#and once in a blue moon he'll sleep by you and you feel like the chosen one

[bbc-trolls]

Hc Branch is premium cuddle real estate.

[strawberry-cowmilk]

the brothers after accidentally making mc cry

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

(did I do this before??)

content warnings: kind of mean/ concerning behavior for some of these men, crying

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Lucifer

he knows he messed up the second he sees you tear up and he wants to hug you and apologise but guess what his prideful self said

'stop crying mc, you're being ridiculous.' with his arms crossed

and what was it all for? lucifer was a little too stressed and took it out on you

he'd distance himself from you for a while before giving you flowers on a random tuesday afternoon in hopes you'd forgive him

Mammon

mammon immediately panics when he realises you're crying because of me

he reaches out to hold you and say 'I'm sorry' over and over again but then realises that's not the best move right now

after you've been alone for a while in your room mammon slides a note under the door saying 'you okay? can we talk'

if you say yes mammon apologises (while nearly crying himself) and buys you a whole car the next day

Leviathan

he's gonna hate himself for the next week

plus he thinks you're gonna hate him forever now

levi literally runs away from you after you start crying because he feels so bad and doesn't know what to do

about an hour later he comes back with his azuki-tan pillow, gives it to you, and then leaves again

if you tell him you forgive him he won't believe you for a moment

Satan

he's maybe a little mean about it and realises that after he said the little mean stuff

'look, mc, I'm very sorry but is this reaction really warranted for?' (hons thought everyone cries once per blue moon like him for a while there)

after realising those words only made it worse he decides to give you some space, he'll apologise properly after you've stopped crying

he also takes you to the street cats he regularly feeds if you want to see them

Asmodeus

oh no what did he do what if you hate him now? what if he messed up so badly that the mere sight of him is enough to make you feel revolted, distressed or afraid?

he's like 'nonono mc look it's fine, here I'm going to paint your nails'

asmo has trouble giving you space because he's so afraid of the possibility that you hate him now, but he does realise he needs to leave you alone

after what happened you have to tell him you forgive him because he might not approach you

Beelzebub

he instantly regrets getting mad over a slice of cake in the fridge

beel immediately apologises after spotting tear number one in your eyes

if you're okay with it he'll give you a big hug and will rub your back to help you calm down again

even if you tell him you're not upset anymore, beel doesn't fully believe you

this mistake of his will be haunting him for a long time, he keeps trying to 'win your trust back' by doing sweet things

Belphegor

'oh.. I'm sorry' and then leaves because he doesn't know what to do and he's ashamed of himself

belphie doesn't know when is a good time to check on you, or should he even check on you at all, does he buy you a gift?

because this man doesn't care too much when he upsets one of his brothers (other than beel) but when it's you? he can't sleep properly for the next week

in the end he does decide to get you a stuffed animal to really show you how sorry he is

[lizthewriter]

billy loomis, stu macher, and poly! headcanons with reader s/o

billy loomis headcanons with reader s/o

• first of all, billy is actually a pretty intelligent guy - cunning, strategic

• it's why he's always so good at chess (not that he's the biggest fan)

• reads lots of books - obviously horrors and thrillers are his favorite

• a bit obnoxious pissy about horror movies

• he will force you to watch horror movies with him - movie night ftw

• he's also a big trivia fan! loves trivia games, especially horror

• he says he doesn't like music, but secretly he listens to pop and motown - you will catch him singing along to marvin gaye and he will never admit that it happened

• has mediocre grades, despite his intellect - school bores him and he doesn't like to listen to what people tell him to do

• speaking of school, people paint him out to be some kind of "bad boy" but really all he is is quiet and reserved

• the only real reason he became friends with tatum, sid, and randy was because they became friends with his childhood best friend, stu

• he and stu are inseparable and they do everything together

• you'll probably end up spending more time at stu's then at billy's because billy doesn't like people coming over to his house

• mostly because of the fact that it's on the poorer side of town, and that everyone thinks that he has the picture-perfect family

• speaking of this so-called "family," he has major abandonment issues because his mother abandoned him and trust issues because his father had an affair and would barely pay him any attention

• both of these also contribute to his protectiveness/possessiveness

• it's not so much that he doesn't trust you around certain people (he does have intrusive thoughts a lot), he doesn't trust other people around you

• but when he does get insecure and starts to think that you'll leave him, it's more from his fear that he's unlovable and a bad s/o

• that's why he would love an s/o that would take care of him and do all those lovey-dovey things, even if he likes to pretend that he's not that fond of it

• holding hands, going on walks together, date/movie nights, staying in together, sleeping in the same bed, he wants ALL OF IT

• once he gets more comfortable around you and trusts you, he'll open up a lot more - you'll find he's really sweet on the inside, and REALLY funny

• no i swear, he has the best sense of humor - dark and dry, the perfect mix

• he's not really into PDA unless someone's trying to get in your pants, in which case all social conventions are dropped and he WILL shove his tounge down your throat

• this man is a great kisser *chef's kiss*

• his sex drive is at a medium, I'd say

• but damn if this mf isn't kinky as shit

• lovesss degrading you, being dominant, definitely has a size kink, knife kink, predator/prey, edging, he eats that shit up

• he barely ever gets subby - like ever, but once in a blue moon he just wants some slow, soft sex (this usually happens when he's feeling insecure)

• he's a boob guy 1000%

• he's not too into foreplay - don't get me wrong, he likes to make out for a little while and he knows you need time to get ready, but as soon as your wet he's already inside you pounding away

• loves missionary 🤭🤭 he likes to watch your reactions and dies every time he elicits a sound from your mouth

• dirty talks the entire time

• he's a multiple rounds kind of guy too - he may not want sex that often, but when he does, he WANTS IT

• not the best at aftercare, but he does pretty well - he'll clean you up, bring you a glass of water, but he really just likes to cuddle and fall asleep right after all that

• watches you while you sleep - he finds that it calms him, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest

• the biggest morning person ever - the definition of a morning person

• by the time you get up, he's already ready for school and prepared you breakfast

• has a nice car - loves to drive you around

• oh and he LOVESSSSS making you flustered, but in more of a conspicuous, secretive way

• will send you those FUCKING EYES in the middle of biology

• oh and if you sit next to each other in class, he'll place a hand on your thigh and rub circles into it

• he just loves to rile you up and watch you get angry at him (it turns him on a lil' bit)

• requires a kiss hi and a kiss goodbye - it doesn't matter where, as long as it's a kiss

stu macher headcanons with reader s/o

• this man is the legal textbook definition of ADHD, if not autism

• he has trouble paying attention, especially in school - somehow gets amazing grades anyways

• class clown - main goal in life is to make everyone laugh

• he likes books but finds it hard to pay attention to the words on the page - he much prefers audio books! the main way he consumes media

• he loves all kind of music, but especially alternative rock and hard rock (alice in chains' biggest fan for sure; loves to sing "them bones" out of nowhere - "man in a box" is his favorite)

• he also loves horror movies but he doesn't get as technical about it as billy - he'll watch all kinds, but he does have favorites

• also a big trivia fan - loves playing trivial pursuit

• remembers random facts (he watched jeopardy chronically as a child)

• he was babied by his parents a lot as a kid, which is why he's so extroverted and wild (*coughcough* rebellious *coughcough*)

• he's bisexual

• he lovesss doing makeup and also he wears crop tops all the time and he looks MAGNIFICENT in them

• he's very creative - loves to come up with stories and draw, but he's not really an artist per say, more like he likes scribbling random things

• his stomach is a black hole - no literally, this man devours the entire kitchen

• DO NOT LET HIM IN THE KITCHEN IF YOU ARE BAKING - he will eat whatever dough you're preparing behind your back

• loves to tease you and make you flustered, but in a very obvious way

• is VERY into PDA and flirting in public; constantly has an arm either slung around your shoulders or waist and will make out with you in front of his locker if you let him

• man has no boundaries

• also he will shower you with affection and treat you like a queen; worships the ground you walk upon

• he. loves. matching. clothes. will cry if you don't wear matching pj's with him

• you will chronically be at his house - he has beautiful puppy eyes, so it's easy to convince you to come over every day

• he loves having you sit in his lap or lay across his chest

• he also lovessss playing with your hair and is actually really good at braiding and all that (he has two older sisters)

• foreplay is his favorite thing in the whole world

• ass, boob, thighs? how about ALL

• absolutely a switch!

