. As if having children was something you owed anyone. 

“Are you okay?” he whispers.

“You know, I've never...” you begin, only to be interrupted by him. 

“Don’t have to explain anything to me, or anyone else. You don’t owe anything to any of them. For fuck’s sake, if she wants a baby so bad, I’ll get her a dog” he jokes, making you smile a bit. 

“You know, the dog will probably try to jump over the fence the same day you bring it home” 

He chuckles, moving his hand to your knee and squeezing it softly. “Look at that smile, that’s my Grouchy”

You groan, punching his shoulder. “You were doing so good for a second, I almost thought you were being a normal human being for once” 

“I’m a normal human” he argues, getting up from the bench and moving to the door. 

“Last time I checked, you were a freaking chicken," you say as you walk inside, searching for Jesse. You have to decorate the tree before getting ready to see Mandy and Solo. 

When it rains, it pours.

“How the fuck do you wear a suit better than most men?” Rooster questions, opening the door of the car for you. From where you are, you can see the pub and some familiar faces here and there. 

Mandy had texted Rooster early in the afternoon, when you were finishing with all the Christmas decorations inside the house, to tell him that Solo thought going to dinner after some drinks at the pub would be a good idea. So he had made a reservation. 

You nearly choked Rooster with a Christmas garland. He never blocked Mandy's number? A complete idiot.

“It’s a natural talent,” you brag, getting out of the car and buttoning the jacket up. It’s one of Becca’s suits that she wears on special occasions. You didn’t bring clothes for a social gathering like this, and she was more than happy to lend you something. 

“You look really good. Mandy’s gonna be mad” he states, offering you his hand. He’s opted for a more mature look than the one he’s used to, with some black slacks, a black shirt, and a leather jacket. 

“Well, I'd be mad too if my ex entered the bar with a new girl and looked like that,” you say, moving your hand up and down to signal his outfit. 

"Wait, is that a compliment?” he raises an eyebrow, incredulity in his voice. 

“Treasure it, you won’t hear another one from me anytime soon” 

Rooster locks the car and grabs your hand, walking towards the pub. He stops at the door. “Is PDA an option?” 

“Make her pay, Bradshaw,” you agree, opening the door and walking inside. Rooster's hand finds its place on the small of your back, moving to your hip once you see Mandy and Solo in one of the booths. "Lord, I can see her cleavage from here," you whisper, looking at him. You're thankful they haven't seen you yet. 

"She's showing her most interesting personality traits," he mutters, making you burst out laughing. He kisses your temple. "C'mon, you're doing me a great favor here. But if Solo says something, we're leaving" 

"Rooster, I can handle it now," you try to persuade him, but he refuses. 

"First, you don't need to handle unsolicited, disgusting compliments from him. And second, it's my job to make you angry. I won't let him take that from me" 

You elbow him in the stomach. "I can always leave, you know?" 

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, his face contorted in pain. "Please, don't go"

"I never thought you were one to beg" 

"Shut up, princess" 

And it's back. That damned pet name. Why does he call you like that? It's not the name, it's how he says it. How it feels to be embedded with other feelings. Mockery. Loathe. Reproach. 

You don't deserve any of them.  

"Y/n! Bradley! Over here" yells Mandy over the crowd. She waves at you, smiling. 

"Why are they sitting on different sides of the table?" Rooster asks, waving back at Mandy.

"So he can see her boobs," you explain, knowing that that's probably the only reason. 

You walk slowly to the booth. "My only options here are letting you sit next to him or in front of him?" 

You hadn't realized that until Rooster brought it up but it's true. Did he make it on purpose? "I already want to leave," you whisper, only a few feet away from the pilot and his girlfriend. 

"I got this" he whispers back, winking at you. "Hello, guys. Sorry to make you wait, I didn't want to leave the house when I saw this precious woman dressed like this" he looks at you with shiny eyes, and it makes you wonder where he got such good acting skills. 

