#cuz perk exists

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Heyyy uhh can you fuse your sun and moon together pretty please btw oh my lord i love your art keep going you rock! 😁✨️✌️👍

d. do you mean like. Eclipse.

and thank you very much <3

[gay-dorito-dust]

hey, i really enjoyed reading your angst drabbles and i was thinking if you could write something like Viktor neglecting reader and all her attempts to be close to him again, and when she decides to give up on him, she almost die in the council room explosion, after he stood her up again, leaving her in some state of coma. then he regret everything, after all she should’ve been with him…

sorry if i made some mistakes, english is not my first language but im trying my best! 🫶🏻

Ah yes, more angst *laughs maniacally in several cups of coffee and severe need to make ppl cry* also your English is perfect, no need to apologise sweetie. Also! This is extremely long cuz I got carried away. Hope you enjoy tho! 🫶🫶

You adored Viktor greatly, for to you there was not a man who could match his brilliance and his resilience, his determination to see everything that he’s put his whole heart and soul into this hextech project through. Everything about him was enticing to you from his dream to better the lives of others, the twinkle in his amber eyes when he had made a scientific breakthrough, not to mention the way he became more animated and eager to talk as he spoke about it; he sounded more alive then ever before which you loved for him.

However what once brought you happiness would eventually become your downfall for as of recent memories as tensions between Piltover and Zaun heightened to a dangerous degree, Viktor had more or less had secluded himself to the lab from the early hours of the morning, rarely to come out for anything or anyone. Gone were the days where you’d see him in the hallways of the academy, blessing you with his beautiful smile as his amber eyes only seemed to glow within your presence in familiarity, offering a short greeting in passing but the recognition of your existence by him was more then a full length conversation with him would have given you.

He left your peripheral vision with nothing to remind you of moment, nothing but a flutter within your chest that’s warm and suffocating as the same time. Now you were left disappointed to ever think that you could recapture that moment again, such like a love sick individual who was detached from all forms of reality that didn’t have him in it. Times were changing and not for the better, for everyone was on edge with what was to come and the tension was so thick you could cut into it with a knife and anticipation hung heavy over everyone, dreadfully awaiting an attack with baited breath and clenched fists in an attempt of bravery in the face of adversity.

Gone were the brief glimpses you’d get of him from the corner of your eyes, leaving you to believe whether or not you did in fact see him or just someone who wore similar clothing. You’d sometimes catch him in the act of waving at you when he was in a hurry or -when he had time to spare- even making himself welcome to the unoccupied seat besides you in the library, looking over your mountain of books with a raised brow and sarcasm upon his lips.

‘You planning to read them all in one go or?’ He’d say, making you scoff as a smile blossomed across your face as you looked into his eyes, finding that they were already on you.

‘Yeah because that’s a completely plausible thing for a person with a simple mind could accomplish.’ You replied with your own form of sarcasm as your smile widens at the sound of his laugh, gladly to have made such a heavenly sound emerge from his mouth. You two would remain in those same seats until it was time to part ways once again, bidding each other farewells as the days drew to a close and you’d leave for home when Viktor would stay overtime in his lab.

Now you don’t see him at all. Your head would perk up at the sound your mind has made you believe was the soft love tap of a cane against wooded floor, only to have your heart clench and mind belittling you when it wasn’t anywhere near Viktor coming into the library but someone else entirely. You were left with a table littered with books and an empty seat besides you, now cold and devoid of the man who’d always sit there and let his thoughts flow freely and bluntly out of his mouth, and yet you’d much prefer that over the deafening silence that greeted you for the past months as the realisation of how cold and miserable you were without Viktor to make your day complete.

You use to frequent the lab more so then your own office just to see Viktor in the past. So much so that Viktor had left a spare chair by his workbench for you to sit on, letting you linger as he worked and never uttering a single word as you were too entranced by the ways his fingers moved and how his facial expressions fluidly moved from one another, it almost like they were telling a silent story of his emotions of his successes and failures within the project. From the highs and lows, the triumphs of learning something new, to the challenges that left dark bags under his eyes from all the late nighters he’s been pulling to at least achieve something in the midst of all the chaos.

Now the warmth that once filled you as you entered the lab felt cold, like you were intruding on something you shouldn’t have. Your once place of refuge had become a place you didn’t recognise as you immediately noticed the lack of the chair you once sat on, it’s location wasn’t a concern of yours more so than the ache within your heart at the seemingly small act. However for such an act as small as removing a spare chair from a workbench you felt as though this was a sign that your presence was no longer a welcomed one; you had become a distraction and in the worse kind to Viktor, and thus your chair had been taken away, signifying that those warm days of human connection had long since overstayed it’s welcome.

‘Viktor?’ You called out but not once did he show signs of recognition towards your voice nor bothered to look up from his work that meant so much to him nowadays. You didn’t know which hurt more, the lack of response or the idea that you were nowhere as dear to his heart as he was to yours at all, however you still smiled through the ache within your chest in hopes that it was just a delayed response on his part.

Nothing. Viktor didn’t even make an attempt to speak to you and just continued being hunched over his workbench with no intention on stopping, acting as though you were merely just a breeze that passed him by and not a human being he was once close to, begging him to acknowledge you and acknowledge the history between the two of you.

‘How long have you been cooped up in here like a little hermit.’ You tried to attempt a joke that only felt awkward and painful when the Viktor didn’t make a sarcastic quip back towards you. He left you in silence once again as you felt your hope slowly start to die within your chest and your smile began to fade from your lips as your resolve began to waver. You swallows thickly as you tired not to let this get to you and instead believe that he couldn’t hear you, and so you walked closer to him until you rested a hand upon his shoulder, making him stop working for a moment before going back to what he was doing soon after.

‘How long has it been since you slept, eaten anything, or just get some fresh air?’ You asked with concern towards his health and how it seemed that he was driving himself down into the ground for academic validation for his work. ‘Why don’t you take a break and take some time away from-‘

‘Not everyone has the luxury of time on their hands.’ Viktor cuts you off but not in the way you’d hope. His words cut through you, making you flinch away from him from the bitter tone that came from him as though he burnt you. ‘They need help now and I won’t allow any further distractions to hinder me from doing so.’ He adds and it obviously felt very pointed towards you as if you were the problem he now faced and you couldn’t help but get a little upset over this.

‘And kill yourself in the process? Who’s going to help them when you’re dead Viktor because it’s sure as hell not me!’ You bit back as you moved back towards the door, finding no point in standing by his side if he was so willing to discard you like you were nothing in the pursuits of science. ‘I’m not going to stand here and watch you lose yourself to your work, I won’t do it.’ You add with certainty but it’s Viktor’s next words that really hurt you despite the softness of his voice, now was sharp as ice and just as piercing.

‘Then don’t bother darkening my door any longer than you already have.’

You stiffened up at this as you felt your heart tore itself in half at the unnecessary hostility thrown towards you as the rift between the two of you had finally made itself known in this moment. The closeness you once shared with Viktor was now an illusion you fell for so willingly, all with the hopes that something more would come from it one day, much like the hopeless romantic that you truly were. However in this moment it was revealed that none of that mattered to him, not as much as it did to you and just as you were about to leave the lab, you looked over at his back and said;

‘Goodbye Viktor. I promise to never be an inconvenience to you ever again since that’s what you wish for.’ And without needing to hear him, you walked out of the lab, shutting the door behind you as you walked down the hall as silent tears fell from your cheeks as you kissed goodbye the one good thing you had left to keep your head above water; however without it you could feel yourself slipping beneath the waves that had threatened to crash over you for a long, long time as you had lost your anchor and you have the angry to care what happens to you.

…

Everything that happened in a matter of seconds. Too fast for anyone to notice what was going on before it was too late and a wave of pain greeted you as you blacked out.

The council was attacked and all signs pointed towards Zaun as the perpetrators.

Viktor was lucky enough to have somehow miraculously survive with the help of the hexcore but you on the other hand were left in a coma from the explosion. All Viktor knew when he came through in his new body was the news that you had could’ve died had you been just a tiny bit closer to bear the brunt of the unforeseen attack. The doctors were overlooking your possibilities of awaking from the coma, they claim that chances of that happening were slim but they believed that you were strong enough to pull through it, not that any of this mattered to Viktor as for all he was aware was that even if you did awake he’d be the last person you wanted to ever see.

He was told that upon being rescued from the rubble you looked like you had already died with the amounts of deep gashes that littered across your face, he got told that you didn’t even look like you were breathing at all, but you looked oddly at peace with the outcome of such a tragedy; as though you were silently suffering inside your own head for a long time and this was you gladly accepting the fate bestowed upon you.

Viktor didn’t know what hurt more, the fact that you could’ve died, or the idea that you were more then willing to have died in the attack then wake in a reality where he had all but pushed you aside. He couldn’t blame you for not wanting anything to do with him anymore, not after trying so hard to get through to him in the past, only for him to retaliate with words that you didn’t deserve. You had every right to never allow him into your life ever again, Viktor didn’t feel he was deserving of a second chance with you, especially not after something as traumatic as almost dying.

Now upon retrospect it would’ve been morbidly poetic had he did die in the attack, his hand reaching towards your own but never truly touching, a reminder that he had severed that connection with you the moment more was demanded of him and of hextech; A once beloved and respected connection that’ll never mend for the damage was already done due to his own hubris.

You deserved more then him and Viktor knew this painfully well enough to continue to drive the wedge between the two of you, all in hopes that you too would see that you were better off in search of something new with someone else, and yet he couldn’t help but cling onto you for himself so selfishly as though he wasn’t the one who caused you pain in favour of staying within the lab to his own devices. Viktor knew he was being ridiculous and he would only be hurting you in the process with his indecision of whether to keep you close by his side, or as far away from him as possible.

Yet everything within him told him to at least visit you, just to be certain that you would be strong enough to emerge from the coma, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that despite how much he wished to see you recover much like you had been bedside for him when his health declined sharply. Viktor remembered the day clear as day as the concern within your eyes shone, and the grip you had on his hand tightened every so often with every inhale and exhale, you didn’t say a single word but you didn’t half to as viktor has taught himself to read you better then most. It was clear that you were afraid but didn’t have the heart to speak up on it, and now he was face with a similar situation.

You were the ache in his heart that he couldn’t be rid of, no matter how much change his body went through, not that he wanted to either and Viktor knew he was the ache within your heart. You two pained each other with your absences, comforted each other’s overthinking minds and gave each other the company you so needed. You needed each other but didn’t at the same time, it was a never ending game with yourself and Viktor as you didn’t know whether to get close to one another or keep the distance between you and pretend that you’re both not hurting when you were.

However Viktor may regret the words he had spoken to you, it doesn’t change fate in the slightest, he was with his commune in the Undercity and you were still in that coma you should’ve awoken from weeks ago. Yet now and then Viktor would find himself looking to his side where he would normally feel you, only to see nothing but thin air and close his eyes as he took a deep breath to compose himself. He regrets everything he said to you but they wouldn’t change the hurt you were both suffering from, Viktor wanted you by his side in that moment but knew he’s better off wishing for that in another life, a life where he chose you.

Now he’ll get to know how sweet that life would be like and the ache within the remains of his heart hurt just that little more, for you, the ache within his him that he couldn’t get rid of but needed all the same to remind himself that he was still the Viktor you once loved.

[nah-my-mom-said-no]

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Manglobe will not be forgotten. That studio cooked WAYY TOOO hard

[tayraedoll]

The Devil at Play

You are a new sinner at the hotel; you are shy but you finally open up after a couple drinks at the bar. Angel Dust steers the conversation to his favorite spicy topic, little do you know there is someone else who is intently listening in.