• prefers to eat you out and loves to overstimulate you mmmmm

• he has a very high sex drive - oh yeah, he's at it every night

• also prefers missionary, but likes you on your stomach, ass up, fave shoved into the pillows (his only purpose: to fuck you into subspace)

• he's pretty kinky too, but with slight differences from billy - instead of edging he loves overstimulation, rimming, marking, praising

• will make up any excuses to get in your pants and will also ask at the most random times - also, if you have a period doesn't care about it whatsoever, will still have sex with you

• aftercare KING!! he has everything prepared for when your done - he'll clean you up, he'll put the sheets out to be washed, he'll grab water and snacks, cuddle with you, and lay up for hours just talking

• he loves one on one conversations between the two of you, especially at more romantic spots like on the roof and under the stars

• will romance you - coincidentally (not at all) loves valentine's day

• you must give him your upmost attention - he loves ranting to you since you're the only person who listens to him and laughs at his jokes

• you will catch him staring at you with lovesick puppy eyes and he doesn't even care if you notice him, he just has an infinite love for you

poly!billy loomis and stu macher headcanons with reader s/o

• together they are certainly a duo - their personalities really balance them out perfectly

• stu is loud and hyperactive, billy is quiet and reserved

• but stu does bring billy out of his shell and billy reigns stu in when he goes too far - all in all, they make each other better

• you all bang out at stu's house - most of the time, just to chill, but bill insists on weekly movie nights and stu insists on weekly board game nights

• if you're not on good terms with your family, stu's welcomes you in like you're their own kid (billy had basically been their son for years)

• billy loves halloween and while stu loves halloween, he's also a big christmas person as well

• stu really just loves holidays and anything that gets them off of school

• whatever shenanigans stu is up to, billy pretends to dislike it but he goes along for a reason, doesn't he? he kind of likes indulging in stu

• they love taking you on car rides around town

• stu buys you all matching shirts and pj's, much to billy's horror

• stu is just constantly buying the two of you random shit

• "i saw this and it reminded me of you guys!"

• usually the way sleeping together works is stu is on the left, you're laying across half of his ches, and billy is on your right with his arm slung around your waist

• stu is constantly warm (why he has his shirt off half the time) and billy had cold hands (will place them unprovoked on the back of your neck)

• if you bake, they work together to steal your dough and eat it

• oh my god, if you go somewhere to get clothes, they will be trailing right behind you and wait for you outside the dressing room to out their two cents in

• billy was kind of dragged along - he truly thinks you look good in anything no matter what, but stu actually offers you good fashion advice

• "hmm . . . no, that red really isn't your color - they have that dress in a blue you look good in, why don't I go grab it for you?"

• billy and stu make sure your birthday is really special

• their goal is just to make you feel loved, accepted, and respected in general

• together, they are both VERY possessive over you, however - so PDA is a must

• they will make it plainly clear to everyone that you are THEIRS and not to be touched

• constant sex - no seriously, be prepared

• I've already made it clear what they both like individually

• but, yes, they both love to tease you - foreplay is a must, and they'll draw it on for a while to get you desperate

• most of the time, they're both dominant in the bedroom, but I can see you and billy turning the table on a subby stu (or in the case of billy being a sub, soft sex with all three of you)

• they are both brat-tamers, but stu's the nicer one

• however, billy is a bit of a brat sometimes (will never admit it but he would die to be punished by you and stu)

• they're both into bondage . . . I think that was a given

• hours and hours and HOURS

• also everywhere. in the kitchen, on the couch, in the bedroom, hell, in the bathroom, they will take you EVERYWHERE

• like I said, they're both pretty good at aftercare

• they love to spend time with you and cuddle - billy likes to trace your skin with his finger, especially your back, while stu likes to play with your hair

• you will fall asleep together like this

• stu would probably be the first person to say "I love you"

• it might take a while, but billy will too eventually

• they just want all of you to be happy and that's all that matters :)

[planete777]

WHAT YOU HEARD・⁠｡♪ LN4

( lando norris x fem!reader )

IN WHICH. y/n senselessly drags lando for a swim at midnight, high and all. she just forgets to mention they'll do it naked.

WARNINGS. 16+, smoking and getting high (don't do drugs yall, this is just for entertainment purposes!), make outs, night skinny dipping, mentions of sexual activities, once again high hotness

NOTE. back again with the high!lando agenda. something about it just gets my brain all scrambled. anyways, as i said, don't do drugs, listen to 'what you heard' by sonder, and enjoy luvs <3 (wondering if i should make this a series.....)

SIDENOTE. my askbox is open! feel free to send in any thoughts, scenarios, requests etc about high!lando, or other tropes if u want. 🤍

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even when he can't piece two cents of his thoughts to construct a legible sequence, lando is sure that, no matter the state he's in, y/n can persuade him to do whatever, as if her words were a siren's call. in his mind, she has this way of curling her tongue around every sentence she says, as if they're something so sweet, so good, and it beckons him closer, pathetically. yet, lando indulges in it like a fucking mad man, and every time he has to leave y/n, he finds himself itching for everything she makes him feel.

but, right here, right now, he'd rather lose himself in the swirling puffs of smoke that have him feeling he's levitating with it. sprawled on the girl's couch, legs and arms weightless and completely non existent, in a room that's so unsuspecting to delinquent dallying.

that's what makes him love her even more.

they're the same. from the wisp of their hairs to the tip of their toes, they both crave an escape from everything and everyone, and don't care how they get it. live a dual life of forced smiles to the world and adrenaline rushes from a drug that drains every feeling possible from their flesh, but could tip their lives on their heads without warning.

it's like their own little secret, and knows that if he were to tell anyone, they'd instantaneously talk him out of it. beg him that he could get hooked and spiral, yet he'll be damned if he allows himself to lose the only sanity he has with the girl that he's addicted to.

the breeze whispers on his skin, soothes it somewhat as the forecast had been cooler the whole day, and the spliff between his fingers remains an inch-long bud, incinerated away in mere hours. his eyes are ajar, just the tiniest bit, and remain trained on the open back sliding doors. watches as ripples glimmer and twinkle beneath the moon's shine upon the pool's surface and his mind undulates with the tentative viscosity of thick honey.

speakers drone whatever playlist y/n has chosen for the night, and he finds himself subconsciously tapping his fingers to the beat. nothing else but music needs to fill the room, each other's presence speaks for itself, and lando loves this unspoken normality between them.

he's on the brink of unconsciouness, rocking between the borders of sleep and awareness, but he's slowly justled awake as y/n walks up to him.

she gently grabs his arm, pulling him upright, "come."

his movements are slow and hesitant, "where we going?"

"swimming."

for a second his mind agrees, so he relents, but realising that he's wearing a tank top with jogging bottoms, and y/n the same but with leggings instead, he grows confused again.

he doesn't get time to question, mind too slow and sticky to even get further words out, as y/n lets go of his hand and turns to him.

then with speed that aches with tease, she tugs her top off, flinging it off to the side and lando stops breathing. he sees everything, how they curve and smooth back into the inward slope of her waist and he trembles so much that he has to clench his fist to urge it away. she's so beautiful drenched in blue, easing its way down her legs as she shrugs them off, and lando's eyes burn as they weld into every dip of her body.

"join me."

that's all she says, with that pretty smile on her face, before she swivels on her feet and dives into the water with much precision she barely marks a discrepancy upon the surface of the water. lando is hypnotised, barely moves from his place as she watches her glide and twirl in the water as if that's where she's meant to be, and then his body cries to join her.

it doesn't take long for him to hover next to y/n, right in the centre of the pool. the cool water washes some highness away, but they're both inebriated enough to retain the red glaze in their eyes and slow movements. lando's sick, seeing y/n so etheral in nothing, looking at him as if she wants him flowing through his veins, and he no longer fights the impulse to get closer and gather her in his arms. she smiles, wide and white, circling her arms around his neck before jumping on his waist. he fumbles slightly, with a huffed out laugh, then her thighs are tight around his hips and he can feel everything.

"you're hard already?" she asked, amused. her hand plays with the curls on his neck and he feels like he's dissolving.

"do you blame me? look at you."

"well," her finger traces his chest, light and completely burning, "we're not fucking in my pool."

he chuckles, figures cum is a hard thing to clean out of water, "at least let me eat you out?"

she pretends to think, "maybe later, but right now, i want you to fucking kiss me."

lando doesn't waste time doing so, lips pushing into hers with great urgency as if it's his last kiss on earth. y/n's mouth is wet, warm, sweet and so inherently y/n that lando moans, deep and loud, sliding his tongue deeper. it's not enough, not the kiss, nor the way her body radiates immense heat directly into his, and lando craves to be one with her. absorb into y/n, like a water to a sponge, and remain there forever.

air runs out, way too quickly for lando's liking, and y/n moves her head back, half closed eyes staring back at him. he's hot, bothered, hungry for so much more, and squeezes the flesh of her thighs to suppress just how much his flesh aches for her.

