#no bc i love this gn

[st4rch1ld404]

if u asked him to put it on he would. only because he loves u so much and knows how happy u would be <3

[emmyrosee]

You have heard of angst, you have heard of fluff. Get ready for my very own brand: chaos

You're playfighting with Osamu and kick him so hard in the face you break his nose.

Bonus points if it's your first time staying over

LMAOOO I CANT DO THIS-

——

Osamu is an absolute fiend when it comes to play fighting.

He’s the twin of an athlete, of course his entire childhood was filled with wrestling and fighting, of fighting over the last cookie, or first player in a video game. Who the hell were you to think of challenging him to such an event?

“Get over here!” He growls playfully, chasing you down the hall. You scream and turn into the bedroom and skitter onto the bed, only for him to follow short after.

“Go away!” You giggle in anticipation.

“Nuh-uh,” he snips. “I’m not nearly done with you.” He makes a leap towards the bed, a large hand gripping your ankle and dragging you towards him, desperate to ignore your flailing limbs and-

You sent a kick straight to his face.

Immediately he recoils away, hands coming up to cradle his face as he whines in pain, hunched over. You instantly jump to his side, a palm running over his back to try and soothe him, all the while trying to get a look at the injury.

“Baby, let me see!” You demand.

“No!” He nasals out. “You’ll neber let bme play fight you adain!”

“That’s not my worry right now, my worry is me kicking your nose square off of your face!”

“It’s my worry!”

You roll your eyes and quickly grab him by the collar, dragging him to the bathroom where you tenderly remove his hands, wincing as he whines in pain.

“We’ve gotta get you to the hospital,” you insist.

“Kiss bme first?”

“Oh my god-“

And hey. It worked.

Because not an hour later were you and osamu in the emergency room, your hand filling out in patient forms while his cradle ice to his face, but a dopey smile splayed on his lips unbothered since you originally kissed him.

It be cute, if it wasn’t so bloody.

[synthe4u]

The stress was beginning to seep in. Your eyebags becoming more visible by the day. No one could tell you were more tired than the past week.

You were more quiet and less aggressive in your talking. You seem to have lost your spirit in a way, but of course, the man in the mask figured it out.

Ghost eyed you on the other side of the room. You were bobbing your head, nearly falling asleep before being shaken awake by the slight fall of your body.

You were being distracted by the lights and paid no mind to Ghost's wandering eyes.

It wasn't until around 2100 (9:00pm) when he knocked at your door. You weren't asleep yet. Your light was still on.

Opening the door you asked, "Is something wrong?"

You hadn't changed out of uniform and still seemed out of it.

"Why aren't you asleep?"

"Why are you awake?"

You snapped back at him. You weren't in the mood. You've been tolerable all day, no arguments or fights, but it's clear he came to ruin that.

He stared at you in silence. The mask made him more intimidating which caused you to fess up.

You ran your hands through you hair, frowning in disgust at the knots in your hair.

"Just some family problems is all."

"Losing sleep over your family?"

You sighed, "What do you need?"

"Need you to sleep so we could complete this mission."

"I'm not broken, I can still do the mission."

Silence permeated the hall, other than the occasional fizzle from that one light the base swears isn't broken or haunted.

"Can I come in?"

The door widened a foot further, allowing the masked man inside. You didn't understand why you would let him in. You don't let anyone in your room, at least, not for silly matters like this.

He followed you further into your room after shutting the door, and settled on the side of your bed. You didn't have time to question it before you fell.

Collapsing on the spot, Ghost caught you before the ground could do actual damage to your body.

I guess the sleep had caught up to you, just as Ghost had caught you.

Sleep truly is not for the weak. Stay healthy, guys.

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masterlist

[grandlinedreams]

It's rare that Law falls asleep before you.

Even rarer still that he's even in bed before you ㅡ because when you trudge into his room (which is yours too now, you suppose), you fully expect him to be awake and at his desk, working on something.

The room is in the usual disarray, stacks of books everywhere ㅡ but still comfortable in the dim luminescence of the porthole. And Law is not at his desk ㅡ he's already in bed, jeans and cap shucked to the spare chair you often curl up in, Kikoku propped up against it.

You stare at the sight before you, wondering if you should be concerned ㅡ after all, it isn't every day that you don't have to wrestle your boyfriend into going to bed. You glance at the clock on his desk, then wince.