My first attempt at a Lucifer fic! Let me know what you think <3

Word count: 3,824

18+ MDNI

TW: Alcohol, swearing, drunken shenanigans, sharing a bed, use of s3x toys, rose suction stimulator, fingering, fluff

"Say, is that a mirror in y'er pocket? Cuz I can see myself getting in y'er pants", Angel seductively wagged his eyebrows at Husk, making the feline roll his eyes and take another swig from his bottle.

You smiled into your second cosmopolitan, trying to suppress the giggle that wanted to bubble up. It had been two weeks since you joined the Hazbin Hotel crew and you finally felt comfortable enough to join the others for a drink at the bar. You were never the most social person in life, and that trait followed you into the afterlife. You had spent most of your nights by yourself either in your room or in a quiet part of the hotel like the library. You didn't have anything against the other residents, you were just super self-conscious in social situations. But you were determined to befriend the others and took the leap to finally put yourself out there a bit.

Charlie was definitely the easiest to be around, her bubbly personality made you feel at ease. You also did not have to talk much in her presence, the girl spoke a million words a minute which allowed you to largely just sit there and listen to her rambling. Vaggie was also alright, she wasn't nearly as talkative as her girlfriend but she had a calmness about her. Niffty and Husk mostly just ignored you, they'd briefly acknowledge your presence before getting caught up in their own worlds again. It took a few days for you to warm up to Angel Dust, his crude humor initially made you uncomfortable. But he saw how truly uneasy you were so he never directed those remarks at you which helped tremendously. Now, you were just as content in his presence as you were Charlie's. You honestly stayed clear of Alastor when you could, alarm bells would blare in your head when he was around and your stomach would flip nauseatingly. He was definitely outwardly sweet, but your gut told you not to trust him so you vowed to keep the deer demon at arms distance.

The only resident that you just could not get a read on at all was the King of Hell himself. Lucifer was always so distant, you couldn't recall a single actual conversation shared between the two of you in your entire time at the hotel. Although he didn't necessarily make you feel unwelcome, you did not think he was particularly fond of you either. Part of you wanted to confront him, ask him what his problem with you was; but the other part of you figured the only thing worse than the Devil's cold shoulder would be his wrath. Unwilling to risk angering the fallen angel, you resigned yourself to the act of pretending the other person didn't exist.

'God he was pathetic, two weeks have gone by and he still hadn't mustered the courage to talk to you!', Lucifer thought to himself. Every time he took the initial step to finally strike up a conversation he would inevitably psych himself out of it; he was afraid of coming off weird or worse- desperate. The Devil used to be a smooth talker, but Lilith walking out on him wreaked havoc on his self-esteem. Now, it seemed all he could do is watch you from afar, perpetually tongue-tied and timorous.

He swirled his whiskey around in the glass, watching the amber liquid intently as he tried to come up with yet another reason to talk to you. He sighed heavily, maybe he should just go to bed instead and save himself any more embarrassment.

"So Whispers," Lucifer perked up at hearing Angel's nickname for you, he thought it was positively adorable, "what does it take to make you scream?" Lucifer nearly choked on his whiskey, struggling to stifle his cough in his jacket.

You felt your face heat up, you swished your cosmo before downing the whole thing in one gulp. The alcohol in your system was making you more brazen, with a determined hum to yourself you set the glass back down with a little more force than necessary before turning to face the pornstar.

"You know what? I don't think I ever have. I think that is just some ploy pornos use to make sex seem better than it actually is", you smirk at the stunned look in the spider's eyes, his jaw practically unhinged with how low it dropped.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa timeout here Whispers! Are you tellin me you ain't ever orgasmed before?!", Angel narrowed his eyes at you, trying to detect any hint of deception.

"No- I mean I have! It's just...it's never been like what porn makes it look like! You know- like the 'can't walk straight, seeing stars, and brain won't function anymore' kind. In reality, it's a lot more subtle than that. That's all I'm saying", you shrug and look around the bar to escape Angel's look of complete horror. Your eyes find Lucifer's across the bar- he is staring right at you with such intensity you felt his eyes bore right into your very soul. You swallow dryly and turn back to Angel, his aghast expression was much preferable to Lucifer's fierce staring contest.

"Sweet Satan Babycakes, I don't think you've EVER had GOOD sex before! Don't worry, we will fix this! I will get you set up with an online dating profile and we will get you laid by the end of the week", Angel reached for your phone- which you were thankfully able to grab first you shuddered to think about what the pornstar would write for a dating profile.

"Thanks Angel but I am not really wanting to meet anyone right now. Besides, I promise you I am more than capable of taking care of myself", you shoot him a wink. "I'm off to bed, goodnight everyone!" After the resounding chorus of 'goodnights' from the other guests you make your way to the stairs, completely unaware of the yellow eyes that followed your every step until you were out of sight.

An hour later you were freshly showered and changed into your comfiest PJ's; you were about to get into bed when there was a knock at your door. You sighed heavily, you swear if Angel was at your door with a picture of a dude on a dating app you were going to to shave all of fluff right off. Half-stomping to the door you open it roughly, "Angel really, I'm ser-". Your eyes became wide as saucers, it was not Angel at your door as you expected but Lucifer himself. "Uhhh...what can I do for you Luc- I mean your majesty?!" Heat spread throughout your face and neck, no doubt you were tomato red right now.

"Luc-ifers f-fine sweet-art", he slurred back. You raise a brow and appraise the Devil before you; he was utterly disheveled- his shirt untucked, vest and tie pulled open, hair a wild mess like his hands kept running through it, and his eyes were completely glazed over. The angel was completely shit-faced and standing at your door in the middle of the night- great. But WHY was he here? And did he really need to get absolutely hammered in order to talk to you? Your smile faltered, that thought stung more than you cared to admit.

"Sooo uhh Lucifer, is there something I can help you with?" you cock your head to the side questioningly.

The blonde beamed at you with the brightest smile, your heart becoming a puddle in your chest at the sight, "Yes! Y/N, would you do me the date of going on an honor with me? Wait-what?"

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped you, he was too stinkin cute, "Maaayyybe we should revisit this conversation tomorrow when you have sobered up."

"NO!", he suddenly wrapped his fingers around your shoulders, you let out a gasp of surprise as you stared into his wild eyes. "I-I'm so sorry. You're right, I just...don't know if I'll have the courage to." Your heart broke, he looked close to tears and was having a hard time looking you in the eyes. "I've been trying to talk to your for weeks...I'm such a coward", he sniffed and moved to pull away from you, however, you were quick to grab hold of him and wrap him in a tight hug.

"It's okay, I have a hard time talking to others as well. That doesn't make you a coward", you feel him wrap his arms around you in return, you vow to hold him for as long as he needed.

After several minutes he shifted more of his weight onto you, making you stumble and readjust so neither of you fell. "Hey Lucifer?", you were met with silence. "Lucifer!", this time you got a small snore. Fantastic, now he was asleep practically on top of you. Now what were you supposed to do about this? You looked around, no one was in the hallway, likely everyone had gone to bed already. You sighed, you were not strong enough to carry him up three flights of stairs to his room, nor could you just leave him on the hallway floor. Your only liable option was to bring him into your room and share the bed, it was at least big enough that you could share it without needing to touch each other.

You half-dragged/half-carried the King of Hell to your bed and set him on the edge. You took the time to remove his shoes before tucking his legs under the covers and bringing the comforter up to his chin. He had a soft smile on his face, it was the first time you had ever seen him look peaceful. You smiled at him for a moment, "Goodnight Lucifer", you whispered. Your feet padded softly on the floor as you tiptoed to the other side of the bed, carefully slinking in so you wouldn't disturb his majesty. With a final glance at the angel beside you, you let your consciousness drift into dreams of yellow eyes and warm hugs.

Lucifer grumbled unhappily, pushing his face further into his pillow in an attempt to block out some of the light seeping in through the window. He just became aware of the pounding headache behind his eyes, Satan why did he drink so much?! Okay yea, perhaps the 4 whiskey sours he chugged before running to your room were a bit much...WAIT. He froze, memories suddenly crashing back into his mind. HE. HAD. COME. TO. YOUR. ROOM. Yellow eyes flew wide open- the baby blue comforter, the Verosika poster on the wall, and the side table full of make-up, perfume, and lotion were DEFINITELY not his. He slowly picked his head up and his breath caught in his throat- he was on top of you, hugging you koala-bear style, and what he thought was the comfiest pillow in existence was actually your left breast. HE WAS NUZZLING HIS FACE INTO YOUR BOSOM NOT EVEN 60 SECONDS AGO!

Thankfully, what was left of his lucky stars came together and you were not yet awake to find him in such a compromising position. However, with how he was wrapped around you there was a high chance that he would wake you by moving. Slowly, he extracted his arms from underneath you one at a time; he breathed a sigh of relief when he was safely moved over to "his" side of the bed. Now what? Did he just continue to lay here until you woke up? Would it be weirder if he watched you sleep or if he just left and made you wake up alone? Luckily (the the second time already this morning), his thoughts did not have to spiral for long before you stirred beside him. You groggily blinked the sleep from your beautiful eyes before gifting him with your radiant smile, "Good morning! Sleep well?"

The angel chuckled nervously, golden blush painting his cheeks as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, "Yea, better than I have for a while honestly. Thank you." You both fall into an uncomfortable silence, neither of you knowing where to go from here.

"So uhh.."

"About last night-"

You both stop, giving the other room to speak first which only led to more unpleasant silence.

"Ladies first."

"No, I insist, you first"

Lucifer coughed nervously, "I'm sorry for last night. I shouldn't have come to your room, especially in such an inebriated state. But thank you for not kicking me out or otherwise shunning me."

You gave him a small smile "Well, I couldn't just leave our king alone in the hallway. What kind of hostess would that have made me?" The king chuckled before you continued in a barely audible whisper, "Do you remember what you said last night?"

Lucifer's eyebrows scrunched together as he carded through his memories, trying to figure out what you could be referring to. His eyes went wide before he turned back to you,"Yes!"

You each just stared at each other for a bit, both equally flushed. Finally, you broke the silence, "Yes...you remember?"

"Oh! Golly, I am so sorry! Yes, I remember and YES I would still like to take you out on a date! I-if you would like to go that is...on a date...with me."

Your happy giggle sounded like music to his ears, you gently reached for is hand and intertwined your fingers together, "I'd love to. I mean, technically, we have already slept together", you shot him a wink.

Lucifer gave you a sultry smile, "Ah yes, I will make sure that I am sober next time so I can fully enjoy the experience." You laughed, getting up to collect your things to get ready for the day. Lucifer followed suit, patting around the bed for his phone; when he couldn't find it he reached for the bedside table. Upon opening a drawer he found a peculiar device- it was in the shape of rose with an opening in the middle. Intrigued, the demon king pushed the "on" button and suction took place at the opening.

Lucifer's face turned a brilliant gold when he realized what he was holding. And it was just his luck that you happened to walk back over at that moment.

"So, what's on the ag-", you cut off when you saw your sex toy in the angel's hand; all you two could do was stare at each other- seemed you were doing that a lot lately. To break the tension, Lucifer said the first thing that came to mind.

"Does this make you scream?"

Your mind was blank, all trains of thought came to an abrupt halt when you found THE KING OF HELL with your rose clitoral stimulator in hand. You couldn't comprehend the question he asked, "Er...what?"

"Well I-uh...I remember Angel asking what made you scream at the bar last night and you said nothing. I must admit that I agree with Angel on thinking you have never, ever had good sex if you've never lost composure."

"Oh really? And do you think that YOU could make me lose my composure?", you crossed your arms in front of you and smirked.

The king stared back at you with wide eyes, the beautiful caramel color taking over his face again. You slowly approached him until you were standing just an inch apart, "Show me."

It was like a switch was flipped at your words, Lucifer's hands were on your hips and he began walking you backwards towards the bed. When your legs hit the bed, he raised one hand to gently cup your cheek as he leaned in to leave a tender kiss on your lips. His lips were as smooth as satin and tasted like candied apples; you moaned sensually, which he took advantage of by delving his tongue into your mouth.