Just like this morning, half of the things he says are lies, but they are said with confidence and determination. No one could ever guess that he is faking it. He definitely should have pursued an acting career instead of becoming a naval aviator. 

"Oh, I get it. If my girl dressed like that, clothes wouldn't have stayed on." Solo jokes, and it makes you shiver. Rooster's hand, still on your hip, moves up under your jacket, caressing your back softly and muttering a soft 'it's okay' that only you can hear. 

"I'm sorry for liking my dress," Mandy says in a teasing tone, but you can see hurt in her eyes. You almost feel bad for her. Almost. 

Rooster sits next to Solo, and you move to the other side of the table, but his hand grips your wrist, stopping you. He looks at you with a silent plea in his eyes to trust him. 

You walk back to him, his hands moving to your middle and making you sit on his lap. It’s weird how, if it were any other person, you would have run away in an instant. And even though you hate Rooster, you know that he wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable. Rooster is just trying to make Solo understand that you’re taken. And his comments are unwelcome. 

“Bradley, you can’t leave her alone for two seconds?” Mandy jokes. 

“We don’t have many chances to act like a normal couple. I want to cherish every moment I have” he simply responds, his left hand on your hip, the right one squeezing your knee. 

“That’s what happens when you date someone from your team.” Solo laughs. Man, you’re not funny. Shut up. 

“Oh no, it’s not because of that. It's just that we're always deployed, and khakis are not the best outfit to wear on a date," you explain, looking at Rooster who hasn't stopped looking at you since you sat down. 

"You look beautiful in everything, fly girl" 

Suddenly, you’re 17 again. He said those same words to you the night before prom, when your date ditched you for the popular girl. You bought a dress for yourself, without anyone’s help. You took two different part time jobs to earn enough money to buy that dress. It wasn’t a cheap one, and even though your parents would have given you the money if you asked, you wanted to do it on your own. Rooster came home that night to your house, you were in your room on the verge of tears, and when you told him what was wrong, he hit you with one of your stuffed animals. 

“Bradley, what the fuck?” 

“I don’t want to see you crying for an asshole like Tim Johnson” he stated, raising the stuffed teddy bear as a warning. 

“He's an asshole, yes. But look at me. I’m an idiot in an expensive dress,” you muttered, turning away from the mirror. 

“No. You are breathtaking. And that idiot doesn’t know what he’s missing” 

“Do you really mean it?” 

He took your hand in his and turned you around to face your reflection once more. “You look beautiful in everything, fly girl” 

You went to prom alone the next day. Your friends were there with you, and it was the most perfect night you could have ever asked for. 

“It’s the second time you say that, Roos” 

“You remember it?” he asks, a bit shocked by it. 

“Of course! It was the reason I went to prom. I felt confident in that dress” 

“Oh, you two did not go to prom together?” Mandy asks, sipping from his Cosmopolitan. 

“Well…” Rooster chuckles, a bit embarrassed. "She has no idea, but... I bought a suit and went to her house that day to take her to prom.” 

You must look like a deer in headlights, because Rooster laughs even more when he faces you. “Are you serious?” 

He nods, his cheeks turning red, and looks away from you. The intensity of your stare it’s too much for him to handle. You give him a quick peck on the cheek. “We’ll talk about that later” 

During the next thirty minutes, Mandy keeps asking questions about your relationship. She seemed more interested in learning how the two of you got together than in bragging about her own boyfriend. It’s obvious that she’s jealous. Maybe she’s seeing a side of Bradley that she didn’t know about, even though it’s all a façade. 

Solo’s eyes never leave your body, and even though there’s not an inch of your skin showing, just like when you saw him yesterday, you feel completely naked under his eyes. It makes you feel nauseous. You look at your phone, realizing that maybe it is time for the four of you to move to the restaurant, have something to eat, and go separate ways. If you are lucky enough, you won’t have to see them again. 

“Honey, look at the time! We should stop talking about us and go to the restaurant” you say, looking at your phone again. 