"i want to have you so bad," y/n sighs out, a splayed hand flush against lando's chest, and oh does he want her to completely take him. do whatever she wants, however she wants. he craves to say so much but his mind can only come up with so little.

"then fucking have me, y/n."

[kitorin]

11:56 pm - 11th of November : s.akito

contents. shinonome akito x gn!reader, 2.485k words, fluff, no warnings really, rushed, mizuena mention

happy birthday to my love <3 wish i had time for a full fic but it is what it is

It's the dead of night when Shinonome Akito's night is interrupted.

The sky's pale blue was washed away long ago, by the brooding navy of the night, the sun bid the world farewell and traded places with the moon. Both inside and outside was desolate, with the winter wind's whispers and moths pursuing the weak light of the street lights being exceptions. Not even Ena was awake, for once sleep, due to lassitude's victory.

Typically, Akito refuses to sleep so recklessly, always brushing his teeth before a certain time and avoiding screens half an hour before bed. It was too late for his liking, fatigue rubs at his eyes, urging him to close them and fall into restful slumber.

But today's sort of special.

In twenty minutes (now nineteen) he'll turn seventeen— a mere year away from eighteen. He knows it's a big number, inching closer to graduation and eventually adulthood. He doesn't exactly feel thrilled, nor fearful. There's a sliver of yearning to be a carefree primary schooler again, other than that he felt quite stoic towards the matter.

Yet he still decided on waiting 'til midnight. Just for the sake of it, no rational or particular reason.

Borderline foolish, really. He'll feel a sense of achievement when the clock strikes twelve, then retreat to the blankets of his bed right afterwards.

Two taps sever the silence of the room, abrupt but loud.

Akito immediately looks up from his book to the door, instinctively. But his mother always notifies him with the gentle call of his name (while Ena yells at him instead), and his father simply doesn't bother with knocking. Ena passed out almost instantly when she came home (an hour or two ago), and his parents maintain a healthy sleep schedule.

"Yes?" He says, pushing his chair out of the desk, the wheels quietly rolling against the carpet. When he opens the door, he's met with nobody. A quick scan of the corridor produces no results. There were no footsteps, and no one in his family was immature enough to do knock and run in the dead of night (maybe Ena, but she wouldn't be bothered to sprint away).

Fear approaches him, its cold grip tightening around his chest. Suddenly he regrets watching Youtube videos about gruesome murders and true crime documentaries on Netflix.

With a shaky inhale, Akito prepares himself. He hasn't got the faintest clue from what, but he's ready to throw a front kick if needed.

The knocking happens again, this time a lot louder. Now it's obvious that it's not against wood, and cautiously, he turns to his window.

It's you.

The whole situation makes his heart skip a beat, both because you're perched on the window sill outside, and that he's not alone in his room (well technically, you were still outside).

Concern makes him act quick (especially with the shoulder bag you were wearing whilst precariously hanging onto the window), he opens the window and you're greeted immediately with a scolding when you enter.

"What the hell? Why are you here, this is the second fucking floor— Are you crazy?"

"Happy birthday!"

The ebullience reinforcing your voice catches him off guard, silencing reprimands. You were just saved from a highly likely (and fatal) injury, yet you're smiling as if you're on top of the world.

"Don't ignore me. How are you up here?"

You shrug, unfazed by his worry. "There's a tree."

"I can see that idiot. What you didn't was the things that could've happened. What if you fell down? I could've been asleep and no one would've been able to help you and—" Akito senses himself edging towards a mental breakdown, from the simple thought of something happening to you. Terror strangles him, and his words can't be uttered smoothly.

You seemed to take notice of this panic. "But I didn't fall. I'm okay. I wouldn't've done this if I wasn't confident in my own capabilities."

Unstable, though deep, he breathes in, focusing on how the air enters and exist. There was no need to think about what could've went wrong when the right thing already occurred.

He clears his throat, embarrassed at how emotional he got earlier. "Was a text not enough? Why'd you come here?" You didn't make an attempt to break in at An's house, nor Touya's or Kohane's. Why his specifically?

"Because today's special. It's your birthday." You unzip your bag, but instruct him before taking anything out. "Close your eyes, it's your gift."

He does as he's told, and he listens to your shuffling around the room and your possessions.

Electric guitar floods the room, accompanied by piano in the background. The tune rings a bell in Akito.

An entire stadium of ego, the wintry rationality.

Akito knows this song. Uninterrupted Indigo. Both the lyrics and music were created by Shishishishi (formerly known as Chosauce), there's two original versions of the song, one where the composer himself performed while the other featured Hatsune Miku.

But these vocals weren't the composer's. Nor Miku's

They were Akito's.

Heat permeates his cheeks rapidly, his eyes open without waiting for you to ask him to. He finally grasps input on what you're doing.

His record player is open and placed on his desk. The transparency of the case permitted the moonlight through, its pale complexion revealing the vinyl record slowly rotating in the dark.

Only now he just noticed that it was sort of the record player's birthday too. Precisely a year ago his mother gifted it to him, as his love for music was nurtured the more he spent time performing. Akito had told himself that he'd buy vinyls, but it completely slipped his mind (they were expensive, too). Streaming services were much more tempting anyways, their convenience were unmatched and he could listen to music whenever, wherever.

He only indulges in his own covers to review where he can improve, never for his own enjoyment. What is there to enjoy when it's the very reason why he struggles so much一why he's so unworthy of his dream that no one seems to have faith in.

Akito's about to say something, ready to criticise his vocals.

"I love this song, but I love the way you sing even more. It's my favourite. Anything you create, as well."

Suddenly the harsh things he wanted to say were gone.

He's heard you compliment him before, but each time feels just as magic as the previous.

"Did you know I fall asleep to this? I don't know if that's weird, but it's so comforting, the vocals and lyrics."

His voice, comforting? Being labelled as your favourite was surprising enough, but for his singing it be a source of comfort and joy almost made his jaw drop in disbelief.

Akito's scepticism of your words doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"I know you don't like your singing. And that's fine. But there are plenty of things I didn't like about myself too. Yet I love them now, thanks to you."

He knows what you're referring to, how when you mentioned suffering from self esteem, so he wrote something he found admired about you on a page per day in a notebook, 'til it was full.

"I wanted to do something similar for you too. Though I don't think I'm very good at it, I want you to view yourself the same way I do. Beautiful and perfect, just fine the way you are. Even if people try to accuse you of being any less."

Akito's heart throbs, both with appreciation and desire. Yearning blossoms within him, pining thorns strangle his heart as it frantically races. Teeth dig into his lips, and red pervades his cheeks for a reason other than hearing himself sing.

"If you like it, then it's more than enough for me. It makes me happy beyond words that you enjoy my music." He notices the record's case, a photo of him from when you went camping together, when you spent the night sleeplessly; roasting marshmallows and laughing until you struggled for air.

It's always you. You're the one who does reckless shit for his sake, you climbed up a tree to the second floor just to say happy birthday. You do the things you hate with a passion if it meant the slightest more comfort for him. It's always you who notices when his throat is overworked, or when tears threaten to spill.

It's only you.

The initial grin on your face dissipates, concern growing. "Do you have a fever? You're really red." A hand comes up to his forehead, and he's quite certain it reddened him even more. "You're heating up." Even when you're frowning he can't help but stare.

"And this is why I like you." Akito breathes out. He didn't want to confess, not yet, at least. Yet the words still found their way out, he might as well ensure they're told in the right way. "I can't help but want you more and more with each second. I can't think properly when I think of you, let alone when you're around."

The timing was horrid really, but though he'd much rather look at you in proper lighting, something about the shadowed room and sliver of moonlight highlighting your face is charming. "So then, may I be yours?"

This is what he means when he says he can't think. Look at him, confessing at midnight, on the day of his birthday, too.

"Of course." With a blink of an eye Akito finds himself wrapped in the warmth of your arms. "I like you too, Akito."

The weight on his shoulders which he didn't even noticed was lifted, finally free from his fear of awkward rejection. There's no more fighting his emotions to maintain composure in front of you, no more worrying about you accepting another as yours.

Now, turning seventeen didn't seem so bland.

"Thank you for tonight." He murmurs into your ear. Something inside of him pleads him to kiss you, whether it may be. But the mere thought of planting one on your cheek seemed impossible, let alone meeting his lips with yours. "Thank you for staying safe out there."

"Sorry if I scared you. Sleep now, you must be tired. We have a big day for you planned." And there it is, the cheery grin he'd never get sick of. "There's more to your gift too."

Akito doesn't want to sleep, not when his crush of over a year reciprocates his feelings. Lethargy was nowhere to be seen, right now all he wants is you.