Suddenly, his hand still on your hip turned you around so your back was to him. He sat back on the bed, pulling you with him until you were sat between his legs with your back pressed to his chest; you could feel his heart beating erratically, his body hard- hinting at the chiseled musculature that lay underneath his clothing. The king's panting breaths gently rocked you forward; he nuzzled his face into your neck, planting soft kisses on your sensitive skin.

Your hands gripped onto his knees as his hands slowly moved up your sides and fondled your breasts through your clothes, another wanton moan escaping you.

"Oh my sweet Angel, losing control already? I haven't even begun to touch you yet", Lucifer's voice had dropped an octave, deep and rich like barrel-aged bourbon. You pushed your breasts into his hands as her expertly kneaded them. He lightly gripped your shoulders and pushed you forward just enough for him to get your shirt over your head, he took your bra off as well before pulling you back to rest against him once more.

"Now, let's see what other pretty sounds you can make", he turned the suction on at the lowest setting again, the sound of the buzzing toy filling the room. The devil began by moving the toy down your neck and across your collarbone, the slight suction making your skin tingle. As he made his way down your décolleté, your grip on his knees tightened and whimper passed through your lips. The moment the suction caught onto your hardened nipple your back arched almost painfully and your mouth popped open into a perfect "O".

"That's it gorgeous, just relax, let me take care of you."

He increased the suction on your nipple by one setting, his other hand masterfully pinching and tweaking your other nipple. Your thighs clamped together, hips gyrating desperately to get friction between your legs as the heat in your lower belly blossomed. Lucifer returned his lips to your neck, nipping your skin and leaving dark bruises in his wake. You cried out in a half-moan/half-sob, the coil tightening alarmingly fast. You bit down on your lip as you struggled to ground yourself in the overwhelming pleasure.

"Oh no, no, no Sweetheart. No holding back your tempting cries, I want to hear them all", he removed his fingers from your breast to dip a claw into your mouth to free your lip from your teeth. Returning his fingers to your aching nipple, he swirled the same claw that was just in your mouth around the sensitive bud. All the sensations were too much, with a scream, you came undone under his fingers. Your head hit the demon's shoulder as you caught your breath. Did he really just make you cum by only touching your nipples?!

Before you knew what was happening, the rose was moving down your navel towards your waist. You were not sure how or when it happened but you now found yourself completely bare. Instinctively, you attempted to close your knees to hide yourself only to be stopped by two strong legs wrapping around your thighs and forcing them apart.

"That was a fabulous first act Angel, but it's time for the grand finale", Lucifer had not dropped that sultry tone. Your core clenched upon hearing the promise of pleasure in his voice, slick leaking from your needy hole and ruining the bedsheets underneath you. His fingers trailed down your side, tickling your belly, before slipping between your folds. A loud gasp erupted from you as the king lazily circled your sensitive nub, "So wet for me, such a good girl. Are you ready for more?"

His fingers parted your folds, holding your outer labia apart to expose your clit while his other hand held the rose to hover just above your most sensitive spot. You knew it was coming, but a jolt of electricity still rocked your every nerve ending the moment the suction hit your pearl. Your thighs immediately tensed almost painfully, Lucifer's own legs keeping you spread-eagled; a high-pitched trill resounded throughout the room.

"Just like that Doll, keep those gorgeous sounds coming", Lucifer's fingers slid down your lower lips and two digits pushed into you, rubbing along your gummy walls until he found that perfect spot that had your head falling back on his chest again. His fingers set a long, smooth rhythm, brushing that sweet spot over and over again. The squelching sound of his fingers disappearing into your pussy accompanying your cries.

You had lost control of your voice, your lewd moans escaping you completely unbidden as your whole body coiled impossibly tight. Knowing how close you were, The Devil pressed the button to increase the suction just a bit more and the damn finally broke. You came with such a deafening scream there was no way it was not heard throughout the entire hotel. Your head was spinning from the lack of oxygen to your brain, sweat covering you in a thin sheen as you panted. You could officially say you were fucked until you couldn't think straight.

Lucifer set the rose to the side and wrapped his arms around you, rubbing soothing circles up and down your arms as you came down from your high. He planted adoring kisses on the hickies left on your neck and licking up the trails of sweat.

"So, do you still believe that screaming is just some ploy used in porn to fake pleasure?", the angel asked when your breathing finally returned to normal.

You giggled, "I'll admit, that was the best sex I have ever had."

"Oh Darling, you know I am the sin of pride right? There is no reason to inflate my ego like that", you could feel his smile against your skin. You twisted around to face him, pressing your lips to his.

"If I had known you were capable of that, I would have spoken to you a long time ago", you winked.

"Well, now I'm worried that no conversation will live up to your expectations", he chuckled.

"Hmm, somehow I highly doubt that."

At that moment, your stomach embarrassingly decided to join the conversation. Lucifer smiled wider "Do you like pancakes?"

"I could definitely go for some pancakes right now", you nodded.

Lucifer kissed your temple, "I'll meet you downstairs then!" With that, The Devil disappeared into a portal and left you to get dressed. You couldn't help but smile as you replayed the unexpected turn of events. You were really happy you decided to go to the bar last night.

[delulu-is-da-solulu]

𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓽.:｡+•

⌦ .｡.:*♡Valentine's Day special˚ ◌༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ

(tmnt fanfic spin-off fic)

2k12! Donnie x reader

Hurt/fluff

A/N: Before I start this I wanna explain what this fic is. I'm really excited for Valentine's Day, it's my favorite holiday, so I wanted to post a fic in the context of my actual series that doesn't actually follow the story. so if you're okay with that, then let's start. <3

word count- 1600

While in your room scrolling through Tumblr and listening to music, you hear a tap on your window. Scince theres only four people you know that enter homes vian window, you get up to open it. “Hey Don. what are you doing her-” When you looked up from your phone you saw Doonies face, puffy, with strained red eyes.

He comes in, and instantly tumbles onto your bed. You don't need him to tell you what happened, today is Valentine's Day, Donnie has been working on something for weeks, and well… he’s Donnie. “D- did she not like it?”

“No, she did like it. She just didn't like me,” he curls up in a ball, and ruins your freshly made bed. “I- I don't know what I did wrong?”

“Donnie, you didn't do anything wrong she just didn’t like you.” You lay down on your bed next to him, while patting his shell in an attempt to comfort him. 

“Well, why not!” He jerks up, you jump back startled. Donnie’s never been aggressive towards you, he looks more mad than he does sad, and that bothers you beyond extent.

“Hey don't scream at me 'cause you got rejected! She doesn’t like you, get over it!” you push him off your bed, and look down at him irritated. “Donnie, I understand you liked April, but she’s like the only girl you know! your ‘feelings’ for her are just the way you react to seeing a woman.”

“Then what are you, a hermaphrodite?”

You burst out in laughter, “What!?”

“You heard me! If I’m attracted to every woman I see you mustn’t be one, cuz I’m not drooling over you!” He pokes your shoulders over and over again, till you're stating his hands away like flies.

“Well, screw you asshole!” the two of you started laughing together, “w- well my dicks probably way bigger than yours!”

“Wow, you've only been a man for a couple of seconds and you’re already trying to start a dick-measuring contest. I can feel the testosterone radiating off you.”

“Yup!”

 Donnie looks up at you with a somewhat remorseful face. “Hey, uhh… (Y/N), I’m sorry about lashing out at you. I don’t know why I did that.” he lifts himself off the floor of your room and rolls onto your bed. He rests his head down on your lap and cuddles up to your thighs. “Will I ever find love?”

You let out a light chuckle, “Oh woe is you. Donnie, it feels like people get mutated every day, one day someone might get mutanted and you might like them. And the Krang even being a thing proves that aliens exist! Who says you can't get an extraterrestrial baddie?”

“You flatter me, (y/n) if I can’t get a girl as beautiful, smart, and caring as April, what makes you think any other girl will want me?”

“Looking at how pathetic you are now, I have absolutely noooo clue. But you’ll make it work, you always make it work.” you pat the back of his head, much to Donnie's irritation.

“You know how much I hate that.” he pinches you.

“And you know how much I hate you.” you slap the back of his neck, and he jerks back holding neck as it stings, while you chuckle to yourself.

An hour or two later of just rotting in your bed, Donnie perks up with his "I’ve got an idea!" eyes. “Is your mom home, or siblings!?”

“No. why do you ask?" All of a sudden he picks you up by your thighs and he starts to go downstairs with your legs flailing. “Donnie what are you doing, put me down?”

you scream before you’re thrown on the couch, with Donnie sitting next to you. You were gasping for air, “D- dude, what’s your… FUCKING… PROBLEM!?”

“It’s Valentine's Day,” he said as if he didn’t just forcibly remove you from your warm comfortable bed.

“So?” you throw a pillow at him, which he catches before it can touch his face.

“What else do two single, hopeless romantics, do on Valentine's Day when neither of them have a valentine?” 

“Cry?”

“Already did that.”

“Watch romance movies?”

“Bingo,” he says with a cheeky smile, "so I’m thinking, of Mamamia, Enchanted, or my personal favorite. BEAUTY AND THE BEAST!”

“Every time we watch a movie together, you say Beauty and the Beast.” you chuckle, while his once confident and excited face becomes slightly embarrassed. “What about the princess bride? Ooh, or Labyrinth!”

“You always say Labyrinth! It doesn’t matter how many times you watch it, you won't become Sarah, and get to dance with David Bowie, in an all-white puffy ball gown.”

“Damn, you can’t just let a girl dream?”

“You crushed mine of rewatching Beauty and the Beast for the 85th time, so NO.”

It took about ten minutes for you and Donnie to both decide on a movie, but when you did the two of you were so into it.

“Anastasia.” you sigh, with a hint of whimsy in your voice.

“It never misses,” Donnie took another chocolate out of the box. “I thought you didn’t have a valentine, who got you these chocolates?”

“My dad.” you open the second box, “These ones are way better, I always open the shitty ones first.”

“These chocolates aren’t shitty, I really like them. And that's really nice of your dad to try and make you feel special.” Donnie's smile is truly adorable, even when it’s so obviously forced it can't help but make you grin. I guess people are referring to Don when they say, "a smile is contagious."

“Yeah, his are good, but I like the ones I bought better.”

He looks at you confused, “You bought yourself chocolates? If I knew you wanted some I would’ve gotten it for you. Now I feel bad.”

“No, I got them for someone else. But I decided it’d be best to not give it to them.”

“Wha- why not!?” The look of shock on his face is enough to make you choke on your drink. As you start coughing Donnie starts patting your back, trying to help.

“Hee- ha, hee- ha” As you were wheezing, you glanced back at Donnie and his face was even worse. If you had your phone you’d take a picture and meme it. “Donnie stop!”

“Stop what!?”

“You’re face! It’s killing me please…” After a couple of minutes, you managed to regain yourself. “Okay, okay I'm good now.” you look back at Donnie and he’s just waiting.

“You’re done?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me why a pretty girl, decided to get a guy chocolates on Valentine's Day, and just thinks to herself 'he wouldn’t like me.' and gives up!”

“Donnie-”

“I’m a mutated turtle and I gave it a shot! Did it land? No. it didn’t even hit the target. But I tried! What kind of psycho wouldn’t like you? You’re great to talk to, you're so talented, you’re pretty, you're fun, and it’s impossible not to like you!”

“He already likes a girl. The two of us are friends and he likes a girl that isn’t me. And he’s been obsessed with her for a while, I would have given him the chocolates but- then it would’ve made things weird.”

Donnie was confused and angry, at this mystery guy he’s never met, and now he feels bad for ranting about something he didn’t know shit about. “I- I didn’t mean.” he felt bad for what he said… at least you think he felt bad, you had no clue why he suddenly had a poker face on.

“Donnie, Donnie?” you wave your hand over his face before he looks back at you.