“Yes, please. I don’t want to know about your entire relationship.” Solo grunts, raising his arm to call the waitress. 

You glare at him, raising your eyebrows. “Are you jealous?”  

He moves his hand to your thigh, caressing it and leaning closer to you. “Of someone keeping my leftovers?"  

“The fuck did you just say?” Rooster snaps, grabbing Solo’s wrist and moving his hand away from your body. “You touch my girl again and I will fucking kill you” 

It’s the first time you’ve actually been scared of Rooster. You have no fear of him doing something to you, you know he would never hurt you. But don't expect Solo to return home tonight without getting what he deserves. 

“Didn’t she tell you about us?” he mocks, grabbing his drink. “I thought you told each other everything” 

Getting up from Rooster's lap, you grab your cup and pour the contents over his head. Mandy's loud gasp alerts everyone, and everyone turns to look for the source of the sound. There are some laughs when they realize what has happened. 

O’Malley, the bar owner, an old, amiable Irish man in his sixties, walks over to your booth to see what’s happening. “Rooster, is everything okay?” 

“This bastard is saying things about Thena” he explains, taking the empty glass away from you and leaving it at the table.

“Lad, you better get out of here” 

Solo gets up, pushing his wet hair back, and looks at you. “You’re lucky he's here” 

He leaves, not waiting for Mandy, who is completely shocked by the whole situation. Rooster takes his wallet out, ready to pay and leave, but O’Malley refuses to accept his money. You leave the bar silently, not a word leaves your lips. Rooster keeps close enough to you to grab you in case you need it, but leaves space between your bodies, so he’s not touching you. You’re glad he's so considerate. 

Rooster doesn’t know how he has managed to take you home without turning the wheel around and going after that fucking bastard. Who does he think he is, touching a girl like that? It doesn’t matter what you two had at some point in the past. You’re not an object. 

He’s scared of how silent you are. He doesn’t know if you’re scared, in shock, or planning Solo’s murder. If it’s the last one, he’s more than ready to help you. 

He watches you exit the car, your blank face never showing what is going on in your head. Rooster follows you to the house, going upstairs without greeting anyone. Becca looks at him, waiting to know why his friend was walking around the house like a lifeless corpse. But he can’t really explain because he doesn’t know exactly what’s the story between you and that bastard son of a bitch. And he knows he can’t ask you. Not now, at least. Maybe tomorrow, if you’re feeling better. But he knows that it’s better to just wait until you come to him, if you want to tell him. It’s not his place to ask, after all. He’s just your fake boyfriend. 

Wait, he’s not your boyfriend. Then why is he waiting outside the room waiting for you to change out of your clothes and put on your pj’s? He's not a moron; he understands that you need some alone time right now. It’s been a lot in just an hour. He understands your need and is meeting it right now. 

But... Why was he so enraged when Solo touched you? He knows that you could have stood by yourself. He has seen you doing that over the years to pricks in bars who thought that you were just a pretty face. You never needed help, why did he think this time was different? 

Why does he care this much about you? 

Why does he think about you all the time?

Why did he close his eyes when you kissed him this morning?

Oh.

Oh. 

Oh.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Ohhh oh I have a thought about Waylon! (You can use this as a prompt if you want, I would love to read your take on it) what if his significant other didn't touch him unless absolutely necessary thinking it makes him uncomfortable because of a flinch or something early on and he just thinks his significant other just doesn't LIKE to touch him so there's a mutual misunderstanding about it all

"Bad Skin" Killer Croc x Reader

This is a neat prompt. A little sad but not everything can be sunshine and rainbows.

Tw: angst, internalized ableism

The first time you went to touch him, he flinched. It was tender, soft. Not something he had gotten in a long time. Why would you want to give him a soft touch? Logically of course he knew. Bad experiences however took over in that one moment.

It was a small involuntary reaction that shaped your relationship in a terrible way. He could see the way you hesitated to touch him. The way you would almost avoid touching him. The few times you did, he imagined you finding it so disgusting. Dry, scaling skin and ugly ridges.

