#drabble a lil LOL

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki is and forever will be a massive baby.

and it’s all your damn fault, so he says.

you hadn’t even said anything bad. all you'd said was that he looked even more handsome today then he usually did. and he'd looked at you like you grew an extra head, and now he's like this.

you don't even really know what did it, but then again it could've been anything with katsuki. too much eye contact, too long eye contact. your hands lingering a little too long on his face or your fingers rubbing at the crease of his eyebrows.

you don't know what it is but he won't remove his head from your neck now, grumbling about how stupid you are.

"katsukii.."

"shut up." he hisses through gritted teeth like he's angry, and he is. look at what you do to him ! it drives him crazy. you drive him crazy.

yet you giggle, rubbing softly at his hair and he shoves his head into you harder, the angle he's forcing your neck at is awkward but you don't mind, you'll let him have his little tantrum as you stroke his blonde messy tufts of hair tickling your chin.

"all i said was that-"

"i heard you. the first time. shut the fuck up." his grip on your hips tightens to the point you think he'll make indents in your skin. hands practically steaming and boiling hot to show you the embarrassment he refuses to let show on his face. your smirk grows wider, god you love messing with your boyfriend.

"i don't get why you're so angry, baby." you coo sweetly and he growls from the deepest part of his throat. he squeezes at your waist, clearly wanting you to just stop talking. but of course. you don't.

"it's cus you—you fuckin'—" he splutters and cuts himself off, not finding a proper way to convey how much you make his skin burn and prickle and itch. how you have his heart buzz and beat so loud against his ribcage he's sure you can hear it. and how much he fucking hates it. (he doesn't)

so he does the next best thing.

"ouch !"

he bites you. the asshole.

you're such an asshat !" you whine, pushing at his shoulders, and he grumbles when he pulls away. he lightly nuzzles against the mark he's left into your skin as a sort of apology, you don't deserve a kiss right now. (he'll give you one later) then he pulls away to look at you.

"s'your own fault," he huffs, cheeks less bright then they first were when you'd made the irreparable mistake of complimenting him (in his eyes, you regret nothing) but still with a nasty scowl on his face.

"ya keep sayin' dumb shit so now you deal with the consequences," he presses his nose against your pulse point as he huffs hard into your neck to annoy you and it works because you grumble, you feel him smirk proudly.

two could play that game.

"what dumb shit ? the fact that you're handso-" you cut yourself off with a giggled squeal as katsuki drops you backwards onto his bed with a snarl. you snort and giggle when he blows raspberries and softly bites into your neck, helplessly trying to push him away with your limp arms.

"you just can't help yourself, can ya.." he tuts, grabbing your arms and pushing them against his bed, barely suppressed smirk on his face as he sees your eyes prick with tears, leaning back in to blow into your neck "think you’re funny ? hah ?!"

he ignores your giggled plea's and bites at your fingers when he leans back enough for you to push at his face.

"yuck ! you're gross !" you wheeze, still giggling as you see the lopsided smile on his face. he huffs at the exertion of keeping you still, he really isn't trying hard to convince you he isn't handsome when he looked like that.

"yeah ? i'm gross, huh ? right back at you," he leans in close to you again, smirk still playing on his face "saying mushy shit like that."

"yeah well, i'll keep sayin' it !" you retort, sticking your tongue out at him. he rolls his eyes and drops onto you, causing you to grunt out an 'oof !' sound. he's stays quiet until he presses a soft kiss onto your skin, right where he'd bitten you. unbeknownst to you, his expression softens as he tries to repress a smile. he scoffs.

"you're so damn weird." he utters affectionately.

[zevrra]

when jayce had asked you to help him out at the forge you had something else in mind; like actually working in the forge with him. and it was kinda like that in the very beginning so you’re not sure what you said or what you did that riled him up so but…whatever it was, it worked very well.

away from the main heat of the forge, jayce had you bent over his sketching desk. one large hand of his cupping your hip while the other held tight onto your shoulder. he’s slotted him and his cock right between the plump of you thighs. most likely wanting to tease you as you had been doing to him; giving you what you both wanted while only giving him the true satisfaction.

“keep your thighs together. tighter.” jayce orders, as he moves ever so slightly in between your skin.

you can’t help but tense and shiver at his demanding tone. you rarely got to see this side of jayce, only when he was truly frustrated and you couldn’t lie even if you wanted to; it was really fucking hot. so hot, it made your head spin as you did what you were told for once. pressing your thighs tighter together, listening to the way jayce groans from the added pressure. his hands are tight enough to leave bruises along your skin as his hips begin to move. the head of his cock slides along your panties and the curve of your cunt, bumping into your clit with every harsh thrust of his hips.

“fuck,” jayce grunts, his hips moving faster. causing you to grip the edge of the desk for any kind of support as he actively fucks against you. “i can feel how wet you are through your underwear. it feels so good.” he groans, hot and heavy while another grunt slips past his lips when your thighs tense at his words.

“jayce!” you bark out, moaning at a particularly well placed thrust against your cunt. and you swear you can almost hear jayce laughing at your desperate mewling but it doesn’t slow him down; not in the slightest. he fucks faster and harder against your soaking cunt. attempting to reach his end quicker than usual; which wouldn’t be a problem for him at all. what with the added adrenaline of being in public and the risk of being caught creeping up his spine, he had to finish quickly.

jayce groans at his rising orgasm. grips your skin a little harder while he plants his teeth against the back of your neck, leaving a beautiful hickey to blossom by tomorrow morning. “feels so good…gonna cum already…” jayce huffs against your skin, placing a kiss against the bite mark he had left. your thighs tighten once again at his filthy words. your entire body trembles and jolts with his brutal, eager pace he’s set. the slap of skin on skin somehow is louder inside your ears than the roar of the fire inside the forge.

jayce turns chaotic then. chasing after his high with each thrust between your thighs. his breath catches in his throat, hiccuping, while your name spills from his lips as his orgasm rushes over his entire body. but at the last second, before his orgasm can truly take hold of him, jayce is smoothing his hands down your ass and gripping the seam of your underwear. where he yanks the fabric aside and presses the head of his cock right against your glistening cunt. he wildly fucks between the inside of your panties, right between your lips, slipping himself in and out in quick succession to finally tip over the edge. he grunts, biting his bottom lip as he paints across your pussy and your underwear, riding his orgasm out.

you moan helplessly, fingernails gripping into the desk for dear life as you feel jayce finally give you a single ounce of satisfaction. electricity tingles up your spine as jayce finally touches your cunt but it doesn’t last as long as you would have liked; for as soon as jayce finishes his orgasm, he’s readjusting your underwear back into place. his fingers run along the curve of your now soiled panties, planting a kiss against your shoulder.

“i have work to do,” jayce whispers, his fingers curling against your desperate cunt, forcing another moan out of your mouth. “behave now and i’ll give you what you really want soon, pretty girl.”

[nonranghaes]

"hey, real quick, can we talk about this text you sent me the other day?"

oh no. this is how you die. you just continue to sip your iced coffee, no thoughts, head empty as vernon's unlocking his phone. maybe if you pretend you didn't hear him, you can excuse yourself... and book it outside before he notices? he looks up, watching you for a second. shit. you can't run like this.

"what text?" you ask after a moment. don't say it. don't say it. oh my god, don't fucking say it.

he reads it out loud, "i'm not arguing with a guy with big brown eyes. whatever you say, beautiful." he turns the phone to face you, revealing a picture that you snapped of him the other day that was supposed to go to seungkwan and ONLY seungkwan (the unfortunate single friend fully aware of your feelings for vernon).