For once, you're the one who's lost track of time.

You sigh softly, scrubbing at your eyes before you move towards the bed to join him. Law doesn't stir at the dip of the bed or tug of the blankets, breathing still an even cadence as you settle beside him.

Law's face is made softer in sleep, no furrow to his brow or irritated pull of his mouth, and you reach to thumb at the shadows underneath his eyes. They're not as dark as you've seen them, but their presence still makes your heart ache. You know that he has a lot on his plate as a captain, but you also know he struggles to share the workload.

Your touch drifts over the bridge of his nose to his cheek, then to his jaw, stroking gently. In sleep, he offers a soft sigh and the subtle shift to your touch, subconscious movement sending butterflies through your stomach.

You love him. You know that you do, as certain of it as you've ever been of anything ㅡ you love him with every fibre of your being. And you know that he loves you, too. How else would you be privy to this, the softer, unguarded sides of him? It's an honor to be trusted this much, especially when you know how much effort it's taken to get to this point.

Law shifts in his sleep again, reaching ㅡ and you squirm closer carefully, feel the drift of his arm over your waist, the tuck of your head beneath his chin. Comfortable, easy ㅡ and oh so very welcome in this wee hour of the morning.

You snuggle as close as you can, pressing your lips to his shoulder in a soft kiss before you close your eyes, content to let yourself follow him into sleep.

[lovesickeros]

☆ glimpse of divinity

{☆} characters lyney, neuvillette [ separate ] {☆} notes cult au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 0.8k

× neuvillette

The first time he sees you strolling the streets of Fontaine with a glint of wonder in your eyes, he thinks he must have finally lost it. He has to rub his eyes and check a few dozen times before he's certain that you are, in fact, real and not some figment of his imagination conjured by a lack of sleep and overdose on caffeine.

..Though now that he gets a better look, it's not quite the same. Like a smudged painting, he thinks. Still, the uncanny resemblance to the visage of the Divine One has him lingering around the area just to stare a little longer, a deep, devoted sense of affection bristling beneath his skin.

And then you turn sharply on your heel, staring directly back at him, and he feels a sudden wave of embarrassment and something akin to shame.

Archons, he'd just made a fool of himself, hadn't he?

He quickly turns away, clearing his throat and hiding his embarrassment behind his hand. Though it does not seem to deter you, the soft tap of your shoes growing closer until you were peering up at him with wide eyes.

"..Hello." He offers awkwardly, a little too stiff and a little too formal, but you don't seem to mind in the slightest. He knows that your appearance, your vague similarities to the Divine One are mere coincidence, but it does not stop his heart from skipping a beat when you smile up at him. "I– apologize for being so uncouth and staring, it's just.."

His voice trails off into a breathy exhale, his hand twitching on his cane as if he wanted to reach out and touch you..but he restrains himself in time. He could not make a bigger fool of himself – he would never hear the end of it from lady Furina.

"You remind me of someone."

He decides, readjusting his hands on his cane as he bows his head for a moment is a show of genuineness, though it must look awkward with how stiff his body feels.

Yet he cannot help but want to get closer anyway, to hear the silky lilt of your voice grace his pointed ears. This is as close as he will ever get to the Divine..he is a weak man, he finds, as he offers a hand to you.

"I understand if this is a bit..forward, but would you mind joining me for tea?"

× lyney

He is a master magician – his entire work is built on keen misdirection and sleight of hand, but even he stumbles for a minute thinking he'd seen an illusion in your warm smile and striking features. Almost an exact copy of the Divine One, yet not quite..

Still, it's enough to pique his interest – enough, too, to give him the confidence to slip into your conversation with ease, all smiles and the slip of a card between his fingers.

"Hello, stranger – I don't think I've seen you in Fontaine before," He laughs, his hand reaching around to rest gently on your opposite shoulder, his voice a ghost of a whisper in your ear. "Say, could I interest you in a bit of magic?"

He perks up at the way you seem to light up like fireworks at his offer, a spark almost like recognition in your eyes he brushes aside – he's quite well known, after all.

"Good! Now, if I may just borrow your attention for a minute.." He grins, stepping around you and turning sharply to face you, his hand outstretched with a deck of cards in his hands, face down. "Let's start simple, shall we? I shan't overwhelm my audience – pick a card."

He holds the cards out again, his features twisted in something like awe, though he hides it well.

