#personally i think thas adorable

[a-penchant-for-the-lethe]

Regulus' problem started with James.

James, who would absolutely take any excuse to hold Regulus' hand, asked if it was okay if he doodled little pictures on him. Claiming that it would help him focus.

"What do you mean there's paper right there, Love? Just give me your hand. Please?"

So, James just started scribbling little suns and snakes and one dopey lion (whose ears were vaguely lopsided) looking extremely content while doing so. Regulus - the poor sod, always weak for a happy James - just let him get away with it.

A mistake, he realized much too late. As soon as Pandora saw she wanted to add her own "artistic vision" to his hands and who could possibly resist Pandora? So, in addition to the snakes, the suns, and the lion (whom they'd lovingly named Leopold), there were flowers and vines weaving their way through his fingers and up his sleeves. Small rainbows, in only black ink, on the backs of his hands.

Dorcus was the next one bold enough to ask. A bracelet of triangles was added around his wrists in an up-down pattern.

"Because you only ever accessorize with rings. You need to branch out. See? Bracelets suit you, Reggie."

Evan wanted to add clouds to the ends of Pandora's rainbows ("Rainbows shouldn't just end like that. It looks weird. Come here, let me fix it.") along with the uneven swirls he drew on each of Reg's fingertips.

Barty was absolutely distraught to have been the last in their little group to get to draw on Regulus. It was a terrible betrayal that James got to do it before him, despite it being James’ idea to begin with.

He put tiny X's all the way down Regulus's pinkies. Then, he did the same to his own hands. So they would match. And so that if they were to theoretically make a pinky promise, which of course they would never do, as the serious and intimidating posh boys they were... then the X's would line up.

Sirius nearly triped over Remus when he saw what had been done to his brother because Regulus never painted on his hands as a kid. His memory was always really good, so there was no need to jot down quick reminders on the backs of his palms.

Whenever he did need to remember something, he just wrote it in that little black notebook he took everywhere, the one he would never let Sirius see.

Sirius, on the other hand, was almost always covered in little pictures and notes because he was scatter-brained, but mostly because it irritated their mother to no end.

Regulus never wanted to do anything that could disappoint their mother, so the image of Regulus holding on to his books with arms covered in ink was an odd one for Sirius. Regulus looked defiant. More importantly, Regulus looked happy.

Regulus explained his "predicament" to them in a petulant tone. Despite the small smile that seemed to be making its way onto his face as he recounted how James’ small requests snowballed into whatever the heck was going on with his hands now.

Sirius asked if they could "contribute to the community canvas" that had become of Regulus's skin, and he relented with the worlds most dramatic sigh. Remus drew a crescent moon on Reggie's left arm while Sirius drew a star on his right.

Peter was so shy about asking, Regulus wasn't entirely sure if he would. Regulus found himself very glad that Peter did, however, because when he finished, there was the most adorable and detailed little drawing of a mouse Regulus had ever seen.

His hands were almost entirely covered by the end of the day, so it was honestly a miracle that Lily found space for anything at all. But if Regulus knew anyone capable of miracles, it was certainly Lily Evans. Her design was a simple heart just below his thumb.

"A reminder. And a promise," she had said,"of how much we love you."

When Regulus watched the ink wash away in the shower, he was surprised by how sad he was to see it go. His arms felt bare when he went to bed. He thought it was strange just how quickly he'd gotten used to the doodles, like they'd always been there, under his skin.

He supposed James’s idea wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, initially. He found that, maybe, he already missed Leopold, and Lily's heart, and all the little pictures that served as proof that he was loved.

Eventually, he learned he didn't really need the pictures, though, because he had the people. People who still loved him even when there weren't strangely-ending rainbows and hearts on his hands to prove it.

They'd always been there. His people. He couldn't imagine a world where they wouldn't be. It was like imagining the earth without the sun. The sky without the stars. Unnatural. Cold.

The next morning, Mary and Marlene got to him first. A dimond and a broomsitck were the first things added to his arms, respectively. He thought it was incredible how quickly he'd grown to love so many people even when he never thought he could.

Maybe a younger version of him would be screaming that this could get back to his mother, somehow. That this would disappoint her. He could no longer find it in him to care. Because he had people who really loved him right here. Absolutely extatic that their little drawings came out so well.

His arms were always clean by the time he went to bed, but every day, he got to collect new doodles from all his favorite people.

It was always slightly different. Paw prints or sometimes footprints made their way down his arms. Sometimes, there were antlers or intricately drawn eyes. Sometimes, Peter would show off and draw something incredible that would have everyone else trying a little bit harder with their doodles that day.

Always, no matter how much room was left (be it a little or a lot), there was a heart from Lily. Always. A reminder. A promise. He was loved. By so many wonderful people. His real family loved him, and at the end of the day, that was everything. The only thing that mattered.

They surrounded him with warmth and love like it was the most natural thing in the world for them. Even if he could never be as open as Lily with her endless complements or as touchy as James with his soft hugs and quick kisses, he could learn to love and be loved more. In subtle ways that meant the world to the people who cared about him.

James takes every excuse to hold his hand, and Lily never misses a chance to tell him he's lovely. His friends throw themselves near him in piles and laugh until their lungs ache. His brother is with him again like he should be. Like that's the only way the universe will have it. There is love.

It doesn't matter if someday the only marking left on Regulus' arm was not drawn out of love. And it doesn't matter if the end of the story is not kind. If it is cold and unnatural like a sky without stars, because there was love.

And he can hope that his sacrifice will be enough to make up for his mistakes. He can hope that his final act will help shift the tides of the war, keep the people he loves safe. He can hope that his brother will forgive him if he ever leans the truth. He can hope that his life will leave an impact.

Because the end of the story is not what matters. The only thing that matters now is that the love he had at the start stays with him. It's proof he existed. That was his impact. No one final act of reckless heroics but infinite acts of courage and kindness and compassion that lead him to his people.

The end of the story doesn't matter, repeats like a mantra in Regulus head as water tries to wash away the marking on his arm one final time. The gray hands that grip him can take this mark. He never wanted it anyway, and he won't be sorry to see it go. The ones that matter will stay with him, always.

Beneath his skin. Burned into his heart. Keeping him warm even as cold water fills his lungs and makes him ache in such a familiar way. The harder it gets to think, the easier it is to convince himself that the pressure in his chest is just Lily sprawled across him on the couch. James told a supid joke. Now Regulus is laughing so hard he's running out of air. The moment the pressure eases up, Regulus will get him back.

And if the pressure never eases up, at least Regulus can be sure that he had love at the start, and he has love now. Always. Lily promised, and she's always right. The water can wash away all the ink it wants. Take his air and his life. It can think itself invincible. Because as long as stars burn in the sky, Regulus will be loved.

[hallowshumour]

First rate town.