"Mind if I pick up my bag later today? It's a lot easier to climb without it. The rest is just water and snacks I brought just in case, feel free to have 'em." You're already half out the window.

"You can't just like me back then leave."

"What do you suggest then?"

"Stay the night." He'll deal with his father's scolding. He'll answer all his mother's questions and he'll even tolerate Ena's teasing. If it meant you'll stay, that's fine (he doesn't feel alright knowing you're travelling late too). "Your parents are away, I'll deal with mine."

"If you say so then." Akito goes to his closet, where his futon is stored. You pull him away, almost making him fall over.

"We're sharing a bed, please? We did it at An's, why not now?"

But that was as friends, and he barely confessed a few minutes ago. "I'm fine with that." Adores and entertains the idea of it, though he doesn't know what to do. What if he's too cold? Kicks in his sleep? Snores?

You already indulge in his blankets, lifting them up to let him in, he accepts the invitation, and ends up regretting because his face is hot enough already.

You find your arms snaking around his waist. "Is this okay?"

The unfamiliarity of the contact flusters him, but he doesn't hate it. "Yeah, really good." His voice is a breathless whisper, a bit shaky from being so nervous.

"Can I do more?"

He nods.

Your chin is nestled on his shoulder, the sensation of your hair against his neck slightly ticklish. He can smell your breath, the saccharine scent of haichus and the other sweets you adore.

"Good night."

You mumble it back, and for the first time in a while, Akito feels at genuine peace.

"What are you studying in school?"

You list off your subjects with confidence, subtly hinting at success and awards in them, all while wearing a sweet smile.

"Mum, there's no need to interrogate them." Akito finally swallowed the large bite of pancake he was on, the rest of the dish shining in the dining room's light, soaked in maple syrup.

Mrs Shinonome didn't seem to care. "I need to know the kind of people you're hanging out with, you never bring anyone home. I've been worried that you didn't have any friends." Socially, he was doing fine, Weekend Garage was a much more appealing place to hang out, with the live bar and cafe. "They seem like a great influence. Studying difficult subjects and still doing well, they're well educated. I hope you start rubbing off of them."

"Akito, it's fine, really. She's fun to talk to." It was entertaining to watch her talk about Akito as a child, while Ena poked fun at them. She was sweet, complimenting your skin and marveling at your jewelry, while thanking you for being Akito's friend for so long.

He murmurs in response. "That's only because you saw baby photos of me." There was that too.

"To be honest my impression of you wasn't very nice. It scared me to see someone else in Aki's room." A sip of her tea, Akito's mother rests her chin on her palm. "How did you get inside? You didn't find the spare key or anything, did you?"

"Actually, I cl一"

"I let them in. I asked them sort of last minute. Y'know, waiting until midnight together." Ena watches Akito keenly, eating her pancakes as her gaze remains on him as he speaks.

"Awww, that's so cute." Ena comments with a grin. "So, how long have you been dating?"

Akito scoffs. "We're not dating dumbass."

"Then I guess y/n's holding your hand under the table because it's cold?"

"Ena, shut the fuck up, you haven't told Mum about being in love with Akiyama either."

The sudden change in atmosphere makes you purse your lips, the sight of what seems to be a war exclusively between siblings.

"Language!" Their mother scolds them, but too preoccupied to do it as she flips part of the table cloth up to see better. "You really are holding hands- And Ena who is Akiyama?"

You weren't the only one being interrogated that morning, the siblings exchanged heated words throughout their mother's quest to learn more. But amidst this chaos was you, chuckling in your seat at the ordeal.

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[gemini-sensei]

Biggest Surprise - Hawk

Chubby!Fem!Reader

Part One | Other options: Miguel | Robby | Demetri

After a while of sitting around and almost everyone getting a chance to hold the baby, Moon said she'd treat everyone to some lunch - especially promising to bring Reader back something delicious that wasn't from the hospital cafeteria. Everyone followed her out the door, save for one person who volunteered to stay behind with Reader... Hawk.

Once they were alone, Hawk came to sit beside Reader's bed. She was holding her sleeping baby boy in her arms, watching him with soft, tired eyes. He sat quietly, watching over him too. He was so small, with a cute little nose that matched Reader's to a T. However, when he'd been awake just a little while ago, he had shining blue eyes that Hawk recognized every day in the mirror.

"He's pretty cute," he said after a while. He didn't know what else to say, unsure of how to approach the situation.

When he came into the room, he thought he was going to find his girlfriend in bad shape; he thought she had been in some kind of freak accident or something. Then he walked into the room and was greeted by a bundle of cooing blankets and a smile from Reader that lit up the whole place. His heart was a jumbled-up mess of emotions and his head was all over the place trying to figure it all out. It was so much change at once, he could hardly believe it.

Yet here they were, new parents with a tiny little baby to take care of.

"Yeah," Reader said, smiling up at him. As they looked at each other, she lost some of her luster. "I'm sorry I dragged you here like this. I just... didn't know how to tell you. I didn't know if you'd believe me."

"Reader, we've been together almost a year," he said, laying the groundwork for everything he was about to say. "I've spent so much time with you over this last year, and you never showed a sign. You never got sick, you never got a belly, nothing changed. How could we have known?"

She gave a light shrug. "He was determined to be a sneaky little guy, I guess."

They shared a soft laugh, which came to an end when their baby boy whimpered in her arms. She shushed him gently, promising that he was okay. They stayed quiet a moment as he settled again, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can put him in the bassinet if you want," Hawk told her.

She shook her head. "I think he likes sleeping in my arms. The bassinet is kind of cold anyway."

He nodded and licked his lips, still unsure of what to say. He watched them, so enchanted by them. "Well, um, you know, I'll be there for you two. You can even move into my place."

"What about Demetri?"

"Screw Demetri. He'll understand."

Reader held back a laugh, feeling a little bad for their nerdy friend. She smiled nonetheless and looked at Hawk. "You mean that?"

He nodded and came closer, getting on his knees beside the bed and looking up at Reader. "I do. I mean it. I want us to be together. I want us to be a family."

Tears brimmed Reader's eyes. It had been an emotional 24 hours for her, and it wasn't until recently that she started thinking about her boyfriend. She'd put her baby first, then thought of Hawk, but now she was thinking of them both. He was thinking of them all too and it made her heart swell with love and admiration.

"Oh, Eli," she said softly, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. He stood up and leaned over her, wiping them away and kissing her head. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Their baby boy cooed and drew their attention. He was looking up at them with tired blue eyes, his little fists pulled to his chest. His gaze was beautiful and it made his parents smile down at him.

Hawk leaned down and kissed his little head. "Hey there, bud. I'm your dad."

[pianocat939]

Hiya! I had a request for the Rise!Turtles with a MC who shows affection through randomly head butting them (softly), holding their hand out of nowhere, or saying their name randomly from time to to time-

Oh! They also like to poke or touch their face but will ask first if they are okay with it beforehand

You can decide if you want to take this idea in a yandere direction or not <3

This is my non-yan request in a while, always nice to change genres occasionally.

Rats Live In My Locker:

I would say he's the 2nd most physically affectionate of the four. So he likes the hand-holding and soft head butts.

As he is spikey, he's careful not to bump into you at the wrong angle. Same with hand-holding, as his hand is much larger than yours.

His tail might wag a little when you call him "Raph". But if you call him "Raphie" or some other pet name he's going to be all blushy-dushy.

Is confused at first, but finds it cute that you want to poke/touch his face.

"Hm? What is it?" Raph asks, staring at you.

"Nothing. I just wanted to hold your hand." You lightly squeeze his hand, a silent gesture of affection.

He bends down and nuzzles your cheek, letting out little churrs. "Aw...Thanks."

L'Oreal Squid Ink Cream:

Finds the headbutting a little annoying, but hand-holding is definitely liked. He likes to pet your knuckles whenever you put together the handsies.

Boosts his ego a little whenever you call his name randomly, especially if you say some shit like "My champion" or some other title (he's super fucking self-conscious so it's nice to have a little love).

You don't even have to ask to touch his face! As many of us know, Red-Eared Sliders court others by waving their hands in front of faces and touching them. So it's very well welcomed by Leo.

"Leo, come here." You call out, trying to catch his attention.

He saunters over, grinning lazily, "Yeah?"

You reach up and give his face a few taps, gently drumming your fingers against his skin.

"Hm~ You know how to make my day, don't you?"

Decorative Mayo Baby Figurines:

Alright, we have come to the man who does not like physical touch. Here's the thing, no he doesn't prefer it, but at times he will indeed allow you to touch him (just as he does with Mikey).

I would say hand-holding is ok, headbutting is a little iffy, and definitely, no touching the face.

Reacts indifferently to the name-calling, but if it's a pet name then he might crack a smile.