"i didn't text that." you know your name is attached to it. you know that no one else gets to mess with your phone. maybe if you just keep acting dumb--

vernon is casual as hell about it, leaning back in his chair, "nah, it's cool. i asked seungkwan about it and he said..." he trails off, dragging the word out as he goes back to seungkwan's contact in his phone. "'oh my god. they're fucking stupid.' which... rude, but, c'mon, you're cute so you get a pass to be dumb sometimes."

deny, deny, deny, and then run away and yell at seungkwan because you really are stupid. "my cat sent that." you don't even have a cat. this is literally how you die, you think.

vernon just bursts into giggles, watching you. "you're really gonna play it like this, huh?"

"yes. no. maybe." you avert your gaze, sipping harder at your iced coffee. "that's probably not even my number--"

he chuckles, leaning over the table to press his lips against your cheek for just a few sweet seconds. he sits back down, and grins that gummy smile at you that leaves you mentally screaming.

"huh? what?" your mind is blank, probably. all you can do is stare at him. "huh? you...?"

"yeah," he says. "me." he gets up, grabbing his drink before he walks away, making his way toward the door. he glances at you over his shoulder with another cheeky grin, all too aware of how he's destroyed you within seconds.

you nearly knock your chair over, gathering your shit and taking off after him. "vernon, you jerk!"

and maybe he is. but he's your beautiful brown-eyed jerk, if everything goes according to his plan.

[flamingtoads]

We shouldn't have watched that movie before bed, was the thought that popped into Karen's mind as she followed closely behind her wife out of their bedroom. The floor boards creak as Hen and Karen stops at the end of the hallway. They pause as a large lumpish shadow cast from the kitchen light rushes out of view, followed with what sounded like a clatter of dishes falling together. Karen leaned closer into Hen, "Did you see that?" Hen's hands gripped tightly around the baseball bat, preparing herself for what might be waiting for her in the kitchen. "Sure did."

[justbelievinginmagic]

the sea & her moon. davy jones!kim hongjoong x calypso!reader pt 2 / previous drabble 1.5k words. barely edited.

“Ten years,” Hongjoong bit out. "It has been more than ten. years."

His look was not of devotion nor fear. It was of anger. One dark eye swirled like the clouds during a maelstrom. His eye-patch was a new accessory... and foreign to her, only serving to make him look less and less like the soft-cheeked sailor she had met long ago. His anger was equally strange.

She had never been on the receiving side of fury. She was the fury. She was the feared. She was the uncontrollable. The sea. A wicked thing. A cruel thing. A beautiful thing. But she was now simply a woman. Bound in her mortal form, trapped in the same bones that she had met him in. Her wine-red sea of a heart wasn’t endless in this form; it was a trapped organ; it toiled and bubbled and swallowed her up as its waves roughened with… guilt.

He glared as her eyes softened evermore.

“Ten years I devoted to the duty that you charged me,” his words were cutting like the pirate’s blade he now had on his belt.

Her Hongjoong had been a sailor, never a pirate. His lips twitched, a tongue rolling around his mouth as if the words that he spoke were acidic on his tastebuds.

“Ten years, I ferried those who died at sea,” he took another step towards her, nose scrunched. “And finally, when we could be together again!” His tone raised but he did not yell. “You. Weren’t. There.”

The blow to her heart was imminent. Her throat clenched, and her heart swelled like she was the beach at high tide. Flooding over her weak organ to choke her throat. Her eyes burned with salt; the very salt that made up her sea. And as much as she wanted to glance away, in shame, she did not. She couldn’t. Whether it was pride or love, Hongjoong wasn't sure. All YN knew was that she was staring at her Hongjoong - a form she had not laid eyes on in over a century and she wouldn’t let the image of him fade into the depths.

Oh, her sweet love. His face had been hardened by anger, by sorrow. Carved scars she had not bore witness to, had not kissed and soothed or bite and reddened.

She had never wished to leave him lonely; she had promised him she’d be there even if he didnt see her. She had checked in on him, bending the rules of the task at hand. She saw him while he remained blind. She had been there. Beside him, in the ocean foam, sailing beside him. Being sea-locked meant she would see him whenever she wished – it was her. He was never far. Every sparkle of the sun on the sea made her remember her treasure sailed somewhere in her waters. It reassured her while it had destroyed him.

Her absence had clawed at him; he counted down the days in marks on the lonely ship she had crafted him. The Halazia - the light she had told him. (For she thought him to be the moon and the sun.) 3,650 marks marred the wood.

He had long stopped when he turned the blade towards his own chest, carving out his traitorous mournful heart. And in the time afterwards, he had become a ruler in his own right. Cruel as the seas he said. The plentiful jewels and chains and rings and finery screamed his wealth. He’d been busy, gathering crew that were bound to him and the Halazia. They could never leave him now. And even with her in his grasp, behind bars, he faced her with a dark sneer. He wanted to look so different yet he was not. She knew him. His lone eye was stormy but she could see the familiar depth of the dark seas in them. The glimmer of light that reminded her of the sun shimmering off the horizon. His hair was no longer its long length; the mullet she had loved to run her fingers through was now shorn short. Spikey over his forehead. Earrings of aquamarine and gold sparkled in the low-candlelight of the brig. Freckles had kissed his cheeks over the years instead of her own lips. His lips… still had the same curve she dreamt about; his cheeks were still full and warm with anger.

Despite the burn of judgement, the rush of guilt, she felt in her heart a sigh of relief. Because it had been centuries and he did not succumb to the push and pull of the waves. He was not the very sailors he had once ferried. He breathed with the flush of life – even in rage, in scars, in riches. And she knew that all of this was worth it. Selfishly so.

He was alive.  

Immortal.

“Why weren’t you there?” His voice was still full of wrath, swallowing him up. But as he watched her stare at him with wonder, he couldn’t help but soften. His tone saddened at the end of his words.

And like an rip tide, he felt his emotions shift. His sorrow sparked into anger once more like a match to a cannon. How could she manipulate him so? Even now, her very presence made him melt, whine like a pup. His vacant chest shivered, fragile. He crossed his arms and glared. He wanted answers. That’s all he wanted. Why? Why? Why? She vexed him so much.

Licking her lips, she whispered: “Its my nature, Hongjoong.”

It wasn’t a lie nor an excuse. It simply was. She leaned forward, her face pressing into the bars that separated them. He tried not to flinch away; his face twitched.

“Would you still love me if I was anything but what I am?”

He jolted at that like a lightning strike in a storm. And instead of retreating, he took a step forward. His own face so close to the bars separating them. Hands intertwined over the rusted, barnacle-y metal. His hot humid breath felt like the kiss of life. She couldn’t help but embrace it. Humanity, her mortal form, made her relish these little things more than ever - even after decades of imprisonment. His eyes crashed and clashed with the waves of the ocean; she heaved in time.

“I do not,” he spat the words,” love you, YN.”

His words cut her. She had once believed no being could hurt her; she was a Goddess, a thing of power. Even in her mortal form, she held the cards of fortune. Words cried at her by mortals were follies. Silly and simple creatures acting out.

But he wasn’t a mortal anymore.

He wasn’t just a man.

He never had been.

He was her Hongjoong.

Tears slipped over her cheeks, big and fat as they poured over the shore of her cheeks. Drip, drip, drip. They joined the salt-water that broke through into the brig. The ship creaked a mournful sound.

He had never seen her weep. And he thought he'd never feel a stabbing pain in his chest again, but here his scarred chest ached at the sight of her tears. His hands trembled; he held on to the brig tighter so he wouldnt try to touch her salt-stained cheeks. So he wouldn't kiss away her suffering.

He sneered a look that was so alien to her and she realized now that she had done this. Made this.

