#or something 👉👈💖💖

[rexscanonwife]

For funsies these are just a few inspirations to my mtl s/i 😊💖🫶💖

[goldrose-star]

Also, I'll tag some moots here who might want to see this (if not: sorry 🙈):

@bluecoolr @rottent33th @slaasherslut @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @the-pinstriped-hood @solmints-messyocdiary @myers-meadow @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @sketchbook-of-shadows @devil-doll13 @visceravalentines @flower-crowned-lady

Roberto Ferri's Resurrection study

[gravegoer]

OMG I love your last sevika work💖😍

Can we maybe have more oblivious reader ?🥹👉👈

Maybe reader being a total housewife for sevika and loving her VERY much 💖 (my girl deserve a rest )

Taking care of her ✧₊⁺

thank you for your support ! i totally agree with you, my girl needs a BREAK so heres to giving some loving to sevika when she needs it and implementing a little more oblivious reader :) + a little blurb at the end for fun <3 !!

masterlist here

You let Sevika over often. She found a kind of comfort at your home, more so than at hers. Her place was kind of.. plain. I mean, it was funded by Silco, and she's barely home to begin with, always out on missions or at the bar.

But after you offered her your key, saying, "You can come over anytime you want, I don't mind." She definitely took up that invitation. But not without teasing you.

"Want me to come whisk you away in the night, huh? I bet you'd like that."

She basically moved in with you, coming home after a particularly hard mission late at night, sliding into bed with you. You would awake at the intrusion and immediately tell her to get up so you could survey her injuries.

Sometimes you'd make her warm soup if you were alert enough, she wrapped her thick arms around you, her warm hand contrasting with the cold metallic of the prosthetic. Breathing deeply into your ear as you stirred the pot.

You just being her cute little wife made her melt.

On the nights you didn't wake, she would let you sleep in, watching the way your eyelids flutter in your slumber. Letting out a deep chuckle at your small snores. Then she would walk over to the window and light a cigarillo before you awoke.

Instead of going to the bar when she was stressed she would lay in your lap on the couch while you massaged her head, making all her worries shrink away. She groans when it feels especially good, and furrows her eyebrows when you giggle at her noises.

Speaking of massages, she loves when you rub her tense shoulders and whisper sweet things to her. Although she would never admit to it, she smiles at your adamant complements when her face isn't in view.

While your fingers work into her broad shoulders she would tell you stories about the people she has met and the places she's been. The places she wants to take you.

She tilted her head back to rest it on your chest, looking up at you with hooded eyelids as a smile adorns your face. Planting a soft kiss to her forehead you continued your motions.

She screams internally when she sees you walk around the house with a cute apron on. "Kiss the cook? Don't mind if I do," She purred, tilting your chin to plant a hot kiss on your lips.

When you asked her if she liked your cooking she was always painfully honest. Especially when it was good. She lets out a huge dramatic sigh at a good bite of a hot meal. And an even more dramatic grimace at a pinch too much salt.

When she stayed the night she would let you put her hair up in the morning, and on occasion help her get dressed. She calls you over to help her with the buttons on her vest, knowing full well she can do it herself. (She just wants to watch your cute concentrated face) Sevika indulges in the brush of your fingers against her chest, soft and gentle.

Her scent lingered when she left for the day, the dull smell of leather and something warm. She tries not to light up a cigarillo in your house often but the smell does inhabit the couch where she often lit one up while you sat all pretty in her lap.

She loved the way you felt atop her thick thighs, your legs dangling in between hers. She rubbed your thigh with her mechanical hand affectionately while she took a drag. These are the moments you savored.

One morning you woke up significantly earlier then Sevika, the dim moonlight peering through your blinds. Glancing at the clock you read " 5 a.m. " You tried to roll over, back into Sevika's chest as an attempt to lull yourself back to sleep. Her warmth radiates on your face and you try to snuggle impossibly closer so that it would spread throughout your body.

After a few minutes of tossing and turning you ultimately decided to get up. You silently cursed your forgetfulness, as the night before you stupidly forgot to draw your curtains. Slowly slipping out of bed you padded your way to the bathroom and flicked on the lights. The soft buzz of the bulb welcomed you as you fixed your messy bedhead in the mirror.

Turning on the faucet, warm water ran over your hands, after splashing it on your face you peered over at the tub. An idea popped into your head. Sevika's had a rough week and she could definitely use some relaxing before the weekend. You smirked at your bright idea. Waking up to a beautiful girl and a warm bath? What's better than that? (Nothing)

Cranking the handle of hot water you tested it, humming to yourself at the temperature. It filled the bath slowly and you watched while you sat on the edge of the tub. Thinking about how Sevika will enjoy your surprise, imagining her cute reaction, and perhaps her lips on yours. At your thoughts you almost drifted to sleep when you were pulled out of your daze by the hot steam hitting your face.

Standing up, you pulled out some soothing bath salts from under your sink, pouring a little into the bath. Swirling the water around with your hands you pumped some soap into the water, coating the surface of the water with bubbles.

When you were satisfied you tip toed back into your room, drying your hands off on your clothes. You giggled at Sevika's large frame on your bed, her snores muffled by the plush pillow on her face. You almost couldnt bring yourself to wake her up.

But you touched her gently on the arm, "Sevi, wake up," You whispered.

When she didn't respond you shook her carefully. She groaned at the intrusion and turned to face you. "What..? it's too early for this," Her husky voice grumbled. She wasn't pleased to see you standing at the edge of the bed instead of laying beside her.

"I have a surprise for you," You whispered sweetly.

This made her squeeze her eyes shut for another second and sigh before running her hands over her face, "Okay, surprise me sweetheart."

You pulled her out of her spot, the blankets pooling on the floor around her feet. Helping her stand up you lead her to the dimly lit bathroom. Her hand was warm in yours, you noted the her light squeeze when she saw what was beyond the bathroom door.

Looking up at her face you saw a small smile grace her features, highlighted by the glow of the light, "All for me?"

You smirked in pride, "Yep! I knew you'd need it. Like it, huh?"

"Always know what I need," She purred while stroking your cheek with a thick finger.

Walking over to the tub, she sat on the edge. Her two fingers beckoned you to come closer, spreading her legs so you could stand between them.

"Join me?"

thank you for the ask ! this was fun to write and i hope for more asks in the future :) my inbox is always open !! and as always reblogs and kudos are always appreciated let me know if you liked this <𝟑 .ᐟ

[starmocha]

meet me at midnight [Sylus/Reader ★ 950 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Deeper and deeper, you fall into this haze of arousal with him. A/N: Quick little something something because this has been a weird last couple of days, but mostly because this showcase broke me 👉 👈 Merry eve of Nightly Rendezvous banner. ✨✨✨ May all of your horny men come home in 10 pulls 💖💖💖 ✨✨✨ @starlightzoey I feel like you would enjoy this after our little convo 🥹 Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @voidsylus @rose-tinted-kalopsia @valkyyriia 【 request to be added 】

“Stay focused, kitten.”