Once in a blue moon, he'll hold your hand first. And when he does, you better fucking cherish it.

"What's the occasion?" You look down at your intertwined hands, slightly flustered.

He hesitates, turning away, "Nothing...Just felt a little lonely, that's all."

"Well, I appreciate that you're willing to let me hold your hand."

"Mh." He grunts, feeling timid.

Morphine Grandma Ate Wood:

We all know he loves physical affection. It's literally his love language. So headbutting, hand-holding, touching his face, he indulges himself.

Lets out very loud chirps and churrs when you hold his hand, it's his favourite of the three actions. Might envelop you into a hug on impulse.

Whenever you give the tappies to his face he'll sneak a peck or two because he's a little devious. And when I say one or two, it can be either one or two, or a thousand. He just really loves giving you kisses for no reason.

You gently headbutt his head, startling him a little. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

He turns to face you before quickly giving a kiss on your cheek, grinning brightly. "No worries. I was just caught off-guard, that's all."

"You're a dork."

"Indeed I am."

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Need sleep. But I loved doing this!

- Celina

[luverz-exe]

Hello, I was wondering if you could please do headcanons for yandere Jason voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, and Michael Myers (separately) with a darling who clings to things while they sleep (pillows, blankets, stuffies, people, basically anything that’s in the same bed as them).

Yandere Slashers with an S/O who Clings to things in their Sleep

It's strange not having to write character dialogue for 2/3 characters in here, but it's alright. Feels weird, but it's still alright.

Jason Voorhees

× Jason's cabin has a few blankets and such that can be used, and unless some teenager brings some he ultimately has nothing but himself to give to you. Not that he complains however, he finds it quite cute, but wonders why this habit began. Were you clinging to him because you wanted warmth, was it too cold in here? Nonetheless, Jason is glad to provide warmth in whatever way he can.

× Despite is eagerness, is not quite sure if you're willing to allow him to be the thing you cling to just yet. He won't make many moves unless given a signal or if the two of you have bonded more recently, and is quick to apologize if they have misread a signal. When you finally get to the point where you latch onto him, he secretly worries about if he smells bad to you or if you'd be mad if he moved a little.

× His apprehensiveness diminishes quickly once boundaries and such are placed, and is more than happy to lay there as you fall asleep. If you don't mind, he'd play with your hair a little, seeing as though he doesn't need sleep and he gets bored a bit quickly. But either way is more than happly to spend more time with you.

Michael Myers

× Michael is very...distant even to an S/O, and no matter how obsessed he is, this behavior doesn't ever change. Sure, he'll give you things to cling onto, but if you want him? Yeah, sorry no, that ain't happening any time soon. Is very quick to push you away if attempted, and if they do have to lay down with you there's a wall of blankets and pillows protecting him from you.

× Can eventually be swayed to after awhile, but stays there until he's sure you won't wake up if he moves, then scoots away. It's not that he doesn't like it, he just thinks he has better things to do. But after staying late up into the night, when he believes nothing else can be done and that he can rest easy, every once in a blue moon, he'll sneek back into your arms. Moving anything you may have been snuggling with out of the way to make room for him.

× Don't tease him about it, otherwise it's never happening again. Don't let him know you were awake too, he might get a little annoyed by that. Eventually, when he trusts you enough, he'll let you. Hell, if he's in a good mood, he may even wrap his arms around you too. Just don't say anything about it, or ever bring it up.

Brhams Heelshire

× Is arguably the most excited about this little discovery, and is quick to try and be the thing you grasp onto in the middle of the night. He has no shame in asking for this as a reward, and takes away anything that you could possibly told onto until you promise to hold him. In which case, he secretly plans on this to become a daily occurrence.

× Will eventually start to whine and beg if he isn't allowed to due to bad behavior, but will eventually cave in so he can be in your arms. He likes it, he finds it endearing and very convenient for him to have someone like you, seeing as though he's touch-starved and in need of constant validation and affection. Doesn't leave or get up at any point in time until you let him go, and even then when you wake up he's holding on for at least an extra 15 minutes.

× He's more than happy with the attention and the snuggling given to him, and is so excited to be able to cuddle on up with you. And although he isn't pleased when he doesn't make it in time and your already sleeping with an extra pillow in you arms, but it's okay. Cause he doesn't care if he wakes you, he's taking that pillow, throwing it to the other side of the god damn bed, and taking its spot.

"...Stay with me here...Please."

[berzatto-and-you]

when is the next blurb please!!

You know what, Non? How about right now? You're my first ever ask on this blog and I feel like you deserve a little treat for that. Here it goes:

Time with Carmy is precious. That's just a fact of life. He's busy, you've got your own life to deal with too, so seeing each other is truly the highlight of your day usually. There's just nothing that can top spending hours together, chatting or watching something. Sharing meals or snacks while laughing. It's all just lovely. You adore it, he adores it. Though there are some downsides too.

Just because you make each other's lives better doesn't mean that everything is magically fixed. Carmy still sleeps like shit, he has nightmares, insomnia plagues him like it's nobody's business. While you do what you can, you need to look after yourself and can't always be there for him through every long night. Falling into bed at the end of a long day is nice. You cuddle up to him, he wraps solid arms around you. Trading kisses and soft wishes of a good night, you drift off first without fail. And you wake up to Carmy having made breakfast, already finished his workout for the day and is probably already past his second cigarette.

To wake up in a bed that isn't empty is a rare treat. Once in a blue moon, Carmy will hit a point where his body crashes and he sleeps deep enough to quiet his mind and quell his anxiety. Those are the moments you treasure so much. Without fail he'll be facing you, naturally curling into your warmth but not quite daring to cuddle in, shy as he is even when asleep. It give you a chance to lie on your side and just look at him. The lines at the corners of his eyes, creasing when he smiles (which has been more often of late), the contour of his lips are so tempting to trace, his curls flattened yet still unruly. That's what has you reaching out, smoothing a stray strand to tuck behind his ear. Carmy doesn't even stir.

Content to just watch him, listen to the soft rush of air of his breaths, you stay motionless in bed. Finally Carmy is resting, if only he could do it every night. Sometimes your heart breaks for him but you know that he's working on it, trying to get better even if the change was scary. It just made you love him all that bit more. Healing was hard, it was slow but it was so worth it.

Gradually the deep even breaths pick up in pace as finally sleep relinquishes its con4s gtfdx trol. You get to watch Carmy's eyes flutter open, try to focus as he reaches a hand for you. And, like every morning you've done this, he cups your cheek with a smile and a soft, disbelieving little laugh.

"You stayed."

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

PEOPLE OF DUCKBLR

I DID A THING

I made a little art book of Della's journey in the Spear of Selene! And I set it to the lyrics of Space Oddity by David Bowie!!!

So, here it issss (under the cut, it's LONG)

Listen to the song as you read for the best effect

Apologies in advance for making everyone cry over Della Angst

@justaboot @writebackatya @christianfoxymc @minaduck and all other Della stans out here, this is for you!

Ground control to Major Tom... Ground control to Major Tom...

Della leaves McDuck Manor, and faces the journey ahead.

Take your protein pills and put your helmet on Ground control to Major Tom

Della gets ready for takeoff. She initiates the launch sequence, there's no going back now, but it'll just be a few hours, right...?

Commencing countdown, engines on Check ignition, and may God's love be with you

Gyro (who I firmly believe LIVES in that lab or at the very least sleeps there a lot) wakes up to the sound of alarms blaring - how did she know it was here?!

Della has a picture of her and her family - little does she know...

This is ground control to Major Tom, you've really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear

Gyro, in a panic, calls Scrooge, praying he'll wake up and answer.

Though it's two in the morning, he does.

Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare This is Major Tom to ground control, I'm stepping through the door

When Scrooge hears what's happened, he is understandably horrified, and rushes to the launch site at once.

And I'm floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today

Della looks out at the stars. It's an unearthly beauty the likes of which she'd never imagined.

For here am I sitting in a tin can Far above the world

The Spear gets farther and father away from familiarity... from safety...

Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do

Della's journey is still going smoothly - for now.

*just pretend I did something for that instrumental break*

Though I've passed one hundred thousand miles, I'm feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go

Scrooge sits down at the comms desk, desperately trying to get a message through to Della.

The cosmic storm has started, and Della's a bit rattled, but not scared.

Tell my wife I love her very much She knows

Scrooge and Della are beginning to realise the gravity of the situation - she might not make it out of this one. Of course, neither of them wants to think that.

Ground control to Major Tom Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong

The Spear is struck by a fierce bolt of lightning borne from the stars themselves.

Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom?

Scrooge can scarcely bring himself to believe it - and neither can Della. The last time he'd heard her voice, and it was a helpless, piercing scream.

Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you— —Here am I floating 'round my tin can Far above the Moon

Scrooge bows his head in utter despair as tears begin to well up behind tired eyes. She's gone.

The Spear crash-lands on the lunar surface.

Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do...

Della stares back to the world she left behind.

Scrooge mourns for the niece he lost.

[modelbus]

Movie Night

MCYT's included: (all CC!) Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, Dream, Sapnap (mentioned Philza)

What a movie night with them would be like :)

Wilbur Soot

He drags you into some psychological thriller that's new on Netflix. You only agree for the popcorn.

Wilbur definitely gives some effort, gathering a few blankets and making popcorn, but for the most part it's just a simple movie night.

Both of you keep trying to guess the ending of the movie throughout the entire thing but never get it right.

After it ends, you're both leaned against each other but are way too outraged to even think about sleep. You end up tweeting together about what a bad ending it was, riling up the fanbases.

Seriously, the movie gets pulled from Netflix after that...

Netflix scandal or not, it was a very nice night in.

TommyInnit

Tommy claims he's a big man but is terrified of horror so you two end up watching a comedy at his apartment.

100% goes all out. Popcorn, every blanket and pillow that he owns, Haribo twin gummy snakes.

He literally cannot stop himself from cracking jokes about it the entire time. You spend more time laughing than listening to what the characters are saying.

Popcorn gets thrown.

So do pillows...

"That was the worst joke I've ever heard." "Hey! I'm a brilliant comedian, bitch!" "Well- AH! Did you just throw a pillow at me?!"

The entire movie night is actually a secret sham for him to cuddle with you though, so don't be fooled.

Later, on stream, he fully recounts the movie and informs chat how funny he was, despite just making dumb jokes.

Tubbo

I feel like he would be really invested in a drama with you, but only if you watch it at home.

He dramatically gasps at every twist and turn, so the theater just wouldn't work out for him. At some point you start to exaggerate your emotions too, which turns it into just you two gasping or yelling every two seconds.

Somehow you both still end up retaining information from the movie and chat about it for a while after.

If you disagree with his opinions on it, he heads to Twitter and makes a poll to settle it. Basically, you're doomed.

Popcorn is a must, as are your favorite blankets, but he tends to sit on the floor and move around a lot.

One movie isn't enough for him, so you probably have a huge marathon of movies one night.

Phil is very unhappy with you two when you both show up to a recording half-asleep.

Dream

You'd manage to lure him into a horror movie with taunts because his ego cannot withstand your hits.

Somehow you managed to pick the scariest movie on Netflix, both terrified out of your minds.

At first he tries to pretend he's not scared at all though.

"Why did we pick this movie?!" "What do you mean, it's not scary at all." "You're a bad liar, you know."

It wasn't too bad because you clung tightly to each other, providing a sense of comfort. Or you were clinging to each other until he screamed and spilled popcorn all over you two.

Needless to say, neither of you got sleep that night. It ended up being a sleepover in the living room, all the lights on.

You posted the fact he was a secret wimp like you on Twitter, resulting in him not speaking to you for an hour straight. This man and his ego...

Sapnap

Unlike Dream, he actually lives for horror movies.

Maybe if you beg enough, he'll put on an adventure once in a blue moon, but he's insistent on watching horror.

And he wants to see it in theaters with the surround sound and huge screen to "make it a better experience."

He's a hungry guy, getting a huge bucket of popcorn for the two of you to share.

If you arrive to the theater before the movie starts, he will pelt you with popcorn during previews.

Somehow you manage to find your way into his seat, forever thankful for the huge recliner seats the local theater had.

Guilty, he always protects you from the horrors shown on screen.

"Why did they have to show that?!" "Just don't look."

Or, if he's feeling mischievous:

"Is it gone now?" "Yup." "YOU'RE A LIAR!"

Afterwards he finds a way to get you to admit it was a good movie, which he always uses against you when you want to have another movie night.

[imnotsimpingyouare]

ENAMORED

Modern Hatengu clones X Reader

Featuring:

"Pissed Cubicle Worker" Sekido

"Depressed Programmer" Aizetsu

"That Guy in the Alley" Karaku

"Unfunny Youtube Prankster" Urogi

"Disappointed Grandpa" Hantengu

"Delinquent Middle Schooler" Zohakuten

"Possibly a Criminal" Akaza

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You will NOT be shipped with Zohakuten or Hantengu because

A.) One is an old man

B.) One is a young boy

Ty for your time 😌

Basically fem!Y/N gets employed as a maid for this house of actual lunatics and one normal but depressed guy. I have no clue what I'm doing, no clue when this will end, NO CLUE IF THERE WILL BE NSFW? Idk. Goodbye.

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On this fine morning, the sun is rising, the birds are chirping, and all throughout the neighborhood, the peaceful blanket of sleep covers every resident.

Except for Aizetsu.

Yes, this lovely boy relishes in the cold, calm mornings... he can stroll about freely with his cup of coffee, take a warm shower, and get himself ready for the day. He can enjoy the peace and quiet (he's gained immunity to Urogi's snoring) that he only gets once in a blue moon. For around thirty minutes each morning, this is Aizetsu's life...

...until the clock strikes 7:00.

How sad is it that in one moment, this boy's contentedness can be ruined?

Here are the stats for 7:00 each morning:

4 alarms go off.

2 groans are heard.

1 fit of maniacal laughter is heard.

1 alarm clock violently hits the wall.

1 old man tosses in his covers and puts his earplugs in.

1 Aizetsu's happiness is ruined.

And just like that, the morning had begun.

Zohakuten darts out of his room like a madman, running to the pantry.

"WHERE. IS. THE CEREAL." He snarls like some kind of vicious beast, pointing a scrawny finger at Aizetsu.

"...I–"

"I BET YOU ATE IT ALL, DIDN'T YOU?" The boy once again accused.

"...I–"

Angry stomping was coming from the other direction. Turning his head, Aizetsu came face to face with his brother, whose hair resembled a tumbleweed, stomping barefooted towards them. "Shut the fuck up and GET READY FOR SCHOOL! YOU'RE GONNA LEARN SOME SHIT TODAY!"

Zohakuten ran off to his room, but not before grabbing the cereal bars out of the pantry. Yes, the whole box. A trail of crumbs were left behind him as he barreled towards his room. Did he take off the wrapper? No one knows. Did he even take the cereal bars out of the box? Don't ask me.

Sekido huffed, slipping his house shoes on and plopping down on the sofa. "Little tyke takes too damn long in the morning. What's he making himself presentable for, huh?"

"...I–"

Dark-toned hands dug into the arms of the sofa. "I swear, if that kid comes home one day with a little girlfriend, I'm gonna rip someone's head off."

Aizetsu only sighed in response. What's the point of trying to get a word in?

Suddenly laughing was heard in Urogi's room. Not a moment later there he was, already dressed for his day of "production" holding his camera in the air. Urogi slinked in Aizetsu's direction, giving the camera all the worst possible angles of his poor brother. "Say hi to the vlog, 'Zetsu!"

"Zetsu" could only sip his coffee, hoping that if he ignores his brother, he'll despawn or something. That was not the case.

"Hey 'Zetsu? Did you know that if your hand is bigger than your face, your IQ is lower than room temperature?"

Now... when Aizetsu wakes up in the morning, he's not... as clever as he usually is.

Actually, maybe he is after his coffee, but I don't think he has the energy yet to stop what's about to happen.

"No Urogi, I didn't know that." He deadpans, raising his hand up to his face... all the while Urogi's smile is transforming from cute and bubbly to that of Satan himself.

As soon as his hand is lined up with his nose..

WHAP

CRASH

Aizetsu's coffee is on the floor, as is the mug which once contained it. His nose hurts, he feels like an idiot, he wants to die. Urogi cackles and runs away like a 3 year old.

Somewhere on the other side of the house, Karaku is doing his "skincare routine" with 30 different products and his hair twisted up in hair curlers.

This is life in the Hantengu Household.

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On the other side of town, you're already wide awake, as your job starts at the crack of dawn.

What do you do? You clean!

You work for Murata's Service Emporium, a company that hires people to do all kinds of things for clients, from mowing lawns to sweeping chimneys. Why is this important?

It's not. You hate your job.

Clean clean clean clean clean. You hate cleaning. It's a chore to clean your own tiny apartment because it's like you have PTSD from cleaning. The callouses on your hands are to show for that.

Day to night, that's all you do, and you don't even get to see the client's reaction to your amazing work.

You. Hate. Your. Job.

But you're still one of the best maids the company has hired. Why? You're a perfectionist. You're not going to leave spots of dirt and dust. You work hard to earn your tips.