His heart flutters at the briefest of glances of your hand against his as you pluck a card from his hand, and he quickly retracts it, reshuffling the deck with a broad grin and a wink.

"Do your best to remember it! If you could return it to the deck.." The card is placed back in it's place amongst the rest, and the magic begins!

"Now then, let's see..hm," He hums for a long moment, the silence filled by the constant shuffle of cards until he suddenly plucks one from the deck, flipping it around for you to see. "Is this your card?"

He frowns when you shake your head, almost pouting, before he lights up again and steps forward.

"Ah! How foolish of me, I missed it..it's riiight here, see." He winks, reaching behind your ear..and pulls free a card from seemingly thin air. He flips it around for you to see again, and when you tell him it is, in fact, your card, he flips it around again.

And before you can see it, he's holding a rainbow rose between his fingers, his hand outstretched as he bows.

His eyes glint with a sort of wonder as he looks at your features, his smile widening a fraction.

"Well, dear stranger? Did you enjoy the show?"

[unexpectedbrickattack]

Huge Fat Fake Peppi Supremacy

[gigglecoffin]

i feel sick rn

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou likes to remind you to breathe whenever you two have sex. It can get so overwhelming for you—the pleasure, the intensity, the intimacy, the eye contact that he never lets you lose. It’s a connected feeling, when you’re at the height of it all, the precipice of climaxing.

“Hey, hey, eyes on me, baby,” he’ll whisper to you, tapping your cheeks once, twice, gently to gain your attention. Your eyes flutter open, rolling once before they settle on his, whining when you catch a carmine gaze, filled only with a type of passion and adoration that it makes your hole clench around him.

“Breathe through it, will you do that for me, baby? Huh?” He talks to you like you’re some airhead and, in a sense, you guess you are at the moment. Only able to gasp, mouth dropping open for his tongue to swipe the inside of it, hands pawing at his shoulders and nape.

“Cmon, baby, breathe with me. Gonna make you feel so good,” he promises, watches how your eyebrows screw up, how your eyes struggle to stay open.

You’ve always had the bad habit of holding your breath when you orgasm, and Bakugou’s heard somewhere that breathing through it makes the feeling all the more powerful. And he’s been doing it with you ever since—pressing his chest to yours, his mouth against your own, his breath in, your breath out.

When you cum, you remember to suck in your deep breaths, eyes hopelessly rolling to the back of your head as you shake and tremble all over. Bakugou praises you the whole time though, groaning and whispering about how good you did for him, how tight you are, how you listen so, so well.

His own breath stutters as he follows you, toes curled against the mattress as his breath slows until his balls finally unclench and he can relax into your body. You’re both boneless in seconds, and you figure the mess can wait until you gain feeling back in your body again.

[saturncodedstarlette]

Philip Graves : Oooh~ you came back quicker than expected! Did you really miss me that much?

Y/N : Do you ever get tired of teasing me?

Philip Graves : With how adorable you look when you’re angry? Never ☺️

<<Part 2>>

[abyssruler]

cyno x gn!reader

“You’ll like him, I promise!”

“If he’s anything like you, I suppose.”

“Well…” You trail off, imagining you and your brother growing up and constantly being told how different the two of you are, from your personalities down to your looks. “Anyway! He can be a bit of a dummy, but he means well.”

Cyno nods, a thoughtful frown on his lips as he crosses his arms and waits for your brother to arrive at your meeting spot.

You spy the eye-catching ahoge from a mile away. You beam, raising your hand in a wave and turning to your partner beside you—only to blink as you realize that he left without your notice.

The sound of steel against steel in the distance blares an alarm in your head. Frantic, you whip your head to the direction of the sound and find two very familiar individuals duking it out.

Oh no.

“Big brother Haitham, stop!”

They both freeze at the sound of your voice for two completely different reasons.

Al-Haitham pulls you behind him and points his sword at your very confused partner, uncharacteristically slow to connect the dots. “Choose your next actions carefully, Cyno.”

Cyno completely lowers his weapon as he switches his gaze between the two of you as if in disbelief that Al-Haitham, the so-called Akademiya lunatic who he’s barely spoken two words to, is your older brother. You, the light of his life—but also an Akademiya drop out who only managed to get in through sheer luck after your random answers on the entrance examination turned out to be right—were related to him?

Impossible.

…Or so he would have thought a minute ago before his world was turned upside down and his partner’s brother wasn’t the most suspicious person in Cyno’s eyes.