His hand went to cover your eyes.

Complete darkness filled your vision.

A quick, fleeting kiss landed on your lips, his husky voice following:

“Don’t look.”

Shivers went down your spine when he had said those two little words, the sudden assaulting kisses kept you in the moment focused on him. All of your other senses heightened as you remained sightless. He had nudged your legs apart, settling in between you, his heavy weight keeping you trapped beneath him. Your panties were slipped off earlier and so casually shoved into his pants pocket, so now you could feel yourself dripping and aching for him. Your breath quickened in anticipation, feeling months of the growing tension between the two of you had finally culminated into this very moment. You felt the heat of his body on yours, his barely-restrained pants were all you could hear aside from the pounding of your heart, and suddenly—

You cried out, body arching into him when you felt it. It was only the tip, but you could feel how big he was, your body tensing, unprepared for just how much of him was going to fill you. Was this what he had meant? He knew the size of him would intimidate you, so he made you close your eyes, but now you were starting to feel a little panic creeping in, your thoughts racing as more and more of him entered so painfully slow, stretching you in a way you had never felt before.

Your breathing grew shakier and more panicked, thoughts racing wildly, thinking there was no way he was going to fit inside you all the way, but still your wetness seemed to pull more of him in, the stretch so agonizingly delicious.

His other hand instantly went to yours. His heavy breathing signaled his own descent into lust and pleasure, any previous control he had slipping the more he drank in the sight of you being taken by him. You squirmed against him, your mind caught somewhere between this was too much but also not enough.

“…t….too…much…Sy…Sylu—"

He shushed you gently, his deep kisses pressed into your skin, on your lips, to your temple, reassurances to help ease your sudden trepidations. They helped a little, but not knowing how much of him was still left and only being able to feel the thickness of him stretching you still made you anxious.

“You can take me,” he whispered against your ear. He hissed in pleasure as you clenched around him, his deep voice trembling slightly as he continued to restrain himself for your sake. “Do-doing so well, sweetie.” He mumbled lazily into your shoulder, “My good girl, such a good girl, so wet for me...you’re going to take all of my cock, right? Every last inch…let me fill you completely…”

You bit down on your lip, body tensing, but oh, the way his irresistible voice was so devilishly deep and smooth, whispering such sinfully lascivious words into your ear was making you ascend to a different plane.

“Fuck,” he husked, his breathing still heavy, “So tight, but taking me so well…”

You gasped, your hand squeezing his immediately at the sudden fullness of him filling you so wonderfully.

“Good girl, good girl,” he purred. He removed his hand from over your eyes, watching with a pleased expression at seeing your fully flushed rosy cheeks, the slight tears brimming in the corners of your glazed eyes. He hushed you again with more kisses as you adjusted to the feeling of him buried inside you.

Soon, you felt him pulled out—slow, patient, precise—and wordlessly he thrusted back in, eliciting your startled cries of pleasure. He gauged your reaction, experimenting with the speed and strength of his thrusts until he found a steady rhythm that was pleasurable for the both of you.

The earlier haze of pleasure returned, the room heating up with the sounds of your intense lovemaking, your only dizzying thoughts were on each other in this moment. His hands found their way to your thighs, his grip on your flesh tighter as he spread you just a bit more. You succumbed to your needs, your legs wrapping around his waist as he continued to rock into you steadily harder and faster. You whimpered and gasped, moaning in time with every lewd sound of his thrusts, the slick movements of him robbing you of all other thoughts except the feeling of your approaching climax.

“Sylus…more…m-more…!”

“Greedy little kitten,” he chuckled, nipping your earlobe playfully. He nuzzled his cheek into the crook of your neck, humming gently in approval at your quickened, helpless little mewls of pleasure and the feel of your fingers slipping through his hair. “That’s alright,” he continued, his thrusts getting harder, reaching so deeply inside you that you were gasping and arching into him again. He kissed your cheek, laughing softly when your own lips found his neck. He continued, his voice growing hoarse with arousal, “I want you to be greedy, especially when it’s for me…”

He kissed your lips, swallowing your cries. Every action he took grew a little more desperate, his control finally slipping as he wanted to yield to you completely, to satisfy you the way he knew you deserved, to worship you in a way that only he could.

“I will give you everything you desire, my beloved,” he said, murmuring against your lips, his voice so breathy and low, “All of me.”

Forever yours.

Dawn was still so far away, and so for now, you both surrendered to your desires and to each other, letting yourself fall deeper and deeper into this addicting haze of arousal, love, and devotion.

[lovverletters]

👉👈 yandere serial killer...??? Maybe?? Like just this big scary dude with a mask and a big fuck all weapon like a butcher's knife or something and hes so big and scary but he sees his darling as he's just head over heels in love and obssessed and stalks them and makes sure they are safe.

Maybe leaves gifts as a way to try and court his darling even (trial and error style)

So like he leaves maybe a dead animal like a fucking cat cause he's this kinda survival guy and he's trying to provide food but darling is freaked out, so he tries again with something else maybe bones. Doesn't work. Tries to figure out what they like and tries again with their favorite flower or something.

Like he's out of touch with society cause again big serial killer who likely lives out in the woods, kills people who get to close to his home etc so he's really trying to win over his darling who lives closer to the town/city or something.

Just.... I just love big scary man who is so scary and mean but is ONLY nice and soft to his darling and tries to be so gentle, especially if his darling is much smaller than him.

No pressure if you dont wanna do this! Just!!! Giving out some ideas!

♡♡♡

♡Bunny

Yandere! Serial Killer

A/N : thank you for requesting! I changed a few things if you don't mind💖 this is like an intro for him? I'll write more if people like this dude

T/W : Obsessive behaviour, murder, mentions of dead animal.

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"─yet another body has been discovered near a park at Heartfelt Avenue this morning. The police were alerted to the scene after a man who was walking his dog stumbled upon the deceased body covered with deep cuts that were shaped into a heart. This marks the twelfth victim of the serial killer, 'Lovelorn' that has left communities in fear──"

The news forecaster were cutted off as [Name] switch the television off. Their stomach churned with uneasiness at the reports of the new killing. With the serial killer still on the loose, god knows who'll be next?

It could be them.

It's a terrifying thought but a probable possibility. All of the bodies were found near their place of living, meaning that the killer is not far from their area. Moving away is not a choice for them, they could barely make enough money to stay afloat.

[Name] will have to put up with the murderous maniac's antics until they were caught and placed behind bars.

"Shit── I forgot I have to cover for Stacey today!" They cursed out, hurriedly changing into their horrendous work uniform.