“Why do you like him?”

“What?”

“I mean, it’s pretty obvious when you like someone. You don’t exactly hide the way you feel about people, so I’m shocked he didn’t pick up on it. I mean if he was that great if a friend, he’d know the way you feel about him, that’s all I’m saying…” 

he started tapping his finger on his knee as we continued to watch the movie. Donnie tapping only occurs when he’s stressed or mad. But why would he be mad at?... then you got a great idea.

“Hey, Donnie.”

“Yeah?” he looked down at your hands.

“Want his chocolates?”

“Wh- for me!?”

“Yeah, you’re a way better guy than Danish anyway. You deserve then Donnie.” you grab his hands and place them in his palms, but not before kissing him on his cheek. “I know I'm not April, but I’m still a girl, so you should start swooning sooner or later.” you chuckled before laying back on the couch.

You took his attention away from the movie, and you had it for the rest of the night. He didn’t eat the chocolates, he put them on the coffee table and said he was gonna eat them when he got home. Instead, he cuddled up to you, in a totally ‘platonic’ way.

“Don, I appreciate the affection but don’t you think this is weird?”

“No, you have socks on. We should watch Atlantis next.”

“I’m always down to watch Atlantis. But you’re getting up to get the remote.”

At 4 am, Donnie you two finish Hunchback of Notre Dame, and you fell asleep on the couch. He cleaned up the living room so your mom wouldn’t get mad, then he picked you up and tucked you into bed.

“Thank you (Y/N)" he places a kiss on your forehead. Then he leaves out the window.”

You wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, but on your way back to your bed you see something on your windowsill. You go over to see what it is and it’s a beautiful parasol, with a sticker on it, a purple turtle.

Thank you sooo much for reading!!! If you liked this please give me some feedback on ur favorite parts so I can get better at writing (cuz I’m really not the best) and I hope u have a good day <3

[alethianightsong]

I fully expected Sinners (2025) to be overhyped and was glad to see it was fresh and original. It also remembered that vampires have to be invited in which leads to some great scenes.

So I'm black and am bone tired of historical black films being either about slavery or the civil rights era. This film is very much a period drama that just so happens to have vampires in it. Like Dusk Till Dawn, it starts as one genre before the second genre (horror) starts bleeding in little by little until you're watching Depression-era gangsters going toe-to-toe with a vampire and his thralls.

Both Smoke and Stack (played by Michael B. Jordan in dual roles) have love interests who exist in different worlds from them. Smoke's estranged wife is a practitioner of folk medicine and believes in the supernatural while Stack's love interest Mary (Hailee Steinfeld) is a white-passing black woman who he broke things off with so she could live a white life. They're both still deeply in love with them but left their wife and lover to live a life of crime in a bid to get ahead in a racist world.

To summarize the first half of the film, the brothers buy an old saw mill to turn into a juke joint. They enlist their cousin Sammi to play at it and when he plays, he plays so well that his music summons the ancestors and descendants which dance alongside the living. Enter the vampire Remmick who wants Sammi's gift. As a vampire, he's cut off from both the living and dead and hasn't been able to commune with his people in centuries so he wants Sammi to join him and summon his ancestors too. Remmick quickly turns the patrons of the juke joint into vampires so he can have a "community" of his own but it's a pale imitation of what Sammi can do. With only 7 survivors left inside the juke joint, they have to hold out until sunrise while Remmick taunts them from outside.

My favorite moment is obviously the scene where the ancestors and descendants dance with the living but my 2nd-favorite scene is when 1 of the newly turned vampires tries to trick his way back inside. At this point, everyone is slowly realizing they're in a horror movie (except for Smoke's hoodoo wife who figured it out quick) so while the vampire keeps trying to get someone in the juke joint to let him in, they're asking why they must VERBALLY give consent and he can't say it outright. It's a great scene because the audience knows he's a vampire but the characters don't know what he is, they just know something's amiss.

Overall, SINNERS was an experience worthy of the $11.80 I spent on the ticket. My theater was barely half full (perks of living in a rural area) so it was an immersive experience. Shoutout to Grace Chow's actor for understanding the assignment cuz she had me convinced that she owned a grocery store in the Mississippi Delta.

[espballs]

It's Never Just Coffee

Chapter 1 - I Saw You Paint The Sun

♡ Summary: The Mean Bean gets a new alien barista! And Shadow wants to learn more about the other hedgehog in Green Hills

♡ Note: Canon divergent, technically takes place at the start of Sonic 2 but Knuckles left Eggman and became bros with Sonic. Shadow got released by Commander Walters. Gerald died. Shadow doesn't want to destroy the world cuz Eggman and Gerald aren't there. Characters may be ooc because of altered events

♡ Cross posted on AO3

“Ma’am this is The Mean Bean… There are no Unicorn Frappuccinos here...”

The little girl on the other side of the counter frowned. “Then can you give me something pink?” She asked quietly, instantly perking up with a new idea. “Oh! And add a little unicorn horn to it too! With sprinkles, powder, and drizzle!”

Shadow recoiled out of sheer disgust. How could anyone drink something like that when coffee beans existed?

Shadow sighed and softened his gaze. He looked down at the little girl. “I can’t make that, but what I can make you is a hot chocolate with lots of whipped cream”

The girl brightened up again and slammed a ten dollar bill onto the counter. “YES! Make me that!” she screamed.

Shadow recoiled so fast he almost fell off of his stepping stool. But he took her money and entered it into the cash register and handed the girl her change before hopping off his stool.

His ears flicked when she let out a squeal of excitement. The little girl quickly rushed out the way for Stone to take care of the next customer. 

Shadow moved with precision every time he made a drink. Cold milk from the jug poured carefully into the pitcher. Pitcher under the steam nozzle, where it’d let out a small hiss and the milk began to bubble as the temperature rose.

Shadow tended to think while it heated up.

Shadow hadn’t been working at Coffee shop for long, today was his second day and he was already considering quitting. It had been two weeks since his sudden release from G.U.N.

But Shadow knew he was definitely being monitored—if the band on his left wrist was anything to go by.  

Milk swirling with cocoa powder always drew Shadow back in. The rich scent it released was one Shadow had grown accustomed to in the past week. It brought him back to her.

Pouring the mixture into the ceramic mug. Shadow wondered why they let him out, and why now. Fifty years of pain and they let him go despite the fact he might try and take revenge on them for killing her?

He circled the whipped cream around till it began to build up into a tall mountain of white. Shadow stepped back to momentarily admire it before he stuck a peppermint stick in the center.

Shadow placed the hot chocolate in front of the girl with a soft exhale, not realizing he’d been holding his breath until the moment passed. He glanced up and saw the little girl’s eyes light up as she admired her drink.

“Thank you,” She quickly said before she grabbed the mug and chugged her drink.

Perhaps it was the little girl's youth, her blonde hair, or even her blue coat that somehow reminded Shadow of Maria.

Perhaps it was odd of him to be reminded of her every time he saw a blonde, whenever he looked at the color blue, or whenever he saw someone as youthful as she was when she died.

Maria was a constant thought in his brain ever since his release. The pain of her loss felt like too much to bear at times

Shadow just shook his head and turned back to his work. 

“You alright Shadow?” Stone asked, standing by the front counter.

Shadow didn’t respond at first. He tried to steady his mind many times without success, he worried it was beginning to become a distraction. Would Stone get rid of him for it?  

“Y’know… if you’re feeling sick I can get Brayden to cover your shift.” Stone whispered.

Brayden was the only other employee of The Mean Bean. He worked there before Stone owned it. But Brayden was the only employee that Stone didn’t fire after he took over. (after he accused the previous owner of money laundering and got her locked up)

Shadow quickly shook his head. “I’m fine.”

Stone sighed, showing his dissatisfaction at Shadow’s response. Stone shuffled his feet, glancing around the shop. “You know, you could talk about it, if you wanted to." Stone tried to be subtle about his suggestion. Stone failed.

Shadow shot him a glance, his gaze narrowing into a glare and he felt like throwing Stone out the window. Shadow refrained from doing so since Stone had taken him in and given him a job. "I'm not here for therapy.”

“I get it. I do,” Stone held up his hands in a mock surrender and backed away from Shadow. "I don’t know what you're thinking about, or if anything at all." Shadow really wanted to just walk away. “But you’ve got a fresh start, kid. Even if it feels like you’re passing or wasting time, this is a chance to get away from whatever put you in that alleyway”

What put Shadow in that alleyway was the rain. Shadow had been hiding in a trash bin to cover from the night when Stone found him.

So technically that made no sense.

But Stone constantly drew his ex that disappeared off the planet on customer's coffee’s everyday and cried about how much he missed the guy so he never made any sense. Shadow was pretty sure Stone was going insane too…

“...Okay?” Shadow had no idea what to say to any of that.

Stone just nodded awkwardly and took a step back, still staring at Shadow. “Okay… okay” He kept staring at the hedgehog till the bell at the door rang and a customer walked in.

Weirdo.

“Oh, fuck” Stone sighed.

Now Shadow just had to turn and see what customer managed to make Stone curse with their mere presence. Either to thank them for helping him escape the awkward conversation or give them a kick to the face.

“What's up, Stone!”

Shadow would be annoyed too if someone walked in with that much energy at 11:23 in the morning. But he would be annoyed if anyone came in with that much energy at any time so who was he to be talking?

“Wade,” Stone greeted through gritted teeth, putting a smile on his face.

Wade Whipple was apparently a regular at The Mean Bean, much to Stone’s dismay. Shadow wondered if he would end up having to suffer the same fate as Stone: Having to serve Wade Whipple a coffee with copious amounts of sugar.

Stone had given Shadow an entire tutorial on how to make Wade’s concerning order without killing the man or dissatisfying him on his first day.

Wade walked up to the counter with a blindingly bright smile on his face. “Got an important case to solve today!” he announced proudly. Now that interested Shadow. As far as he knew, Green Hills was a quiet town with little to no crime at all.

“Three donuts went missing from my desk this morning!” Oh , way to disappoint! 

This was obviously not worth Shadow’s time. The espresso machine was in need of cleaning, and much more worthy of his time.

Stone forced a smile, he forced it so much you could tell he was forcing it. “Let me guess. Large coffee, and a ton of extra sugar?”

Wade obviously didn’t notice. “You know it!” Wade smiled so much it was starting to concern Shadow. “Oh, and throw in one of those muffins! I’ve been craving one since Friday” It was Tuesday… Why didn’t he just go to the store? Were the Mean Bean’s pastries that good?

Stone barely had time to start Wade’s coffee order before the doorbell chimed again. Shadow was gonna have to serve that customer… he crossed his fingers and prayed they wouldn’t be as energetic as Wade.

“Morning, Wade!” the man greeted, his tone casual as he approached the counter.

Well he technically wasn’t as bad!

The sigh Stone let out told Shadow that the guy definitely was.

Shadow wondered if quitting on the spot would be rude. He decided it probably was and turned around.

A man in a sheriff uniform walked up to the counter and stood besides Wade. The name ‘Wachowksi’ was on the right side of his uniform. He looked normal, not that interesting, and the soft smile on his face looked normal compared to Wade. He didn't look like a strict cop, but he wasn't as sunshine and rainbows as Wade.

“Ah! Tom! I’ve got a case for you!” Shadow desperately hoped it would be more interesting. “Donuts! Three stolen right off my desk!” Goddamnit.

"You sure it wasn't you that ate them-"

Shadow hopped up onto his stepping stool and waited for the two to finish talking. “Oooo! Another alien hedgehog!” Wade whispered.

… Another?

Shadow resisted the urge to tilt his head and ask about that. But instead, he looked Tom dead in the eye and asked, “What would you like to order?”

To say the sheriff was dumbfounded was an understatement.