🌊❌️🟦🏭

[yioh]

why are like 95% of genshin mlm ships so boring and cliche😭

[aerithisms]

i think maybe i need to replay rebirth some time to look at this diplomatically because aerith is My Favourite and i might be biased but i think my biggest story critique of rebirth is that i wish they'd done a little more with her. given that this is the game she dies in i found it strange that they didn't push her into the foreground a little more since this is their last real chance to do that with her as a living member of the party (i'm sure she'll show up in some limited capacity in part 3 but dead lifestream!aerith is pretty different to alive!aerith i think).

i know that sounds like a weird thing to say when you consider stuff like them giving her the game's theme song to sing during loveless and the fact that the last chapter is basically The Aerith Movie but there is a strange lack of focus on her in moments where it feels like we should get more from her throughout the narrative. this game pushes tifa and cloud's relationship more in the mandatory story segments, and i LOVED what they did with that relationship in this game, but it felt odd that the same focus was not given to cloud's relationship with aerith throughout the story given that the ending hinges on him being so devastated by her death that he enters a delusional state of grief. and this isn't even a shipping thing bc as far as shipping goes i'm an aerti truther and i feel pretty equally neutral about both cloti and clerith as romances (if anything i prefer cloti!). it's about giving proper narrative buildup to the relationship that the game's tragic ending hinges on - a lot of aerith's most interesting scenes with cloud in the bulk of the game are optional, which i think is a weird thing to do given what the game is building to.

i also wish they did more with her being a cetra! again, the last couple chapters put focus on this but prior to that aerith is weirdly quiet about it. particularly in cosmo canyon, while we do get the lovely bonfire scene, aerith otherwise has a weird lack of dialogue when it comes to the lore dump scenes with the gi and bugenhagen. i expected her to feel some type of way about these revelations but any indication of that is at best subtext and she doesn't really say a lot about it. and for all that they emphasise aerith and nanaki's connection early on as beings closer to the planet, once you get to cosmo canyon there's a weird lack of payoff for it. same with tifa's dunk in the lifestream - i kinda thought aerith might have something to say about it as a cetra, and in fairness i think it's possible she did and the game is withholding some of aerith and tifa's offscreen interactions for part 3 (i swear this isn't even just an aerti cope lol i think the fact that they deliberately show them talking without us getting to hear it might be something they come back to), but i also wish we got to connect with this part of aerith's character more NOW, while she's still here, so it can inform our understanding of her choices and feelings at the end. i just find it kind of a bummer because aerith's complicated relationship to her heritage is a fascinating aspect of her character and her tragedy that i think goes a little untapped in this game, which means it's likely to go untapped in the story as a whole since she's. you know. dead.

[sumbier0]

What if trolls used makeup to make themselves more similar to their respective lusii

[pettydollie]

could you IMAGINE bakugou having a gf whos a teacher?? but not just any teacher, nono. a KINDERGARTEN TEACHER. lowkey when he sees u teaching a kid abt counting apples or something, he will think abt having children with you. just seeing you being so gentle nd sweet with little brats munchkins turns his brain into mush.

on one particular day, he went into your classroom wearing his hero costume for a little q/a type thing. everyone was so impressed just by looking at him, even if they didn't know who he was. they were all sat whispering to their friends at small desks as bakugou's large figure just strutted in LOL.

you give him a tiny little peck when he walked into the classroom, to which some kids let out "ooo"s and snickered. you clapped your hands together. "okay boys and girls, let's walk over to the magic carpet for circle time!" you led bakugou with you to the large rug where two chairs were set.

the kids were all sat in a circle, excitedly waiting to talk to the number two hero!! bakugou sat down somewhat awkwardly as for the first time in a while, he was a teeeensy bit nervous for whatever reason. "today we have a special guest joining us for circle time! does anyone know who he is?" you grinned as you saw many hands go up.

"yes, ryu?" you picked on an adorable little boy in the center. "that's mr. dynamite from the news!" he yelled.

"that's right, ryu! but let's use our inside voices, please." you smiled. "does anyone know what mr. dynamite does?" you questioned again. one little girl was squirming in her seat, hand held high. "go ahead, kanako." you nodded to the girl who sat up straighter upon being called on.

"he saves people, l/n-sensei!"

"damn right i do." bakugou smirked pridefully. you lightly nudged his shoulder. "no cursing." you whispered. he rolled his eyes but listened nonetheless. "okay, starting from this side of the rug," you pointed to the left. "you can ask anything you want to the hero, as long as you are kind. and if you don't have a question just say 'pass' and we'll go straight to the next person." you announced. all the children nodded in unison.

"start us off, please." you handed the 'talking mic' to the first kid. "mr. dynamite sir, where are your blasters?" he curiously turned his head to the side. "huh?-" bakugou looked down at his hands. "my gauntlets? left those guys at work. they're too powerful to be here." he answered.

the punks students continued to ask their questions and bakugou replied calmly like this was an everyday event. "you're big." a boy stated. bakugou quirked a brow. that's all this brat had to say? "i know." he replied nonchalantly. "why?" the kid blinked, keeping a straight face.

"uh, why?? i dunno, kid. jus' the way i am." he shrugged, not really knowing how to answer. the kid folded his arms and moved to sit on his knees. "it's my turn now.." a quiet girl next to him tapped on his shoulder, reaching out for the mic. the boy stuck out his tongue at her before turning away to look at bakugou again. "thas' not a real answer."

"kenji, that wasn't kind. you had your turn, now please give the mic to haru." you frowned. haru's eyes turned glossy and her lip began to quiver, but kenji still wasn't letting up. "thas' not fair, sensei!" kenji whined.

"hold it, kid." bakugou stepped in. kenji's attention turned to bakugou, an angry pout written all over his face. "ya ask me sum dumb question," he began. oh gosh, a dumb question? he's not wrong, but he can't say that to a 5 year old! "katsuki." you muttered, trying to get him to stop. but he kept going anyway.

"but i answered it, right? y'r not being a team player to y'r classmate, buddy." bakugou finished, waiting to see what would happen next. the room fell silent. kenji had listened, handed the microphone to haru. he was still upset though, everyone could see it.

"one minute, haru. kenji," you called out. the boy looked up with fat tears in his eyes. "is there something you want to say to your friend?" kenji wiped his eyes with the back of sleeve and mumbled "sorry." to haru. "is okay." haru accepted happily with a toothy grin.

bakugou leaned back in his chair, feeling satisfied with himself as the questions continued. huh, who knew right? you could get used to this.

when the period was over, bakugou waved goodbye to all the kids. however, he bent down in front of kenji and put his fist out. although the child was still somewhat annoyed, he couldn't hold in his grin as he fist bumped a pro hero. "let's all say 'thank you' to, mr. dynamite!" you stood up from your chair, folding your hands together.

"thank you, mr. dynamite!!"

bakugou kissed your cheek and walked to the door with you following behind. you opened the door and he adjusted his mask quickly. he ruffled your hair. "see ya at home, babe."

a/n: literally so rushed im so sorry i just had this thought and i had to get it out. will for sure be coming back to this later :D

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Thinking a lot about GirlDaddy Daryl… like nobody can convince me that he wouldn’t be absolutely soft for his daughter

When she’s a baby his heart is just so full, the first months after having her he just cried everytime he held her. He’d think about how he has a family of his own to protect, and how he’s gonna work his ass off to be a worthy father unlike his own.

The toddler stage catches him way off guard. He now has a walking talking mini female version of him tailing along behind his every step. She follows him EVERYWHERE its absolutely adorable. He spends every day playing questionnaire.

“Daddy wha’s tha?”

“Don’ touch tha’ ya could get hurt”

Yes she would definitely pick up his accent, and yes it is the cutest thing. She lives up her nickname Lil Dixon all the way.

When she reaches the tween stages, tempers start to flare and arguments ensue, only unfortunately for Daryl his daughter is, well his, and not Judith, so instead of walking away she bites back, and surprisingly hard.

“Dammit girl jus’ listen ta me alrigh’?!”

“Fuck you!”

“Aye! Watch yer damn mouth missy- Don’ walk away from me!”

The conversation ended with a frilly bedroom door being slammed in his face, leaving him more grounded more than anything. He obviously ends up feeling horrible about, almost spiraling in your arms as he sobbed about how he was ending up lile his dad. You had to reassure him that “Good parents can still argue with their kids. Give her some time and then go talk to her”

Daryl may or may not have felt slightly sick when he knocked on her door a few hours later, but it was quickly washed away when the door open and she jumped into his arms.

“M’sorry fer swearin’ daddy”

“M’sorry fer yellin’ at ya kiddo”

Can you blame the man for crying a little? He didn’t get apologizes as a kid and right now he was healing himself.