Working a late shift at a cafe wasn't exactly their choice. [Name] usually worked the day shift── stressful but far better than being all alone at night when there's a lunatic who's going around stabbing people. Their coworker Stacey had an emergency today and had practically begged [Name] to cover for her shift as no one would take up on it.

[Name] don't blame them, no one in their right mind would voluntarily throw themselves in a situation where they would ended up in a news headline.

However, adulting is hard and it drains your sanity slowly and [Name] already lost theirs a long time ago. Plus, they really need more money otherwise they'll have to live off cup noodles.

What ever could go wrong? The killer had just slain a person today, they couldn't possibly attempt to do it again could they?

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Everything went wrong.

It had been mind numbingly boring shift, the cafe were deserted at night with only a few people coming in and getting out as soon as they got their drinks.

[Name] were tempted to just sleep through their shift in the break room. Their boss won't care──probably.

"Can't something interesting happens right now? I'm bored out of my mind──" On cue, the lights suddenly begun flickering before shutting off.

Fuck. They're not bored anymore.

[Name] jolted in their place when the main door slammed to a close and their heart stopping momentarily as they saw a figure running towards the backdoor entrance.

They raced towards the exit──there's no way they're going to investigate it! They value their life more than this store they worked at──and try to pry the door open but discovered to their horror that it has been jammed!

Before they could attempt to break the glass door with a steel chair, they heard a noise from their former place behind the counter. [Name] eyes widened in fear at the sight of the figure they'd seen running earlier.

The man was muscular and had a red horned mask on, in his hand was a large butcher knife that serial killers loves wielding. Had their life not being in danger, [Name] would've laughed at how cliché this situation they're in.

"H─hey buddy, that's a nice looking knife you got there" [Name] says as they held onto the steel chair tighter, ready to wield it as a weapon if needed to.

The killer only stalked further in silence, ignoring [Name]'s remarks. He only stopped once they reached a good distance from each other and [Name] were confused, is he fucking with them?

Their confusion only furthers when the killer drops a fucking dead rabbit in front of them. Horrified beyond belief, [Name] looked at the horned masked man who stared at them as if he's waiting for a praise.

"Wh──wha..?" They could only croaked out timidly.

"It's for you" The killer spoke in his deep voice, elaborating no further.

Their eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as he dropped a human heart next to the dead rabbit. [Name] felt their knees weakened as they fell on the ground, disturbed at the sight before them.

Mustering whatever courage they have left within them, they asked the killer that's towering over them.

"Wha──what are these f──for?" Stumbling over their words from how terrified they were.

The killer, holding a flower in his hand──they looked freshly cut from the stem──lowered to their level of ground and spoke in his gravely voice that's strangely laced with a certain gentleness and love.

"M' courting you cause' I love you"

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[redvexillum]

@alastorthirsty thank you for making the request! This ain't silly and over-the-top at all. I mean...did'ya look at some of my other requests *cough* I love this ask because I can go full on drama-mode and not sure if you know this about me, but my favourite animal is a drama-llama. Haha! Anyway, I realllllly indulged in this one, so bless you for giving me the opportunity 💖👉👈

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, possessive!alastor, p in v, established relationship, love making, gentle s♡x, c♡nnilingus, cuddling, soft!alastor, demisexual!alastor, light b♡ndage with shadow tentacles, smuff (smut + fluff)

Alastor’s fingers dug into your wrist like talons, yanking you through the narrow hotel hallway, up the creaking stairs, and into a suffocating, shadow-cloaked corridor. The acrid stench of fire and ash clung to your skin, a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded – the devastation of Vee’s tower, the flames still dancing in your memory.  

Everything felt so surreal, the shock still pulsing through your veins, leaving you breathless, your mind scrambling to catch up with the frantic pace he set.  

Your legs struggled to keep up, each hurried step barely matching his long, relentless strides. He hadn’t looked at you. Not once. There was no concern in his eyes, no reassurance in his touch – just cold purpose.  

His grip was iron, biting into your flesh with a fierceness that made you wince. You could feel the sharp edge of his claws digging into your skin, a silent punishment for your recklessness.  

“A-Alastor...it hurts,” you whimpered, your voice fragile, cracking under the weight of pain and fear. Your words seemed to snap something in him – his shoulders stiffened, his jaw clenched, and without a word, he loosened his grip just enough for you to breathe. But his pace, his determination, never wavered. He was a storm, sweeping you up in his fury, and you were powerless to stop him.  

The moment you crossed the threshold into his room, the door slammed shut with a finality that echoed through the dark space. Your heart pounded, the rhythm erratic and wild, each beat thundering in your ears. The familiar atmosphere of his room – rich with his scent, a dark blend of metal and the bayou – washed over you, yet it offered no comfort.  

Instead, it only magnified the tension crackling between you, the unspoken anger simmering beneath his silence.  

Your mind flashed back to Vox, the twisted grin on his face as he flaunted his control over you. The Overlord had known exactly who you were and, more importantly, who you belonged to.  

For nearly a year, you had been nothing more than a pawn in his cruel game, locked away in his opulent prison, displayed like a trophy to mock Alastor. You had heard his taunts in the darkness, seen his cold, mirthless eyes as he laughed – Vox had relished every moment of your captivity.  

You had been so foolish, thinking you could appeal to him, thinking you could change anything. Guilt ate away at you, bitter and unrelenting, as memories of your naivety surged back. You had thought that maybe you could free Angel Dust from Valentino’s grasp by being Vox’s friend, by playing along with his twisted games.  

How utterly wrong you had been. Your idealism had shattered, and now all you were left with was the shame of your failures.  

And yet, even as guilt weighed heavy on your chest, there was relief – a deep, painful relief. Alastor had come for you, breaking through Vox’s fortress to drag you out of Vox’s grasp.  

But at what cost? 

A burning flush crept up your cheeks, the sting of shame and self-loathing settling deep in your chest. The adrenaline that had fuelled you, kept you moving, now drained away, leaving only raw, vulnerable emotions in its wake. You had wanted to help, to do something right. But instead, you had been nothing but a burden, another problem for Alastor to fix. Your heart ached with the weight of your failure, the knowledge that, once again, you had only caused trouble.  

“I just wanted to help,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath in the thick silence. But the words felt hollow, empty. Because all you had done was create another mess, another disaster – one that nearly cost you, and him, everything.   

Before an apology could form on your lips, Alastor’s hand was suddenly cradling your face, fingers warm against your tear-streaked cheeks. Through your blurry vision, you saw that ever-present grin, his piercing red eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart thump faster, harder, against your chest. Your lips trembled, unsure of what was coming next. Would he yell at you? Scold you for your recklessness? Or worse, would he finally grow tired of you – of all your mistakes? 