It was a good thing you like him for his personality, he supposed. Despite how it hurt his feelings and normally it would be a deal breaker, he comes to the conclusion that he respected you far too much to make you feel guilt over it. You were a good person. It wasn't your fault that he was a fucked up freak.

Sometimes he wishes he could peel it all off and be a normal man you want affection from. It's self-loathing in an echo chamber spiral for him.

However, eventually it will cause enough of a rift that something will need to change. You'll notice he gets cold. Angry. He'll say it's not at you but you know something is wrong.

Waylon will be away more often. More on business. Bad habits. Either you'll leave him or he'll get up the nerve to kick you out of his life. You deserve better than this, anyways.

[sugar-omi]

I HATEEEEE to be woken up early. I already go to bed really late, so being woken up would have me angry, but I'm sure after I found out what happened I would be upset still but more understanding

so real tho. I was thinking abt that n like... I wouldn't be able to entertain it. he could be crying actual rivers n I'm jus like "MMM? mm. *grumbles smth* *slurs something else*" then I'll roll overn he'll shake me or whatever like Bae listen!!! n then I'll just huff

LIKE I CANNOT BE WOKEN UP FOR SHIT... IN FACT. YOURE LUCKY TO GET MMM'S AND A SLURRED "WHAT" OUTTA ME. BC I USUALLY JUST LIFT MY HEAD, LOOK AT U AND FALL BACK ON THE PILLOW LIKE IVE BEEN SHOT.

fucking useless when I wake up... ohhh n if I'm sleeping good too. I've been napping literally all day, bruh I woke up earlier, went back to bed. woke up, played around, did my things.. ate, took a DEEP ASS NAP. im doing my thing again rn

n yeahh omg I also go to bed late. can't go to sleep later than 11pm-12am, n if he wakes me up too soon I'm just not waking up 😭

anyway. conclusion is, don't need me for anything in the middle of the night bc im useless LMAO

[creative-kny-fics]

No pressure so don't worry about trying to finish this asap and ofc feel free to decline this if you want 😊

Could you do Ler makomo and Lee giyuu + sabito? I can't really find any fics with her so I'd love if you could do this

Yeah!! I was just talking about it with @mystwrites and we loved the idea! So, I also give him/her credit for some dialogues and ideas!

Ler: Makomo

Lees: Sabito and Giyuu Tomioka

'Oi Giyuu! Have you seen Makomo?! I cant find her!'

'I'm here Sabito'

'Where?! Giyuu can you see her?! I think she's too small to see!', yep, another normal day for this trio of friends, Sabito making fun of Makomo's height and Giyuu just worrying because she knows that at some point Makomo will explode.

'Sabito! I'm not that little, you know?!' 'I hear her but I don't see her! Oh look! Here you are!', Sabito looked at the floor as if he were looking at an ant, Makomo wasn't that small but Sabito loved teasing her.

'It's not funny!!'

'Yes it is, don't you think so Giyuu?'

'Well, Makomo is a bit small but not that much Sabito', Makomo puffed out her cheeks and ran away, Giyuu looked at Sabito and denied.

'This time I think she got angry' 'Oh, leave her alone. It will go away. Ants have short-term memory', Sabito laughed and Giyuu looked at him incredulously, he didn't think that Sabito could be so serious but at the same time so immature

It could be said that the day passed normally. Until the next morning, Sabito woke up not because of the beautiful singing of the birds, but because of a weight on his legs.

'What the hell?! Who-?! Makomo?!'

'Good morning... Sabito...'

Makomo's tone of voice was different, Sabito had heard that tone before and nothing good happened when he did.

'W-Wait Makomo! You know I was just playing! Besides, Giyuu is also responsible!'

'Giyuu is just a baby! Leave him alone! You are the one that annoys me the most. Giyuu only did it because you asked him to. I think it's time to teach you a good lesson'

Makomo cracked his knuckles as he turned to Sabito's feet. 'MAKOMO! WAIT!'

