#you should!!! it's funn

[hephaestuscrew]

A fun thing about me is that I will probably think about Antigone Funn every time I butter a slice of toast for the rest of my life.

[fansonfansonfansonfans]

AOAOAOA Ep #55: We got the four young superstars of the nostalgic horror sensation "Creepy Stuff" to talk about secrets of their new season, adjusting to an unreasonable amount of fame, getting emancipated, and bullying your agents.

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

HI what were your thoughts on the grotto episode

OMG <333 okay first off spoilers for the newest grotto episode so everything is going to be under the cut (im giving you the chance to go listen to the grotto rn. take it. go <3 /hj)

OKAY. first off omg the parallels between david and his mom with the caving and stuff and like. gahhhhh. her basically saying the same things as david when explaining the cave gods i couldn't </33 /pos it made me so emotional

and then the "i'll trust you" from david at the end mirroring him and his mom again GODS </3 fuck they make me ill /pos athan and the whole crew did so so good on the episode, the voice work was so good as always <33

and also matt :(( gahhh why is he like that please </3 stop lying to people you are going to die,,

augh i love the grotto so much its like. literally so good gah i love podcasts guys <3

[the-busy-ghost]

I'm sorry, I'm sure they're doing their level best when people are yelling all the time but the Speaker of the House of Commons and his various deputies sometimes announce people as if they're compèring the Royal Variety Show and it never fails to make me cringe a little bit

'And now the Leader of the Opposition... [pause for imaginary drum roll] ...Siiiiiir Keeeir STARMER!'

[loverboybrightsideghost]

upon further reflection i've decided that i am in love with antigone funn

[bowsnbots]

Oh, the PERSONA muses get to come out and play now—

[hurtspideyparker]

If Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together Part 2

Read Part 1 here

Tony: Why is Underoos mopping the ceiling?

Sam: Told him since he's sticky that's his chore

Bucky: It's only fair he helps out around the house

Tony: Hm. Makes sense

-

Vision cooked dinner:

Peter: *pushing around food to make it look eaten*

Natasha: *surreptitiously spitting into napkin*

Steve: *taking small bites with tons of water*

Bucky: *just stares at full plate*

Tony: Well this is disgusting, I'm ordering pizza

-

Sam: C'mon man stop moping around, you gotta get yourself a girl

Bucky: Ok.

Sam: Ok? Okayyyyy! I know-

Bucky: Give me your phone

Sam: Oh you got a number in mind already hotshot? *hands phone over*

Bucky: *ring* Hi Sarah ;)

Sam: BOY-

-

Peter: Ned thought you would seperate your colours from your lights but he also thought you'd be homophobic so I don't pay him much mind cuz clearly I'm more of a superhero expert than him but he does have a 2% better average than me in history so like maybe you do hand wash your clothes and that's why I asked what underwear you wear because-

Steve: *listening intently with apprehension and alarm*

Natasha: I can't believe you found the one person on Earth who talks more nonsense than you

Tony: I know right, it's incredibly unnerving. I'm planning on adopting him

-

Peter: Mr. Stark I have to tell you something. I think Vision is a... *whispers* pervert

Tony: Um, why?

Peter: He keeps floating through my room without knocking! He saw me changing, he saw my nipples !

Tony: Well if anyone's a predator here it would be you. I mean showing your nipples to a 2 year old? Deplorable.

Peter:

Peter: Oh god, I'm the pervert...

-

Bucky: Y'know animosity isn't good between teammates. I think we should spend more time together

Sam: Am I being punked right now? Where's the camera

Bucky: I'm serious. I think it would be healthy for us to bond

Sam: Okay fine I'll bite... what did you have in mind

Bucky: Wanna go for a run?

Sam: *slams door in Bucky's face*

-

*staring at Bucky's sparkly clean metal arm*

Bucky: Dishwasher?

Peter: Dishwasher :)

(later that day)

Bucky: I've decided to let the child live

Peter: YoU wHaT?!

-

Thwip

Tony: Who took my coffee cup, It was right here

Thwip

Bruce: Um, has someone seen my book? I just had it

Thwip

Steve: I could've sworn I was holding a pen a moment ago

*giggling from the ceiling*

Tony: Young man I will take those webshooters away if you use them for shenanigans and rascality

Peter, muffled: Mr. Hawkeye told me to!

Clint: Oh so you're just gonna rat me out like that?

Peter: Sor- OOF

*falls out of ceiling vent*

-

Sam: You're in my spot

Bucky: There are no spots, it's a common area

Sam: Well that's my spot

Bucky: Did you buy the chair??

Sam: No, but everyone knows that's where I sit. Right Steve?