Even in her attempts to keep her love by her side, she had somehow failed. She had thought he had known...

She felt the regret swirl; the guilt eat away at her heart like it was rock turned to sand. Her emotions were rampant as a Goddess. She knew this. Fleeting and fast, some said wild. As herself, as the ocean’s one and only, she came and went with the tides. It was nature. It wasn’t out of cruelty. Her waves had pulled her elsewhere while he waited. Waited. Waited.

Waiting was never her strong suit. The ocean was an impatient being. 10 years was both an eternity and a blink of an eye. And she had forgot to rush back to swallow him whole. But she was going to return. He hadnt left her mind. She thought he knew that. He was her light, her Moon. He was ever-present, there, even when she was gone. Her first and only love. He was hers. She had thought he knew.

She had never favored someone before. Never bestowed her affections so earnestly. She had never offered the task she had offered him to any other. The sea gave and took. YN never thought she had taken so much from him. She had stolen his mortality for their love. But she realized now in the pursuit… she had tainted his soul. And in doing so he saw his immortality for what it wasn't. A curse.

It hadnt been that… she hadnt wished that. It was supposed to be a blessing. Eternal love. Together. Sea and Moon.

But like many things, a gentle rain turned into a tropical storm without much warning. Two wild souls clashed. He had carved his heart out to be free of the torment of her absence. Heartbreak. His aching heart was locked up and tossed aside like a monster. Forsaking his duties, he plundered and pillaged and shanghaied souls who had passed at sea to join his cursed crew and ship.

He had buried his heart away on the very island they met so he’d never feel her again. That very action told her the truth. Her teary eyes rose to meet his gaze solidly. Assuredly despite her damp features. Her own hands rose to wrap around the prison he kept her in - a breath away from touching his own hands.

“Oh, Hongjoong,” she spoke his name soft and soothingly like a wave licking at the shore in the moonlight. He shivered and tightened his grip. Her sweet-salt burned him. Her tears bit at his open wounded soul and soothed it the next with her dulcet tones. His empty chest ached for its missing piece. Only proven, when she said:

“You don’t hate me.”

[into-fiction]

gelphie - modern au

so! i did a poll like a week or so ago and model glinda/photographer elphie won in terms of modern aus you'd want to see. idk if I'll make a full fic but figured i'd give y'all a taste of the idea:

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“Hey, Pfannee.” Elphaba lifts a hand in a casual wave as she enters the room, nodding her head to some of the other staff as she makes her way over to the young man. He brightens when he sees her, tottering over happily with his arms full of clothes. 

Typical Pfannee. 

“Elphaba, hey girl! Cutting it a bit close, aren’t you?”

“I’ve got three minutes to spare, what do you mean?”

Pfannee laughs, awkwardly nudging his glasses back up his nose without dropping his load. Elphaba drifts further into the room, putting down her bag and sipping on her tea.

“So, I heard we’re working with someone new today,” she drawls. 

Beside her, Pfannee gasps. “You mean you don’t know?”

“Know what?”

But Pfannee’s shocked expressions falls into something mischievous and he shakes his head. “Nope. Not going to ruin the surprise now. You’re going to die when you see her.”

Elphaba rolls her eyes. By the way he’s acting, this new model is likely someone famous. Or- famous to Pfannee at least. Elphaba doesn’t really keep up with anyone like that. Despite having chosen photography as her career, she tries to keep herself separate from the fashion industry at large. 

It’s incredibly toxic, and she’s seen what it can do to people. Case in point: 

“I can't believe I get to take her new measurements! Rumors say that she’s lost weight, and that means I’ll be the first to know her smallest size!” Pfannee grins like that’s a completely reasonable thing to say about an adult woman. 

Elphaba hides her frown behind another sip of tea. Most models don’t really have a lot of room to lose weight. If it’s enough to make a visible difference, especially since the woman’s last job, then she’s likely dropped a concerning amount in a very small time period. 

Elphaba spends the next blur of time discussing the shoot with the other photographers as well as the lighting crew, the hair and makeup artists, and Pfannee and his lackeys. They’re mostly set up and ready to go when a voice announces the model is on her way in, and everyone bustles around to prepare. 

Elphaba waits calmly, Pfannee nearly vibrating beside her. “Here she comes!” he says, just barely remembering in time not to physically shake Elphaba’s shoulders. 

A man enters first, stunningly dressed in a tailored navy suit with his chestnut hair swept back and his blue eyes sparkling. That’s sign number one. The second sign is the voice floating behind him, high and airy and delicate. Almost sing-songy. 

Ice floods through Elphaba’s veins. It stops her heart for several seconds before it kicks back on, three times faster than before. Dread twists in her stomach as she turns and eyes the doorway where a glimmer of pink and gold awaits her. 

It’s been years since she’s seen Glinda Upland. At least- in person that is. 

Glinda Upland, one of the highest-paid models in the country, is featured on enough billboards, magazines, ads, commercials, social media posts, and celebrity shows to make even the lowliest citizen feel like they personally know her. Her face is everywhere, and what a stunning face it is. 

Gorgeous and defined with flawless pale skin and dark chocolate eyes. Long lashes flutter as she blinks, and a single dimple carves into her cheek with every smile. America’s darling. Tiny, dazzling, desirable. 

And the woman Elphaba once loved.

[voxisdaddy]

Hey! Chito is back with something (finally). Anyway, here’s something I’ve lowkey been thinking about for awhile now~

Nah but imagine meeting Lucifer and getting closer over time. Theirs some obvious tension there that’s growing, a bunch of romantic feelings and you get to know one another better, intensifying those feelings. Now imagine Lucifer lowkey bragging about how he bagged the first mans wife, then got his second in bed too. He’d tell you this with a grin, expecting you to be impressed or amused that he managed to screw over Adam—the very man who leads the exorcist army to eradicate sinners in hell—twice. Though you don’t see it that way. His heart stutters and sinks a little when your expression falls a bit and you put just a little bit of distance between the two of you. Whether or not you like Adam, part of you imagines what it would be like to have been in Adam’s position all those years ago. You have a wife, who’s subsequently stolen from you but whatever. You get a new wife, someone new to love, someone who is apart of you, and the same guy who steals your wife tricks her into eating an apple and then later sleeps with her—taking his second wife too. That sounds…heartbreaking. If you were in Adam’s shoes, maybe you’d grow to resent Lucifer too. Lucifer tries to laugh it off, clearly awkward that you’re now awkward about it and have this mild look of disgust and disappointment on your face. He takes a step closer to you in hopes of maybe moving past what was just said in full confidence but then you dismiss yourself politely and quickly. ‘He’s the king of hell for a reason’, you’d shake your head as you disappear back to your room.

I’ve had a lot of thoughts about this, especially when we saw Able—Adam’s son—in the official Hazbin Hotel art piece for Christmas. I kept seeing a lot of comments/fan theories about how Abel might actually be Lucifer’s child and not Adam’s. And quite honestly, that just makes me feel so sad for Adam ☹️ I love Lucifer very much. Very, very much, but the whole bragging about how he homewrecked the same guy twice and is still proud of it like millions and millions of years later is such an ick for me 😭 i know its a bit deeper than that and we have a lot to uncover in the upcoming seasons, but it still makes me sad for Adam lol

[misc-obeyme]

Hii!!

I'm the anon who asked about belphie and mc's nsfw moment and by their first meeting I meant when he seduces mc instead of killing them as a form a revenge. Just that!

You can start it however you like

Whenever is OG or NB

Okay, got it!

Well, I did my best lol. I used some actual lines from the game from Lesson 16 in OG. I don't know if I managed to write what you're asking for... but I tried! Hopefully it isn't too terrible.