'Wait? Of course not! You don't wait to make your jokes, so I won't wait to make you scream. Today I will give you something funny that you can really laugh at'

'*yawn* ahhh~ I slept well. And you-? Huh?', Giyuu looked to his side but there was no one, maybe Sabito would have gotten up early and gone to train or for a walk.

'Hey? Sabito? Makomo? How strange, I hear a-' 'AHHHHH!!', Giyuu got up awkwardly and ran to the scream, Sabito had been attacked?

Yep, by a young lady named Makomo He did not expect to see what he saw. Sabito, he was turned into a burrito(?, he was trapped in a sheet while Makomo mercilessly attacked his feet. "Poor Sabito...", Giyuu thought, "...but I warned him"

'Oh good morning Giyuu!' 'Good morning... Hey, what happened?'

'Nothing! I just turned our friend Sabito into Sabirrito!', Giyuu didn't understand, "Sabirrito"?

Wait, Sabito, burrito... Ohhh. Giyuu covered him mouth, trying not to laugh, but he really wanted to, it was something you didn't see every day.

'TOHOHOMIOHOKA!!! HEEELP!! GEHEHET HEHEHER-!!! NGH!!! WAHAHAIT!! SORRY!!' 'What's up Sabito? Don't you love to laugh? This is a joke that we should laugh at. Right Giyuu?', Giyuu couldn't take it anymore and laughed out loud with her face covered, apologizing to Sabito for that.

Don't apologize Giyuu, it's funny

'Ohhh, I just remembered! Hey Sabito, do you know who besides me, are also 'little'?'

'I DOHOHON'T KNOHOHOW!!'

'These little piggies~', Sabito yelled and pleaded, it was already humiliating, but playing that damn game was worse.

'MAKOMO! I BEG YOU!! DON'T!!', believe me, Sabito was on the verge of tears, he begged Makomo with his eyes.

Well, he was sorry, besides, Makomo still had to take revenge on Giyuu, so he gave him a little breather-

'Giyuu~', Giyuu stopped laughing when he felt a weight on his legs, ow-. 'Y-you're not going to tie me up, are you?'

'What?! Not at all! You like being tickled, don't you?' Giyuu's face turned red and he looked away in embarrassment, Makomo smiled. 'Awww~ how cute~! What's up Giyuu? Look to you! You are a baby! So beautiful! So embarrassed!'

'Mahahakomo! Mhmhm! Dohohon't' 'Why wouldn't I?! You're so cute! I can't help it!', Makomo only moved up from his sides to his upper ribs, but it was enough to turn Giyuu's giggles into almost screams-

'GYAAAA! MAKOMO! PLEHEHEHEASE!! I CAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAKE IT!!' '*chuckle* ok ok...', Makomo let go and stroked his hair.

'How cute you are Giyuu~'

'I'm nohohot-'

'Yes you are! You are a big baby and a very crybaby! Now... Makomo!! Let go of meeee!!'

'Hey Giyuu, don't you want a little revenge? I mean, Sabito always keeps yelling at you, well, that's true-

'Hmmm... Well, you have to take advantage of life's opportunities, right?'

'What about Sabito?' 'He had a different lesson, Urokodaki- Sensei'

'And with Giyuu?' 'It's a baby, isn't it?'

'I'm not-' 'Yes, a very big and adorable baby', well Giyuu, that's life, for them you will always be a baby-

[narzissenkreuz-ordo]