Steve: Oops I forgot something in my car, be right back *leaves*

Sam: Still my spot

Bucky: Still not

Sam: *sits on him*

Bucky: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL THE COUCHES ARE FREE-

Sam: IT'S MY SPOT YOU CAN'T TAKE A MAN'S FAVOURITE CHAIR-

BUCKY: YOU HAVE ISSUES GET OFF ME-

(one hour later)

Steve: Hey so turns out I don't have a car! Isn't that funn...

Sam & Bucky: *Squeezed awkwardly on the chair together*

Steve: I think I left something in my car

-

Steve: Leave the bedroom door open when you have Vision in there

Wanda: UGH you're so protective

Tony: Teenagers, am I right? Caught Pete reassembling my particle accelerator at midnight because he needed to neutralize a miniature nuclear bomb he nabbed off some guy he neglected to tell me was trying to kill him

Steve:

Steve: Wanda y'know what do whatever you want

Wanda: Really?

Steve: Yes just keep being normal. At least I can read about our issues in a parenting book

-

Thor: Ah, new warriors I see! Good to make all your acquaintance. But why are you so grumpy my friend?

Bucky: *glaring*

Peter: He's always like that. It's um, P- P- PMS? Wait -

Natasha: Yes it's PMS

Wanda: He's got it bad

Steve: *genuinely concerned* Bucky you didn't tell me something was wrong. What can I do to help?

Bucky:

Bucky: I like chocolate

-

Wanda: Welcome to the first annual girls night! This place reeks of men, so I thought we needed some women time

Pepper: Why is Vision here?

Wanda: I get sad when he's gone

Natasha: Why is Pietro here?

Pietro: Slay queens

Wanda: Moral support I think

Maria: Why is Peter here?

Wanda: He looked really upset when I said he wasn't included and I felt bad

Wanda: Anyways... yay girls! Who wants me to paint their nails?

Peter: ME ME ME

-

Steve: Pancakes or waffles?

Natasha: Pancakes

Steve: Good because I don't have a waffle maker

Natasha: Then why would you ask-

Steve: It's important for your voice to be heard, as team leader I value your opinion

*2 minutes later*

Steve: Good morning Clint, pancakes or waffles?

Clint: Waffles

Steve: Oh no.

-

Some of these were based on requests (ex. more Sam & Bucky, dad Steve w/ Wanda) so if you have certain dynamics you enjoy let me know !

[jazzy-tzw]

Girl, I'm going to SmackDown next Friday!!!!!!

Take me with you gang!!!

[snowballseal]

Insecurities - Rafayel

Summary: Here is the portion of Rafayel reacting to your insecurities. And you best know this man goes big to prove a point. Much fluff.

Here is the original with the other LADS boys

Word Count: 1831

Notes: Reader has insecurities about they way they look, so just keep in mind. It ends fluffy and happy though.

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“Rafayel, do I look okay?”

The artist immediately drops whatever he was doing, twisting around to peer over the back of the couch as you step into the studio.

His iridescent eyes scan over your figure, his voice lilting with teasing affection, “I’m not sure I even want to go if this is what you’re wearing. I think everyone would think you’re the art and ignore my hard work.”

You wrinkle your nose. Partially because he’s being ridiculous. Partially because you don’t really believe him. The dress is gorgeous of course, he did a great job of helping you pick one out, but it doesn’t change the way you’ve been feeling for the past few days.

Before you met Rafayel, you never paid much attention to how you looked. Not in a bad way, you kept yourself neat and dressed up whenever you went out for special occasions, but it was never on your mind much. But now…You don’t know. It’s not Rafayel’s fault, the man has never been shy in complimenting you, but you can’t help but notice the type of women that like to approach him. All gorgeous enough to be models, with the confidence to match - seeing as they always have to gall to flirt with him even when you’re holding hands.

And you wish it didn’t get to you. It shouldn’t. Rafayel doesn’t even bat an eyelash at them, always focusing on you or making more obvious shows of affection to chase them away. Still, the more it happens, the more you find yourself caring about how you look, or not liking the way you look. 

And wearing a lovely dress only seems to highlight your self-perceived flaws.

“Do you really think it looks okay?” You ask again, fiddling with the satin self-consciously. 

Rafayel’s brow furrows a little. He tilts his head, looking almost like a confused puppy, “What is it? Do you not like the dress? Do you not want to go anymore? Please don’t make me go alone. These galleries are sooo boring without you, I hate them.”

“They’re your galleries,” you point out, shaking your head with a small smile, “How can you hate them so much? It’s your work, they deserve to be celebrated.”

“Why go stare at my own work when I can spend the night staring at you?”