You waited, bracing yourself for the inevitable sting of rejection or anger, but it never came. Instead, Alastor leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, featherlight kiss. It felt so delicate, almost accidental, as if the brief touch wasn’t meant to happen. But then, before you could process it, he moved closer, crowding your body against the door, trapping you between the cool wood and the heat radiating from him.  

The next kiss was different – urgent, ferocious, and brimming with unspoken need. His hands, trembling ever so slightly, traced the contours of your face before sliding down your neck, lingering as though savouring every inch of your skin. Then, in a swift, possessive motion, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him, every inch of his body pressing into yours.  

Kisses came, over and over again, each one deeper, more demanding, as if he were trying to reclaim every moment you had been apart, every second lost to Vox’s cruel game. When your lips parted, gasping for air, he didn’t hesitate – his tongue slipped past the seam of your lips, exploring, tasting, claiming every part of you with fevered desperation. He devoured you, marking you in a way that felt primal, raw, each movement of his mouth more insistent than the last.  

You felt him – all of him – pressed hard against your navel, the heat between you growing with every passing second. His lips left yours, trailing a path of fire down your jawline, grazing the sensitive skin of your neck with gasping, hungry breaths. But just as quickly as the tension built, something in him shifted. His muscles tensed, his body stiffening against yours, and then he stopped.  

Your hands, still clutching the lapels of his jacket, trembled as you tried to catch your breath. You looked down at him, confused, his face buried in the crook of your neck, unmoving, like a statue. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, and you could feel the barely contained tremor running through him. His ears twitched, laying flat against his head before perking up once more, as if caught between conflicting instincts.  

Suddenly, he pulled back, the air around him crackling with static, a low buzz of white noise filling the space. His eyes flashed – flickering between red radio dials and his usual, sharp, black slits. That ever-present grin twisted, tightening into something more akin to a scowl, a dangerous edge creeping into it. Unexpectedly, he grabbed you, dragging you toward the bayou side of his room.  

“Al-Alastor?” you called out, your voice small and hesitant. He let you go abruptly, and with a sharp snap of his fingers, an ornate porcelain bathtub appeared in front of you, its gold clawed feet gleaming under the dim light. Hot, steaming water cascaded from the silver shower head, the water draining to who-knows-where.  

Before you could react, dark tendrils – his tendrils – wrapped around you, lifting you off the ground and unceremoniously dumping you into the bath, clothes and all. The warmth of the water soaked through your clothes, sending a rush of heat through your body. You gasped, coughing as water splashed into your mouth.  

“Alastor!” you sputtered, blinking up at him, confused, your face drenched as you wiped the water from your eyes.  

He stood over you, straight-backed, shoulders rigid, his hands neatly clasped behind him as if he were merely surveying a piece of art. His crimson eyes glinted down at you with cool detachment, that maddening grin still plastered on his face. 

“You don’t smell like me,” he said simply, his tone matter-of-face, but with an underlying possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine.  

You blinked, still dazed, unsure of what he meant, your heart pounding in your chest. “W-what?” 

His grin widened then, dark amusement dancing in his eyes as he leaned in, his shadow casting over you. “Don’t worry, darling, I’ll make sure you do.” 

With a sharp snap of his fingers, a bar of soap materialized in Alastor’s hand – the kind with a woodsy, metallic scent, popular in Cannibal Town. You had never been fond of its pungent odour, but you knew Alastor adored it, and at this moment, that was all that mattered.  

His focus was singular, almost obsessive, as he leaned forward, the water streaming down his face, drenching his usually pristine hair. His movements were slow but deliberate, his hands shaking ever so slightly as he undressed you, peeling the wet fabric from your skin.  

You caught the slight twitch in his left eye, the tremor in his fingers – he was lost deep in his thoughts, buried somewhere you couldn’t reach. His silence was suffocating, filled with the weight of everything he wasn't saying. As your clothes fell away, baring your vulnerable form before him, your shoulders curled in, and your hands moved to shield your chest.  

But Alastor wasn’t having it. His long fingers captured your wrists, pulling your hand away, gently but firmly. Then, with deliberate care, he began to massage the soap into your skin, the rough texture gliding across your wet body.  

“Where did he touch you, darling?” His voice was deceptively light, playful even, but the malice underneath was unmistakable. His question dripped with venom, barely concealed beneath the surface. “You didn’t let him...” His hand, still holding the soap, drifted up your arm as the hot water poured over both of you, saturating your senses. Alastor, now fully in the tub with you, crouched low, his eyes boring into yours, searching for any hint of truth, any flicker of something unsaid.  

Your wet hair clung to your face and neck as you shook your head, droplets falling in rivulets down your cheeks. “He didn’t touch me like that, Alastor,” you whispered, your voice soft yet steady. For the first time since he rescued you, you found the courage to reach out. Your fingers trembled as they brushed a few strands of his soaked hair back from his face, your touch tender, hesitant.  

Alastor inched backward until his back hit the edge of the tub, his legs unfolding slightly as he stretched out beneath you. You straddled his hips, your thighs brushing against the rough fabric of his wet clothes, the friction sending a shiver through your core. Your chest pressed against his soaked shirt as you leaned forward, resting your forehead against his.  

“I promise,” you murmured, your lips ghosting over his as if your words could seep into his very soul. His eyes fluttered shut at the intimacy, his grip tightening on your hips, pulling you closer, closer until there was no space between your bodies.  

“I hate the scent of that noisy picture box,” Alastor muttered against your lips, stealing another kiss, his voice low and rough with barely contained frustration. “Sharp, unpleasant,” he continued, his hips grinding into you, the friction sending jolts of heat through your body. The pressure of him, firm and insistent against your core, drew a soft stifled moan from your lips. “Masking everything,” he growled, the words vibrating against your mouth.  

Your hands moved of their own accord, fingers tracing down the lapels of his jacket, your lips trailing soft, lingering kisses along his jaw, down the curve of his neck. One button, then another, came undone beneath your touch, revealing the sharp jut of his collarbone, his skin slick with water. He groaned low in his throat, his hands finding their way between your bodies, undoing the button and zipper of his pants with swift, practised ease.  

The moment his hot shaft pressed against your slick folds, a gasp escaped your lips, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through you. His hips moved slowly, tortuously so, grinding up and down, creating an unbearable heat that built with each stroke. “Did you miss this, darling?” Alastor murmured, his voice like velvet, thick with desire, as his hips continued their slow rhythm against you.  

Your head fell forward, a wave of pleasure crashing over you, and you bit down on your lower lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to spill from your throat. But Alastor wouldn’t allow it. His clawed fingers slipped beneath your chin, tilting your face until your eyes met his. “Don’t hide,” he whispered, his voice laced with command and something darker, more animalistic. “Not when I finally found you.” 

The sound of the shower created a steady backdrop, like heavy rain pouring down, but all that mattered, all you could feel, was him. His body pressed against yours, his hands gripping your hips, his gaze locking you in place as if daring you to look away. And at that moment, there was nothing else – no past, no fear, just the two of you, lost in each other.  