GN!MC x Belphegor

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: Belphie is super manipulative and probably kinda OOC, penetration (reader receiving), biting

When Belphie opened his arms to hug you, you stepped into them readily. How long had you been hoping to set him free? And now you were in the attic and the door was open.

Belphie held you close, almost gently, his face buried in your neck. You felt the warmth of his breath on your skin.

"Ah… this really brings back memories," he said. "This feeling… I wonder how long it's been since I've touched a human? So, MC…"

He stepped back, but kept his hands on your waist and suddenly he was in demon form. A thrill ran through you at the sight.

"…how can I express how I'm feeling right now?" Belphie reached up to trace your bottom lip with his thumb. "What can I do?"

You weren't expecting to have this kind of reaction to him. There was a hunger in his eyes that you couldn't mistake and yet you found yourself ready, willing.

"You're stunning," Belphie said, clearly looking you up and down. He stepped closer to you again, wrapping an arm around you. "You won't make me beg, will you?"

He pressed his lips to your neck, almost biting, before he pulled back to kiss you properly.

You could have resisted, perhaps. You could have refused him. But there was so much tension between you and in that moment, all you wanted was to feel him. You kissed him back, tugged on his clothes, indicating your desire for their removal.

Belphie laughed into the kiss, pulling you against him as he moved toward the bed in the attic.

You were in a haze of heat and need as he undressed you, removing your clothes without a second thought before tossing his own to the floor.

For months, you had been working toward opening that attic door. Never once had you imagined that it would lead to this. The look in Belphie's eyes made you feel like he was planning to devour you and you found you wanted nothing else.

You squirmed a bit with impatience and he laughed again.

Belphie put a hand on your cheek. "Ah, you're so desperate for me, aren't you, MC?"

You didn't have a chance to reply as he pressed his cock into your heat. He moved faster than you were prepared for and you cried out, clutching at him, leaving nail marks in his back.

His thrusts were hard and fast from the start. You moaned and your body shuddered, your legs naturally wrapping around him.

Belphie didn't hold back. His horn pressed against your cheek as he bit your shoulder and your nails dug deeper into his back.

You came first, crying out incoherently as you did, squirming beneath him as he kept going, never losing momentum even as you squeezed him hard with your orgasm.

He lifted your hips to give himself better access and his cock was hitting that spot inside you with a consistent rhythm. Tears sprang to your eyes as you crashed into overstimulation, your fingernails raking down his arms, his name falling unceasingly from your lips.

When Belphie finally came, you gasped at the feeling of his cum inside of you. He slipped out of his demon form, laying down next to you and pressing his face into your neck.

"You humans really are foolish, idiotic, weak creatures, aren't you?" he whispered into your ear.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[faiell]

Full summary:

Draco reached into his tall grey coat and drew out a crisp folder. A privacy spell shimmered off the parchment as he flipped it open. Confidential Client: Harry J. Potter Category: Purple Urgency: Very High Notes: Living being (self). Abnormal increase in libido. Complexity low. Estimated resolution - one hour. -- Draco fails to keep things professional.

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Lust Potion/Spell, Dubious Consent, Sex Toys, Curse Breaker Draco Malfoy, Power Imbalance, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Light Angst

Thank you: @ghostofnoir and @kamaela for cheerleading. @kanamycine for betareading (and cheerleading too).

Author's note: hi, thank you everyone who's read and sent good vibes so far. i'm very new to writing but it has been a lot of fun.

AO3 link to Purple

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

déjà vu

déjà vu : a french term that translates to "already seen." It is a phenomenon where an individual feels a strong sense of familiarity or recognition with a current situation.

bnha chap. 362 n 403 spoilers ! childhood friends to lovers can you tell i'm inlove with this trope oooorrr…, angsty?? bittersweet hurt/comfort ?? fem reader, reader's height isn't specified but is shorter than katsuki's, reader gets a bit insecure but katsuki fixes that up rq, reader is very mushy n inlove with katsuki, (but aren't we all) katsuki loves reader very much in return

in his final moments, katsuki thinks of you.

he thinks about primary school. you’re both ten, double digits. foolishly believing you were all grown up. katsuki’s fingers are white and dry from cleaning up the chalkboard, since you guys were tasked for clean up duty today.

or at least, you were. but your classmate suddenly vanished without a word and katsuki, as nice and helpful as he was (to you, at least) decided to stay behind to help you, don’t ask him where your cleaning buddy went, he has absolutely no idea and has absolutely nothing to do with it. at all.

“ y’know—” he starts, soaking the soggy sponge into the water bucket next to him, then squeezing it out. “when we’re done with this stupid school stuff, i’ll go pro.” he states, slapping the sponge onto the board, creating a loud splat noise.

you, having heard this time and time before, simply look at him and smile, placing your classmates chairs on top of their desks row by row “mhm, i know !” you grin “ 'n you’ll be number one, right ?” you’re standing in between two desks, hands playing with your uniform skirt behind your back.

“hell yeah i will !” katsuki boasts, smirking. he scrubs at the board a little more vigorously.

“bad word !” you tease, giggling as you point at him “ 'm gonna tell miss you said a cuss word again !”

he huffs, turning around to scrunch his nose up and stick his tongue out at you, you stick yours out back playfully. “as if i care ! yer too much of a wuss to snitch on me anyways.”

“no I’m not, i’ll do it right now !” katsuki rolls his red eyes at you, returning to his task and wiping the board down in a zig zag motion. “ i don’t care” he reiterates.

you pout at his back and just then get an idea you’re sure will piss him off, a cat like grin pulls at your lips.

“okaaayy … then i’ll just tell your mom !” you sing, bursting into giggles when he swiftly turns around and waves the wet sponge in your direction. he’s too far to reach you but you dodge anyway, just to mess with him.

“no you won’t.”

“yeah, i will !” you counter, blowing a raspberry at him. you both break out into a fit of giggles when he aggressively dips the sponge into the water and flicks the droplets at you once more, before he decides to close the distance and chase you around your cramped little classroom growling and screaming, threatening you with the dirty sponge.

you’re squealing and giggling and laughing, trying to fend him off with a broom and even then, at ten. then when the concept of cherishing memories of the time you spend together wasn’t even an afterthought in his mind, katsuki remembers wishing he could stay with you like this forever.

when you’re both out of breath the classroom is just as messy—if not messier than it usually is. you give eachother a look then belly laugh some more.

you’re picking up chairs again and katsuki’s helping you, so it goes even faster. you don’t wanna go home because you won’t be seeing him anymore, but you have to admit your eager to finish and leave school.

katsuki’s back is to you on the second row and he can’t see you looking at him from the back row, he decides it’s time he says what he wanted to say before you got distracted. he clutches the legs of the chair he’s holding a little tighter.

“hey,” his voice comes suddenly in the quiet, it surprises you a little, you hum in response “ 'm really gonna go pro when we’re done with school, y’know.” he insisted.

you tilt your head wearily, looking at him with his back still turned to you. “yeah, i know.” you respond “you said that already.” you’re confused, he can’t hear the scrapping noise of the wooden chairs anymore, it’s annoyingly too quiet now.

“ you’re coming with me” he pauses, turning to you a little so you catch a peak of his quickly reddening face. it sounds like a statement but even then you know better. you don’t miss a beat, nodding furiously “uhuh, always !” his cheeks flare up more as he turns fully towards you. he walks over until the only thing separating you is the desk in between. he turns his back to you again to lean against the desk seperating you both.