Surprisingly the teenage stage ends up being the best, her having gained your sense of humor and a laidback personality, also not being afraid to speak her mind and defend her thoughts.

“Dad, yer gettin’ prettyy fuckin’ old. What am I gon inherit from ya?”

“M’not dyin’ any goddamn time soon girl, get away from me”

“Hey! S’rude to push women! Didn’t moms teach ya anythin?”

“Ya ain’t a woman, yer a girl. Now scram”

“Why are ya tearing me down?”

“Are ya gettin’ a kick out of botherin’ me?”

“Yes very much so”

She becomes his second best friend, constantly getting on his nerves and harassing him throughout the day. Having grown up with Merle, Daryl was used to some of her antics, at one point starting a prank war against her.

“Daryl, do you wanna explain to me why you’re filling balloons with glitter?”

“Yer daughter is gon have some real sparkly hair”

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[hungharrington]

personally i struggle with emotional vulnerability so im not really an “I love you” person? the words get stuck and feel unnatural

BUT READER GIVINF STEVE A HANDJOB N THE FEELING STRIKES HER. she just rests her chin on his shoulder and does a cheesy movie-esque love stare up at him, all you know how much i love you right? love you sooo much stevie. you’re perfect and make me feel so safe, so loved, love you so much for all of that. love you love you love you love you whispered in time with the movement of her hand. leaving little sucky pecks on the chubs of his cheeks. acting as if nothings new when it’s all done, idk if he’d point blank ask or imply but just a “:] hmm? oh, i dunno what you mean stevie :]”

BABEY this was such a 10/10 request like…. the way i sent this to at least 3 different moots when i got it…. ur brain…. so have some subby!steve & as always it’s so in love MDNI this entire blog is 18+, i know the request is for a fem!reader but i’ve kept it gn!reader, 1.1k words, enjoy! <3

You don’t think there’s a prettier sight than how Steve looks when you have your fingers wrapped around his cock.

Cheeks bright flushed pink, eyes screwed up, his chest rising and falling quickly, the muscles beneath his tummy clenching and rippling as you move your hand up and down as fast as you please. 

He’s making those sweet noises you just adore so much — little low moans, each breath laced with a keen that you know will turn into a whimper when he gets closer to the edge. All of his noises go straight between your thighs but right now isn’t about you. It’s about Steve.

The couch cushions press into your legs as you shift, rearranging to be closer to him. You hook your chin over his shoulder, you spare hand creeping up his back, slow and soothingly. The wet sounds of his dripping cock sound fucking heavenly, doused in his soft quiet moans, as you curl your fingers into his hair. Raking them through, your thighs press tighter together when Steve lets out a particularly loud moan. 

“Mm, feeling good, Stevie?” You talk lowly, so close you know he can hear you. You press a kiss into his shoulder, nuzzling your nose along down to his collarbone, your hand fucking his cock a little bit faster. Steve keens, fighting to keep his hips still, trying to be good. His hands clench into fists at his sides. 

He’d had such a day and you had offered to take care of him and Steve just wants to be good for you. 

He nods quickly to answer your question, creasing his eyes open to meet yours and you feel his cock twitch at the sight of your adoring gaze on him— chin on his shoulder, hand gliding his cock so perfectly, dropping another kiss on the exposed skin of his shoulder. 

“Yes, fuck, yes— your hand is always so good, baby.” Steve pants lightly, eyes still fixed on you. They drop to your lips and you don’t deny him, pushing up and leaning in to kiss him. He’s messy with it, not quite the usual practice he has and when you thumb over his slit, Steve groans into your mouth. He breaks the kiss, a high whine escaping his mouth, hips jumping up to meet your hand. 

His forehead drops, leaning against yours and you lean in again, your next kiss on his cheek. 

“Good, y’so good baby. You know how I love you, right?” You murmur, nearly cooing, right as you scrape your fingers through his hair again. Steve shudders beneath you, his eyes cinched shut but a whimper still slips from his throat, loud and high. You speed up your hand, the squelching of it getting louder and louder. 

“Shit,” Steve curses, peeking his eyes open. “Y’can’t say tha- that right now or— ah— I’m gonna cum in a minute.” 

“Love you soooo much, Stevie,” you continue like you haven’t heard him, twisting your hand in that torturous way while your other hand strokes down the nape of his neck, your touch soft with love. Steve gasps loudly, his hips bucking again and all his moans melt into soft whimpers. You kiss his cheek again, nuzzling your nose against his as your adoring words pour out. 

“You’re perfect f’me, you know?” You whisper, your thumb teasing his tip again. Steve whines, his chest heaving with his whimpering heavy breaths. You can see his hands flexing, forming and reforming fists over and over. “You make me feel so safe, so loved, Stevie, love you so much for that.” 

“Fuck,” Steve breathes. He sounds so wrecked for you, voice all raspy from his moans. “Fuck, honey- you can’t just— nghm—“ 

“Love you,” you whisper lovingly, your hand twisting into his hair again and tugging lightly. You speed up your hand tugging his heavy cock, heat bubbling in your tummy at how it leaks all over your hand, the head of it flushed bright pink. You kiss his cheek again sloppily. 

“Love you, love you, love you so much,” You say, drinking in his fucked out expression— brown eyes hidden away, pink lips parted in a whine, his blush standing out against his tan skin. Steve trembles against you, breathing jagged. 

“You can’t—“ He whines softly. “I’m gonna— oh fuck, baby—“

“You can.” You hush him sweetly, another kiss to his shoulder. “C’mon, you can, Stevie. Wanna see you cum f’me, baby, wanna see you cum while I tell you how much I love you, yeah?” 

Steve heaves a deep stuttering breath, his hands finally moving from his sides to grip at your shirt— his fingers twist in and he tugs you impossibly closer. His face turns to hide in your neck as his whimpers start to catch, hips bucking up uncontrollably into your fist. Sweet whiney noises pour into your skin as his orgasm builds up and up — you sweep your hand along the back of his neck again and say it again, a low loving whisper of “I love you,” and Steve breaks. 

His whine is so noisy as the first stream of cum dribbles from his cock and when you don’t slow your pace, you feel his lips part and his teeth sink into your shoulder lightly. He whimpers pathetically, his top half turned to cling to you while you work all his hot cum from his cock, painting your hand and his thighs with it. 

“Mm, so good, love you Stevie, love how well you did for me,” Your murmurs tide Steve over until his soft whines of pleasure turn to whimpers of overstimulation and you finally release his cock. Your hand moves to thigh instead, giving a soft rub as you try to coax his face out. 

“That was big, huh? You came a lot.” Your gaze wanders to his cum-streaked thighs and you can’t help the tiny giggle that titters out of you — it’s enough to get Steve to lift his face. He’s so pink still that it makes you want to coo at him. He looks only a smidge embarrassed, more blissed out than anything. 

“I told you,” He huffs breathlessly, a lazy smile on his face as his head lolls back to rest against the couch. “You can’t say that and expect me not to…” 

He gestures wordlessly to his crotch and you laugh a little, snuggling back up to him. You kiss his neck, nosing up to kiss his jaw and Steve waits patiently, humming happily when you reach his lips. 

You pull back with a teasing smile, “I know but I don’t expect it to keep working every time.” 

Steve waves a hand, eyes slipping closed as his lazy grin spreads. “Mmhmm, liar. You know what it does to me.” 

His words are lovingly, like he loves that you know what he loves. You kiss his cheek once more. 

“Yeah, I do,” you admit gleefully. “And I love it nearly as much as I love you.” 

Steve’s dick gives a soft twitch against his thighs and he groans, face screwing up for a second. “Don’t,” he warns. He opens his eyes to glare at you but there’s no heat. You grin and kiss him again. 