Slowly, you dragged your sensitive clit along the edge of his cock, teasing him with every slight movement. His low, throaty sigh filled the space between you as you positioned yourself above him, your core hovering just over his tip. His eyes, usually so sharp and focused, softened with raw desire, a hunger that mirrored your own.  

With purposeful slowness, you sank down onto him, feeling the pleasant stretch as he filled you, inch by inch, the heat between your bodies sparking into something untamable.  

Alastor hissed through clenched teeth as your tight warmth enveloped him, his grip on your hips tightening, claws digging into your skin as though afraid you’d slip away. The moment you let out a soft, breathless moan, he responded. His hips bucked upward, thrusting deeper into you, your walls clinging to him, making every movement feel electric.  

The slick sound of wet skim meeting wet fabric filled your ears, mingling with the steady beat of the water raining down from the shower. It was as if the outside world had disappeared, leaving only the two of you and the pleasure that built between your bodies.  

“A-Al,” you gasped, your voice trembling as your fingers clawed at his shoulders, gripping the wet, rough fabric of his soaked suit jacket. His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide as he watched you, every reaction you made, every shiver of pleasure fuelling his own.  

Without warning, Alastor’s shadowy tendrils wrapped around you, lifting you effortlessly off his lap, suspending your body in midair. The tentacles curled around your calves, your thighs, spreading you open for him, baring your slick, pulsing core to his ravenous gaze.  

You wobbled, barely able to keep your balance as you were held aloft, your hands clutching his shoulders for stability. But before you could stabilize, Alastor surged forward, thrusting himself into you with a brutal intensity, his hips pounding against yours.  

His pants had slipped down to circle his ankles, but that didn’t slow him. His sharp teeth gritted in pleasure as he watched the way your bodies connected, his cock disappearing inside you over and over again, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you. 

His pace was erratic, frantic, as if he couldn't get enough of you, and your moans only spurred him on. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, your face flushed with heat, and just as you were about to come undone, he pulled out, leaving you empty and aching.  

A needy whimper escaped your lips, the absence of him unbearable, but before you could protest, Alastor was on his knees before you, his eyes flickered up meeting your own.  

The tendrils adjusted your height, keeping your legs spread wide as he dove forward, his mouth latching onto your dripping pussy. The water from the shower ran in rivulets down your body, tracing the curves of your breasts and rolling over your heated skin, but all you could focus on was the feel of his tongue.  

He plunged it inside you, swirling and licking, tasting you with desperate fervour. His hands gripped your backside, kneading the soft flesh as he feasted on you, his moans vibrating against your sensitive folds.  

A sharp cry tore from your throat as he sucked and nibbled at your clit, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You could feel your pussy clenching, grasping at nothing as his tongue worked you over, your head spinning with the intensity of it all.  

Your body tilted backward, but more tendrils sprouted to hold you in place, keeping you suspended as Alastor continued his ministrations, devouring you as though he couldn’t get enough. He was a man stranded in the desert, finally taking the first gulp of water.  

The tension inside you built, higher and higher, your muscles clenching tighter with every flick of his tongue. His moans were muffled against your flesh, but they only heightened your arousal, the vibrations making you gasp. Your climax hovered just unreachable, so close, and as his tongue flicked over your clit in rapid succession, your entire body tensed.  

“Al-Al-Al!” you cried, your voice breaking as the crest of your orgasm finally surged through you. Your muscles clenched, your back arched, and waves of pleasure crashed over you, drowning you in the sensation. Alastor didn’t let up, his tongue relentless as he rode out your climax, dragging every last ounce of pleasure from your trembling body until you were left breathless and spent, your heart thundering in your chest.  

But before you could fully come down from the high, Alastor stood, his cock hard and dripping. He slammed his hips into yours, his cock burying itself deep inside you, filling you in one swift motion. His balls slapped against your soaked skin from the sheer force of his thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Each time his thick, blunt tip pushed against your sensitive spots, all you could do was cry out, your voice lost behind the steady beat of the shower.  

“Darling...darling,” he moaned, his voice ragged, full of need. His claws dug into your hips, pulling you closer as he relentlessly drove into you, his hips snapping forward with wild, desperate force. His movement became erratic, his breaths coming in short gasps, and you felt the trembling in his muscles as he pushed himself deeper, chasing the same release that had just consumed you.  

When his body finally gave in, he groaned softly, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine. His cock pulsed as he spilled hot, thick cum inside you. He slowed, his thrusts becoming shallow, tender, as if savouring the moment, each gentle motion prolonging the feeling of you milking every last drop from him.  

With a final deep thrust, he buried himself inside you completely, pressing against your trembling walls until you were pressed right into his hilt. The tendrils of shadow that had suspended you vanished, and your body felt heavy and spent.  

Alastor pulled you into him, his arms wrapping around you tightly, his claws gently pricking the soft flesh of your back. His chest heaved with each breath, his face pressing into your hair as he held you close, his heart thundering against yours. You could hear it, or perhaps it was your own heartbeat, pounding in your ears as he held you, locking in each other’s embrace, under the rain of the shower.  

The heat of the water cascaded down your bodies, but all you could feel was his warmth, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he held you as if he would never let go. His silence spoke volumes, the words he couldn’t say hanging in the air between you. He didn’t need to say them – his touch, the way he clung to you, said it all.  

He had missed you, more than words could express. There hadn’t been a moment where you weren’t on his mind, and now that he had your back, he seemed frozen in time, desperate to savour this moment for eternity.  

You rested your head against his chest, the sound of the water blending with the rhythmic thumping of your hearts. Neither of you moved, content to simply exist in the quiet, shared warmth of one another, as the rest of Hell faded away.  

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[summerlyewe]

@z0mbietapeworm I really liked one of your art and I really wanted to draw something similar👉👈💖

[oya-oya-okay]

@quartztwst A FEW SKETCHES ABOUT YOUR AUUU💕💗💕💗

And some lovely Shin by @liyuviq 🥺 I WISH SHIN AND SHUU WERE BEST FRIENDS......😭👉👈💖💗 AND Shin could probably suspect Quartz as well?🤔😭

But please don't take this seriously. And I'm sorry if I did something wrong😭🙏💕💕💕

[11queensupreme11]

The moment I saw poki youngest, Baldurvænn I just knew……. Loki crash the fuck out! His youngest being named after baldur the god he killed just bcs he wasn’t paying attention to him!

What does to the other Norse gods think of Percy naming her youngest poki kid after baldur?