“you’ll be with me, and we’ll be pro's together” he maintained. he feels his chest tighten when you offer him more of your pretty bright smiles and nods, you smile at him the way he knows you don’t with the other boys in class who are stupid enough to think they deserve even a second of your time and it makes him feel a little bit more confident as he speaks more clearly “a-and I’ll be number one, and you’ll be number two. but not behind me, with me, yknow ?” he feels stupid for having to explain himself but you don’t mind, as long as you can stay with katsuki you don’t mind which number you are. you move across the table so you can stand next to him. you nod and he let's out a little huff and a smile starts pulling at his mouth.

"a-and" he gulps " 'n then—i'll marry you."

it's quiet for just moment.

and then you register what he said and feel your entire body heat up.

"w-wha ?! " you sputter "marry me ?!" your wide eyes startle him as he glances at you but refuses to look over again. he's red to the tips of his ears, pulling at the bottom of his now longer tucked in shirt. despite the growing lump in his throat, he nods.

"mhm," he kicks at an eraser laying on the floor, the only noise heard coming from it hitting a wall a little further. you don't see where, you're still looking at him. " my ma says i can't do it now, since it's...illegal, or something." he scoffs dissaprovingly "b-but..when 'm older," he sucks in a breath, then suddenly turns to you causing you to sit up straighter in suprise, you feel your hands gripping the desk tighter and tighter as your face feels more and more on fire. "when i'm older—i'll do it. that way, none of those other losers will look at you."

he looks way more flustered than you but he's sitting up straight still, eyes determined and unwavering and it knocks the wind out of you, because for as long as you can remember katsuki's been the coolest.

there's absolutely no doubt in your mind he's embarrassed. if his face wasn't a dead give away, his posture and demeanor give it away just as much. you've known him for a long time now, since you were 6 years old and he had walked up to you. little newbie you, who had transferred in the middle of the school year and with nobody to play with. he was there, head held high with his friends in tow behind him, demanding to know what your quirk was and the rest was history.

katsuki persists even when he knows the odds are low, he perseveres and keeps kicking and punching and blowing up everything in his path where anyone else would've given up while they had the chance. like when he fought against those 4th graders while you were all still only in 2nd grade. his face was all messed up and he had a nosebleed, but he ended up winning. because he swore he would keep winning.

'cus that's what heroes do.'

katsuki fights and keeps fighting even if you think the odds are low, because he doesn't. to him, there's absolutely no doubt in his mind he'd win. even here, when he isn't fighting, instead confessing to you. he's red-faced, embarrassed out of his mind and nervous, but his shoulders are squared and there's no doubt in his eyes after he had just told you he would marry you. when he thought about being older, he thought about you being there with him.

and even after what you'd heard all you can think is that your katsuki is so cool.

so with a bright smile, bright eyes and the summer sun slowly setting in your empty little cramped classroom, you give him your response.

"mhm ! "

katsuki thinks about his last year of middle school.

today's the last day of your middle school life before you go off to high school and katsuki couldn't be happier to leave this shitty school. he's 15 now. older, but besides his features, remained the same (to you, at least) .

it's your last day and you finish it off with cleaning duty, ironically, and he remembers that day back in elementary. then proceeds to shake it off, hoping to shake off the embarrassing memories. but it doesn't seem to work because it feels like the universe is seriously fucking with him.

you're the one tasked with cleaning duty again and with your cleaning buddy, yet again, being nowhere to be found. katsuki yet again staying behind to help you out. and again, katsuki has absolutely no idea where your buddy went and has absolutely nothing to do with it. at all.

it shouldn't be anything new, he stays and helps, albeit begrudingly, every time you have cleaning duty. but it feels different somehow. katsuki chalks it up to it being the end of the year.

the only difference from last time is you actually finish in record time. usually, that would've been great news, less time at school and even more free time katsuki can spend with you.

but you're quiet today.

you usually chat his ear off, and just because it's you, he chat's right back. wether you're messing around teasing each other or just talking about your day at school or who's house you're staying over at for the afternoon and which movie you're watching, you're always talking about something. it's comforting where he'd usually think it to be annoying with anyone else. but they aren't you.

and he doesn't like it.

when you finish you reach for your bag sitting neatly on top of your desk but katsuki stops you, grabbing your wrist. the feel of your soft skin has him involentarily flushing lightly, he ignores it in favor of squeezing your wrist when you don't immediately look back at him.

"what's up with you ?" he questioned gruffly. it comes out harsh, but that's not what you hear. you've known katsuki for a long time, after all. he's worried, you can tell. his words are rough around the edges but his eyes are soft, filled with care and the soft stroke of his thumb against you skin sends slight shivers down your spine when you turn to look at him shyly.

you open your mouth to deny him, but he can practically read your mind "don't give me that 'nothinngg' bullshit" your nose scrunches at the way his voice raises in pitch as he crudely mimicks you and a little smirk pulls at his face for only a moment before it falls again " don't go lyin' to me. know i hate that shit" he rasped.

you sigh, he's known you just as long as you'd known him after all.

you lean against your desk and he copies you, your shoulders brushing as he scoots himself a little closer to you. you jump up a little to sit on your desk, you're the same height as him like this. he scoots a little closer and turns to look at you, placing his hands on your desk to lean on it, fingers inches away from yours.

"i just—" you faltered "this our last day of school. when the day is over we'll be high schoolers." you stated. katsuki scoffs jokingly and leans a bit closer to you "what ? you tellin' me youre gonna miss this dump ? last i heard, you were the first one who wanted to leave so you wouldn't have to deal with mr. nakamura anymore." he jests, trying to lighten the mood as best he could, the worry in his eyes still shining bright. a smile pulls at the corner of his lips when you huff out a little giggle.

"yeah well, i won't be missing mr. nakamura. or his stupid tests" you pretend to shiver as you cringe "at all." katsuki let's out a cute chuckle. he's like a magnet, you feel yourself scooting closer to where he's leaning next to you, like you're being pulled closer to him, you don't mind. you never mind being close to katsuki.

"but..?" he coaxed, knowing that wasn't all you wanted to say.

"but.." you continue "but i'll miss this, yknow ? like—the school itself wasn't..the best" katsuki scoffs in response but doesn't interrupt "the teachers weren't either. but—i dunno—this. being here." you confess, you stare down at your shoes as you kicks your legs aimlessly into the air " we've spent such a long time here, and now we're leaving. we went from being the youngest—to the oldest, to going back to being the youngest again, and that in itself isn't the problem.."

"then what is ?" he raises a brow.

"we're gonna be in a completely different school, with completely different people—"

"but we'll be together." he interrupts "you said you wanted to go to ua too" you said you were gonna stay with me is what he wants to say, but it's childish and that wouldn't be fair to you.

"of course, i still do !" you reassure "but—there'll be tons of new, strong, cool people at ua.."

"maybe even stronger and cooler than me.." you trail off. you don't need to say more for katsuki to understand what you mean and it pissed him off.

"shut up." he growls.

"katsuki—"

"no. shut the fuck up." he's right in front of you before you can blink. you reflexively part your legs and he takes the opportunity to stand even closer to you, right in your space. you feel your cheeks warm at the proximity, you’re close enough to see it's apparently affecting him too, his cheeks turning a cute pink but as stubborn as your katsuki is he doesn't budge. as usual.

you don't exactly know what you and katsuki are. you know you like him, you know you have for a long time. and you'd like to believe he likes you too. he doesn't act the way he does with you the way he does with his other friends (or his lackeys as he calls them, you're the only one he openly calls his friend) but he doesn't really have anyone close to him besides you, so you don't know if he'd act this way with someone else.

the thought leaves a nasty taste in your mouth, so you decide to focus on something else. something else being katsuki, of course, he's all up in your space. his gaze not allowing you to look or even think about anything else but him.