[headcanonenthusiast]

Simon Riley NSFW headcanons

Ladies, gentlemen and everyone inbetween, here he is. Here's the extremely popular man himself, Simon Riley.

I know how much people thirst over Ghost, and even though I personally don't he's a character I absolutely adore. Hoping I can do him justice with this one ❤

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut

-Don't really think he has the highest libido in the world.

-When he is in the mood, though, you're not sleeping that night.

-Have you seen the way this man talks? He's pretty confident in his looks. And he totally sprinkles that confidence into intercourse.

-"Look at tha', not even in you yet and you're already blushin."

-This is so random, but I feel like rainy nights get him in the mood.

-Its probably because you're less likely to go anywhere while the weather's bad. In his mind, as long as the weather isn't the best, he's got you glued to the bed for the night.

-"Where you goin, luv? Weather's nasty today."

-And no matter what excuse you give, his head will tilt slightly and he'll give the smallest smirk imaginable.

-"But it's so cold out. Wouldn't ya rather spend some time with me? The bed's nice n' warm."

-His grip on your hips is tight, so tight he usually leaves marks on accident.

-4 inches soft, 6 inches hard.

-Not the most vocal in bed, but he does grunt a lot.

-Not much of a talker, either, but depending on what you're into, he'll throw out the occasional praise or degrading word.

-"There we go, atta boy/girl. Hold still f'me."

-During sex, his eyes are locked on you, but not specifically on your face. He keeps his focus on your cock/pussy as he touches it.

-Expects your eyes to be on him the whole time, however. Does not want you to look away, even for a second.

-"Eyes on me, darlin'. Don't you look away, now."

-"Good girl/boy. Much better."

-Good with his fingers, and he knows it.

-Will totally finger/jerk you off with your back against his bare chest, his lap as your very own seat while he does so.

-"Christ, your legs are shaking. My fingers feel good, don't they?"

-His strokes are deep, and usually not terribly fast nor too slow. It's a good middle-ground that doesn't tire either of you immediately but is still satisfying.

-A big fan of pulling your hair if it's longer (consensually ofc, consent is important af yall).

-Something that really turns him on is the way his hand is able to completely cover yours. Enjoys moving a hand from your hip to your hand, giving it a few tight squeezes.

-And those squeezes aren't just him doing them because he wants to, he actually uses it as a non-verbal way to say "I love you", because like I said earlier, not very vocal.

-And he always does that at least once during sex. But sometimes he'll forget to do it, so he'll squeeze your hand as you're falling asleep, just to remind you of the fact he loves you.

-Is obsessed with painting your dick/pussy/ass with his cum. Your lips, too, when you give him a blowjob.

-When he's finished, you can see the way his body relaxes. It's like he's suddenly won the lottery and he no longer has back pain after sex.

-Aftercare isn't anything extraordinary, but he figures you need alone time after sex, so, unless requested, the shower is all yours for however long you want it.

-Also, he's not an asshole. Its not like he'd suddenly act distant after sex or anything, it's just that he knows you can take care of yourself. That's why he waits for you in bed, allowing his chest to become a pillow for your head to rest on.

-Now, Simon has never really been able to fall asleep super quickly, but after sex he passes right out.

-And it's not even because the act exhausted him, either. He just has this odd sense of contentment after being with you that lulls him into a more eased mindset, which is very difficult for him to get.

-In other words, he feels much more fulfilled with you by his side. And he'll be sure to thank you the next morning, chin on your shoulder while he gently squeezes your hand.

That was fun to write! Even though I'm not attracted to Ghost like everyone else reading this post is, he's still up there on my fav COD characters list.

Let me know who I should do next!

[dr3c0mix]

Hi, I just started reading your works and they are fantastic! I saw on your request page that you do teratophilia, but I don't fully know if you do orc, so I wanted to know before I sent in a proper request. If you don't do orc I'll probably request something with a minotaur instead.

Little Duckling

Yandere!Orc x Gn Reader

cw: nsfw, kidnapping, stalking

⚔️ Valeth was a warrior, a dangerous, bloodthirsty orc. One who had the blood of hundreds in his hands. A scar-ridden man whose company consisted of the vile and ruthless, thieves and murderers.

⚔️ So why the hell were you in here??

⚔️ You looked so small, so weak. A tiny creature possibly from a far land from the look of your wide-eyed, innocent face.

⚔️ He stared at you from across the tavern as you happily scribbled on a notebook with a small glass of some sweet drink you ordered.

⚔️ He could hear the laughs and jeers of the other patrons, some giving you less than decent stares at your body, it made him sick.

⚔️ But why? Why is he suddenly so protective of a tiny, weak, small, soft, cute, adorable, fragile doll of a person like you?

⚔️ ...

⚔️ Shit...

⚔️ He pinches the bridge of his nose and gets up from his seat and walks over to where you're sitting.

⚔️ "You better get out of here before you get hurt Duckling."

⚔️ You look at him startled with the cutest eyes, fuuuuckk

⚔️ You ask why with the voice of an angel; the orc bit the inside of his cheek to stop him from smiling.

⚔️ "You new in Phenonia?" He crossed his arms, glancing at the others in the tavern, all of them looking away from you after meeting his gaze.

⚔️ You tell him you're a traveler in search of adventure. He lets out a laugh, giving you a tusk-filled smile.

⚔️ He offers you a walk back to your inn and you happily agree, skipping and rambling about your travels the whole way. Normally he would tune out someone as talkative as you, words he didn't understand going one ear and out the other, but you, you managed to hook him with your explanations of distant lands and the discoveries you made there. He even asked questions and gave you tips and advice for your future adventures in Phenonia.

⚔️ You reach your inn and you bid the large orc goodnight, shaking his calloused hand and heading inside.

⚔️ He stood there for a minute, looking at the hand that touched yours. He felt his face heat up a bit before he shakes his head, trying to get the image of your bubbly smile out of his head. He heads to his home to get some rest but all he can think about is you in the bed next to him. Its not weird is it? god what's wrong with me????

⚔️ You two ran into each other a few more times, Valeth always using the nickname he gave you; Duckling. He says it's because you remind of a little duckling always waddling and smiling at everyone all the time.

⚔️ He helped you out sometimes whenever someone gave you a hard time. It's like he would magically show up to protect you like a big green guard dog. You would always give him that damn smile and treat him to a meal.

⚔️ When you two weren't together, he would be watching you go about your day in a busy street or from behind a merchant cart or crate. He knew your set schedule like the back of his hand, where you'd go for breakfast, your favorite place to rest after a long day, the spot you would always draw at. He would pay friends of his to keep tabs on you to make sure you're safe.

⚔️ You left a scarf once and he found it with an adorable pin that was for favorite bug made from jewels of your favorite colors. He wanted to give it back to you, but he couldn't bring himself to part with it. he found himself taking in the scent of you from it. He imagined you actually there with him as he stroked his cock while moaning into your scarf.

⚔️ Eventually he had enough of merely watching you and quick hand touches, he wanted to know your touch, he wanted to know your taste, he wanted to know the sound of your moans under him.

⚔️One night after an exhausting day of trying to sketch a bird that kept flying away, you see Valeth waiting by your inn. You smile weakly at him and wave, but he just sighs and walks over to you.

⚔️ You start to get a bit uneasy and ask what's wrong but he reaches in his coat and pulls out a cloth.

⚔️ "Sorry for this Duckling.." He mutters to you before pulling you to him, covering your mouth with the cloth. You black out before you could even scream for help.

⚔️ You wake up in a bed full of warm pelts with someone lying next to you. You gasp, remembering what happened and kicked yourself off the bed.