Well, the ones you do get. No one tips maids anyway.

Soon to start another day at work, you put on your clothes and grab your keys. 2 cups of coffee is enough for you to feel okay this morning, but you could have used another one.

Maybe if you'd had another one, you wouldn't have tripped and fallen down the stairs. Maybe a few more after that, and you wouldn't have picked yourself up only to fall down the second flight of stairs.

God, how bad can this day get?

At least, that's what you were thinking, when a hand was extended to you. Looking up, there was a man with short black hair and rather prominent eyelashes standing infront of you. You took his hand. He pulled you up to his height.

"I saw you take both those sets of stairs. Are you... okay?" He spoke, not yet letting go of your hand, but it didn't bother you that much.

"Ummmmmm... I only had 2 cups of coffee this morning. 3 is the bare minimum for me."

Getting a closer look at him, you could see he had some tattoos around his forearms. In fact, they reminded you of criminal tattoos. Are you holding the hand of a criminal?

No, no way! This guy couldn't be some kind of evil, bloodthirsty, evil, donut-making..

He cleared his throat, interrupting your thoughts. "Well, I hope you have a good day, Ma'am. I'm leaving for work now, so I'll see you later?" He says, smiling at you and releasing your hand.

"..yeah. That sounds good."

He laughs before walking away, presumably to his car.

Are you stupid? What are you doing? You're gonna be late!

You rush to your car, hoping you're fast enough. It'll be your third offense, and you can't get fired from this job. How else will you pay the bills? How will you buy groceries? Clothes? You slam the gas and go over the limit until you see your arch nemesis ahead, blocking your path like a giant wall.

A red light.

God dammit.

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"Y/N!" A deep voice yells from across the hall. You look over, just a few steps into the building, and see your boss, fuming.

He stops over to you, crossing his arms. "Why are you late again? The first client you're assigned to has a big task! What are you doing dilly-dallying?"

"I–"

He puts a hand up to hush you.

"Y/N.. this is not your first time doing this! How can you expect anyone to view you as reliable when this is how you do your job. Ugh." He scowls. "Listen, we don't have anyone to cover you. Just.. do the job, and go home. Got it?"

Your heart stopped. "...go home?"

His eyes burned into yours, threatening to swallow you hole. "As in no more Y/N. As in turn in your uniform. How else do you want me to say it?"

You were stunned. He only scoffed, prancing away from you like some kind of doe.

Oh God.

You just got fired.

What are you supposed to do?

Who's gonna take you?

How are you gonna find work in a town like this?

The thoughts zooming through your head stop only when you view the client's last name on your written schedule, posted on the wall infront of you.

Hantengu.

[melon-cream-enmu]

I had an idea for a part 3 of 'big "happy" family'! After Enmu died from Muzan's attack, darling immediately took the chance to run away with her two children. Now no longer having to live under her "husband's" control, darling lovingly raises her two children in peace. That is until... One night Enmu, now Lower Moon One, finds them, and wishes to be a "family" again, wanting to have his darling wife by his side once more, much to her horror. Thanks for considering!

Cw break in, implied past noncon, reader being a single mother, reader is scared of Enmu, Enmu using his blood demon art, suggestive stripping, suggestive non consensual touch but no sex and no groping, Enmu dresses reader, Enmu lays with reader in her bed

You come home late at night, baby in the sling on your chest and your oldest waddling beside you, chubby hand grasping yours. You pick her up and coo at her, she's looking so tired. You were out late, far past her bed time. You put her down in her bed, all tucked in and dozing off already, tucking a soft whisp of dark black hair out of her face. She was a perfect baby, a perfect first baby, she never caused you any trouble as she grew and you're grateful. You just wish she'd come in a better situation. With a father you loved, so she'd have a true family.

You hug your sleeping son close to your chest and blink away tears that threaten to come before leaving the room. You don't want to wake him, but he'll need to be so you can put him to bed too. You shift the sling while you walk, arm beneath his body as it loosens, walking past your bed room, beside your daughters room, and into the next.

Focused on your son, you don't realize something is wrong until you step into a shadow that slices through the stream of moonlight from the far window like a knife. You freeze. It's a person, the shadow moves slightly so it must be. You want to turn back and grab your daughter and leave, but you don't know who this is and if they intend to hurt you.

You slowly lift your head to the intruder and the sight makes you ill.

A man, holding one of the framed photos of you and your children, looking at it fondly. Dark hair, in a style you recognize, a silhouette you recognize, a voice you recognize, as he hums quietly to himself. But something is wrong.

His clothes aren't familiar, his hair is different, and the most glaringly obvious change is his face. Markings, down his cheek, something you've never seen before.

He should be dead, you saw his body and the carnage in that house when you awoke that day. You don't know what had happened but you had thank every god for sparing you and giving you the chance to leave.

You don't realize you're shaking until your son begins to whine.

The sound causes the man to turn. Time moves in slow motion as your blood turns to ice when you finally see all of him. Pale skin, colors cascading down his cheeks, bright blue eyes now etched with pupils reading 'lower one'. And when he smiles, the sight of fangs shoot fear into your soul.

"There you are. I was worried you wouldn't be back before morning, I'd have to wait all day to see you." You don't understand. "It's been...two, three years? I've finally found you, I don't think I'd have been able to wait any longer." He giggles, and it's like pins in your brain.

You're paralyzed in fear. You try to back away but your body refuses to move as he advances on you. He's right in front of you now, staring deep into your eyes. Some where, deep inside you, you wish you could fall into the hazy loving feeling that they give you, but you can't. You weren't fortunate enough to have met a normal man, and fall in love and begin a normal life together.

His eyes shift down, slowly, as if analyzing every inch of your skin on their way down. "Now, who is this?" You hold your child closer to your chest, but he's able to pull back the loose fabric of the sling regardless. His eyes widen.

"A son..." You're mind grows heavy. Even after all this time, it's familiar. You whimper, eyes fluttering closed before opening once more. Your son is now gone from your hold and tears begin to rise as you can only watch. "Our son." Enmu says, rocking him in his arms. You look as best you can through your hazy view and feel you may be sick.

His hand...one of his hands is gone. You're already wondering how he's begun to hypnotize you again, you didn't see any of his toys or hear any of those dreaded words, you don't understand how he did it.

Then there's a tug on your hair, near your ear. You slowly turn your head, your mind is swimming. You wish you were dreaming when you catch the horrid sight. A disembodied hand on your shoulder, pale lips on its back and they grin at you.

You yelp and attempt to slap it away, but your movements are sluggish. The sudden attempt at movement affects your balance and you begin to sway.

The next moment, you're in his arms. An embrace that is foreign yet familiar. "Careful my love. I wouldn't want to see you hurt." He giggles. You're mad, frustrated, feeling a range of emotions that you can't express. All you can do is cry.

"Let's get you to bed, alright?" He asks as if you'd be able to answer, in your current state. He walks with you, pace steady and sure, into the next room. How long was he in your home, to know what rooms are where. He sits you down on your bedding before moving to your sons crib, cooing at him and holding him gently as he lays him down.

For a moment, all you see is a father, putting his child down for the night, doting on them with love in his gestures. But the second he faces you again, that vision shatters.

The look in his eyes. They'd always been sleepy, always staring a certain way. But you learned quickly what he wanted when he looked at you like that. You shiver as you gather your clothes, hoping he'll just let you sleep unbothered. You don't hear him approach, you only feel the sudden touch of his hands on your arms. He starts to slide the sleeves down after you undo the fabric around your middle. Slowly, like he's savoring it, but you know he's torturing you.

You hold a bundle of hem and sleeves at your chest, reluctant to lose what keeps you shielded from his perverse gaze.

You try to calm yourself while he brushes your hair aside, breathing in against your skin, letting his nose draw a path down your neck to your shoulder, where he lays a soft kiss. It's hard to keep your heart from fluttering when he creeps his hands down your exposed back, letting his cold nails draw lines of goosebumps along the fat of your sides until his hands rest near yours.

His nature betrays his actions, the soft pull at your robes doesn't hide the fact that he's demanding that you let go. You drop everything, stepping out of the pile soon bunched at your feet. Bending down to retrieve your night clothes, you feel his eyes on you and turn to him when you rise. You don't look at him as you dress, assuming he's going to stop you when he closes the small gap between you.

But he takes it from your hands, bringing the sleeves up your arms, covering your chest, and fastening it around your waist. You feel this is more upsetting than if he'd stopped you, whimpering when he holds your jaw and kisses your cheek.

"Come..." You do, you follow him to your bed and allow him to lay with you, your chin tucked to your chest to avoid looking at him, but that doesn't seem to bother him.