Heat creeps up your cheeks. Usually you’d have a witty comeback to his flirting, but you can’t find anything tonight, not with how you’re feeling. So you just ruffle his hair fondly, avoiding the intense affection in his gaze.

“Come on, Thomas will be mad if we don’t show up. We need to go.”

Rafayel’s eyes narrow. Before you can pull away, he grabs your wrist, keeping you anchored to where you are. Your heart jumps to your throat at the serious expression he suddenly gives you.

“What’s wrong? You’re acting strange.” 

Being an artist, Rafayel knows you, your face, your body, better than anyone. He’s always looking at you, holding on to every new detail he finds. Like the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh. How the tip of your nose turns rosy when you’re even a little cold. Or how your lips twitch before you lie. Like they are now.

“I’m fine, Raffie, just…tired,” you sigh, tugging against his hold, still trying to avoid him, “Now come on, we should go.”

“Hmmmmm…no.”

You squeak as Rafayel unexpectedly gives your wrist a sharp pull. The momentum sends you tumbling over the back of the couch, right into his lap, and before you can escape, he has you wrapped in his arms. Stuck.

“Rafayel-! Let go of me,” you growl, squirming around hopelessly. The man is surprisingly strong, and with your feet still tossed over the back of the couch, you can’t get enough leverage to escape.

“Nope, not until you tell me what’s wrong,” he hums, arms tightening around your waist.

You huff and give him a solid glare, “This isn’t funny, Rafayel.”

“And neither is hiding something that’s obviously bothering you,” he snips back softly, “You’re a horrible liar, miss bodyguard.”

“I just…” You cross your arms, face feeling warmer and warmer the longer he stares at you. Why does he have to be so stubborn at times like this? “I haven’t been feeling good about myself lately, okay? That’s it, now can we go?”

“Nope.” You resist the urge to groan.

“Thomas is going to throw a fit-”

“He can handle it tonight, I’ll give him a bonus. What’s more important is fixing this.” Rafayel props his chin on your shoulder, a contemplative frown pulling at his lips. “It’ll have to be something creative, which I’m great at, of course. But what?”

“Rafayel, this really isn’t necessary,” you grumble, “I don’t think it’s something you can fix.”

The artist shakes his head, pressing a faint kiss to your shoulder, “I think you underestimate me, cutie. But that’s okay, I think I know exactly what to do.”

Lifting you up, Rafayel sets you back on the couch gingerly and darts off after giving you instructions to not move. A heavy sigh passes your lips as you fix your dress, though it seems a bit pointless now. It doesn’t sound like you’ll be going to the gallery.

A part of you is secretly relieved at that. You love looking at Rafayel’s work, but since it’s his gallery, all the attention would be on him, and, consequently, you as well. It’s a bit suffocating. Still, you’re a little wary of whatever plan he has concocted. Rafayel is as unpredictable as he is talented.

Time seems to tick by slowly as you sit on the couch. You eye the clock, noting each minute as it passes by. Your nerves only continue to rise the longer you’re alone. What on earth is he doing?

On the tenth minute, Rafayel reappears, a mischievous spark in his eyes. He offers you a hand.

“The gallery is ready for you to attend, cutie.”

This time, your eyes narrow, though you still take his hand, allowing him to help you up. “I thought you said we weren’t going?”

“Oh, this is a different kind of gallery,” he hums, looking quite proud of himself, “I think you’ll enjoy this one a lot more. And I’ll be your personal tour guide.”

“How kind,” you muse, fighting your own smile. You might as well humor him, even if it doesn’t help. As long as Rafayel is happy, you can count the night as some kind of success.

Rafayel leads you to one of the spare rooms of the studios. You vaguely remember him telling you at some point that it’s a room he likes to keep his sketchbooks and unfinished projects in. You cast him a curious glance, but his eyes are set ahead as he touches the door, that smile still painted across his lips.

“These works are some of the most important that I’ve ever done, and you’ll be the first to see them. My heart rests in your hands tonight, so be careful, otherwise you might mortally wound me and I’ll never have the courage to paint again.”

You roll your eyes at his antics, about to make a sassy remark, but the words get lost when he presses the door open. Your eyes go wide at the sight before you.

The room is lit by candles, flickering with the flames of his evol. Their light dances across countless artworks spread across the room, hanging on every surface, each one depicting the same subject.

You.

Most of them are sketches, their strokes simple and spontaneous but laden with care, like he had wanted to capture a precious moment for himself. There’s one of you dozing off on the couch, another of you dancing in the kitchen. There’s even one of you holding a stuffy, from one of your many trips to the arcade.

The further you walk into the room, the more detailed the pieces become. 