⚔️ Valeth jolts awake and sees you scrambling to your feet on the floor next to the bed. He gets up and quickly pulls you close as you try to wriggle out of his hold.

⚔️ He tries to calm you down, whispering comforting things to you. You fight the tears threatening to run down your face as you feel his breath on your neck.

⚔️ His hands feel you up and down, rubbing you in order to comfort you, but it only serves as a way to scare you even more.

⚔️ He kisses your neck, licking your sweet spots, his tusks ghosting across your skin like a dull blade.

⚔️ "It's alright Duckling, you're safe, it's going to be okay. But you're gonna stay here with me now alright? I'll keep you safe, I promise."

⚔️ He reaches in the drawer next to you two and pulls out your scarf, he puts it on you, crying your teary face with the soft fabric. You hold the scarf close to you, but you still turn away from him.

⚔️ He sighs and puts his hand at the back of your head, bringing your forehead to his.

⚔️ "You'll understand soon enough Duckie...you'll understand how much I love you.."

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⚔️ Valeth kept you locked in his home after that, always leaving to keep up appearances that nothing happened. Whenever someone asked where you've gone, he said you just left in search of more adventure as you do.

⚔️ He was as tough and stoic as ever when he went out but as soon as he comes back home to his modest house in the edges of the kingdom and sees you, he becomes a giant cuddle bug.

⚔️ This big battle-scared orc turns to putty when he hugs your small form.

⚔️ He still locks the doors and windows from the outside in fear of you leaving him, but it's ok! You can still write about your travels and such! He brings home things he thinks you'd like. Weird stones, leaves, trinkets, anything.

⚔️ He would do anything for you, and you're reminded every day when he cuddles you close, taking in your sweet smell. Everything. Except being let go of course.

⚔️ Sometimes you refuse to eat in hopes of ticking him off but he just laughs and holds you in his arms like a stubborn baby and spoon-feeds you.

⚔️ No matter how much you kick and scream, he's always stronger than you, always shutting down your tantrums as easy as placing his hand over your mouth.

⚔️ Eventually you learn to live with him and his affections, the pile of junk he brought home is rummaged through and actually paid attention to by you, meals are eaten, albeit with you staring daggers into him, but he couldn't be happier.

⚔️ He never forced you to do anything lewd you didn't want to do, but he would sneak off out of bed to watch you, sometimes touch himself to the thought of the day he finally gets permission to bed you.

⚔️ But now, he's satisfied with you just sleeping with him in his arms, his face buried in your hair.

⚔️ "You're mine little Duckling...only mine..."

Thnkank uouyu anon <3 <3 <3

[oncomingnight]

RELEASE YOURSELF! 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

Yandere! Musician x reader

Elias was a part of an extremely well known and incredibly innovative band, including four other members. He is specifically known for his completely otherworldly presence on stage, with the help of his choice of clothing, thick & strongly structured fingers playing on his guitar, and the patterns of paint he'd stroked onto his face earlier backstage.

Elias was a man that had several tendencies, including the tendency to be completely obsessive, though, this only developed when he met you. He was far from being shameful when it came to his infatuation with you, he could care less if his friends attempted at poking fun at him as he takes pride in the amount of love he holds for you.

He adored partaking in physical affection with you, there was nothing more in the world he could ever need when he was next to you. He'd constantly have his hand on your thigh, caressing as well as squeezing it, holding onto your hand & swinging it along with his, placing his hand on your lower back. He cannot keep his hands to himself.

His style consists of large graphic tees and his heart squeezes at the sight of you wearing his shirt that drapes right over your body. One morning, after an entire night of him making you sweat and plead, he'd walk into the kitchen only to see you making two cups of coffee for the both of you, wearing his large washed out skull tee along with nothing but black underwear.

Elias had a variety of well sketched out tattoos on his pale skin well before he met you, though, after he developed a relationship with you, it didn't take long for him to tattoo your name on his body. He also got a tattoo portraying the both of you as cartoons, you kissing his cheek as blue birds circle his head along with red hearts, his pitch black eyes practically bulging out.

Whenever he and his band mates go on tour, he will always have you go alongside him. He'd purchase a hotel room reserved for just you and him, you'd be crazy to think he'd be able to survive without you for half a year.

Before a show, he'd always ask for a kiss on his lips, cheeks and forehead for good luck. No, he's not nervous, he just uses it as an excuse to get you to love up on him even more than you already do.

In every photo that paparazzi captures of him, you're always right beside him, one of his arms is around your waist as he places a sweet, soft kiss onto your temple. He can't help it, he has to be in physical contact with you one way or another.

Elias is an incredibly territorial and overprotective boyfriend.

Soon to be husband.

It's nothing that he'd ever apologize for, you're his sweet, beautiful baby that deserves nothing but the wonderful in life. There have been many articles written about him in the tabloids regarding him getting into physical and verbal fights because of his constant need to defend you. Though, there's no need for him to worry as its never affected his career, if anything, people admire him even more.

During interviews, journalists will attempt to get a word of regret out of him regarding his harsh and violent actions against the people who've affected you emotionally. Though, that's never what they get.

"i mean, it never fully made sense to me how when someone acts like a cunt towards me and the love of my life, the woman I love most, and I reciprocate their behavior, just harsher, suddenly I'm the worst person in the fuckin' world? Nah, that doesn't seem right."

After he met you, you're always the one to assist him in applying makeup onto his face, carefully placing pitch black contacts into his eyes and just simply providing him with emotional support with your presence.

Elias enjoys hugging you, it seems like an incredibly simple thing to find joy in, but it's far from simple to him. He loves the warmth he can provide for you with his lanky arms, and the love he feels seeping from you.

Due to his incredibly misty, intimidating, and at times eerie presence, many think that he's a rough lover when that's not the case at all. Elias is extremely gentle with you, he'd never degrade, shame or put his hands on you in a manner that was anything other than loving. Yes, even when the two of you are having sex he's the gentlest person you've ever met.

Whilst he's fingering you to the point where you can't even reply to his teasingly asked questions, he reaches out to place one of his hands onto your cheek before saying, " look at me baby, there she is, aren't you just the prettiest?" "Let's make this pretty pussy cum, okay honey? I know you can do it, just let it go, soak me, baby."

Part two will be posted Friday ₊˚ʚ₊˚✧ ﾟ. !

[gavisfanta]

Can you do a YouTube video with Pablo, “who knows me better” or “the person in front of me decides what I eat”in a drive through.

TRENDS - GAVI

summary: Gavi, Aurora and you do a tiktok trend.

no warnings

"Okay and welcome to todays video of who knows me better" You clapped your hands together while looking at the phone on the table. "Okay so since you guys like the tiktok with him-" You put your hand on top of Gavi's head. "We're gonna do another video but this time its who knows me better. My boyfriend, or my bestfriend Aurora who also happens to be his sister." You smiled as the two of them were sitting at the table, each with a bowl filled with water infront of them.

"I'm gonna win" Gavi smiled at the camera.

"I'm questioning my participation in this, why did I come here to get dunked into water?" Aurora laughed.

"You're just scared to loose." Gavi told her off and you smiled while putting your hand on either of their heads.

"What's my favourite color?" You asked and listened closely who said what first.

"Red" Gavi said first but just a few seconds after you heard Aurora.

"Purple." She smiled confidentially as you dunked Gavi's head into the bowl. His hair getting wet and the remaining water dripping back into the bowl as he smiled.

"I told you this the last time already!" You told him loudly, instead of responding he just shook his head and looked at the camera for a second.

"I'm too good." Aurora whispered.

"What's one thing I can't live without?" You asked and couldn't help but smile as you waited.

"Coffee?" Gavi said very fast and loud. You looked at Aurora who smiled a bit while thinking of her answer.