(P.s. ima nickname him little baldur since I KNOW loki will hate that his youngest is nicknamed ✨little baldur✨)

What’s little baldur personality? I honestly worry for him since his daddy is loki (who likes to embarrass his children) also he is so small!!what is his physical appearance age? Since lusine has the body of a 10 year old then little baldur must have a body that is a little younger than her half sister

baldurvænn is the sweetest of the poki kids!!!!!!!!! not a yan, not incesty, just straight up a good person which is a HUGE sigh of relief from the entire norse pantheon 😂😂😂😂

(also this kid physically looks 3 years old and is around 3'0" so he's tiny 🥺🥺🥺)

in a previous post i listed out his domains which are: hope, peace and harmony (like baldur), joy and happiness, and light (also like baldur LMAO)

so you can pretty much get the gist of what he's like from that 😂

he's basically the darling of the norse pantheon. he's just a little cutiepatootie toddling around with his parents (or being carried by them, really). he's super shy with strangers and tends to hide behind his mommy or daddy's legs or bury his face in their chest.

but he's also the type of kid who, when he sees someone struggling with something, he'll shyly come up to them and ask "um, d-do you need some help? 🥺" because his mommy taught him to always help those in need!

odin ADORES his great nephew 😭😭😭😭😭 not only does he lowkey remind him of baldur (kid's named after him, has some of his domains, and has his genuinely kind personality), but he's the ONLY poki kid so far who has never given him any problems 😭😭😭 whenever lil baldur jr sees poor odin stressing out over loki or one of the poki kids' antics, he'll be like "um, uncle...? do you want me to make you tea? my mommy taught me how and she says it helps ppl calm down... 🥺👉👈"

when thor's babysitting, HE PLAYS WITH HIM!!! 😭😭😭😭 bedtime stories, tea parties, making up weird scenarios with his stuffed toys and dolls, HE WILL HAPPILY DO SO 😭💖💖💖💖💖

thor would actually get into babysitter custody fights with the valkyries over baldurvæn too it's ridiculous 😭😭😭😭 the valkyries absolutely love baldur jr just like everyone else basically 😭💖

[sillied-too-hardxp]

~D~e~s~p~a~i~r~

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~(damian’s pov)~

Something had happened… You don’t know what, but…. Something had happened. Something terrible… wrong even…

Drake has been… off? As off as a caffeine addicted tech-head can be… he seems to be on the Bat-Computer more, along with Alfred…

What could Alfred be doing on the computer? You know he helps sometimes with missions when Drake is in missions, but almost every time you went down there to grab more sparring equipment, he was there… Despite your quick glimpses, you couldn’t remember anything concernable.

You only remember seeing a blurry picture of black and white from when you last saw Alfred down there. It infuriates you that you couldn’t remember anything else!

So…. you did something you’d never thought you’d ever do.

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Spy on Alfred. You felt ridiculous for doing this, but when he wants to, Alfred can hide things very VERY well… 

You could only predict how this would go…

With your background, you can hide your presence well and find out what Alfred is doing

Or

2. Alfred, whose background is quite like yours, finds you very quickly and would possibly beat you to the ground.

You hid behind a far enough stalagcite, with a modified spare staff, and used the magnify function in your mask. You felt foolish for going to such lengths, but you’re worried… Worried about Alfred. About his mental well-being… You are sure you’re the first to notice the change in his behavior. How he is more distant with everyone… How almost zombie-like his reactions are when someone talks to him. How his eyes are glazed over, looking distantly at nothing.

During your worried thoughts, you heard some distant footsteps towards the Bat-Computer. 

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Ah…. It’s just Drake- oh. Alfred's with him. Finally!

You watched as they both walked to the Bat-Computer, talking about something? It frustrates you that they have their backs to you, but you couldn’t complain… You’re spying on them after all….

Then, you saw Drake click on a folder you’ve never seen, then Alfred types in a passcode. Article after article pops up with pictures of someone you don’t know… notes pop up along with the pictures.

{Last contacted XX/XX/XXX– Through personal phone]

{Last wrote XX/XX/XXXX– … ]

{Last known location– {Hope’s Peak Academy}]

{Last known activity– Entering Class bɘqqɒɿɈ ϱniɘd]

{Hope’s Peak Academy}? Who does Alfred know in {Hope’s Peak}? None of the residents here go to school anymore(you graduated early)….

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?

Nakamura? 

You… you- [Name] Nakamura?? You remembered who that is… You remember Alfred introducing you both when you first walked into the manor. How he beamed with pride as if they were his own child. Admittedly, back then, you were a bit jealous about how he introduced you both… 

You remember demeaning their existence. How you were the heir, and they a leech. That you were legitimate, that his mother and father loved each other, that they were nothing but the child of a fling(you were then punished by Alfred afterwards and were told that their mothers asked our father to be their donor).

Their importance to father, to the family(you had become jealous that they were normal… so SO normal). You… you remember in attempts to connect, they’d give you lunchboxes… Lunchboxes, you’d admittedly thrown away dramatically(childishly). Origami animals… Trying to draw next to you…

In your grown age(17) you came to regret those actions in your youth. But… you couldn’t bring yourself to face them. 

Perhaps from embarrassment? Or were you scared that they’ll turn you away with hatred in their eyes? That your only blood sibling hated you for the past…

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!!

You dodge in what you could only describe as a batarang… Ah… caught….

“Young Master Damian….” “Damian.” shit…..

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@welpthisisboring @pialexx @pearlyribbons @xzmickeyzx

im willing to take requests! but it would awhile for me to write 👉👈

[rexscanonwife]

Its Christmas Eve, and that means my Arthur is hard at work 🥺🥺💖💖💖 but when he comes home I'll be here to give him a big kiss and warm him up with some hot cocoa!!

[scribblecon]

Could I request romantic headcanons for Whirl, First Aid, Brainstorm with gentle human reader who constantly praises them? 👉👈

Oh man this is such a cute concept 💖

SFW, fluff, GN reader

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Whirl

At first you make him kind of uncomfortable. So soft and gentle, both in appearance and personality, yet you aren’t scared of him. You remind him of what he used to be like, what could have been, and he doesn’t know how to deal with that so at first he rejects you.

Over time though, he warms up to you as your kindness and fragility slowly breaks down his walls. He becomes protective once you’re together, keeping you by his side whenever possible, either having you perched on his shoulder or tucked inside his cockpit. He still intimidates others and causes trouble, but with you around he becomes less violent. Won’t say it out loud but he doesn’t want to risk hurting you.

He likes to rest his helm on whatever surface you’re sitting or standing on while you pet and compliment him, peppering kisses along the side of his head. Play with his antenna and he is practically purring from your affections.

Sometimes he will return your affections by gently bonking his head against you, or, if your hair is long enough, using his avatar so he can braid it for you. He likes using his avatar when you’re alone together in general; he likes how he towers over you and can pick you up at will in his regular body, but using his avatar allows him to be more tactile and gentle with you.