A charcoal drawing of you in your uniform, gun drawn on something off page. The lines of your body are like water, fluid and graceful, the look in your eyes somehow burning with a fierce determination.

An oil painting of the night you spent at the market. Your image is looking at a sparkler, the light reflected in your eyes like stars, your cheeks painted a soft rosy color that seems to glow. It’s impossibly delicate, each stroke placed with such intention, it’s almost like you’re there again.

The final painting you come to make your face go warm again. It’s of you, curled up under a familiar set of sheets, mostly focused on your face. Your hair pools against the pillow, messy yet somehow charming in its unruliness. The morning sunlight dapples across your skin, highlighting the soft color of your lips and the gentle curve of your smile. But it’s your eyes that really make your breath catch. You can practically see the sleepy fog in them, like you had just woken, but also the undeniable warmth. The love.

It’s…beautiful. They’re all beautiful. And they’re all you.

“This is…” You swallow around the lump in your throat, suddenly feeling off-kilter. “I can’t believe you did all of these.”

Rafayel, who had been following behind you silently, hums softly and curls his arms around your waist. You lean back into his touch, letting it ground you and your swirling emotions.

“It’s been difficult even focusing on my work for the gallery. Everything else seems to pale in comparison when I have such a beautiful muse in front of me all the time,” he murmurs the words against your temple, voice quiet to match the atmosphere of the room. “I could devote lifetimes to painting you and never grow tired of it.”

You bite back a bashful smile, unable to resist the urge to tease him a little, “I didn’t realize I was so distracting.”

“Just ask Thomas. I think this is the most he’s ever had to remind me to finish my work,” Rafayel chuckles, giving your waist a squeeze. “But it was worth the missed deadlines. Afterall, isn’t it my responsibility as your employer and lover to make sure you understand how much I cherish you?”

Your heart flutters wildly as the brazen affection in his tone. It seems to melt away your doubts, replacing them with an overwhelming feeling of fondness for your artist. Only Rafayel would do something like this for you, how could you deny it?

Turning around in his hold, you lean up on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his cheek, which you notice is an absolutely rosy shade of red. It makes you feel even more fond. You really really love this man.

“Thank you, my pretty fish. I feel much better now.”

That dazzling smile lights up his face again, and he leans down to scatter kisses all over your face, whispering between your bouts of giggles, “Anything for you, my queen.”

---

All the smooches. I love this man. I will die on the hill of using the nickname "fish" or "fishie" with him, I think it's soooo cute.

[ilwonuu]

𐦍༘?can i 𐦍༘⋆

↬ choi seungcheol

𓇣 pairing- nonidol!cheol x fem reader, dom!seungcheol x sub!reader, bestfriend!cheol x fem reader, friends to lovers<3

𓇣 summary- your best friend calls you late at night for something other than a innocent hangout.

𓇣 warnings- dumb confessing love to each other, oral sex (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, cum swallowing, kissing, MDNI, lmk what else

𓇣 a/n- this is just a random fic that u wrote a long time ago.. i liked it enough to post so lmk what you think!! should i write a part two? ALSO IM BACK FROM LITERALLY NOT POSTING FOR DAYS!!!! im posting a lot of fics today<3 luv u guys 😡

tossing and turning in your bed has gotten you wide awake. you’ve been trying to fall asleep for the past hour. it now being 1:30am as glance at your clock.

you sigh closing your eyes again before you start to get a call. you groan reaching for your phone. seeing it’s seungcheol you make a confused expression, pressung answer.

“cheol? it’s so late what’s up?” you question and he just sighs. “okay- um this is gonna sound crazy but can i pick you up? i’ve been thinking you all night.” he confesses. his voice sounding tense but lust filled.

“thinking about me? what do you mean?” you are beyond confused now, wanting him to explain it. of course cheol has said something like this to you before, but this time it feels different.

“just let me come get you and i’ll explain then. can i?” he asks. you don’t even know why but your mouth is immediately saying that you would love for him to pick you up.

you having no control when it comes to cheol. you sigh again as you force yourself out of the warmth of your bed to grab some pants to throw on.

quickly changing as you know cheol, how fast he would get to your house. speaking of, your phone lights up with a text from the boy telling you he’s outside. you slip on your slippers and head out of your house into his car.

“well good morning to you.” you say sarcastically as you get into the passenger seat. “can i just drive and explain? it’s kind of a lot to take in.” he starts to drive to your guys usual spot to watch the sunset. you couldn’t do that now obviously…

“so.. were you asleep when i called?” “no unfortunately i haven’t been sleeping very well and these were one of the completely sleepless nights.” he sighs not taking his eyes of the road.