4 and 18 for the oc questions for silvanus :3

4. What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

OHH she has a couple of hobbies but most of them have been on the back burner ever since she was hired as neuvillette's assistant. she likes her job a lot & constantly being in the iudex's shadow means less, scrutinizing eyes on her. which offers some relief, no one is looking at her but at the iudex but it causes a lot of new problems for silavanus, she is able to live on her own to be closer to work and is now being mostly financially independent (besides her expensive medical treatments) but her parents are still a looming problem over her head. they're now obsessed with trying to get political connections with neuvillette via her position. and it becomes very over whelming. but now that she's physically on her own when not working, she finds it very difficult to relax. alone time means time to process years of trauma (being terminally ill & having obsessive/controlling/sometimes abusive parents) And she will absolutely try to avoid it at all costs. She loves gardening and keeps up with having many house plants, and used to write a lot of fanfiction. but winding down with those actives allows for the Horrors to creep in. so she remains working as much as possible and keeps her mind busy over work related matters with little time to actually rest. but after her trial against her parents and recovering from her weeks-long medical episode. majority of the pressure is taken off her shoulders. she interacts even more with others (the fontaine cast) and her only worries are trying to keep her secret office romance w/ neuvi secret. she likes taking walks in erinnyes a lot to examine all the different foliage, sometimes having picnic dates with neuvillette. she ends up becoming a light novel author too :D she actually attended the irodori festive in inazuma and scored a book deal with yae miko. she writes fantasy romance stories under a pen name, eventually become huge hits throughout all of teyvat. it makes her nervous because she uses some of her friends (my other ocs) experiences and her own romance with nevui as plot inspiration and barely anyone Knows her that its her. neuvillette knows and reads through her rough drafts to offer input, he finds the WHOLE thing very entertaining and is very supportive. and furina also connects the dots early on after reading some of silvanus' books; since the main series is about a forgotten dragon king who falls in love with a human

18. Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

OHHH MAN... three people come to mind and it should be easy enough to guess jfkldfs first person would be nikolai, especially after finding out he's alive and reconnecting with him. he is her baby brother and will NEVER hold anything against him. even if her is super ingrained with the fatui. she does have very iffy thoughts about the fatui, after arlecchino's manipulation * dropping the fact that nikolai was in her care against her during the archon quests (thats a different story). but arle becomes very quickly not threatening @ silvie. apologizing for trying to manipulate her to get info about neuvillette and is very deserving of respect after knowing her past via nikoli + lyney/lynette/freminet speaking highly of her. and silvanus respects and is thankful for the house of hearth being there for nikolai when she could not then onto neuvillette: especially after the events with dragon hybrid!silvie au. despite her own distressing emotions about the situation and even if she is so mad and angry at him and refuses to see him: she will always love him no matter what. throwing wriothesley in here too. its mostly platonic even though they had a couple months long situationship while interning at the fortress of meropide. he helps her deconstruction some of her thoughts in feelings about her life long traumas and helps her stand on her own two feet when navigating life away controlling, politically charged family issues. i guess it would be better to say that wriothesley will always love her unconditionally. he cares so much about her but will let her go so she can have a better life, and not staying stuck with him down in the fortress. he will always love her even when he notices neuvillette's affections for silvanus very early on, urging him on because he knows neuvillette with be good for in ways wrio could never offer her. and he just wants her to be happy even at the cost of his own feelings

[vecnuthy]

Snake Bites

Eddie and his partner/reader hit up the local piercing parlor for some additions. Eddie with snake bites. Eddie with snake bites!!

Eddie Munson x fem!reader (use of "she" literally just once)

Language, slight suggestive language, use of "babe," bit of fluff

Notes: Indiana didn't legalize tattooing until the early 90s, set in late 80s, could be AU Eddie or Eddie survived, but no mention of UD

Eddie loved to splurge every now and then on a new tattoo after saving for a while. He would pick from a whole slew of rough sketches that he had done over the years, ready to go to give to artists as a foundation to build a design from.

Tattoos, while you adored them on people, weren't your body modification of choice. You preferred piercings, which gave you a broad range of customization that better-appealed to you. You had plans to add to your ears, especially, dreaming about the stacks you would curate, and adding a nose ring to the mix was another goal, but god, the healing time for piercings could be a bitch, and you were just really getting started.