My brother is really smart like you! He’s really nice and he used to help me study for my tests back when I still went to the Akademiya. A little, um, mean—but he’s actually a good person!

Hah, mean. A large understatement. It would equate to a scholar calling the General Mahamatra benign.

He suppose he should have expected it from you. You do have the tendency to think the best of people, even when they don’t deserve it.

“Brother.” You tug on Al-Haitham’s arm to bring his sword down, but he refuses to do so, unwilling to take his eyes off Cyno. Huffing in annoyance, you stomp on his feet and feel immense satisfaction when he turns his head to glare at you.

“This isn’t the time—”

“He’s Cynie!”

There’s a joke to be made about a pin dropping in the silence after your words and your brother’s dawning look of realization and the skepticism that follows.

He whirls his head to Cyno and points, “That’s Cynie?”

You nod with a growing smile, delighted that your brother finally lowered his sword so you can come up to Cyno and drag him close by the arm. “Cynie, meet my brother, Haitham!”

“…I told you not to call me that in front of others.”

“But it’s cute!”

“Only when we’re alone.” To this, he sends a baleful glare to Al-Haitham that your brother returns with a glare of his own.

“Oh, please. My sibling has told me everything that’s happened in your relationship,” then, as if to add salt to the wound, he strictly emphasizes, “Cynie.”

A muscle in your partner’s brow twitches.

“It’s great that you two are getting along!” You exclaim with a smile that could rival the sun.

They can’t say no to that face. They both have no choice but to reluctantly grumble a hesitant ‘yes…’ that has your eyes shining bright.

“I have our outing planned for today! I saw a promo in a restaurant that said if you can finish some kind of large meal in under an hour, you don’t have to pay for it! Not too sure how big it is, but I know I can eat it all. I also passed by this really cool place yesterday…”

They let you drag them by the arm across the city, shooting glares at each other and throwing subtle barbs when they think you aren’t looking.

You called that day the ‘brothers-in-law bonding day’. They hated every second of it and vowed to never talk to the other again.

Unless you asked them to, of course.

[dianthusandhisreds]

「 ✦ 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙 ✦ 」

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷:

♡ Malleus, like the dragon (fae) he is, is very fond of collecting/hoarding small trinkets or things he finds interesting, like his “pet” Gao-Gao Drakon-kun. It comes so natural to him that he believes everyone must feel that way, so expect him to shower you with gifts at every chance he gets.

♡ He also enjoys going on long walks with you in the middle of the night (he loves seeing you ramble on about the things you are interested in); so you often find yourself joining him on a stroll in the warmer part of the botanical garden in wintertime.

On that note, if he notices that you are cold, he’ll immediately suggest going somewhere warmer or he’ll cast a spell to warm you up.

♡ As for (public) displays of affection, Malleus is the kind of man who will ask you for permission before kissing you on the lips, often kissing your hand or forehead instead. As for hugs, you and him will probably have long cuddling sessions on your couch while you watch TV or while you game/read.

𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼:

♡ He’ll be ecstatic if you ask him about his favourite places or gargoyles, especially the latter. Hoo boy, better get ready for a lengthy lesson about them, their use, their evolution through history… You get the drill.

♡ The thing is, you can’t really stop him. I mean, look at this guy, his eyes light up every time someone shows even the slightest interest on his tastes. He’s just, so, happy. Why bother yourself with buying lightbulbs when you have a gleeful Malleus illuminating the whole room?

Speaking of which, after repeatedly telling Malleus he can come and visit you at Ramshackle whenever he wants to (as long as it’s not at an ungodly hour in the morning), he starts coming over all the time.

At first, he’ll look very awkward, just standing there in the middle of your living room, unsure what to do. Eventually though, he will warm up to his surroundings, and kind of make himself at home: popping in just to say hi; chatting with the ghosts, helping you out in the kitchen…

𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷:

♡ To be honest, Malleus isn’t really good at knowing what to do or what to say when you are not doing well, but he’ll try his best because I mean, he’s going to be king, if he can’t help the one he loves, how is he going to aid his future subjects?

♡ He would usually ask Lilia for help, but because the old bat is emotionally constipated and just shrugs off his problems until people overblot , he decides to ask Trey or Deuce, as he knows you three get along.