“i’m sorry i hope you can sleep better tomorrow.” he says looking at you for a moment to give you a soft smile before finally arriving at your spot.

“are you gonna tell me why you wanted to pick me up at 2 in the morning?” you turn your gaze to him and he just nods. “don’t freak out okay-“ he cuts himself off.

“y/n- i’m in love with you. and everyday i’m more and more in love with you. i couldn’t get confessing to you off my mind. i wanted you to know in person.” he says looking at you for a reaction, response, anything.

“cheol i-“ he sighs thinking he already knows what you’re gonna say. “i know you don’t feel the same. i had a feeling you didn’t but i just need to tell you okay? it was killing me and i just don’t want anything to be weird now-“ you stop his words with your finger.

“cheol shut up. i’m in love with you too.” you confess as well catching him completely off guard. “wait are you serious? don’t mess with me that’s not funn-“ you cut him with a kiss against his lips.

“you believe me now?” he nods pulling you to kiss him again. “you don’t know how bad i wanted to do that.” he admits with a deep sigh.

“cheol-you know-i- me too.” his hands intertwined with yours. you feel so safe with him. you want nothing more than to be his. you want him to be yours.

“y/n i- please let me kiss you again.” and that’s how you ended up here. on your knees in the backseat next to your best friend, reaching for his dick as he fucks his fingers into you.

“cheol-“ he smirks down at you. “feel good baby? keep going.” you nod at his words finally pulling his dick out of his pants. shocked at the size of course. you have never been with anyone with a dick this big- nearly coming on his fingers.

“go ahead, let me see you baby.” he’s looking down at you with intimidating eyes. you give his dick a couple strokes causing him to hiss but mindlessly ruts his hips up with your hand.

you kitten lick the tip of his dick not breaking eye contact with him. a load groan erupting from him. his fingers are starting to fuck into you faster. your moans against him making him crazy.

“fuck just like- that. feels so fucking good.” his hips moving with your mouth as you fuck yourself back onto his fingers.

“look at you. o-oh fuck” your mouth speeding up on his cock. his fingers curling inside of you causing you to moan. you gag on his dick as his hips start to meet your mouth.

you cum on his fingers hard as you feel him start to fuck your mouth. he fucks his fingers into slowly before pulling them out to bring them up to his mouth.

he hums before groaning when he sees you looking up at him. he pulls his fingers out his mouth, his hand inching to your ass rather quickly.

“i’m gonna- fuck i’m coming. you’re so beautiful.” his cum shooting deep into your mouth as his hips fuck up with his groans.

you keep eye contact with him as you swallow. he groans trying not to fuck your mouth again. you sit up to kiss him.

“you’re so pretty.” he gives you a big smile as the two of you get dressed. you blush and look away from him. “want to come to my house?” he smiles at you.

[not-equippedforthis]

thinking about rudyard funn's true interests slowly becoming more apparent, mostly without his distinct realisation: the family business is his torch to carry, and even if it isn't a passion it's a duty, it's his life; it's not supposed to be fun. antigone has always been a dark, burning flame for biology and embalming and the science of it all: to her, it's an art as gorgeous as the 4 hour silent french films she watches. her true yet restrained passions for literature and theatre run and flourish throughout the podcast alongside it.

but rudyard? it's an order: he gets the body in the coffin in the ground on time. the part he likes about funeral directing is the directing. giving everyone a clean, timed, proper service. episode 4, when organising the fete, he says, i, i do like spreadsheets. its the one thing he's good at. except he likes building mouse furniture. for mice. he enjoys organising and scheduling --- nothing more to it, really, but then he becomes the town's archivist and promptly engulfs 300 years of town history in what's probably the span of a few days. he can't help but bring up town history. it's his job, what do you mean? he likes spreadsheets. he cares infinitely about upkeeping the burial grounds. touching corpses freaks him out. he's an agent of looney-tunes style mayhem and a symbol of death who also adores order and planning and by god he'll pose in a naked calendar if it saves his fucking schedule. they will get the body in the coffin in the ground on time. day one, it's all about time. if one historical detail is off he'll implode. he knows seemingly everything about history, now. he'd go crazy for wikipedia. someone should get him to watch cunk on earth. update: finally got myself to finish the finale. i'm so happy for them i could and did cry. 'i like researching history' and 'i like writing porn' siblings i love you so.

[trashogram]

Heyyyyy friendo

If you're willing can we get a fluffy hcy one shot for when reader was still pregnant? I can't get enough of her and Lucifer being an absolute dork

Like maybe reader is trying to do house work and Lucifer is trying to get her to sit down and she's just like "n o"

Not quite what you asked for, but I hope this will suffice!