"who i meet at ua doesn't fuckin' matter, they'll all be weaksauce compared to me anyway" he states smugly, causing you to huff out a laugh again " i don't care if theyre cool, or strong" his nose scrunches up in disgust as he quips venomously "i don't care about any of that—and i don't hang out with you because of that either—i fuckin' care about you because you're you."

your heart stutters.

" what, you think i hang out witcha because of superficial shit like that ? you mockin' me or something ?"

"no, no course not !" you insist, shaking your head.

" exactly, so don't..." he huffs, looking away from you towards the ground, there's a random eraser lying on the ground and he kicks it "don't go saying dumb shit like that."

"i don't waste my time with just anyone, 's why i'm wastin' it with your ass" he jokes, chuckling when you squeeze his nose in response. supressing a smile you whine at him when he leans forward to bite yours.

"katsuki, you're gross !" you giggle as you push at his face, he smiles lightly at the sound of your laughter, one of his favorite sounds. "ya started it." he disputes weakly, his smile turning into a smirk when you groan and then it falls again as he looks at you seriously.

" but seriously" he starts "i mean it, y'know. don't just say shit to say it"

"i know" you smile. he grunts in acknowledgement then continues.

"i don't care about how cool those future ua asshats are gonna be. you're different, you're not like that—i mean—that's not what i look at—what i see with you" he fumbles around for his words and groans, slamming his forehead against your shoulder. you're used to katsuki being physical, but that was usually when he was being annoying, pinching and prodding and biting at you. he's rarely ever this affectionate. it's different, but nice..really nice, so you savor it while you can. your fingers twitch a little closer to his and you decide to take a leap of faith, placing your hands ontop of his. he flinches and you're about to pull back when he grips your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. you feel him huff into your uniform. his hair tickles as he shuffles his head deeper inside your shoulder.

"you're not like those other losers, y'not like anyone" he explains "you're—when you're around it's like you're glowing. you're bright and when you talk, everyone sorta—gets pulled towards you like you're some typa magnet" his hands get warmer against yours as he speaks. you're surprised that he sees you this way, when that's practically the same way you see him.

" you pull people in so easily, and it pisses me off that you don't realise it. you are strong, and cool and everything else but that's not all you are. s'not all i care about."

"you're annoying. and whiney. extremely annoying, actually" he chuckles, and you pull at his ear "but—" he continues "but you're..fun to be around or whatever, wouldn't be around you otherwise. you're too fuckin' nice and your taste in music isn't bad" katsuki grumbles.

he wants to say more, so much more. he wants to say he thinks the way you immerse yourself when you're watching a movie together is adorable. the way you hold yourself back from commenting during the movie so as not to be annoying, even thought he could listen to you naming street signs and never get bored. the way your eyes light up when you get your grade back for a test you had studied your ass off for, when you come to him showing off your hard work it makes him want to hold you and never let go. he wants to say the way you're not scared to banter and bicker with him, the way your nose scrunches up when you try to hold in your laughter when he passes you a crudely drawn picture of your homeroom teacher, the way you smile at him whenever you see him, whenever he shares his umbrella or your lunches even though you have your own and he has his, makes him want to kiss you silly.

he wants to say all this and more, but he knows the words won't come out right, they never do. but somehow you understand and it's another thing he admires—that he loves about you.

"i...didn't know you felt that way" is all you can quietly muster up. you're cute, he feels you squeezing his hands a little tighter " yeah you didn't, cus i didn't tell you" he ribbed. you huff out a 'dont be annoying" gruffly and he chuckles. the asshole.

your asshole, though, your heart decides.

you're both quiet, everything is quiet and you're happy, reassured. you'd be happy if this is where the conversation ended but katsuki never fails to surprise you today it seemed.

" 'sides" he squeezes your hands tighter "i promised you i'd marry you didn't i ? how can i do that if i'm not around you, hah ?"

you're heart skips approximately three beats at the memory of his promise and you lean back to look at his fully red cheeks and his fleeing eyes.

"you still remember that ?" you ask incredulously. he rolls his eyes but you can tell it's simply to save face as he responds " of course i do. wasn't that long ago."

"but—we were like—ten when that happened. "

"so ?" he responds simply "doesn't change nothin'. i told you, i don't say shit to just say it."

you're flustered and so utterly confused, but there's a happy feeling bubbling in your stomach at his words " but we're not even dating !"

"we're not ?" of course not , he knows he hadn't properly asked you to be his girlfriend. but he figured if he talked about the memory that seemed to refuse being pushed aside, he could casually sneak by what he was too embarrassed to ask. but of course, you never make it easy for him.

"no, we aren't" you pout, crossing your arms at him. he grumbles, reaching to pull your arms away from your chest but you're stubborn, he was right about you being extremely annoying. "cut that out," he hissed.

"mm-mm ! " you shake your head "you can't just decide we're together. i didn't even know you liked me like that.." you trail off shyly. katsuki looks utterly baffled "hah?! whaddya mean you didn't know ? you don't see me actin' like this with anyone else do you ?"

"that's cus you're mean to everyone else !" you choked out, puffing your cheeks out at him.

"well yeah ! but—that's the thing, i'm not mean to you !" he defends, faltering when you raise a brow at him "fuck off, m'not that mean ! i'm just messing with you !" he rebutted. you simply roll your eyes at him and after a moment he sighs.

"fine" he concedes "i should've told you i liked you, i don't just decide that i want you to be my girlfriend when it's convenient for me or something" he keeps quiet about how you could of also told him you liked him as well for now, for fear of you getting moody at him again.

you still look away from him and he groans "hey c'mon, look at me." he utters sincerely. after a minute, you offer him a glance and he takes his opportunity, turning your face towards him, holding back a grin when he feels how warm your cheeks are.

"do you...wanna be my girlfriend ?" he stammers, looking at you with his red cheeks and bashful red eyes, and yet his gaze doesn't falter.

so cool.

it's your last day of middle school, your last day before you go off to a different school with different people. but with your katsuki by your side, and that's all that matters to you.

and with a bright smile, bright eyes and the summer sun slowly setting in your empty classroom, you give him your response by pressing your lips to his softly.

katsuki thinks about the night before today, when you'd knocked at his door in the dead of night.

usually, on any other day, he'd have scolded you for being up so late but would've ended up letting you in anyway. but lately, things hadn't been as they had been before..everything happened. and he could tell you were upset, so he simply let you in without a word.

you take the liberty of laying down in his bed like you used to back at his house and back at the dorms. he doesn't mind. it feels familiar, comforting.

he lies down next to you and you immediately latch onto him, seeking his warmth. with your head in his chest, you hold onto him tightly, like he'll dissapear if you don't. he clings to you just as tightly.

"what's up with you ?" he mumbles sleepily, softer than when he would've if he were more awake, but still focusing all of his attention onto you.

he feels you shake against his chest "jus' wanted to be wif you" he hears you mumbles. he presses his lips to the top of your head, pressing a sweet little kiss onto it as you breathe "you know that's bullshit." he reprimands, he feels you squeeze him tighter. he squeezes your waist twice, his warm hands running up and down your sides "c'mon, talk to me" he prodded

you look up at him and he looks down at you. your eyes are glossy, he can tell even in the dark and he's sure you were crying a little. his theory is confirmed when he hears you let out a little sniffle, his heart breaks at the sound. his heart breaks even more when you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping at the front of his shirt.

"baby," he pleads softly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, mouth and cheeks when you whine. "tell me what's bothering you, yeah ?"