♡ For the most part he’ll just hold your hand and draw circles on your back (if you are feeling like it) while he softly whispers reassurances in your ear. He doesn’t mind having to repeat words of encouragement over and over if it means that someday, you’ll believe them. After all, you have helped him numerous times, so what kind of person (?) would he be if he just left you suffering like that?

[caruliaa]

angel on my shoulder, trying to get my attention and slowly growing smaller with a more squeaky voice as it speaks : please ! wouldnt it be so "based" and "slay pilled" if you let you weary body rest ? it is almost 2 am for goodness sake ! weren't you so tired earlier ? your body is precious ! it deserves rest ! please !

devil on my shoulder, pounding a celsius: you need to join a discord convo thats gonna keep you up for at least another hour with people in a differnt timezone for the fifth night in a row ruight fucking now

[mattodore]

finally opening the sims so corn can make a friend—so long as he keeps his fangs to himself. she doesn't want her blood drained, corn 🫵 @squea

[skitskatdacat63]

"Sometimes you learn more things from the difficulties than from the celebrations"

[emmyrosee]

“Ya know,” he says, a soft crunch of popcorn following his words. “I think I could definitely win this show.”

It’s chilly outside, far too chilly to walk around town and visit all the shops you’d wanted to, but Suna had promised you that you two could have just as much fun staying in, on your warm couch, snuggled together.

And damn, you hate when he’s right.

Curled in his lap with his slender fingers lightly scratching your scalp, Suna kept the feeling light and goofy, something he was always good at when you were alone. You weren’t exactly sure how you two ended up watching a silly game show, but it was amusing to gawk at genius contestants while teasing each other when one of you would get a trivia question wrong.

So far, Rintaro answered the question wrong much more than you care to keep count of. His bold assurances was indeed, hilarious on your end.

You snort at his confidence, “is that right?” He doesn’t acknowledge your tease, merely popping more of his snack into his mouth. “Rin, baby, my love, sugarpie-“

“Don’t butter me up just to insult me.”

“-okay, I won’t; you barely can text me without spelling something wrong unintentionally, you think you can really spell something correctly in front of a live studio audience with all those lights and-“

“You don’t know what I’m capable of when there’s a prize involved,” he assures, his beady eyes flicking down to your judgmental expression, which he merely sticks his tongue out at before turning back to the tv.

You cock your brow and sit up from your curled position, eyes glimmering in challenge. “Rin, if you can spell ‘gorgeous’ right now, I’ll wear one of those maid outfits you keep sending me links to.”

Immediately, his head whips to face you, eyes wide and eager- there’s no way he actually knew how to spell gorgeous, but god, if he didn’t look so excited at the prospect of winning and taking you up on your offer.

But he also looks so confused as to how to spell the word- and his subtle frustration is somehow even cuter. His lips move slightly as if to try and spell the word to himself, getting frustrated the more he does it.

His silence makes you fight back your own laughter, and you wonder when he’ll finally throw in the towel.

“Rin-“

“I’m thinking.”

“Don’t think too hard, you’ll hurt yourself.”

He offers you a spill of fake, high pitched cackles and a “oh my gosh you’re like, so funny!” before dropping back to his normal facade of focused thought. Then, a cheeky smirk tugs up at his cheeks.

“Y-O-U,” he spells, and after a beat of amused silence, you give him an absolute cackle at his cheesiness. Your palm smacks at his chest before gripping the collar of his hoodie, pulling him closer so you can tuck your head in the crook of his neck. “Eh? Spell check me. You’re lucky to be dating such a genius.”

“I hate you,” you snort, leaning towards him to nudge his nose with yours. “Just admit that you can’t spell past a seven-year old level and move on.”

“Find me one seven year old who can spell gorgeous, I’ll be amazed. Then I’ll take that nerd in a fist fight, he can’t be both, smart and strong.”

“It’s not that hard of a word!” You scoff, curling up close to him. “And I know plenty of seven year olds who would kick your ass. But it’s okay- I love my idiot of a boyfriend who can’t spell basic words. Or fight seven year olds and win.”

“Yeah?” Rin asks, tossing an arm around you. You hum and nod up at him, puckering your lips for a kiss, and he offers you a shrug. “Well he can’t stand your judgmental ass.”

“Rude.”

“You started it, dickhead.”

[pup-pee]

no1s mad i drew more konbart right?

last drawing is nirvana au // also i gave up on the 1st drawing mayb? i might return 2 it