***

You’ve been glowing for 5 going on 6 days, illuminating a good portion of the whatever space you occupied, and it was only that unmistakeable luminance that kept Lucifer from jolting out of bed.

The bedroom door had been kindly left open, and Lucifer hesitated only at the reminder that he had yet to take his slippers up from Hell and to your apartment. He leapt out of bed, clad in apple-printed boxers (the ones you could not stop giggling over as soon as you saw them) and sought you out. It shouldn’t have surprised him to see you assembling a bookshelf in just an old t-shirt in the middle of the living room floor. But the King of Hell stared at the bizarre picture in front of him for a long moment.

“Babe.”

You looked up at him and grinned.

“What?” His exasperation was mostly for show, already returning your smile with his own. Happiness was so contagious when you wore it.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You replied. “And the fact that this shelf was just sitting in the closet was driving me nuts. So I thought ‘why not?’. It’s better than just thinking about it till the sun comes up.”

“Better to become a carpenter than to cuddle with me, huh?” Lucifer gazed at you with too-big, saccharinely sad eyes and a quivering pout.

“Oooh, a carpenter like Jesus?” You asked. “You would bring him up, wouldn’t you my Prince of Darkness?”

“Pfffbbtt!” Lucifer waved your words away, sitting on the floor with you with legs crisscrossed. “You made that reference, not me!”

He sighed, head in hand as he stared at you with naked fondness. “You are a miracle though.”

Your arched brow and flick in the blond’s direction belied the color that rose in your cheeks. “Stop it, you.”

It didn’t stop the former Angel, continuing to make goo-goo eyes at you while you concentrated on lining up two wooden boards. Lucifer’s gaze set on the growing bump that now filled out beneath your breasts, visible even under your baggy clothing. He felt that overflowing flush of warmth through his whole body at the affirmation that you and the baby were doing well. The horror of your condition during your initial pregnancy was not gone from his mind; but he was more than tentatively hopeful that you would not only survive, but thrive. And so would your baby.

And then, once he or she was born maybe… maybe you would realize you loved him, or at least liked having him around. And maybe you would agree to see him and the baby sometimes, or even let them stay with you… and maybe he could be one of the things that made you happy in life…

“What’s that look for?” Your question catches him off-guard.

You’re not looking at him, busy twisting a nail into the bottom of the box you’d successfully created.

“Aha, hmm?” Lucifer cleared his throat. “I-uh, was just… wondering why you didn’t put any pants on to do this?”

You snorted, putting down your nail and tiny wrench. “Lucifer, you out of everyone should know that pants come off when it’s time to screw.”

“Hahaha, that’s so funn—o-oh, aha…” Lucifer went beet red with that and with your subsequent laughter.

—

You ended up washing your hands of the project when you realized your shelf was inside out. (“The instructions suck! And there’s too many labels. They want me to fail on purpose!”)

Lucifer took your hands and held you close, soothing your sore attitude with gentle words and fervent pawing as soon as you were back in the safety of your comforter together. The bookshelf lay forgotten until the late afternoon of the following day, though you fell asleep with a smile as Lucifer kissed your forehead goodnight, humming happily beside you.

[sewinrat]

If you are/replace Sebastian includes;

*Reader is female mentioned but I could care less, you just have to be human. Have I done something like this before can't remember...

Oh you poor soul. You don't even know how you got in this mess. You were one day suddenly locked up in a plastic cage and this strange man bought you for an even stranger boy. Now you're stuck with them forever.

The closest you act to in terms of 'first meet' is close to Pomni. And yes you have went into the UNKNOWN and Luther had to pull you back but in this case, the unknown is much more dangerous.

And now you're trying your best to hide and run away from all of them in their weird crazy house of nonsense. Unfortunately you can't even hide well because Randal's dolls will always find you. Luther is another thing. You can't act out in front of around him or else you'll be a 'bad pet' and "that's not how girls supposed to act." His words not mine. Even if you've been put in the ridiculous jester outfit. You'd prefer if they put you in those discipline outfit forever if it means to leave you alone. It doesn't matter if you lose your body.

You got a high chance into being part of the family because Luther might want a little sister but let's not go there. This time.

The other two 'people' in the house, Nyen and Nyon, you thought you could trust but apparently not. You try to avoid them both, mostly Nyen because of the times he threatened you. Although Nyon doesn't do much, it's best to not engage in any way. Why am I describing things like this is your diary?