Once the relationship hits long term and it’s clear you really aren’t going anywhere, Whirl will surprise you with a gift, left for you to find next to your bed in the morning, in the form of a watch. It’s relatively plain in design, but you can tell it took a lot of work and craftsmanship for Whirl to make for you. It can’t be easy for someone as large as he is to make something so small and delicate, especially with his claws.

When you thank him for the gift, showing him how it looks on you, he’s quiet. Staring down at you with his single optic, his expression would be unreadable to anyone else, but you can tell by the soft glow emanating from his single eye that if he could, he’d be smiling right now.

First Aid

After working under Pharma for several years, it’s nice to have someone around who appreciates First Aid and how much work he’s put into being a medic. He’s bashful at first, not used to the affection, trying to brush it off as just doing his job. But he also wants to hear you say more nice things about him.

You act as a sounding board for him. When he thinks he’s found a new breakthrough on medical research, he talks his work through with you. Knows you don’t understand all the medical jargon, but being able to voice things out loud helps. It also doesn’t hurt that you give him endless support and encouragement.

You aren’t the only one giving out praise. First Aid is going to acknowledge your own accomplishments and skills too. Not one to lay it on thick, but he’ll let you know when you’ve done a good job on something or just tried really hard and his compliments are sincere.

After a long or stressful day he likes to hold you against his chassis, running a finger up and down your back while you tell him all the reasons you love him. Some of his past actions weigh on him. The patients he couldn’t save, what happened at Delphi, Ambulon, Pharma… needs you to help keep him grounded in the present, remind him that he’s on the right track and doing enough.

Brainstorm

The first time you call him a genius in a quiet voice, he pretends he can’t hear you. Leans down to your level, servo to his audial, asking if you could repeat that for him please? Thinks it’s super cute how your face reddens and you can’t make eye contact when he’s so close to you. When you shyly look back and call him a genius again you could swear he makes a tiny squeal of delight in response. You’re just too cute!

Would love it if you stayed with him in his lab, so he can show off his creations and watch your reaction as he explains and demonstrates what they do and how they work. Your curiosity and excitement whenever he manages to make the impossible, possible warms his spark to no end.

Will carry you on his shoulder when he can, thinks it’s adorable how you react to his PDA, face flushed and buried against his neck cables when he coos over you in front of other bots. He’s an absolute menace. A handsome, affectionate menace.

In private, Brainstorm will mass displace so he can cuddle up to you properly, faceplate nuzzling against your neck to make you laugh when it starts to tickle as he gets you to list all the things you like about him between giggles. He might also sneak his digits under your top to tickle your sides if you aren’t paying attention, making you shriek in surprise as he asks you what else you think of him, besides the fact he’s a super handsome, ultra charming genius?

[aventurineswife]

Hiii you said we can send in Christmas-y stuff soo here goes

I keep thinking about aventurine and reader wrapping presents and they stick one of those wrapping bows on him cuz he's the best present 🥺👉👈 I just want this blondie to be happy

I love your works so much okbye 😵‍💫

The Best Present

Summary: As you and Aventurine wrap gifts together, you decide to playfully crown him as "the best present" by placing a big, glittering bow on his head. Amidst laughter and affection, you both share a heartfelt moment, realizing that your love is the most precious gift of all.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Domestic Moments, Established Relationship, Light Humor, Playful Teasing, Soft Romance, Holiday Spirit.

A/N: OMG IT'S SO CUTE?! 🥺🤭💖 THANK YOU FOR LOVING MY WORKS AND I HOPE THIS REACHES RO YOUR EXPECTATIONS!!

The evening air was crisp, filling the space around you with a quiet, serene hum. It was the kind of night that invited you to linger indoors, wrapped in warmth and comfort. The soft glow of fairy lights hung across the room, casting gentle shadows on the walls. You were sitting cross-legged on the floor, a mountain of colorful wrapping paper and ribbons scattered around you. Beside you, Aventurine worked with the same calculated precision he applied to everything else—carefully wrapping a gift with smooth, expert folds, his expression calm yet focused.

“Do you think this paper is too much?” Aventurine’s voice broke through the ambient sounds of the room. His eyes flicked over to you, his gaze light and playful despite the intricate task before him.

You paused, looking up at him, taking in the way his golden-ringed hands meticulously smoothed the paper. He looked every bit the elegant risk-taker he was, even in something as simple as wrapping presents.

“No,” you said with a grin. “It’s perfect. Though I think the real gift is sitting right here.”

Aventurine’s lips curved into a slight smile, a quiet chuckle escaping his throat. “I’m not sure what you mean, darling. Is there a better gift than the one I’m preparing?”

You leaned forward, reaching for a large, sparkling bow from the pile beside you. Your eyes sparkled mischievously as you plucked it from the sea of ribbons. Without missing a beat, you placed the bow right at the center of his hair, careful not to disturb the delicate strands of his sandy blond locks.

"There," you said, securing the bow firmly. "Now you’re the best present I could ever ask for."

Aventurine blinked, his fingers pausing mid-air, as though processing the surprise. His gaze flickered between the bow and your eyes, a moment of soft vulnerability crossing his features. Then, he laughed—a low, rich sound that filled the room with warmth.

“Well, if I’m the gift," he said, leaning forward with a teasing grin, "then I expect some special treatment."

You tilted your head, smiling fondly at him. "How about I give you all my love? Would that work?"

His eyes softened, the playful smirk melting into a rare, genuine smile. “That’s the best gift I could ever ask for.”

You watched him for a moment, your heart swelling with affection. Aventurine, the brilliant strategist and charming mastermind, was always a man of intrigue and mystery. Yet, here he was, sitting beside you, looking for nothing more than simple happiness. Your thoughts drifted back to the way he made every moment brighter, no matter how small the gesture.

You finished wrapping the last of the gifts, and Aventurine stood, stretching his arms as he eyed the mountain of presents around him. "So," he said, turning back to you, a playful glint in his eyes, "what should we do now? I’m eager to see if my charm has earned me a special place under the tree."

You grinned, standing up to join him. “You already have a special place,” you said softly, your gaze drifting to the heart of your home. “Right here. And that’s all I need.”

Aventurine leaned in, brushing a soft kiss to your forehead, the bow on his head fluttering gently in the motion. "Then it’s perfect. You’re the best gift I could ever receive."

And in that moment, as you stood together, surrounded by love and laughter, you knew that no wrapping paper or bow could ever compare to the gift you gave each other every day—your unwavering presence and the bond you shared.

The bow stays on 💪🎀

[fourthavecafe]

I just found this blog, I read it and I love it! 💖 Especially with Sukuna in modern days, irritated and confused by new world ideas 😆 So as the requests are open, may I ask for Sukuna and reader in modern days, when reader is always curious about Sukuna, askin questions and once they asked him is he ticklish. Sukuna is confuse and as reader explain him what tickles are, he grow too curious for reader`s poor ticklish body sake. Pretty please! 👉👈

Sukuna discovering what tickling is

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You were perched on his lap, your legs dangling over one side of his throne-like chair while his large hands rested casually on your waist. He was reading something—some old, dusty book he found interesting but his attention wasn’t entirely on it.