"Him?" She asked a bit unsure but you nodded and dunked his head into the water. Gavi's jaw dropped open as he turned around to look at you.

The water from his face and hair dripping onto his black shirt. "Are you serious?" he asked, his cheeks slightly red and a smile visible on his lips.

"Yeah" You also had to smile as he was so adorable.

"How did you even know this?" Gavi asked his sister as he turned around in his seat again to face the bowl of water.

"I guessed" She shrugged her shoulders and Gavi shook his head while he still smiled.

"What's an addiction that I have?" You kept asking and Gavi looked up for a second while Aurora was struggling.

"None?" Gavi smiled a bit as he said that in an unsure tone. You dunked Aurora's head into the bowl and she burst out laughing.

"Tha water is so cold." She screeched while Gavi looked at his sister on his right laughing.

"You'd just have to listen while she talks" He shrugged his shoulders to which he received a dirty look from his sister.

You however continued with the questions while positioning your hand on their heads. "What's my dream car?"

Gavi looked down at the water for a few seconds but Aurora answered first. "An Audi AA?" She asked in an unsure tone once again. You dunked her head into the water and eventually you both were looking at Gavi.

"A porsche cayenne i think..." He mumbled and smiled as he looked at your through the camera. You smiled and then nodded your head.

"Doesn't Pedri have that car?" Aurora turned her head to look at you.

"Yeah and I'm so jealous." You smiled and then went back to asking the question. "When did me and Gavi start dating?"

"June second 2021" Gavi fired immediately.

"June second" His sister followed only a second later.

"I was first" Gavi yelled and stood up.

"Okay this is-" Aurora smiled as she got dunked into the water again. "-so rigged. I'm not playing this anymore." She stood up and walked away into the bathroom.

"Y/n I'm not mad at you only at Gavi." She yelled while going up the stairs. You laughed as you looked at Gavi standing next to you. He raised his brows while shaking his head.

You grabbed your phone and showed your face as you said goodbye. "Okay so guys I hope you liked this video, and leave a like. Gavi you wanna add something?" You turned the camera to face him.

"Visca Barça!"

[myfandomprompts]

How do you think each ewan character would be like as a girl dad.

I have been dying to write prompts again (I did that in another life), and I have no time nowadays because of work, but because I am an unreasonable person apparently, I'll take great pleasure doing this headcanons!

Ewanverse!girldad headcanons

Abraham

He would be harsh with her/them. His community wouldn't really see girls in high regards and would be loving and caring only in private. He loves them, but is scared to be "too close" to them. In public he can't help but keep an eye on them though, they are his blood after all, his precious women.

Aemond Targaryen

He would be over protective. At first, he would think that he would care only for boys, but no matter if it's his first child, or second, or tenth, he will go into dad mode and just- raise her to be the best. He would take pleasure spending evening reading High Valyrian with her, be very wary of what dresses she wears, of who she meets. He would encourage activities, would it be dragon riding or sword fighting, and whenever she would grow up to be a little rebellious he would turn mad and worry all the time she escapes the Keep or get into trouble. But he would be so proud.

Billy Taylor

Clumsy at first. There is nothing more scary than to have a child, and have a girl of all things. He would be amazed during all the infancy, and then panick. All the time. But he would adore the moments where they would connect and spend time together. She would be as sweet as him, and would be showing her off to her mother and family proudly.

Billy Washington

↑ This is his genuine reaction learning he'll have a girl. The minute he realises it, his mind is set on doing better, on getting all the help he needs in order to be a better person, and the best dad. There is something scary about having a girl, but he knows she'll be okay because the girls in his family are brilliant.

Ettore

What will he do with a girl? Is that the product of his obsession? Why is this different of any other girls he knows? > Because it's his daughter. On earth, he would be an awful dad (if he managed to keep her, that is), would provide but barely. Maybe send her to fetch his cigarettes or do things for him that a child shouldn't do. But in the end he would like to have her closer to him. It's his daughter, no one else's.

Genyen/Shaun

Would not care, at first. Hell, what even is the point? When he sees her for the first time it's so odd, she is his, and she will grow up to resemble him. Maybe he could teach her a thing or two, who knows? How to fare for herself, how to con people. And as time passes, the more they team up, and he can't see his life without her.

Michael

It's his babygirl. He is so lucky. She will be brilliant, how could she not be? He will protect her from the others that will look down on her, because no one deserve her anyway. They don't deserve to be in his presence. He would buy her so many books, her first computer at four, and from there just watch her grow to be as brilliant as him. And then she would crush all the category of person that looked down on him when he was himself growing up. He would be so proud.

Oh, and he would made dad jokes. All the time.

Osferth

Caring, loving. A product of the sky she is. What is more beautiful than his daughter? She is a gift, and he would protect her with his life, cherish her until she is so happy she shines. He would read to her early on, and then when she would know the psaums better than him he would have the biggest grin. He doesn't want to fight anymore, just take care of her.

Tom

Him, a dad? Okay, he'll manage. Shouldn't be so hard, eh? But then a girl? He'll turn into someone else. Attentive, doting, a little firm but it's because he just want to protect his family, and hell how he would want to protect her. He would have an even closer relationship with her than the mother and would be so happy. She teach him how to be more responsable, because there is nothing more worth than changing for her.

Will

Will Will Will. Would be really lost at what to do, but then he looks and looks at her and just fall in love. Why should he not spend all the time he can with her? Would feel guilty nonetheless. What if he is not good enough? He would let the mother take care of her, but he can't stay always long. Believes she would be better without him, anyone would be actually. But life gave him this girl, he should at least try. And he won't regret it.

I excluded Jason, Jack, Poacher & car thief (SOAH)

[devildom-moss]

Ideal Threesomes headcanon (the demon brothers)

Who pairs best with each character in a threesome? Who brings the best out of them or shows them the most enjoyable time? (none of the brothers are paired with each other - or with Simeon)

(NSFW)

Lucifer

I’m sure I’m going to get shit for this, but Lucifer would pair best with Barbatos. Hear me out. I know a lot of people would choose Diavolo, but I think his pride and his obligation to Diavolo would leave him feeling restrained. He doesn’t have the same obligations to Barbatos, and their personalities meld together in a way that makes Lucifer perform better without pushing him too far.

A threesome with Lucifer and Barbatos is like the ocean shore – both of them pulling back and crashing down, teasing you and each other further every time. They blend so naturally. Although they are both incredibly possessive, they’re willing to get along if it means earning your attention and affection. Lucifer won’t admit it, but he likes Barbatos’s energy and finds him pretty at his worst and stunning at his best.

Barbatos is surprisingly comfortable teasing Lucifer. The two of you combined can leave Lucifer a muttering, blushing disaster. However, Barbatos is also perfectly content bottoming for you and Lucifer, and he’s so pretty that Lucifer works extra hard to impress you and steal some of the spotlight back. Both of them are incredibly versatile and will bend to suit your will.

The only problem is that, occasionally, after they’ve had sex, they get shy around each other in the following few days for brief moments – something small like a faint blush when they run into one another, a gentle biting of their lower lip at hearing the other’s voice say something in just the right way, or a soft gulp after accidentally brushing hands in a completely mundane setting. Lucifer can’t quite get the image of Barbatos biting your neck to stifle his moaning as you teased them both with your hands. He should have been jealous, but he was far too aroused to feel anything but lust for you both.

Mammon

Mammon is not generally a good candidate for a threesome. He wants you to himself, but if he’s going to share, he needs someone who can match his energy. Mephistopheles fits the bill pretty well.