Tom just blinked at him for a few moments before he shook his head. His mouth hung open for a moment before he spoke. “Oh, uhm… just coffee, black” He said before quickly going back to staring at Shadow and recovered just as quick. “Thanks”

Shadow nodded before hopping off the stool.

“He looks like Sonic, but dark and edgy with gay highlights...” Wade failed to whisper quietly. “You think he knows him?”

Sonic must be the other hedgehog!

“Isn’t it wrong to think all alien hedgehogs know each other?”  

Shadow really wanted to laugh, but I’d reveal he was eavesdropping on their conversation. 

“I mean… aliens coming here is basically normal after Tails and Knuckles dropped by.” Tom laughed quietly. 

So there are other aliens on the planet besides me and Sonic!

“Right, right, right” Wade nodded in understanding, bowing his head slightly before quickly bouncing back. “He’s all dark and broody though, nothing like Sonic… bet they'd be best friends!” 

Shadow did not like where that was going.

“You should bring Sonic here! I bet he’d explode just seeing another hedgehog around!” 

Tom chuckled lightly. “I don’t think Sonic needs any more explosions in his life. And knowing him, he’d probably run around the room and talk a mile to the guy.”

Wade clasped his hands together as if the idea thrilled him. “Exactly! Imagine how happy he’d be! Sonic’s like your son dude! You should want him to have friends he relates to! It’d be so good for him!” 

Shadow wanted to think something mean about that, but he was starting to wonder if it’d be good for him too.

Stone handed Wade his coffee and muffin. “Will that be all today?”

“Oh, yeah! Thanks!” Wade was smiling brightly again before he turned back to Tom. “Just saying! I think their friendship would be mind blowing dude!”

Tom just nodded along. “Yeah, yeah”

Shadow saw the opportunity to step back onto his stool and slide Tom’s coffee over to him. 

“Shouldn’t you get back to working on your… donut case?” Tom asked. Is he trying to get rid of Wade?

Wade’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. “Oh crap! I totally forgot about that.” Wade rushed out the door. Shadow was kind of sad to see him go since now he wouldn’t be able to find out much about that other hedgehog.

“So… new to Green Hills?”

Shadow looked up at Tom. “Yes” he said in the most monotone voice he could muster. Shadow was fighting the urge to ask a million questions about the man's alien hedgehog son.

“Don’t know if you heard, but my kid, Sonic—” Tom cut off mid-sentence when he looked back and Shadow’s pupils dilated in what was probably excitement, his tail wagging behind him. “...Sonic, he’s also a hedgehog, not from earth… and he's... blue”

“I’ve heard.” Shadow replied, trying to sound monotone and bored but the slight tightness in his voice betrayed his interest. Shadow hadn’t heard anything about the hedgehog before, but the idea of him was enough to have Shadow captivated.

Tom smiled at him. “Well, nice to meet you! I gotta head back to the station now!” Tom took his coffee and left.

Shadow only watched him leave.

“What do you know about Sonic?”

Stone blinked, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “The Hedgehog?” He asked, even though there was no one else Shadow would be asking about.

Shadow nodded up at him, now that they were in the privacy of Stone’s apartment. Shadow wasted no time in getting to the point, as soon as the door shut it was time to interrogate Stone.

“He’s… a hedgehog” Shadow, ever patient and kind, resisted the violent urge to punch Stone to the moon. “Uhm… he’s fast, like stupidly fast” Shadow ran to his bedroom and rushed back with a notebook and pencil in hand to write that down. 

Stone gave him a funny look, so Shadow glared at him to continue. “Uhm… He never shuts up, he’s ridiculously optimistic, annoyingly energetic…”

Shadow nodded along as he frantically scribbled the words down. He muttered to himself as he wrote, “Talkative…. Optimistic… energetic…”

Stone laughed. “Is he not your type?”

Shadow ignored the comment and watched Stone as he sat down on the couch. “Tell me more about him” Shadow didn’t demand it this time, his voice softer and his tone sounded almost pleading .

Well Stone couldn’t say no to him now… 

“He lives with The Wachowski’s, Tom and his wife, Maddie” Stone began, holding up two fingers to count. “Then there's Tails, he’s a yellow alien fox with two tails, he makes gadgets and stuff”

Shadow continued to nod and mutter. “Residence: Wachowski household. Family: Tom, Maddie, Tails” he looked back up at Stone to continue.

Stone momentarily wondered if he should be concerned but decided this was totally normal. “Then there’s Knuckles, believe it or not the guy came to Earth to kill him! But Sonic forgave him! Now he’s part of the family!”

Shadow froze in his scribbling, mind bouncing back and forth between wondering how Sonic could be so forgiving and how anyone would ever want to kill him?

Did Sonic have some super secret super dark backstory?

Shadow wrote that theory down in an instant.

“You know, for someone who pretends to be all disinterested… You’re really into this.”

Shadow shot him a glare but didn’t deny it, because he was very interested. “Is there anything else I should know about?”

Stone scratched his chin and went quiet to go deep into his thoughts. Shadow held his breath as he slowly leaned in closer to hear what the man would say.

“He’s like a hero to the people of Green Hills,” Shadow wasted no time in writing that down. “He helps the people here out of the good of his heart, just to be a hero… y’know?” 

“A hero… selfless… kind…” Shadow muttered.

“He, Knuckles, and Tails are kind of like a team now, they work with G.U.N to keep the world safe.” Shadow was quickly alarmed by that. “Not for them, but with them, they’re not assets or anything.”

Shadow wrote that down.

Shadow looked back up at Stone, that same hopeful glint in his eyes. Shadow was smiling.

It made Stone want to smile so bad. When he first met Shadow, he was like a dirty stray cat, out in the back alley of the Mean Bean hiding in trash cans. Maybe helping Shadow learn more about Sonic wouldn’t be so bad considering it made him smile. 

There was a childlike gleam in his eyes when he smiled.

Gosh Stone was really starting to get attached

Stone shifted in his seat and looked at Shadow, that familiar teasing glint back in his eyes. "I didn't know you were such a fan of Sonic, is he your new hero?"

Shadow's face flushed slightly, caught completely off guard by the teasing, but he kept his cool, trying to brush off the question. "I wouldn’t say that..." he muttered, eyes darting around. He hated to admit how much he was beginning to care about someone he didn’t even know.

Stone smiled at him, because he knew exactly what Shadow was feeling. “He’s interested in meeting new people, especially people like him. As soon as Tom opens his mouth about you he’ll be running to say hi.”

Shadow’s eyes widened. “Why didn’t you say that?!” He yelled, frantically flipping pages and writing notes at top speed. “What am I supposed to say to him if he shows up! I need to prepare! What if he shows up Tomorrow? I need to brush my quills! Do you know his favorite food? Maybe I should make him some food as a... friendship gift! Yeah that, now do I decorate the Mean Bean for his arrival...” Stone tuned out at that because he was not looking forward to any other ideas Shadow might have.

Stone was beginning to wonder if Shadow was a teenage girl in disguise.

Note: Only posting this on tumblr in-case ppl from ao3 like it here more... also cuz I wanna post updates n funny shit

[scorchieart]

C is for Collaboration

Clavis: Gentlemen, and Chevalier, thank you for agreeing to meet on such short notice.

Luke: Ya dragged us here in a net.

Nokto: Against our wishes, I might add. My bum's all bungled, you bum.

Clavis: The urgency of the matter demanded I forgo comfort, little brothers. I promise my next trap will be more considerate of your posteriors.

Nokto & Luke: Hooray for us.

Clavis: Customer satisfaction is as important to me as my own, which brings me to the point of this meeting. Luke, the new dolls you distributed, while immensely adorable and true-to-form, have a glaring issue.

Luke: Like ya said, they're life-like. If you got a problem with the doll, bring it up with the model.

Clavis: Oh, no. You misunderstand me. The figures themselves are flawless. I, for one, find my likeness impeccably accurate. But as a concerned consumer, I must leave a comment on the detailing. You see, you reused the same letter for both Chevalier and myself.

Luke: So, on top of lousy handwriting, ya can't spell. Got it.

Clavis: Do let me finish. This is merely constructive criticism from your initial testers. We wouldn't want to cause a scandal once your products release to the market. Trust me, the public can be vicious.

Luke: Don't need 'em. I only ever planned on making the one set.

Nokto: Aww, so they're personalized gifts? Your sincerity is enough to make me vomit.

Luke: It ain't like that. I just had a lot of extra fabric... is all... really.

Clavis: I'm being serious here. The fact that even one version of them exists the way it is poses a huge risk for the royal family. One look at our dolls and people might mistake us for *gulp* f r i e n d s.

Nokto: [monotone] Oh, no. How could anyone possibly come to that conclusion?

Clavis: Exactly my point, brother dear. Now you understand the severity of this matter.

Nokto: Can I go now? Evie's making coconut clusters. Just you try and make me miss out on them again, Clavis. I dare you.

Chevalier: *ears perk up from behind his book*

Luke: Yum, coconut drenched in honey~ Hey, maybe I'll make a tiny cookie tin to go along with Yves's doll. Bet he'd like it? I mean— only 'cuz now I'm stuck with a bunch of fabric scraps.

Clavis: Back on track, boys. I'll bake you treats later.

Luke: Pass. I don't hear Chevie complaining. And Leon and Licht didn't yap about it either.

Clavis: That's because L is a regal letter to represent you three. You're the lovely little lads of Lelouch!

Nokto: [muttering] More like loony Lelouch.

Clavis: What was that, naughty Nokto?

Nokto: Oh, real clever. Is that why I'm really here? You're jealous my doll's got a unique letter so you're taking it out on me with lame alliteration? I didn't choose my name, I'll have you know.

Clavis: Perish the thought! You are here to help workshop ideas for our baby brother's newest business venture. Our combined experiences will set him on the path to financial AND social success.

Luke: Like I said, I ain't planning on selling 'em.

Clavis: [ignoring] Additionally, that dunderhead Sariel says we need to fill a monthly all-hands team meeting quota so people believe we are a legitimate faction. He's more full of stuffing than his doll, but I will not allow the public to spread rumors that we are less capable than the domestic faction.

Luke: I thought you didn't want anyone thinking we're friends. That part I actually agree on.

Clavis: [ignoring x2] Have faith, Nokto. We need you here. Your letter is as fitting and unique as you are.

Nokto: He said to the twin.

Clavis: I meant what I said, dear.

Nokto: So did I. Keep that mushy talk up and I'll puke for real.

Chevalier: Directed away from my desk, if you must.

Luke: Want me to sew a barf accessory for your doll?

Nokto: Spew you lot! I'm out of here.

Clavis: Wait! Luke, that's a wonderful idea!

Luke: Oh, so that part you heard. It was just a joke. I am always overstocked on shades of green, though.

Clavis: Yes, you're brilliant! You and Nokto both! What better way to differentiate Chevalier and myself than by depicting us as complete antitheses! The dashing, debonair, suave gentleman versus the uncouth, slovenly beast. We'll modify our dolls' looks with accessories and come up with new nicknames to boot. V can work nicely for Chev: 'Veritable Vomit'. But let's come up with some more options and pick the best ones. Ooh, I am simply bursting with inspiration! Let's see, we can do A for 'Abominable Aberration'. B for 'Bloodcurdling Behemoth" — Hey, where are you all going? We're just getting started!

Luke: Nah, I'm keeping it C for 'Can it, Clavis. Coconut clusters are calling'.

Nokto: Or D for 'Don't you dare drag us here again, you dunderhead'!

*Nokto and Luke look expectantly at Chevalier, who is the first to reach the door.*

Chevalier: ...E for 'The End'.