Piercings seemed to get more fashionable in general in the late 80s, which definitely worked in your favor. The trend booming among celebrities had trickled down to the common folk, and now Hawkins had its own piercing studio that definitely didn't have an underground tattoo parlor in the back, absolutely not. Your birthday was coming up, and you decided to take the leap and start adding more as a gift to yourself. The poster on the wall listed the names and placings, and looking at it both helped and hindered you. You wanted it all, if you were being honest with yourself, but you only had a budget to stick to. You settled on an orbital conch on your left and a helix on the right with dreams of another of both and a tragus joining them in the future. And you got the nose ring.

You sat on the padded chair and held up the mirror, admiring the latest additions on your nose and your (very angry and bloodshot) ears.

"Hey babe, look," Eddie said excitedly, appearing from nowhere by your side. The underside of his forearm materialized in front of your eyes to reveal his fresh tattoo, a sensibly-sized and updated version of the Hellfire demon head he had drawn all of those years ago.

"Oh wow, they did a really good job!" you praised, admiring the line work and how intensely the red and yellow popped against the black on the fresh ink. "Demon on the forearm, I love it. Do you like how they di--" You froze when you looked up at him and saw those.

"Eddie!" you gasped out quietly, eyes big.

His face stretched into that signature cheeky grin, which made him wince. "That's gonna be fun to deal with," he remarked dryly with his fingers touching below his mouth. He was visibly pleased, though.

Your brain was buzzing as you took in the sight of the two pieces of rounded metal placed perfectly under both sides of his plump bottom lip.

"You're gonna catch a fly like that," he said, voice low and playful as he mocked how your mouth was hanging open.

"Ohh, oh no," you laughed out, taking in how he looked. "No, this is going to be a problem."

His nose scrunched as he said in faux disbelief, "What, you don't the snake bites?"

Your still-opened mouth stretched into a wide smile, your glinting eyes snapping to his. "Babe."

"Ohhh, she does like them."

You did. A lot.

"Do they hurt?"

"A little pinchy," he brushed off. "What about yours? I've gotta say, that nose ring suits you."

You smiled at him, saying, "Stingy, especially the helix. I kind of want to add a septum to the mix now, but I think I'll save up a little more for it..." You trailed off when your gaze landed back on his lips. "What's the heal time?" Your voice was casual as you stood up. Too casual. He knew that play.

"Four to six weeks, supposedly," smirking again. His fingers found yours when you moved in close.

"Mmm.....that's a shame," you murmured before brushing a feather light kiss on his lips.

"So Mr. Munson, make sure to stick wi -- oh 'm sorry," the body piercer said, averting his gaze when he came on the scene. Your knuckles brushed under your nose bashfully and you pivoted from Eddie, who was completely unfazed, if not slightly amused by the intrusion.

"Soft foods and come back in a month or so for shorter bars?"

"Yep, and, um....be sure to keep the area clean."

Eddie snorted. You mouthed oh my god and shifted awkwardly.

"If you -- either of you have any issues, just come back by. Greg will have care pamphlets and cleaning solution for you guys at the counter."

"Thanks, man, I appreciate it," Eddie said, shaking the guy's hand, shit-eating grin still plastered on his face.

"Thank you!" you added, which he acknowledged with a nod before disappearing into the back of the store.

Eddie snorted out a couple more chuckles, wrapping you in a hug and kissing the top of your head before he realized what he was doing. He winced and hissed out, "Shit!" at the contact. "Yeah, this is gonna be a problem."

"Just wait until you think about the extent of how much of a problem they're gonna be."

He was lost in thought as you approached the counter, and he shot you a panicked look as the two of you paid. There it is, you thought and tried not to laugh when you took the bag of supplies from Greg and headed out the door.

"I fucked up," he whined out as soon as the door closed. You let the laugh loose and slipped your hand into his back pocket as you walked down the sidewalk back to the van.

"Fucked me up more like it, but look at me." He obliged. God he looked good with them. "No. No, you really didn't. Keeping them clean and unbothered, though," you laughed, "is going to be trying, to say the least, because I really just want to tackle you right now."