Humming quietly, petting your hair, holding you close, it's as if these past three years were only a dream. A wonderful dream, free from your 'husband' and his 'love'. It feels as if nothing has changed, despite the fact that everything that possibly could have changed did...

[deadgirlkisses]

Hi!! I would like to ask, if possible, the lifestyle of Baro x black reader in general with the mention of household chores, what they do with their free time, how they sleep together and more if you have inspiration😊

Bye 🫶🏽

Mr. n' Ms.' routine ♡

in which you spend a day with barou.

c.w: black reader, pro footballer! barou, fly girl shit, the gym, idk anything else!

a.n: i post like every blue moon i swear LMFAOOOOO, but anyways, thank you for asking!

morning:

barou wakes up pretty early in the morning to head for training so you wake up without him, but he sends you a voice note saying sweet words to you! something like:

" mornin' doll ♡, practise was good, i'm driving right now but i'm gonna get something from that caffe you were talking about. anyways, i'll reach in 20 minutes, tops, so don't miss me too much, babe, i'll be there. love you forever. "

you get ready to make some breakfast for yourself, (or if you feel lazy to, you can order!) and do your cute lil' skin n' hygiene routine!

when he comes back home, he makes sure to pester you with tons of kisses and goes straight to shower & change and comes back to eat breakfast with you.

you two work together to wash and put away the dishes which typically takes hours because you two are mostly just talking about the most stupid shit, but work gets done!

you can finally get to work in your cute office in which barou chills out in the living room watching some of his favourite shows until he gets bored and starts trying to cuddle with you while you're trying to focus.

afternoon:

'rou knows how to cook real bad, so expect him to make you something really nice, maybe even something from your culture because you taught him how to make it!

but lunch is that time of the day when you don.t need to eat anything that big and appetizing (if i'm correct) and so, he would probably make you a sandwich or order something for you if he feels too tired to make anything and you're too busy.

now in the afternoon, he gets pretty tired and takes a nap in your shared bed after playing some FIFA or probably COD and just dozes off, but always tosses and turns incase you're not there laying next to him :(

you tend to do some laundry and organizing your closets and cleaning up a bit before eating some lunch and going back to work!

if barou doesn't feel tired, he'll help you clean up or will clean up himself!

night:

barou and you tend to go to the gym at night since not that many people are there and it feels more soothing to work out at night.

he drives while you're the passenger princess (he jokes about this a lot and once called himself "passenger king" when you were driving) looking all dolled up but ready for a pretty nice work out.

he helps you through out like a personal trainer and listens to your shared playlist during the exercise until you're done n' head out.

he normally gives you the aux and can be seen mouthing the lyrics to your favourite songs since you're always playing them in the car with his left hand steerin' while the other grippin' your thigh (alexa, play "don't" by bryson tiller!).

" ugh, i'm so tired, i wanna go home, and my thighs hurt :( " " no worries, i'll stretch you out, alright? " " mmh, that sounds nice- wait stretch me out? what you mean by that? " " in the way a queen needs to be stretched out ♡ "

you two take a nice bath together and do your night routine together taking 30 minutes until you make dinner together, making a beautiful dish!

once done eating, its back to the kitchen again to wash and put back all the dishes, brushing your teeth in the bathroom, hopping into your bed and watching your favourite netflix show and maybe doing something crazy ♡

but, at the end of the day, dolls need their beauty sleep and lovin' ♡

[lullabyes22-blog]

Viktor and Silco saying I love you to their s/o for the first time. What initiates the three magic words and where in the relationship are they at?

Viktor: You've known each other for a while. Perhaps it's even been close to a decade, and you've worked side by side on the Hex-tech together, plenty of late-nighters and lots of coffee and skipped sleep to crack the code of the crystals. At first, he saw you merely as a colleague, but as time passed and your dedication proved equal to his own, his matter-of-factness shaded into respect.

Then one day you saw him collapse in the laboratory, from overwork and general exhaustion. The gentle but unfussy way you set about helping him and calling for Jayce to get a medick was... unexpected. He's so accustomed to living in his head, blinkers on and mind on the goal, that it didn't occur to him that his well-being mattered so much to you.

Thus your relationship begins deepening. You still work long hours in the lab, but he finds himself noticing little details about you, from a different way you've done your hair in the morning, to the childhood books you mentioned enjoying, to a particular way you fix your coffee. Soon, he starts to look forward to seeing you first thing in the morning, and talking to you last thing at night. You have little inside jokes; you can catch his eye and know from a glance whether he thinks Jayce has been droning on too long during a speech, or whether that Councilor is a small-minded pig.

One day, during a late-nighter, you refill his coffee, and hand him a report that you've found particularly intriguing. He nods along, eyes skimming the report, coffee midway to his lips.

"I love you," he says, with the same soft certainty as Thank you.

Because he is thankful for you, every single day, in the lab and out of it.

You've made his life, otherwise difficult and full of pain, so much sweeter to bear.

Silco: He's not a sentimental man. He's not a kind man. He's not even a particularly good man. Love is leverage, and its exploitation is a cold generality. He's only got room for Jinx in his heart. That's already more weakness than is tolerable, but it can't be helped, because she is his, and he'll never forsake what he's laid claim to.

So his feelings for you come as a shock.

You're an ally at most, as asset at best. Your work for Zaun is invaluable, and your dedication is admirable. But he keeps his mind on the big picture, and your are just a thread in that tapestry. Yet he finds your presence at once invigorating and calming. You don't suck up his valuable time. You add to it, with the work you do for him, with the counsel you respectfully impart to him, with the hundred small ways you make sure his role as kingpin and as leader is made one iota easier. Heavy is the head that wears the metaphoric crown - and his crown of thorns pricks more than he cares to admit.

His fondness for you will deepen when you rush to share intel about a compromised mission - one where Jinx might get hurt, or worse. After the fallout is contained, and no casualties are reported, he'll summon you to his office to thank you personally for your quick thinking. He'll assume, with default cynicism, that you'd want something in return.

Your response - "To help you achieve Zaun," - will take him aback.

In private, he may begin calling you Stalwart Little Soldier. But once in a blue moon, he'd also call you Sweetheart. He's a busy man, so he won't always have time for you. But when you're together, you'll notice a smile at the corners of his mouth, a relaxation to the slant of his shoulders. He feels at ease with you. Better still, he feels like you can watch his back.

As he will watch yours.

So it should come as no surprise that when a rival gang attempts to have you killed to send the Eye of Zaun a message, his response is to have his crew blaze a bloody warpath through the streets and cut the threats down. Afterward, you find yourself lying on the couch is his office, bruised and battered but otherwise intact.

His hands are smoothing your hair; his eyes hold a pindot focus.

"Your attackers are dead," he means to say. What comes out is, "I love you."

He's as taken aback as you are. This is how your story starts - not how it ends.

[i-simp-for-fictional-people]

Taking care of you while you're sick

A/N: this was maybe a little self indulgent hehehe- pls dont kill me for not writting anything for a month

Lucifer

Would lecture you about not being careful enough and getting sick

But when he sees you're actually not feeling well his poor heart gets so worried

Brings you anything you need

Agrees to take a break from work for you

Gives you all the medicine and snacks you want

10/10 would get sick again

Mammon

Pretty clueless untill you actually tell him you're sick

He'll start panicking and apologizing about not realizing sooner

Not really experienced but he got the spirit

Quick learner tho

Might ask satan for some help on human medicine and diseases

Cuddles even tho he might get sick as well

Leviathan

Initially wants nothing to do with you

It isnt untill you plop down next to him wrapped in a blanket, sleepy eyes begging to stay

Lots and lots of blush because you chose him to help you

Confused. Very very confused.

Will eventually get it together and get you everything you need

Begs Lucifer to let you stay home but refuses to let him see you

Satan

Very experienced

Can tell you're getting sick weeks before you actually get sick

When you crawl next to him he's very ready

*cue everything from medicine to stuffed animals emerging from his desk*

Doesnt let you do anything while you're sick

Lots of cuddles and forehead kisses

Will read to you to help you sleep

Asmodeus

Worried but pls stay away from him

Like he'll help you while wearing gloves

This poor boy does not like germs

I definitely imagine him as the kind of person to push some soup in your room with a stick

Apologizes a lot after you get better

Just keeps his distance even if he doesnt want to

Beelzebub

I cannot explain this enough- soup

Sosososo much soup and food to get you better

Will hold you in his arms and check your temperature

Will never refuse you snacks

Amazing care, you get better in a matter of two days

Belphegor

Really does not care

Might cuddle you but dont expect that much Initiative

Falls asleep way too much and feels like its a pain in the ass to take care of you

Tho if shit gets bad enough he'll toughen up

Maybe once in a blue moon you'll get him to stay up all night because of you