Actually you might have a diary. But hide them well or else everyone and I mean EVERYONE will read it if you misplaced it anywhere. Randal loves to snoop especially around you. Luther says it's to get to know you better but like a parent, he's a liar because if he reads anything he doesn't like, he'll punish you accordingly. Nyen can use it to manipulate you and make fun of you but Nyon reads it... And that's it. He doesn't do much about it but he's bold so he will gave it back to you even if it's open and in the middle of reading it.

After maybe weeks or even months if time manages to slip later because if you cannot make sense of time, how can you even know the time - you're getting use to it. Not comfortable of course but it's to the point where you aren't actively scared to even look behind you.

You know what, you should be just a little bit grateful that you are Randal's 'friend' while also being under him by being a pet because if you remember in Lucid 14, it shows that Randal likes to keep parts of his 'friends' as the bible recruiter dudes were leaving(But it could also imply that it's his first time doing it while alive or smth). So yeah that's one way to lose skin.

Ranfren Characters thoughts on You(ooc);

Randal: "Oh you met my friend?? Did she escaped again if you knew em... Eh impossible but since you know her, I KNOW YOU~!! A friend to my pet is a friend to mee now come here and let's have some funn." How did you get in touch with her- actually doesn't matter to Randal, more friends the merrier.

Luther: "Hm. Troublesome at first but oh well she's just getting use to her new home that's all so I won't blame them for that. Getting docile but still needs precautions." Somehow he treats you more of an experiment than a pet. Maybe you're those last options regularly people would consider to.

Nyen: He exited the interview because a reaction of the 'new' pet of the house from him is a waste of time to him. You're not worth his trouble. But he did said something about how fun watching you struggle when him and or his master catch you escaping.

Nyon: We couldn't find him to get an interview so we came to the conclusion that he has nothing to say about you. Maybe a little pity. That's all.

Bonus? Tsukada Satoru: "Ah she's quite cute but should keep a certain distance away from Randal. Hm? Jealous? In what way or to who exactly? Randal? Oh I could never. Randal is my best friend, I'm just protecting him away from her." Maybe if you play his heart well, he'll take more of a fancy to you.

[yvesette]

*+ ☆: — ryujin as your possessive gf

— with your girlfriend’s arm around your shoulder, you leaned onto her head in the middle of a laugh- burying your face in the crook of her neck. the two of you were walking back to your apartment as the late night breeze made your bare legs goosebump and you pulled your borrowed jacket of hers over tighter. you could feel the slight intoxication you both had endured make your stomach turn in a blissful way and her breath was warm with the scent of minty gum and a slight alcoholic undertone as she whispered flirtatious nothings into your ear. you giggle and playfully slapped her side as you stopped walking to face her- her arm still snuggled around you.

“ryujin you can’t be serious,” you pointed your finger in her face, more drunk and slurring your words a slight bit more than she was.

ryujin rolled her eyes with a smile. “that dress you wore tonight is gonna make me act up i’m telling you y/n! ,” her face changed, “all the guys were looking at you and ughh,” she groaned and threw her head back, “it made me so mad.”

you cupped her face in your hands and kissed her cheek, “i wore this for you ryujinnie don’t get it twisted.” she flushed.

ahead was a two young men sitting on the stairway up to an apartment complex with a few glass bottles scattered around them and one was lighting a cigarette. ryujin side eyed them and pulled you to the opposite side of her to get some distance between you and them.

one of the men called after you, “hey baby you want a cig?” you both stopped in your tracks and you drunkenly wandered over to the man while ryujin urgently gripped your hand- trying to pull you away.

you took the cigarette he had handed out your direction between your two fingers and asked for a lighter while you giggled. ryujin’s mind was racing and it wasn’t good thoughts.

“here baby, i have a light in my pocket one sec,” she let go of your hand to dig out the lighter as you sat yourself down on the concrete staircase. the two men seemed grossly pleased and one put out his cigarette while leaning dangerously close to you. ryujin shot him a disgusted look as she pulled out the lighter.

“why couldn’t we stay longer at the club jinnie i was having so much funn,” you pouted as ryujin leaned forward to light your cigarette and took a hit- blowing the smoke to the side of you. ryujin beckoned her hand to assist you up but your eyes wandered to the man next you as he began talking.

after taking a drink of the soju bottle in his right hand he attempted to compliment you, “you guys were clubbing? damn i bet all the guys were staring at you huh?” he pointed to you and ryujin bit the inside of her cheek and grabbed your free hand.