Both of them tend to get loud and bring a lot of excitement. Mammon is pretty carefree and loving during sex, and Mephisto is one of the only people who can offer a laid-back atmosphere that complements Mammon’s – probably because they both have a hint of tsundere about them. Diavolo gets too intense, Solomon is too cocky, and Thirteen is too gentle – all three come close, but Mephisto and Mammon can understand and indulge each other more (physically and emotionally).  

Mammon doesn’t always get along with Mephisto, but they have a similar underlying mischievous personality and similar tastes, which makes them more compatible – with one enjoying whatever kinks and activities you may suggest because you know the other likes it. (For example, Mammon loves being collared, and Mephisto thinks Mammon is surprisingly cute with a collar around his neck. Mephisto isn’t opposed to you collaring him, either – so long as no one else finds out and you give him plenty of praise.)

Because they both adore being praised, they can get competitive, trying to become the best good boy for you while simultaneously convincing themselves that they are the best you’ve ever had. Sometimes, Mephisto gets swept up and will lavish Mammon with praise, which Mammon enjoys more than he expected to. He ends up feeling so spoiled and adored.

Leviathan

Levi is another poor candidate for a threesome – arguably the worst. He gets so jealous and self-conscious. Oddly enough, leaning into that inferiority complex can help him actually enjoy a threesome, which is why he would pair well with Diavolo. They’re on pretty friendly terms, but Levi thinks highly of the future king, and he often feels that other than gaming and anime trivia, Diavolo is better than him in every way. In his mind, Diavolo probably fucks you so much better than he ever could, too.

These two can get into a bit of cuckholding territory, and it goes both ways. Sometimes that means Levi is tied up or otherwise restrained while forced to watch you and Diavolo, his jealousy boiling up in him and causing hot tears to stain his cheeks and precum to stain his pants. Other times, Diavolo watches you and Levi. As powerful as he feels being able to touch you in front of Diavolo, it can make Levi incredibly self-conscious.

This is where Diavolo’s kind, open, and gentle personality can really help. Diavolo will encourage him and guide him without judgment – only being cruel or forceful in an attempt to turn Levi on. Diavolo will even offer to let Levi fuck him, which can give him an ego-boost.

Although their personalities can be at two extremes and might appear to clash, Diavolo’s optimistic and lighthearted disposition can rub off on Levi. Hearing that he’s doing a good job from both you and Diavolo is euphoric.  

Satan

Satan and Solomon have a lot in common (including many of their kinks), which eases them into threesome territory. Satan can’t have sex with someone he doesn’t respect to some degree (and probably leans towards being demisexual), so his close bond with Solomon is a necessity.

Pet play will inevitably come up if it’s not the instigating situation – which is to say that if all three of you are alone in a room and one of you so much as puts on a collar and cat ears, one of those two is going bring up sex. This is especially likely if Satan is the one dressed as a cat boy. Solomon, being extremely forward and flirty, would compliment Satan and admit that he didn’t expect Satan would be such a turn on.

You and Solomon offer Satan a chance to explore in a safe environment. Satan doesn’t have to be worried about hurting you or Solomon, and he trusts that neither of you would hurt him, either. Your safety is crucial, and Satan often worries about pushing too far and being too rough. With Solomon around, a lot of that worry is eased. (Satan will never admit to thinking Solomon is stronger than you, though – even though it’s true.)

Furthermore, Solomon has the strange ability to find obscure sex-magic items that Satan winds up adoring. As such, threesomes with these two can simultaneously be intense and exciting.

Satan is flattered when Solomon remembers things about him – including how best to pleasure him. This aspect of Solomon reduces any jealousy and possessiveness that Satan feels towards you.

Asmodeus

Asmo is a great pick for a threesome, but Barbatos brings the best out of him. Not only has Asmo been eager to have sex with Barbatos for centuries, but the two of them also make for a lovely experience (especially if you’re a dom).

Topic adjacent, but how gorgeous would Asmo and Barbatos be riding your thighs (with or without a thigh strap-on)? Imagine both of them moaning and panting in your ears, trying to get pleasure while quietly competing to turn you on the most and last the longest. Whenever one of them gets too cocky or handsy (Asmo), you’d tease him by stroking him and getting him closer. Asmo wouldn’t be able to resist touching Barbatos while he rides your thigh, and Barbatos – who doesn’t mind playing dirty – would use his tail to tease Asmo if he was in his demon form. Okay, I just had to put that out there.

Barbatos has the appearance of being so perfect that he can make Asmo self-conscious. However, one of the areas Asmo has the most confidence in regarding you is sex. A threesome makes Asmo feel like he has a slight upper hand, so his eagerness to make you fall even harder for him (and let’s face it, to also charm Barbatos) doesn’t get tainted by Asmo’s worries. He has the comfort to show you everything he has without restraint – unless we’re talking physical restraints because he’d be into it (they both would be).

Furthermore, Barbatos’s strict side can bring the obedient, submissive side out of Asmo. Asmo is naturally flirty and playful. Sometimes it takes two doms to reign him in, and Asmo appreciates the opportunity to display a new side for you both. Asmo and Barbatos can slip into a natural hierarchy during these sessions, often with Barbatos guiding Asmo towards obedience. “Come now, Asmodeus. Stop focusing on your own pleasure and service our master appropriately.” Sorry, y’all. I’m down bad.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub would be fine with Barbatos in a foodplay-based threesome, but overall, he’d pair best with Diavolo. Both of them bring big, loving puppy who’s eager to please energy to the table.

Threesomes with these two are hard but rewarding ordeals. They’re both deeply committed to prioritizing your pleasure, and they have the highest stamina out of everyone. As long as they schedule breaks (which they will) and provide enough food for Beel (which Diavolo and therefore Barbatos ensures), they’ll have you canceling your plans for the entire weekend. Sure, you’ll get a nice, warm bath (that leads to more sex), and Diavolo will ensure you have a clean bed to rest in at some point, but even that will be short-lived. The second you begin to stir from your rest, one of them will be there below your waist, eager to make you cum again. I wouldn’t put it past either of them to rest on your thighs so he can be the first one.

Other than using Diavolo’s resources to show you something new, the sexual dynamics between you and Beel don’t change much when Diavolo is involved. This makes Beel more comfortable about the situation because any hesitation he has about a threesome would be because he’s worried it would cause your relationship to change. Beel is so afraid of feeling like he needs to force a change and put on a performance for you and anyone else involved. Similarly, he’s nervous about seeing you act in a way he’d never expect – as if you were hiding parts of yourself from him that only someone else could bring out. With Diavolo, this never happens.

Diavolo indulges Beel’s desires a lot, like enabling him to incorporate elaborate dishes into food play. They’re also incredibly gentle with each other (small, sweet gestures: Diavolo caressing Beelzebub’s hair while he drifts off to sleep or Beelzebub lifting Diavolo’s chin and wiping the cum from the corner of Diavolo’s mouth so he can taste it.)

Belphegor

Belphegor can be such a pillow princess sometimes that threesomes are hit or miss for him. On the one hand, they can be so much work, but on the other hand, he has two people taking care of his needs. The more he gets spoiled, the more he enjoys the experience, which is why Thirteen works so well with him. It takes her a while to soften up to him, but once she does, she finds Belphie irresistibly adorable. As such, she loves to dote on him and doesn't mind his bratty side.

Thirteen brings just enough energy to stimulate Belphie without being excessive and ruining the mood. Her eagerness is soft, and she knows exactly when to pull back and be quiet, so Belphie doesn’t mind her joining in on his time with his favorite human. She brings a more playful element that you and Belphie can feed off of. He finds that when Thirteen is around, there’s more teasing and flirting and foreplay. When his energy dips, she can pick up the slack.