[gojou-violin]

let's go for a ride

| pairing: sports biker!choso x backpack!gn!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. sub!choso. begging/pleading. sexual acts on a motorcycle. palming? friction? HOW DO YOU WORD THAT??? um. don't actually do anything like this please.

| summary: choso loves to go riding with you, even though your hands like to wander from time to time.

| wc: 1.9k

| taglist: @aylitgirl , @ifeelsofilthy , @preciousamethyst , @justanotherpasserby , @lyteatus , @unknownspecies , @tojishugetiddies , @diorsbrando , @thisbicc , @bakugosgorl , @buerriberry

| a/n: i've been searching day and night for the vid that inspo'd this but i think tiktok took it down cuz the backpacker was deadass getting the biker off on camera, soooooo- anyhow. be safe on the roads, esp. on a bike. thanks.

Whenever Choso got bored, he'd throw on his textured black pants, a t-shirt, his favorite red sweatshirt that he used specifically for riding, and he'd grab his helmet. Most times, if you were around, he'd ask if you wanted to go for a ride. If you were out, he'd text you to ask where he could pick you up.

Before you started dating, Choso didn't really see the appeal of backpacks. He thought couples like that were actually kind of cringey. But when the two of you started dating and you expressed an interest in riding with him, he went out to make sure you got good clothing for it, bought you the perfect helmet for your birthday-- With gloves to match, of course-- and he started taking you out riding with him. It was something about the way you held onto him. When he was alone, riding had been about simply getting from point A to point B, and being on a fast sports motorcycle was just a lovely perk that he could show off. With you on the bike with him, however, it was about having fun with you. He got to show you all of his favorite places in the city. He got to go as fast as he wanted on roads that were in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, and he got to focus on you and how much you loved it. He knew that you enjoyed something whenever you'd squeeze him. It was an unconscious decision you made every time something caught your eye, and it always made him smile beneath his helmet. He'd take one of his hands off the handle bars to grab your hands that were squeezing tight onto the front of his sweatshirt, and he'd acknowledge you and what you loved by squeezing back.

Choso tried to never ride alone since then.

When he asked you to drop what you were doing to go for a ride with him, you didn't protest. A couple of minutes of changing was all it took before you were off together... He smiled beneath his helmet when your arms wrapped around his torso as the light turned green and he sped off, he laughed when your helmet accidentally banged against his when he came to a sudden stop, and he smacked your hand away when you tried to hit the kill switch at the next red light just to fuck with him. You had a habit of doing that. One second he'd be enjoying his calm ride with you, the next you'd be flicking his visor down over his eyes, poking his stomach, or pulling the velcro strap of his gloves loose so that he had to readjust them. It was the type of thing cringey backpacks did. He used to hate when other people did that. But, oddly enough, he loved it when you did it.

As you two pulled onto an empty road that he usually liked speeding down due to the lack of other cars and cops, he hit the engine hard enough to make it rumble, and suddenly you were speeding so fast the wind could be heard through your helmet and the music you were listening to. You changed the song to something more upbeat for him. He tapped your hand as a thank you, and his head started nodding along to the beat.

You laughed and hugged him tighter. He was adorable when he was out riding. His head was always lost in the clouds to the point that it seemed like the world didn't exist around him so he could do whatever he wanted and no one, especially you, would dare to judge him. Choso looked like the scary type of biker. Most people looked at sports bikers and Harley riders as the same kind-- Which, truth be told, Harley riders weren't scary either, people just viewed them as tough sons of bitches who'd pull up with weapons whenever they got angry, which was hardly ever the case-- but sports riders were especially funny and loveable kinds of people. You'd met so many over the dozens of rides you'd been on with Choso, and not once had you met a bad biker. Choso was no exception. He looked scary because of his tall build, deep voice, and the tattoos littered around his body, but underneath all of that he was a loveable teddy bear that did anything and everything for you.

At home, he was the type of guy to be on his knees for you, staring up at you with pleading eyes, drool dripping down his chin, whimpers coming from his throat, and he'd spend hours obeying your every command. "Don't cum." He'd nod obediently. "Make me cum." He'd use his mouth, his fingers, his cock-- Anything you wanted. "You've been a good boy... You can cum now." And he'd moan out as he'd finally let go with a thousand thank yous falling off his lips.

When it was the two of you riding alone, Choso was still like that. Beneath his mask, you could tell whenever he'd get flustered because of your touches, even though they were innocent most the time. Sometimes they weren't so innocent. When you were alone, it was easy to let your hands... wander...

As the song changed again, your hands ventured along his sweatshirt, grabbing at it and gently digging your thumbs into the places you knew he was always sore at. He rolled his head slightly. His back was relaxing so easily, which allowed you to pinch gently at his shoulders to manipulate the muscles a bit more. One of his hands came around to your thigh, his gloved hand squeezing gently. You smirked and decided to move your hands lower on his body, trailing down his front to his thick thighs that were vibrating thanks to the engine. The speed slowed only slightly. His grip on your thigh tightened. You had him right where you wanted him, poor thing. Unfortunately, for this ride, the two of you opted to listen to music instead of calling each other so that you could talk, which meant that you couldn't hear him whine, and he couldn't hear you tease him with, "That feel good, baby?" You were almost inclined to call him to remedy the situation, but you wanted him to focus on the road, not him trying to answer your call with Siri who could be so difficult to communicate with on fast rides.

You slowly ran your palms up and down this thighs until you felt the fabric of his pants tightening somewhat. A smirk grew on your face. He was so easy to get to, you loved teasing him about it, but... Fuck... Touching him while riding was something else because it barely took massaging his shoulders and touching his thighs to get him hard. Again, the speed of the bike slowed a bit. Your hands moved in towards his erection, running over it to get a reaction out of him-- Which you certainly did. His head fell forward somewhat, and you saw his chest move so fast you knew that he'd let out a desperate gasp. Slowly, you groped him. Again, he panted. Your thumb drifted back and forth, you gave another few squeezes, then you went back to running your entire palms over him again and again and again. You knew that the friction had to be doing something. It wasn't anything like touching him directly, you knew that, but he was reacting all the same with his grip tightening on the handle bars and your thigh, and his head was having trouble staying up.

Choso suddenly tapped your leg a dozen times at a quick pace. You let up. Your hands returned to his chest, and he let out a long, heavy sigh. He had been at the edge and wanted to warn you like a good boy. Surely you'd have to reward him for that later.

The end of the road came with a stop sign so that Choso had to decide whether he wanted to go left or right. As he came to a stop and his feet hit the ground, he lifted his visor to look back you over his shoulder, both of his hands immediately reaching back for your thighs that he clung desperately to. You could see beneath his helmet that he was a bright color of red. And then your phone started ringing. "Call from Choso Kamo. Call from Cho--" You told Siri to answer, and within an instant, you heard him panting in your ear, a slight whimper escaping him.

"Yes?" you teased innocently.

Through a broken moan, he pleaded with you, "P-Please... Please..."

"Please what, baby?"

He grabbed your thighs roughly. "Please may I cum?"

You laughed and groped his chest, teasing his nipples through all the layers he put on for safety. Again, he whined.

"You wanna cum in your pants, baby? Out here? Where anyone could see you?"

Choso looked both left and right then behind. There was no one around. There wouldn't be anyone. You two were about thirty minutes away from any main road, the only people that ventured out there were speeders like him and truck drivers. Since you hadn't seen anyone else yet, it was safe to assume that you'd be alone for the ride back to the main road-- And if Choso was eager enough to get home soon, he could make the forty minute drive become thirty or just under that.

"Please," he begged.

You nodded vaguely, your hands returning to his hard-on that must have been so miserable trapped under those tight pants. "You can cum, baby, just be careful, okay?"

He nodded with you, revving the engine to gain some momentum before turning around on the road to head home. You were honestly glad that the stop sign came when it did because you were happy to finally hear Choso moaning in your ear as you played with him as fast as you could to get him to the edge. He was careful-- Both of you were. It wasn't like this was the first time you'd done something like this, and it wasn't like you were willing to put yourselves or anyone else in danger. If Choso was worried about handling the bike, you would have stopped; and if there was anyone around, both of you would have put an end to it-- Yes, because people didn't need to see something like that while out on the road, but also because it could have been dangerous. The two of you weren't idiots. But the stars aligned to give you the perfect set of circumstances so that you could get away with it that afternoon: The weather was good, there was no one around, Choso had enough energy to still focus on the road while you got him closer, closer, closer--

"I'm gonna cum..."

You kept up your momentum. "Cum for me."

And with the most blissful moan you'd ever heard, Choso's thighs shook against the motorcycle, his back pressed up against your chest some more, his head lowered slightly, the bike glided without any input from the engine, and Choso came.

"Such a good boy for me," you cooed into his ears.

He whimpered. "Thank you... Fuck, thank you... Thank you..."

Slowly, your hands retreated so that you could inspect the damage: They were only slightly wet, but it'd be fine. Choso on the other hand, he laughed and told you that he'd completely ruined his pants. You laughed back and told him that it was what he wanted, to which he went silent and you could tell that he was blushing again.

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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

After the release of the new chapter, I am imagining the charecters just scrolling the internet and finding out about the horrors of the newest chapters and then going like : THANK GOD! I AM SELF-AWARE. And then going to appreciate GL even more cuz why not. And thanking them for their Self-Awareness.

Imagine GL who like doesn't know about the new chapter is like: huh? Why this again?

Reading chapters from 105 to 117

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader

Warnings: OOC. English is my second language. Somewhat spoilery. Short

____

It was a rare sign.

Everyone was gathered in the living room to hang out, and, for the first time, you won't join them.

"[Y/N], are you sure, that you don't want to read new chapters with us?" Dazai tilted his head. He pet the couch seat near him. "Come on, sit right here, next to me!"

You shook your head.

"Sorry, Osamu, but I won't sit next to you." You tried to ignore Dazai's quiet disappointed whine. Then You noticed, how Nikolai perked up. You quickly responded. "I also won't sit next to you, Kolya."

You tried to ignore Kolya's disappointed whine. Before more invitations came, you raise your hands.

"Everyone, I would love to join you, but I need to wake up early tomorrow to finish the university project."

Quiet murmurs filled the room, but, it seems, you can go to bed.

"Good Night, everyone. See you at the morning."

You went to your room. And BSD Cast started to read last chapters then "missed" due to them coming to Real World.

Starting from chapter 105.

__________

Normally, you would wake up in the morning, because of the smell of coffee and Nikolai's cheerful voice.

Today you woke up, because of the smell of coffee and Nikolai's sobbing. You immediately jumped up from the bed. Fighting dizziness, you asked

"Um... Kolya... Are you... Umf…" you were crushed in a hug. After that, immediately came multiple kisses on the cheek from Nikolai. You awkwardly pet the top of his head.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you... Thank you for being Reader, Our Guiding Light. For making us self-aware!"

You felt, there was something you are missing.

___________

The moment you stepped outside your room, you got another bone crushing hug, this time, from Sigma, and a few shy nose kisses.

"[Y/N], we don't say that enough, but we are so grateful, that you were born. Thank you for existing."

[Y/N].exe stopped working

_________

You went to first floor. Made few steps in the detection of the kitchen.

You weren't surprised, when you were tackled to the ground by Dazai. He whispered, between forehead kisses, he started giving you.

"Precious. You are so precious. We love you so much. We will be grateful for you for all eternity."

You wondered what exactly happened, while you were sleeping, and how many hugs you will get.

_______

You barely made a step inside the dining room, when you were picked up by Bram. He planted a small kiss on your hand.

"Thou are the greatest blessing, that could ever come to our lives."

[Y/N].exe stopped working again

________

You spend breakfast with Aya and Teruko cheering for every smallest thing you have ever done.

_______

The moment you left the dining room, you were engulfed in a gentle hug by Fukuzawa. He softly kissed the top of your head.

"We will never be able to pay you for everything you have done to us, Dear [Y/N]."

Did they forget, that they have already thanked you for being a good reader when they just came to the real world?

________

You were in the middle of working on the project, when Fukuchi hugged you from behind and hugged you. He gave you a squeeze, a quick peck on a cheek and left.

What happened in the last manga chapters? Was it that bad?