Eddie laughed at that, repeating "unbothered" derisively, which earned him a pinch from you through the thin material of his back pocket. He jerked forward with "Hey, buy me dinner first" and glittering eyes. "Actually, how about a stop at the diner to kick off this soft food diet of mine with a milkshake?"

"Love it, but you have to sit next to me. I can't look at you right now."

He didn't comply, of course. You should've known -- you did know better, and now there he was sitting across from you in all his Eddie Munson with snake bites glory, his arm thrown over the back of the booth for added effect. He spent the stay basking in a great deal of enjoyment at how you struggled not to smile every time you glanced at him and how the color on your cheeks bloomed when you looked away shyly.

"Babe, what are you going to do when I get little hoops for them?" he chuckled out as he pulled the straw out of his thick milkshake and stuck the bottom of it in his mouth.

A wave of cold then hot rippled through you at the thought and at the sight of what he was doing to that stupid straw. "You'll be healed by then and it'll be fair game."

His face morphed into that devilish grin that drove you insane, and you couldn't help but groan and lean your face into your hand. That contact, however, gave you a sudden, very rude reminder of the fresh addition to your nose, making you gasp out and plead, "Shit. What have we done?"

"What have we done!" he repeated dramatically in his Dungeon Master voice with his arms raised and fingers curled in the air. You laughed into your milkshake and kicked his shoe playfully under the table. "Fair game, huh?" he asked.

You cocked an eyebrow with a pointed look.

"'M looking forward to that." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Shit, me too," you said under your breath, looking off. Judging by the sound of his laugh, he definitely heard you.

[luvistqrzzz]

Broadcasting Love and Memories- sunghoon smau

_002::: sunghoon in his rizzless era_ (written::: 0.25K)

SUMMARY- With his future on line, Park Sunghoon needs to join a club to save his ass. But what happens when he is paired with LN YN- his ex best friend aka the girl he had awkwardly comforted 3 months back- for the broadcasting club? Will he be able to realise the feelings he has been hiding for a long time?

Alternatively, where you are his secret admirer but maybe anonymity is better than confronting your feelings?

GENRE- smau with written parts, high school!au, fluff, angst (slight!), friends-to-strangers-to-lovers, crack (??)

TAGLIST- open! Send an ask or dm - @4hysgf @yenqa

WARNING- profanity, ignore timestamps

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'Yall, move!' You shouted at the students crowding the hallway.

They shuffled out of the way as you speeded down the corridor, like a police catching some thief, some giving you weird looks.

Well, for your defense, you'd say, you were running 10 minutes late for the weekly after school meeting of the broadcasting club. And there's nothing Taehyun hated more than delay.

Taking a right, you bursted open the second door on the left open, out of breath. 'I'm so sorry. Fuck, I fell asleep in class', you frantically began explaining yourself, gasping for air, your hand resting on your knees.

Upon hearing your words being met with silence, you looked up, expecting to meet Taehyun's angry eyes or Ningning's comical expression.

Instead, all the six chairs were unoccupied except the the one in the far corner, where sat none other than... 'P-park Sunghoon?!' You whispered at the black haired boy staring at your unhinged form.

Fuck. You gulped nervously, feeling your cheeks heat up not only in embarrassment but also because of the fact that you were alone in a room with your crush.

You then moved your eyes to the clock hanging right in front of you. 2:50-? You checked you watch... it was running fifteen minutes early.

You almost wanted to bang your head to the wall. So you had ran shamelessly in front literal high schoolers for nothing and arrived to find Sunghoon, out of all people, sitting there?

'W-what are you doing here?' You whispered, taking the seat farthest from him. 'I joined the club, you didn't know?'

Your eyes widened at the new piece of information and you felt your heart skip a beat. But you but on a smile, a bit too big and nervous to be considered normal, 'Ohhh! My phone was dead so you know...'

Good, you were doomed for good now.

An- uh straight up jumping into this chaotic mess ahahaha :")))