Most importantly, Thirteen doesn’t seem to get upset on days when Belphie can only focus on you – no matter how skillful her hands are. She understands that sometimes he gets clouded by his feelings for you, especially when he’s exhausted. As long as you give her enough attention, she’s perfectly content. There are other days when Belphie praises her between his precious moans, and those tend to make up for his occasional neglect in her mind. He’s so grateful he practically forgets the candle incident.

Both of them crave cuddles during aftercare. It’s a blissful feeling when all three of you can be tangled together in bed, drifting into a good night’s sleep. Thirteen is so surprised at how well-rested she feels when she wakes up after a threesome with you and Belphie that she asks if one of you enchanted the bed or something. Sometimes, when she has trouble sleeping, she asks if she can sleep with you two again – sex optional, but appreciated.

(the others version)

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Nootnooooooot

Bakugo x reader who doesnt communicate alot?

LIKE LIKE when class 1A is out on a mall and the reader just follows them around while playing videogames but isnt addicted to it much?? They just place their phone down whenever someones talking to them but when theyre not doing anything theyre just chill?

Sorry this is so late shawdy! I took a ten day break from writing requests but hopefully I'll be writing them more regularly again from now :)

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 <3

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐊𝐞𝐲

It always annoyed Katsuki that you just couldn't seem to tell him things. He always picks on you for it, whether he's your boyfriend or not. It's his way of telling you that he worries about you. After all, if you never tell him anything, then how is he supposed to help you?

He worries that you're going to slip away from him - that, if he doesn't pay enough attention, you might get away and he'll go back to being alone again. It's not like he would ever tell anyone this though, he'd much sooner die.

Though he does find it kind of adorable that you just follow him around like a lost puppy sometimes. Sure, it's annoying as fuck, but also very cute. The first time you really started hanging out with him, of course meaning that you just started following him around out of nowhere, he had looked back at you, ready to yell at you and scare you away until he saw you and immediately bit his tongue. You were so adorable, that an actual blush appeared on his cheeks.

After that, he just let you tail him like another one of the squad as Mina and Denki babbled on about how you "passed the initiation" or some shit. Denki was being an idiot muttering about how you were the "chosen one", but thinking back on it he may have had a point.

It's during a trip to the mall that you really started to worry him, though. The lack of communication between the two of you was always annoying, but it had never posed an actual problem. That is, until then.

You had been feeling awefully queasy, and you looked it too, but you hadn't told anyone, so it was left alone. You were just playing subway surfers on a bench in the middle of the mall with Mina while your boyfriend went to get some food from a nearby stall. All was going well, until you started to feel even worse all of a sudden, and had to rush to the bathroom.

When Katsuki had come back to see the squad confused and worried, and his girlfriend missing, he practically bit their heads off as they told him what had happened. So his girlfriend was sick and noone went after her? Not on his fuckin' watch!

Kirishima had to hold him back in fear that he'd run into the girls bathroom to find you, where he was sure you had went, along with Mina who had followed after you.

When you finally came out, looking a little worse for wear after Mina just had to hold your hair back, it was your turn to get your head bitten off. "Are you some kind of idiot!? Next time you feel sick, tell me! I-... I'll help you... Not raccoon eyes!"

Was he?? Jealous???

He might be a little envious that the first person to rush to your aid was in fact not him, and he beats himself up for it to this day, despite what a minor incident it was.

After that, you find him being a little clingier, and sitting closer to you at lunch breaks. He even checks in with you every now and again to ask if you're feeling alright, and it's so sweet that such a tough guy cares so much about you.

Every time you talk you put your phone face down on the bed, which is something very small that he appreciates, since he absolutely despises being anything but the primary focus of your attention when he's talking. It's sort of like a kid asking for his mom's attention, and you find it very endearing.

No matter how little you talk or how quiet you might be sometimes, he knows every in and out of your mannerisms, and communicates with you without you needing to talk so much, and the devotion makes your heart clench a little.

One time he had a peek at what had kept you so damn busy on that phone of yours, and saw your game, subway surfers. It was just something you used to pass the time but you had gotten quite far, and the one time he stubbornly made you let him try, he didn't even get a quarter of your high score. He spent the whole night brooding.

[hana-no-seiiki]

A Quick question My beloved god~!

How do you feel about pathetic yanderes? Like pathetic yanderes that has power (wealth, influence and all that shit) but acts pathetically towards their darling?

Cuz even tho I'm a bottom (obviously cuz i can't pull off being a top ;-;) pathetic yanderes just bring out a different side of me

I would love to see them beg and cry and it's just so adorable??? Cuz pathetic yanderes are oddly endearing even tho they're fucking pathetic and disgusting

UGH I EAT THAT SHIT UP THEY'RE SO SO SO CUTE THAT I WANNA MAKE THEM CRY EVEN MORE!!

(You can ignore this if you feel like it's kinda too much lol and apologies for being kinda redundant)

also no not cute but

Breathtakingly Adorable~ <3

- Your Junie~

PATHETIC/RICH YANDERE SCENARIO (GENDER NEUTRAL READER & YANDERE)

“PRETTY PINK PRINCESS : GOOD FOR YOU”

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A pathetic, rich yandere? Isn’t that just me— (also im just gonna ignore that last part for my wellbeing-)

Pathetic Yanderes can be a top. Usually if you’re from a rich (asian) family there’s just a lot of drama. Like you’d think everyone loves eachother so much and everything is peaceful but once the family dinner ends the treachery begins. So they’d have to be confident, assertive and sociable to survive that kind of environment.

You know the kind that’s super headstrong whenever they’re with anyone else but you.

Your ask kinda reminds me of my ocs Crisanto Salvador and Isabel Labrador (the dors really do be the biggest masochists of Midnight Darling). While Isabel is a hard sub that’s a brat, Crisanto doesn’t even hide how down horrid he is for MC. He fell in love with her because she threw away a Birkin Bag he used to court her.

Boy has got connections 💅🏻 ✨

He can get you anywhere and everywhere. He can also get you out from any and every situation you might not want to find yourself in.

But yes back to Pathetic + Rich Yandere! I can see them ordering all manners or surveillance. They’ll take the time to survey your routine (or have someone else do it) and plan out what to do from then on. If you go outside regularly then they’ll have “bodyguards” set, if you’re more of a homebody then they’ll have cameras installed in every corner of your house whenever no one’s at home.

They’re your biggest career hyper. They will get you to whatever position you want in life. While Pathetic Yan will be practicing their at home spouse skills just for you.

(Ignore this if you’re ace) The biggest challenge however is practicing how they’re supposed to satisfy you in bed. Making do with someone else is an absolute no no. Besides, you might have a different preference entirely.

So oh well, what else could they do but kidnap you?

What do you mean they could have courted you first? They couldn’t even fathom breathing the same air as you for too long in fear that they may have a heartattack. This was the only way, you see!

But don’t worry, they’ll be the best partner you could ever look for. They just have practice not getting so aroused when you look straight at them all the time. It’s hard to focus on feeding you like that after all!

Pathetic Yandere loves to wear pink fight me. Pastels everywhere. They’re massive Rococo/Baroque interior design fanatics. Stickers are everywhere. They have a whole ass bookshelf dedicated to their sticker collection.

In bed they have cute ribbons for bondage prepared. It doesn’t do much by way of keeping you still, but boy does it look so adorable on you!

At least one person is gonna be full to the brim by the end of this, might as well make the act aesthetic.

Noisy as hell when having sex, they just have to voice how they feel about you, yknow? Shutting them up is close to impossible. And of course, tears! Lots of it. One might say they kinda look like they’re in pain sometimes from how much they mewl.

Their bed is the softest one you’ve ever been on. You find out that it’s from one of those high end Swedish brands that make em out of horse hair.

You’re tempted to stay just for that reason.

“ Never leave me okay? I promise I’ll be good for you ♡ ”

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