_______

You were taking a little rest, when Ranpo burst into the room, holding all his snacks. He put on your lap and quickly peck your nose.

"You deserve every good thing in this world!"

You probably should speak to Ayatsuji later. He shouldn't be affected too much by whatever happened in the manga.

Probably.

_______

It's not like it was unusual for BSD Cast to show you their love, or gave you positive affirmations. But, you can bet your tooth, that today there was another reason.

Otherwise, you can't explain, why Kunikida was trembling, while hugging you right now, while promising to bring the whole world to your feet.

_______

"Only ask, and I will go to the end of the world to make you happy. I will tear your enemies into pieces. I will make the world pay for making you unhappy!" Junchirou looked determined, while hugging you.

"Um... Junchirou, ease your hold, [Y/N] can't breathe!" Naomi was trying to get you away from the bear hug.

______

You were sitting in the living room with everyone.

Your lap was full of Atsushi. He was trembling, while you were petting his head.

"Thank you, thank you for not letting me do another terrible mistake..."

"Okay, that's enough!" Finally snapped you. You won't let anyone from BSD Cast to talk down to themselves. "Can someone, finally, explain what is going on?"

Ayatsuji took his pipe from his mouth.

"Let me start with the chapter 105 of Bungou Stray Dogs..."

[simpingforcys]

OH, I ASKED THIS ONCE BEFORE, BUT I WILL ASK AGAIN, what's your favorite thing about turbo/king candy

I'm answering this in the late ass time of night but it's the perfect time let's gooo

I. Love. Everything. About. This. Man. I love him so so much. His style, his laugh, his voice, UGH HIS VOICE, movements, goofyness silly, racing, the JOY he takes in everything he does, his SILLY GOOFYNESS AAAAA, the way his crown always stays on his head no matter what, the BOUNCYness of his body at the smallest movement like a jelly, his adorable self, his UNHINGED SELF, the hint of growl in his voice talking about his possession of the game, his effortless and overall LOVE for racing, his eyes constricting/become smaller when he's absolutely pissed tf off, the authority persona he can pull off even in his short ass 3"0 self still so imposing (pant pant), the little patting he does to sour bill like pls my king do to me pls, the manipulative lil SHIT, but he's an entertaining manipulative lil shit, the way he so effortlessly lies through his teeth and makes it believable, the way he can make others do what he wants on just words alone without the need of force cuz he KNOWS physically he can't do SHIT and I fucking LOVE silver tongue characters HHHHHHHHH, speaking of- that tongue THO?? boy what that DO, that lisp I find so so hot just hhhh sir how dare you, I love the sparkles that always just follow him, on his clothes, his kart, his throne, just ALL of him, the way he just HAS FUN with everything he does (not even MENTIONING THE CYBUG EVERYTHING), the added helmet and gloves when he's racing that even Turbo didn't use??? the bow tie twirl it does when he's surprised, he MUST have coded that in, and oh- KNOWING HOW TO FKING CODE, whether someone told him or he learned on his own, being able to manipulative an entire world for YOU, creating a new model/body for himself, like it's TERRIFYING to know your entire existence and even YOUR OWN MIND can be manipulated from a couple of cables just below you and he fully took advantage of that, I love everything of his design, the purple sparkling coat, the candy wrapper bow tie, the heart designed hand cuffs, candy cane neck collar, the POOFY pants<3333, the crown with the balls that look like Ferrero Rocher chocolates, the chocolate dipped design, his jellybean nose<333 my second favorite candy, the purple eye shadow he looks so hot with and add to his for some reason constant bedroom eyes look, the rosy blushy cheeks that perk up when he smiles and giggles, the bushy eyes rows that make him SO expressive with every emotion EVEN WHEN THEYRE OFF COLOR SO OFTEN IN HIS MERCH DEPENDING ON WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE THAT DAY, his smile lines that curve with every smile, how soft his face, skin and lips look and bet they would feel just LOOK, the way his lips sometimes go expressive on the 'ooh's sounds so cartoony but also make me wanna kiss him so much, how soft his hands look even with finger nails cuz of course gotta look chibi and cartoony in the new game, the way he MOVES around with the microphone, TOTAL show off man built for the spotlight, beautiful perfect host like imagine a GAME SHOW WITH HIM AS HOST?? the little hip sway when he closes the door of his kart, the way he dives into his collar when he dodges down so CUTELY, his silly name puns and candy phrases that even pass on to the magic kingdoms game, so on point,

the two tail coats behind him that HONESTLY WORK SO WELL with the later dual cerci tails in his cybug form like a foreshadow, the little button behind his jacket that looks like a Mario coin (and I haven't looked at a picture of him since I opened this ask, this is just by memory he's just Aaaaaaa), the whole white chocolate design aesthetic with his royal racer kart and honestly himself too with the inner shirt, the fact that his "fans" are POPCORN, LIKE THAT'S NOT A CANDY but they're still there even tho like yeah animal crackers aren't candy either BUT ITS SO FUNNY to think Turbo went "I need my own little 'crowd' to fit in with the other racers, uh uh, POPCORN, yeah that was popular in the 80s", the fact he let his jealousy, vain and possessiveness for control get to him to destroy an entire game, like I fully believe he would PHYSICALLY PERSONALLY unplug a game if he could, I just love him so so much, Alan Tudyk, you did amazing with him, I genuinely can not see anyone else that would of taken him and made him AS GOOD AND ICONIC as he did, I just love him so so much, I adore him, I need him, I adore him, and I know it's gone so far when I found myself saying "I would let the world burn for this man," if he told me he hated another game and wanted it gone, disappeared, killing his competition, I would do it for him, anything to have him with me still. I adore everything about him.

And I haven't even gotten to TURBO since he got 24 SECONDS OF 3D SCREEN TIME (YES I COUNTED AND TIMED).

what was the question? oh favorite thing?

I'm very big on voices. so. voice. voice

[halfbaked00q]

Iiii also think touch-starved James Bond is underexplored and underrated. Cuz just cuz he sleeps with a lot of women, potentially. doesn't mean he's getting what he needs from it!! Just like how you could be eating food but still being malnourished if you're not getting the proper vitamins and etc you need from the food you're eating. Just cuz he's ostensibly getting touched a lot doesn't mean he's getting the touch he needs!!!

also there's a case to be made about like. (1) he sleeps with women bc that's what He's Supposed to Do, he does it almost by rote by this point, like does he even really WANT to or does some woman drop hints at him and he's like *perks up* oh I know the script for this! but it still leaves him empty cuz it's not, like. *fulfilling* connection. (2) the whole like. proprietary way in which people think they're entitled to his body... also compounded with him being a man and Men Want to Have Sex so ofc there's no question of "does he even want it," of COURSE he "wants" it... and the whole toxic masculinity/patriarchy issues of yeah consent issues don't exist for men, silly, if he didn't want it he could fight her off, he's a strong man, etc and so forth, all of the accompanying & associated things w this.

but yeah. James Bond touch-starved. Q lays a hand on his arm and it feels like the touch almost burns from the warmth of it and he can't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. Their hands accidentally brush while handing something over and he swears his skin tingles at the point of contact. Bond gets bonked on the head yet another time and ofc Swears He's Okay!!! having escaped Medical lmao. and Q sighs loudly and hauls him up from where he's starting to list/sag a bit, drags him over to his sofa, plops him down, and sits down next to him to keep him from running away again. the whole side of Bond's body where they're touching blazes with warmth. Bond sneakily (he thinks) sinks more and more into Q's side... and Q sighs and tilts his head so it's resting on top of Bond's. Bond brain almost whites out from the like. metaphoric aggressive cat purring kind of feeling.

[quartzalynlove]

Lonely

Pairing: platonic! Gojo x fem! reader

Summary: gojo checks in on you after you've been acting strangely

A/N: irls pls don't read this. Also this is my favorite example of Megumi being irritated by Gojo's existence

It was an awful week for Megumi. For seven days straight he had to stay at home with Gojo and be driven everywhere by Gojo. He might not make it much longer.

Usually, he'd go everywhere with you before having to go back home to that annoying man; he'd even ask to spend a night at your apartment if you let him. Still, even if he couldn't be with you as opposed to Gojo, he could talk to you from time to time. However, you stopped answering your phone.

It was a Saturday night, and after locking himself in his room all day, Megumi decided to eat and try texting you again. A half hour passed and there was no response. He could never get annoyed with you. If anything Megumi was worried, you were just as talkative as Gojo, thankfully without the capacity for annoyance.

Just as he thought of the devil, Gojo walked into the kitchen. Unfortunately, if anyone knew what was up with you it would be him. Megumi turned to Gojo who hummed as he grabbed a box of pocky.

"Do you know if Y/N's on a mission or something?"

Gojo perked up, thinking for a second before replying. "I don't think she is. Why?"

"She hasn't texted me back all week," Megumi looked at his phone.

It was then Gojo also realized that he hadn't heard from you in over two weeks, nor has he seen you much. It was definitely out of character, especially as his best friend. Placing his snack on the counter, Gojo began to walk away.

"Would you be this beside yourself if I went missing?" He joked.

Megumi grumbled. "Just go check on her."

~

A knock at the door broke you out of your trance-like state at the TV. With a tired sigh, you paused your show and went to answer it.

When the door opened before Gojo, he was surprised to be met with your tired eyes, a blanket and pillow on your couch that was surrounded by empty snack packages, and Queen Charlotte playing on your TV. With a smile, he held up a bag of sweets in his hand.

"You busy?"

You let Gojo in, falling silent as he did a quick observation of your living room.

"Gotta say, this doesn't look good."

You simply fiddled with your hands in response.

Despite your pleading and assurance that he didn't have to, you sat on the couch and ate some of the various sweets Gojo bought while he tidied the area. As he dried and put away the last cup, Gojo went and sat next to you. He almost thought you would speak first, but you inched away slightly, nibbling on your mochi. It had been years since Gojo had seen you like this, and although he'd wish you'd open up, he would of course take his time until whenever you needed him.

"You almost sent Megumi in a downward spiral," Gojo said. "He didn't have anyone to save him from me."

He could barely get a smile out of you, but at least he got you to respond.

"How is he?" You asked.

Gojo shrugged. "Fine. He sent me to check on you."

"I'm okay, Gojo." You tried to convince him with a weak smile, but it only summoned a small frown on his face.

Gojo tilted his head. "Really? 'Cuz it looks like you've been living in your couch and binging all of your emotional period dramas."

With a light sigh, you averted your gaze as Gojo continued.

"How long have I known you? This really isn't like you Y/N. What's going on?"

You were hesitant in your response. "I'll be fine, Satoru."

Gojo's frown grew longer as you turned your face away. There was nothing the two of you never told each other; why the secrecy now?

"Y/N," he said. "Whatever's going on, you know I'd never judge you right? I know I'm an idiot, but you're still my best friend...I care about you."

You started to feel bad. It wasn't that you didn't trust Gojo; what was bothering you was just so much more complex.

Your lips pressed into a line before you spoke. "Do you ever have a certain problem you hate talking about, a specific one that stays bottled up?"

"That you're ashamed of?" Gojo added.

You gave a small nod still not looking back at Gojo. He placed his hand on top of yours. Your fingers twitched under his touch and you felt your cheeks burning up.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure there's nothing to be ashamed of. It's not good to keep your feelings bottled up, especially when this is the outcome."

Gojo put you at ease just a bit, besides, you knew he wasn't going to leave until you were feeling better.

Keeping your gaze forward, you finally spoke slowly. "I've been living on the couch because...at least it feels normal to sleep alone here."

Gojo's brows rose as he took a firm hold of your hand, slowly rubbing his thumb along your knuckles. The action made your head turn away completely.

"You've been lonely." He said.

Snatching your hand back, you stared down at your lap with your hand clenched into a fist.

"It's more than that," You spoke quietly, "I...it sounds pathetic."