"m'just—you're gonna be fighting tomorrow, and we all are and i know you're strong but you'll be in the front lines against him" you blubbered, you hiccup as tears roll down your cheeks " and i know you're strong. but katsu, i can't—" you gasp. he shushes you softly, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips. he knows what you're gonna say, he knows you're worried. he's known you for so long after all.

he hated himself the day he woke up after the first war. when he woke up to you crying at his side, with you yourself still being injured. he hates how much he worried you that day and he knows that the fleeting glances you give him whenever you have a briefing with the pro's, the way you stare off at nothing whenever you catch a glimpse of his scars, are all out of worry for him. he did the same after he had found out you had also been heavily injured during the brawl, so he can't say he wouldn't do the same way.

"baby, babe—look at me" he intones softly, grabbing onto your tear stained cheeks to get you to look at him, he's close so he's sure you can see him despite the darkness. he can't help pressing another kiss to your lips " nothing's gonna happen, okay ?" he reassures, rubbing your cheek softly.

"i can't see you like that again, katsuki. i just can't" you whimper, leaning into his hand.

"you won't, promise you won't." he vows. he knows you're even more worried because you'll both be in different areas and he hates he won't be able to keep his eye on you. but you're strong and cool and everything else, so he trusts you'll be okay "i need you to trust me"

"i do" you sniffle, taking a deep breath "i do trust you, but i just—don't wanna see you get hurt, kacchan"

he sighs softly, staring at you lovingly as he pulls you towards his chest. you nuzzle against him and he presses his mouth to the side of your head. "i can't promise i won't be gettin' hurt, s'gonna happen on the job" he says carefully, rubbing your back "but i promise i'll always come back to you. no matter how fucked up i get, i'll win. for you." he declares, feeling you shove your head deeper against his shoulder.

you remember how despite getting extremely injured by shigaraki, he recovered in record time. it seemed nothing could stop your boyfriend from proving to the world he was the best. because katsuki fights and keeps fighting even if you think the odds are low, because he doesn't. because to him, there's absolutely no doubt in his mind he'll win.

and despite the worry and the fear gnawing at you, you can't help but think your katsuki is so fucking cool.

so you nod against his shoulder and he feels the collar of his shirt grow wet, but he doesn't mind as your grip on him loosens lightly until you can feel yourself falling asleep.

before you fall though, you hear katsuki speak.

"besides, i promised you i'd marry you didn't i ?"

he feels you smile into his neck, and you give him your response by happily nodding into his shoulder with a hum.

in his final moments, katsuki thinks of you.

he thinks of the promises he's made. he thinks of the promise he made to his old hag to not cause you, such a sweet girl, too much trouble. he remembers the promise he made to his old man to stay safe while he went out on patrol and when he'd fight against shigaraki for the second time. he remembers the promise he made to himself to get his limited edition all might card signed one day. and he remembers the promise he'd made when he said he'd always, always come back to you.

and he remembers the promise he'd made to marry you. the promise that you both would be together and none of the other losers would look at you.

so when he awakens, katsuki doesn't bother to ask why or how.

he simply fights and keeps fighting, so he can win, no matter how fucked up he gets.

and always, always come back to you.

[fbfh]

Hey! Could you please do some headcannons of cuddling with Jay from descendants?

Thank you!

oh fuck yes baby boy NEEDS a snuggle so fuckin bad. Jay is SO motherfucking - his full name is Janasheen Lagmani Mufti btw (successor, born at nightfall, one who gives council or legal advice) - Jay is SO motherfuckin touch starved that he'll get injured on purpose just so he can feel you touch him up. After a while you start to catch onto this because you don't have the heart to tell him he's not quite as slick as he thinks he is. So OBVIOUSLY I have a medieval game OBVIOUSLY I have a jousting game the only way you're gonna get him to turn into your snuggly lil bunbun (yes he does insist you call him that after you say it once as a joke and he loses his mind) is to make him think YOU'RE really the one who needs cuddles. like of course you're feeling kinda sad and tired from all your schoolwork so of COURSE you need a big strong tough cool guy star of the tourney team to make you feel all safe and cozy. obviously it's TOTALLY for your benefit. not at all because Jay was not hugged once as a child! that's hilarious and true and totally not the reason at all! I just washed my hands that's why they're wet! no other reason!

but yeah once you actually start cuddling with him it's going to take approximately less that six seconds for him to become a total and complete velcro boyfriend. it takes longer to watch any vine in existance than it does for Jay to latch onto you like a small baby bird. he did not know that touchy feely stuff could be so... nice. especially when it's with you. he tried giving Carlos and Evie and Mal bear hugs between classes when he's away from you and it was good, but it wasn't the same. Maybe it's because Carlos still thinks he's going to get suplexed whenever Jay grabs him like that or maybe it's because Mal keeps asking if he huffed her spraypaint and that's why he's so huggy out of nowhere (Evie doesn't mind too much as long as he doesn't wrinkle her outfits or mess with her hair and makeup. she actually approves of you two and likes that you're bringing out Jay's more affectionate side. she makes a mental note to give you the friends and family discount on any future designs you order from her.) but shortly after that first time you snuggled up with Jay and had him tell you all about the video games he's been playing and about tourney practice he's full on addicted to your touch and cuddles. Coach sometimes has to pull you off your extra curriculars to give Jay hugs and kisses during practice when he cops an attitude or gets too rowdy. you're known as the Jay whisperer immediately and believe me the nickname sticks. Carlos asks what the hype is once and you give him head scratches and he understands.

[zevrra]

jayce talis is the type of man to hold your hand constantly. he wants to make skin on skin contact whenever and however he can; especially during sex. did not matter the position, he constantly wanted to hold your hand. you never bring it up and just assume he wants to make sure you’re okay…or it could mean holding your hand keeps him grounded because you know you’re in for some trouble when he stops holding your hand.

when he holds your hand, he’s far more intimate. grips your hand tightly, intertwining your fingers together as he slowly rolls his hips. he places kisses against your collarbone, whispering sweet nothings as his cock vanishes inside of you. he’s soft, needy, wanting to make you feel so good your head spins.

“you’re always so perfect for me. so pretty, so beautiful. i love you, love you, so much.” he’d mutter, praising you as if you’re the goddess that hung every star in his sky. holding your hand as tight as he could, without hurting you of course, solely because he was afraid you’d disappear.

he asks you how you’re feeling, whines when you don’t look into his eyes to tell him that you’re feeling good. he begs for every kiss. fucks you slow and passionate until you’re breathlessly moaning his name.

until he’s no longer holding your hand. when he doesn’t hold your hand; he’s a man possessed. gripping your hips enough to bruise or securing a snug hand around the base of your throat, just enough pressure to make your toes curl. he’s leaving blossoms of hickies along every inch of skin that he can reach, marking you as his. his pace is brutal. he has no problem flattening you into the mattress while he slams his hips right up against you. he thrusts in deep and rough, stretching every inch of you that he can while he reminds you why you’re his.

“you’re perfect. fit me so fucking good. so tight.” jayce groans, gripping your hips a little more as his cock slides out of you. he chuckles deeply at the way you tighten and suck him right back inside. “mine. you’re fucking mine.”

and he doesn’t stop until he’s completely satisfied and you’re too overstimulated, twitching and soaked, to speak any other word except for his name.

[torchstelechos]

Once, a long time ago, when you were still trying to figure out who you wanted to be, you read a book on the ethics of psychology. It wasn’t a big interest of yours at the time, but you had been told that trying to manipulate social situations to get people to like you was bad and wrong. As a child you had wanted to know more to understand what was considered bad or wrong so that you wouldn’t get in trouble (you had also wanted to know any loop holes so that you could continue to get people to like you without breaking any “rules”).