You’d noticed how his fingers occasionally squeezed your sides, almost like a reflex, as if he enjoyed reminding you who was really in charge.

Despite his usual cold demeanor, Sukuna had his moments of surprising softness when it came to you. The slight shift in his expression whenever you teased him, the way he sometimes allowed you to sit this close without a word of protest it all pointed to the fact that, for some reason, he had a soft spot for you.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you studied his sharp features and furrowed brow. “Sukuna” you said, a mischievous lilt in your voice.

He didn’t look up from his book but one of his four eyes turned to glance at you. “What?”

“Are you… ticklish?” you asked, grinning up at him.

That caught his attention. His crimson eyes narrowed slightly, his expression shifting into something between confusion and suspicion. “Ticklish?” he repeated, as if the word was foreign to him.

“Yeah, ticklish!” you chirped, unable to suppress your amusement at his puzzled expression. “You know, like… sensitive to touch in a way that makes you laugh? Like this—”

In a moment of boldness or foolishness, you reached out and lightly wiggled your fingers against his stomach. Of course, his abs were like steel and your “tickling” attempt had absolutely no effect.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a dangerous smirk. “What are you doing?”

You burst into giggles at your own ridiculousness, leaning back slightly to meet his gaze. “I was just testing it out! You don’t seem very ticklish, though. Too bad.”

His smirk widened, and there was a glint of something wicked in his eyes. “Oh? So that’s what you were trying to do?”

Before you could process the shift in the air, Sukuna’s hands moved lightning-fast. One large hand squeezed your stomach, his fingers digging in just enough to make you squeal and curl up instinctively.

“Ah! Sukuna!” you yelped, laughter spilling out of you as you squirmed in his grasp.

“Hmm” he mused, tilting his head as if studying you. “So this is what you meant by ticklish?”

“Y-you can’t just—!” you started but your words dissolved into more laughter as his other hand joined in, pinching your sides with an almost surgical precision.

“Interesting” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “You’re awfully sensitive, aren’t you? and here I thought humans were supposed to be resilient.”

“Sukuna!” you gasped, squirming and trying to push his hands away but he was far too strong.

“Stop? Why would I do that?” he drawled, his smirk growing as his hands traveled lower, giving your thighs a firm squeeze. The sudden change in location made you jolt, and your laughter took on a higher pitch.

“Ah, so it’s not just your stomach” he noted, his tone smug. “Your thighs, too? How… fascinating.”

“S-stop analyzing me like I’m some kind of experiment!” you managed to sputter between laughs, your face burning with embarrassment.

“Why not? You brought this upon yourself” he said, his hands pausing for a moment as he considered his next move. Then, with a wicked glint in his eyes, he poked a finger directly into your bellybutton.

Your reaction was immediate and explosive. You let out a squeal, your body curling up even tighter as you tried in vain to shield your most vulnerable spot.

“Well, well” Sukuna drawled, clearly enjoying himself. “What do we have here? This little spot seems to be particularly sensitive.”

“Don’t you dare!” you warned, your voice shaky from laughter.

He grinned, his fangs glinting in the dim light. “Oh, I dare.”

With infuriating slowness, his fingers returned to your bellybutton, poking and prodding as if testing just how much you could handle. Your laughter was uncontrollable now, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you writhed in his lap.

“Sukuna, stop! Please!” you begged, your voice barely audible through your fits of laughter.

“Begging already?” he teased, his tone mockingly sweet. “I thought you were tougher than this, little one.”

“I’m—serious!” you choked out, your attempts to grab his wrists utterly futile against his overwhelming strength.

He chuckled, his deep, rich laughter sending shivers down your spine. “Oh, I believe you. But you should’ve thought of that before you decided to test me. Now, I’m curious.”

and curious he was. Sukuna explored every ticklish spot he could find, his hands alternating between squeezing your sides, pinching your thighs and tormenting your bellybutton. His movements were slow and deliberate, almost as if he were savoring your reactions.

“Such a strange weakness” he mused, his voice filled with mock wonder. “To think that something so small could reduce you to this.”

“Sukuna, I swear—”

“What? You’ll fight back?” he interrupted, laughing as you tried and failed to push him away. “Don’t make me laugh. You’re completely at my mercy.”

As if to prove his point, he gave your bellybutton one last, particularly cruel poke, sending you into another fit of uncontrollable laughter.

Eventually, when you were breathless and trembling in his lap, he finally relented. His hands stilled, resting on your waist as he looked down at you with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.

“You’re lucky I don’t decide to make this a daily activity” he said, his smirk firmly in place.

You glared up at him, still trying to catch your breath. “You’re a monster.”

He chuckled, leaning down until his face was inches from yours. “and yet, you seem to like sitting on this monster’s lap.”

Your cheeks flushed and you looked away, muttering something incoherent under your breath.

He tilted his head, his expression mockingly innocent. “What was that, little one? Speak up.”

“Nothing!” you snapped, your voice tinged with both embarrassment and lingering laughter.

“Hmm” he hummed, clearly unconvinced but unwilling to press the issue. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his hands still resting on your waist as if to remind you who was in control.

“Consider this a lesson” he said, his tone smug. “Don’t challenge me unless you’re prepared to face the consequences.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at him. “Fine. But don’t think I’m going to forget this.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it” he replied, his grin widening.

As infuriating as he was, you couldn’t deny that there was something oddly endearing about the way he looked at you in that moment his crimson eyes filled with amusement and just the faintest hint of affection.

[wardingshout]

I made you a little gift 👉👈 I just had to draw something because your art is SO AMAZING 😩 aaaaaah, I absolutely love your ALttP designs!! I just couldn’t resist drawing your Zelda because SHE IS TOO GORGEOUS 🤩 I really hope you like my drawing! (If it’s okay with you, I’d love to post it on my secondary blog and of course, I’ll make sure to tag you!)

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP AND BEING SO VERY NORMAL HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT SHE IS REAL !!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭💃🙏💖💖💖

this was such a crazy thing to wake up to holy hell I'll be looking at her forever! ;v; your faces are so amazing, like she looks perfect that is Her !!! and oh man the flowers she picked and the leaves for the framing too everything is so insanely lovely I'm;; 💖💖💖

I'm having a bit of a struggle week but tried my best to do your guys justice too! they all have such fun designs !!! ✨✨✨

[infinialtairs]

"BLEHG!" ☀️🐰📱

his took longer than it should, but I wanted to try it out, it's very cute :3 It's little bit more platonic, they're just goofing around

+ excuse to draw something not too serious and rayman properly..

OP from @flamigoat :3