"Hey, I won't let you talk about yourself like that," Gojo cut in. "There's nothing wrong with feeling like that, alright?"

You tried to accept Gojo's encouragement, but you couldn't. Why did you feel the way you did? It didn't make rational sense; it shouldn't have bothered you this much.

You hugged yourself, finding the strength to continue, "You remember the last time I was in a relationship?" You asked.

"Two years ago," Gojo answered. "But I thought that ended well."

"It did," you nodded. "But...that was the last time I was touched, held, or cared for,"

Gojo noticed how your hands shook as you held yourself. Although your face was hidden from him, he could hear the soft sniffles that left you.

"I hate feeling so needy; I know I don't need someone but I want someone so bad."

With a sympathetic look, Gojo placed a hand on your knee, feeling you tense. "How long have you felt like this?"

"A while," you answered before jerking your leg away from Gojo's hand. "Please don't feel like you have to comfort me."

Gojo did as you wished and moved his hand away. "Well, one, it's kind of in the job description of best friend. Two, I know I don't have to, but I want to. You mean a lot to me Y/N, and to see you hurt like this...it makes me want to help."

You sat in broken silence as Gojo kept talking. "This isn't being needy, Y/N. People need physical touch; we need to feel cared for,"

Gojo inched closer to you, a smile returning to his face, "If it helps," he reached over to your right cheek, cupping it softly as he fixed your face towards him. "I care about you."

Gojo's hand was so gentle against your skin. As he slowly wiped away your tears, you couldn't help nuzzling deeper into his touch.

"There," he spoke softly. "It's okay."

Tears of relief began to fall this time, and Gojo just let them roll down the back of his hand.

[five--losers]

 Anonymous: fic request! mika and erik bonding at 3am cuz neither of them can sleep?

[An archived request.]

It was nights like these Mika was grateful she had a balcony. No tip-toing around the house, no slippers, just pop out for a breath of fresh air and try to sleep again. When she stepped out, however, there was a massive, thick-rooted tree in the front yard, not a few feet from her balcony. It hadn’t been there this morning, Mika knew that much.

Only one person had the skill and know-how for that kind of magic. Mika smiled a bit and stepped out.

“Erik?”

Outside her line of sight, Mika heard him perk up. “Mika? Is that you I hear awake so late?”

“Mm-hmm.” She approached the stone rail and leaned against it. “Couldn’t sleep.”

The tree’s trunk bent oh-so-slightly, its leaves shivered, and a vine crept along the highest branch and down to extend towards Mika.

“Neither can I. Would you care to join me? Misery loves company, I hear.”

“That… would be nice, yeah,” Mika accepted the vine’s offer.

It wound smoothly around her arm and torso, supporting and mindful, then lifted her off her feet. Mika gripped it for support, trusting Erik’s abilities, until she was safely set down on the other side of the tree next to Erik.

Erik beamed. “Good evening, stranger.”

Mika smirked. “Good evening. What’s keeping you awake so late?”

Erik sighed with a shrug. “I have fed quite recently. When energy is at a premium, I hardly need sleep.”

“You fed? With whom?” Mika remembered it being at least a week since Erik had his turn with Mika.

“Ah…” Erik looked down with a little smile. “Well… Andrew and I have been seeing more of each other lately. Ah­– only kissing! I saw that look, princess, you know me better than that. I would never rush him into something so monumental for humans.”

Mika leaned back against the tree and flashed a big grin. “So… does that mean you two are officially dating?”

He paused, but couldn’t hold back the smile that had him biting his lip. “Yes…! Andrew looked like he was going to pass out before I could give him my answer, but bless him, I’ve never seen him so happy. It warms my wretched soul…”

“That’s good!” Mika bumbed shoulders with him. “I’m really happy for you two!”

Erik rubbed his neck, a blush already dusting his cheek. “Thank you, princess… I can’t tell you how grateful I am that you’re alright with it.”

“Nothing to worry about,” Mika shifted to sit more comfortably on the branch. “I think you’ll be good for each other.”

Erik smiled at his shoes without a reply.

Crickets chirped away below, audible even from their height. The occasional soft light from a distant car passing by was the only sign of activity in the silence.

“Hmm…”

Mika glanced over. “Hmm?”

“Nights like these, I find myself a bit homesick.”

“Ah…” Mika looked down. “Not for the bad things though, right?”

Erik’s hair covered his face from Mika’s side, but Mika could see him look down. “No… of course not for the bad things. There were… I had many good friends outside of the kingdom. I can’t help but think of them from time to time and wonder if they miss me, or if they are angry that I ran away without so much as a farewell.”

“I think they would understand. You were in a bad place, you needed to get out as soon as you could.”

“Hmm…”

Mika paused. “What were your friends like?”

Erik chuckled. “Oh, they were wild things by sunset. Have you heard of demons called ‘Fae’?”

“It… rings a bell. What are they?”

“Forest spirits. Believers in nature and natural beauty, love, pleasure, and celebration for the sake of celebration. They possess the lower half of a fawn. Some have facial features as well.”

“Those exist?”

“Naturally,” Erik leaned back, a fond smile gracing his lips. “I used to steal away in the night, out of the castle, and join them in a forest just near the kingdom. They would have a small bonfire raging, and we would dance around it and sing. Some of us would copulate there in the firelight, and it was such a free feeling to not care who saw or heard, that it was alright. They helped me climb the treetops, and we used leaves and seeds to make jewelry for one another. ‘We are the trees, and the trees are eternal.’”

Mika listened, her chin propped up on her fist. “Sounds like a wild time.”

Erik hummed, perfectly content. “They taught me a great deal about myself, both as a prince and as an incubus. I owe much of my confidence to them.”

“So you used to fuck fawns by a bonfire.”

Erik shot her a look. “Is that really all you got from this?”

“Answer the question, furry.”

“Ah-! Ugh. Yes, it’s a commonplace thing for Fae. They’re a race well-known for their sexual freedom. Sex is simply one of the many means to take and share pleasure with another.”

“So how many of them did you sleep with?”

Erik looked up for a moment, murmuring something indistinguishable.

Mika grinned. “That’s a lot.”

“Now princess, if you’re going to judge my choices in life then do me the honor of judging the things that matter.”

Mika giggled. “I’m not judging. But I didn’t take you as the down-to-earth tree-loving sort.”

It was Erik’s turn to chuckle. “There are many things about us you have yet to discover. With time, perhaps I’ll share with you the secrets of the Fae and their flower crowns.”

“Flower crowns? Do you know how to make one?”

Erik beamed at her.

[daughterofevil158]

Oh gods 😭 I don’t know how many soulmates got revealed around this time, but “one of my other soulmates” can cause so many misunderstandings

Like, Cass, Uly, and Diana I think would get revealed around the prologue time, simply because Cass and Diana probably wouldn’t be able to hide their soulmarks after introducing each other, and Damon probably tried to talk to Uly through their mark and get help once Tozu told them about the killing game, leading to Uly having to tell Damon that he’s also stuck in the kg with him

Those 3 + Kai are probably the least suspicious people there, and I can see Cass and Kai being very open about finding their soulmate

Wolfgang must be confused as hell because I don’t think those 4 would be anywhere on his list of suspects 😭

Speaking of Cass and Uly, if they revealed early, then they were probably in Damon’s corner when everyone was avoiding him, so at least he had 2 extra friends in this au and wasn’t completely isolated

AND OH THE EVAMON CONFRONTATION MUST HURT SO BAD

I can see this easily straining his relationship with Eva while also making him closer to Wolfgang, it’s almost like a complete opposite to canon, but it could also lead to Eva opening up about having the traitor perk and Tozu’s threat for getting it, which might actually bring them closer

Also sorry I’m still giggling over this

Wolfgang: Damon is one of our most untrustworthy classmates. We need to be careful around him and not let him be close to us

The next day

Wolfgang: Damon! It’s good to see you up. Did you sleep well? You look tired. Come sit next to me, I want to talk to you! 😊

The complete shift in attitude is so funny 😭

Somehow, despite writing to each other for the past several years and knowing that the other was going to EGA, Damon and Ulysses never introduced themselves and didn't connect the dots until after getting put in the KG (this one's gonna be long cuz you activated my neurons)

Yea, like you said, Cassidy would be an early reveal since...their names are literally on each other's wrists. Toshiko's also revealed since they share a tattoo. I can't remember Diana's intro off the top of my head, but I'm saying she's the type to do handshakes when first meeting since colorblindness-related soulmarks are resolved on first contact, and she is also known to Damon (and to the rest of the cast out of excitement). Kai is revealed once they room up, and despite Damon's initial reservations, he's at least convinced to let his other soulmates know (they all bash Damon in front of him lmao).

Damon and Eva chose to keep their bond secret from everyone, especially after getting outcasted by the others (in a canon compliant version, they have "last words said" and thus don't know until Eva dies for the extra angst factor. But for the majority of the au, they have "first words" and thus have their "woah, you're my soulmate" moment in a dark damp basement).

I'm gonna go on a tangent here because it somehow hadn't clicked for me yet that, yeah, his soulmates might have something to say about Damon's mock trial speech. The only leeway I'm giving him is that, since his opinions on the others' talents are just that, it comes out more as "I think your talents are useless" rather than something more objective-sounding because of the honesty compulsion brought by Wolfgang. Ulysses is used to it because after years of contact with someone you should have an idea on their beliefs, while Diana is kinda kicked puppy about it at first before bouncing back with determination to change Damon's mind. Meanwhile Cassidy and Toshiko proceed to passive-aggressively rake him over the coals the next day (another part of why platonic soulmates and needing to work for your bond exist in this: if everyone has a lover that they're destined to meet one day, matchmakers wouldn't really have much to do, would they?). But yeah, they're a bit more proactive with hanging out with Damon because "He's my soulmate, surely he can't be that bad." It's not enough to fully speed-run Damon's character development arc, but he at least begrudgingly apologizes to his known soulmates (even if he thinks their talents still kinda suck) because who your soulmate is is more important than what they do. Eva's still probably the one he's closest to because of their shared opinions tho.

By the time Wolfgang and Damon have their confrontation (which I'm imagining takes place a few hours after Cassidy suggested the game tournament), it's:

*Known by the whole cast=Cassidy, Toshiko, Diana, Ulysses

*Only Damon and the soulmate know=Eva, Kai (with the exception of being known to the other listed soulmates) (If you wanna go a funny route, imagine that Damon gifts Desmond something, then finds it in his room 3 hours later because he lost it)

Everyone else is merely a suspicion on Damon's part by that point. So that's like a maximum of 4 people that Wolfgang would be aware of (one of whom was his former roommate??? maybe Uly got tired of him leaving his stuff everywhere lol) as possibilities. But then after a few hours of pacing and thinking, he realizes that if it's a soulmate that he's already aware of, then there isn't much point in Damon hiding the answer with such vague wording. And seeing how hurt Damon is over this (because hoo boy the hypocritical "claims that he won't trust anyone, then proceeds to trust the wrong person" feelings from canon get ramped up because you're supposed to be able to trust your soulmates), it leads him to open the suspect list to others that Damon frequently interacts with (imagine if realizing that he was wrong about Damon makes him ignore his bias against Eva, only to find out he was right lol)

The Evamon+Wolfgang confrontation is definitely messy no matter how much you attribute the circumstances to Eva's own choices vs Tozu's manipulations because winning the trial means indirectly killing her own soulmate (a big no-no in Wolfie's eyes). It's like an iron sword that's been put thru the wringer: damaged, but can be reforged with time (the Eva+Wolfgang resolution is much messier and likely would not happen anytime soon, which. Fair. He did isolate her from her peers, and she was planning to murder him)

Also, yeah, it's definitely whiplash-inducing to see Wolfgang's 180 in his treatment of Damon. They mostly just treat it like it's normal, tho internally everyone's like "what the hell's going on here??? did i enter the twilight zone or something?????"