In that book, you had read about animals and their rights. Specifically, the different types of experiments you could do to an animal before it became cruel and harmful. Surprisingly animals had a lot more rights than humans in this regard. Though you think it was because they couldn’t speak up and tell you you were harming them in the moment, so it made sense. But one of the experiments was called “Learned Helplessness” which was a study about dogs who were taught helplessness via pain and then continued to not help themselves even when the harmful stimuli was gone. It was a psychology experiment conducted to learn about motivation in humans and how that may appear in abuse or harmful situations. 

Looking at Loop, all you can think about are the dogs in those experiments. Taught to fear the pain of trying, taught to be unable to help themselves. It’s a grim reminder of what Sif could have become if he had no one to talk to, it’s a grim reminder that you aren’t enough to keep him stable. It hurts your stomach to think about but. You can’t look away. Because that’s a version of Siffrin you failed, that’s a version of Siffrin that will never be truly happy with this life. This is Siffrin without a Loop. 

This is a Siffrin that learned to roll over and accept defeat. This is a Siffrin that is a helpless dog who could do nothing but cower from the unknown. 

You… Cannot say this. You will not say this. This is something that can NEVER leave your mind. So, lets try this again. 

Looking at Loop, you see a new friend. One you hope will let you be someone to them, someone they can count on. You will not let them cower away anymore. 

“Loop, can I ask you something?” 

“What is it, Fighter?” 

“Howl you doing?” 

“...Was that a pun? What were you even trying to pun that with? There aren’t any dogs here.” 

“Oh! Yeah! You're right, I was just thinking about that reeeeeal cute dog back at the House. You remember them? They were really fluffy and sweet!”

“You confuse me, Fighter.” 

“I know! But hey, that's what getting to know each other is for. We can learn how to not confuse each other, together!” 

“...Sure, let's try that.”

"Awesome!!"

[averycutesalamander]

merry crimes from me and boothill 💝 i hope everyone has a fantastic day !! 💕

[benevolenterrancy]

I've been looking at your art with Jin Guangyao like million times and noticed that his face features kinda fluctuate on different non-chibi drawings. Curious if you just like trying different designs or does this just reflect changing with age (he's almost a teenager as Meng Yao and a fully grown adult after the timeskip after all), and generally if you have any particular headcanons on his appereance?

Sorry, I'm just a little (or not a little) obsessed with character design XD

ha ha ha man I wish I could give a cool answer about how yeah, you totally saw through me, I am definitely intentionally making little fluctuations to mark the passage of time etc etc, except I'm tragically not 😅 The closest is that while he's Deputy Meng Yao I do try to make him a little more... optimistic? Give him a bit more youthful pride and confidence that he's finally succeeding and might have a chance to get what he wants? So I guess that ages him a bit between Meng Yao and Jin Guangyao, in theory... but when I'm not drawing silly comics, things just tend fluctuate and I'm not always very good at sticking to one look (I like trying different things!) All I can do is hope my art continues to improve... they're certainly never hiring me for animation or anything that requires consistency!

My headcanons about his appearance that I do try to keep in mind but might not come across in my art:

I almost always try to give him a somewhat round face, or at least rounded cheeks, I'm not sure why but I imagine him with quite a soft looking face... youthful, even as he gets older, and I think he'd be willing to play into that

I usually draw him smiling (because if something has made him show a distinctly different emotion he's probably alone or shit's popping off) and I'll often add dimples as part of my JGY Visual Shorthand (along with critical things like Goofy Hat)

WWX was able to see the goddess statue carved to look like Meng Shi and assume it was a statue of JGY, so I assume he has fairly delicate, almost feminine features -- she was supposed to be beautiful and he looks like her, ergo he must be pretty!

I imagine him with very straight hair, and I think he found this mildly frustrating with the Nie who I usually give more of a wave to -- his hair doesn't hold braids as easily as the Nie brothers! Frustrating when he's trying to fit in!

(listen I know the braids are a show thing not a book canon thing but I will die on this hill) I subscribe to him keeping his Nie braids under his hat you can't take this from me

This doesn't come across in my art because I just do whichever is more fun or fits the comic requirements at the time, but I imagine while Meng Yao / new to the Jin, he wore cuffs at his wrists, anything to keep his sleeves back, for pure practicality's sake. As sect leader I like to imagine he doesn't, and goes for the long, billowing sleeves and more layers as something of a status symbol: he doesn't need to worry about dragging them through dirt or blood or ink anymore!

[xxlady-lunaxx]

the summer night air was warm and dry. obanai’s gaze would not tear away from his boyfriend, who stood in the kitchen with shorts that settled an inch too low, hugging his hips. sanemi appeared unbothered by the stare he was receiving, too busy popping strawberries into his mouth. a healthy amount of berries later, he closed the container and put them back in the fridge. only then did he grace obanai with his attention, walking over to him with an easy smile.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, taking the towel that obanai had forgotten to use and quickly helping him dry the dark locks of hair. he didn’t try too hard, trusting the warm weather to do the rest. instead, he draped the towel over obanai’s shoulders and tucked the ends of his hair into the folds.

obanai didn’t move, though his eyes darted around. he seemed to latch onto the way sanemi’s muscles reacted to the movement, taking it all in. he swallowed, looking up to meet the curious, lavender eyes.

“nothing. it’s warm.” obanai blinked twice. he looked away, face flushed. sanemi smiled and pressed his palms to obanai’s cheeks, squishing them slightly. he received a distorted scowl in return.

“not for you, apparently,” sanemi noted, tugging on the shirt obanai wore—which was technically sanemi’s. it was large, probably not helping with the heat.

“it’s fine. i’m just naturally cold.”

“really? i thought you were naturally hot.” sanemi released his face, instead guiding obanai’s chin up so he could press a quick kiss to his lips.

obanai hummed and, though he appeared indifferent to sanemi’s words, his cheeks rose in heat again.

“you taste like strawberries.”

“well, fuck. i thought i ate an apple.”

“seriously?”

“i’m kidding, obanai.” sanemi flashed a smile when obanai rolled his eyes. he pulled him in for another kiss, only parting when obanai complained about being squished. he picked him up, much to obanai’s confusion—squeaking as his legs were swept up from right under him—and carried him to the bed. he dropped him down, tossing the blankets aside because nobody was going to use them in this weather, then slumped down beside him.

“what the hell was that for?” obanai huffed, turning to look at him.

“i don’t like standing and you’re a slow walker.”

obanai glared at him. “fuck you.”

sanemi raised his arms and, despite the scowl sent his way, obanai slipped right into them. they lay like that for a while before obanai scoot of, opting to lay beside sanemi. he moved down slightly, bringing his hand to sanemi’s bare stomach and drawing circles, laughing as sanemi’s abdomen constricted at the touch.

“don’t do that.”

the amused smile sent his way meant nothing as obanai stopped, laying his hand flat down, fingers trailing slightly to fidget with the waistband of his shorts. sanemi closed his eyes, allowing this as he relaxed into the bed. the air was still torturingly warm, the open window doing nothing but sending in the occasional breath of heat. but obanai seemed unbothered by this and even began drifting off. when sanemi noticed this, he pulled him back up, ignoring the urge to throw him off the bed so there would be less body heat. he tugged him close, smiling as obanai’s arms wrapped sleepily around him.

“‘night, darling,” sanemi said quietly, petting obanai’s slightly damp hair.

obanai mumbled something incoherent, burying his face into sanemi’s chest. there was something so controlled about the action that made sanemi think it wasn’t just idle movement, but he said nothing of it. it was only a couple minutes before obanai fell asleep. sanemi, however, wasn’t allowed the same luxury. it was nearly an hour before his mind slipped into sleep, exhaling strawberry scented air as he fell into dreams of the man in his arms—and beaches with suns beating against the sand.