“we have to go love it’s too cold out,” you frowned and stood up- stomping over your barely used cigarette and the two of you walked a few meters while she snugged the coat around you and flipped off the two guys on the staircase.

she scolded you lightly, “those guys were too drunk y/n, you have to be careful ok? i don’t want you getting hurt.” she continued her speech as you struggled to unlock the door to your apartment a block ahead. she took the key from your hand gently and was grimacing as she got the door open, “the way they were looking at you made me want to throw up…”

you got inside and you both kicked off yours shoes. she took off your coat for you and you faced her, sobering up to prepare to apologize before she got closer to you and gripped your waist, she tucked a strand your hair behind your ear, “i’m mad ok. not at you but at all those guys from tonight.”

you pouted, “i’m sorry baby i didn’t even notice they were weird i should have been more careful.”

she grabbed your cheek with one hand and said between kisses down your neck, “i want you to be mine and mine only.”

your eyes widened and your legs tightened together as you felt a warmth form below. you shuddered at the feeling of her bites and soothing kisses that had now reached your collarbone.

she took off her jacket and threw it to the floor of your entryway and then turned her attention to you- who had leaned against the wall as she held your face in her hands.

“say it y/n please..”

“say what love?” you asked with innocence and your eyes took in her features making you bite down on the inside of your bottom lip in lust.

her face moved closer to yours so that your foreheads were touching and she sighed “say you’re mine.”

your hands moved quick- one to grab her waist and the other found her hair as you moaned into an open mouthed kiss. ryujin’s urgency and need to make her yours was blatant and seductive with her lips as her tongue parted yours and let itself in. she groaned into your mouth as her hand snaked up your thigh and starting rubbing underneath your dress over your panties where you needed her attention most.

her lips left yours and she closed in by your ear, “say it for me baby.”

you threw your head back against the door and moaned her name followed by what she wanted, “i’m all yours ryujin. all yours…” your breath was shallow and pleading.

she crouched down, pleased, and pressed kisses up your thighs before slipping your underwater to the side and lapping her tongue at your core as she lifted one of your legs over her shoulder. you took in the side, her face buried in you with her hair a mess in her tie and button up. you swallowed and a mess of her name and curses came out of your mouth as her tongue circled your clit before it mouth south and her nose rubbed against your sweet spot. your chest heaved up and down as one hand held the doorknob behind you for balance and the other laced itself in her dark hair. she smiled against you, looking at your eyes as you let out a loud, dirty noise from the pleasure and you felt the vibrations of her groans against your core. you felt a warm and familiar feeling at the bottom of your stomach rise to the top of your head and all throughout your limbs as her pace quickened and you were coming over the edge of your breaking point. you mewed her name and cursed violently as your vision became blurry and your senses came back to you. she napped gently at you with her tongue- soothing your climax and letting you come down before pressing a kiss against you and and breathing heavily as she pulled away- rubbing a mixture of spit and your wetness against the back of her hand. she looked back up at you and grinned, sitting up as she gently set your shaking legs down. she held your waist to balance you and kissed you sweetly- you could taste your honey like essence against her lips.

you both heaved heavily and erupted into small giggles as she escorted you to your bedroom to change. you slipped your dress over your head and she pointed to the purple marks on your neck and held back a laugh as she slipped on and oversized t-shirt. you turned to the mirror behind you and frowned- rubbing your neck and starting at the marks, “jinnie what do you DO…?”

she hugged you from behind, moving your hair and kissing the other side of your neck that she hadn’t ravished. her arms wrapped around your bare torso and she smiled, “i’m just letting everyone know what’s mine is mine.”

[corpsebasil]

heyy hope youre feeling ok! unis a bitch lmao, can you do one where y/n is betrothed/married to vasily and maybe shes a secret grisha? idk but shes sneaking around with nikolai but then vasily finds out or nikolai goes off to be sturmhond? something super angsty, you can decide how it ends! have funn

I have an idea but I’m not sure if it’s exactly what you want.

HESR ME OUT OKAY—

Warnings: cheating, smut, angst, etc 18+

^ that’s you getting caught with Vasily

Three years, seven months, eighteen days, three hours, and…six minutes since Vasily married you.

He isn’t abusive at all—not physically. He just likes to avoid you like the plague as if his Queen wasn’t the most important person in his life. If you’d wanted kids now you wouldn’t have them; Vasily had a son from his previous marriage, a union was was annulled after the girl was caught doing interesting things in a closet with her brother.

“I can excuse infidelity,” Vasily had said. “but not raw-dogging your family.”

Touche.

Now, somehow, it’s been a year since you’ve even laid eyes upon the King. He’s cozying up to foreign girls in the Southern cities, you assume. Vasily has never bothered to hide his own infidelities, of course, and you yourself have heard rumors of a bastard or two walking around the continent.

“You’re boring me.” A voice calls out and you glance up from your desk, your hand stilling over the paper’s you’ve been reading. Nikolai, slouched on the sofa in your private study, is barefoot and relaxed as he watches you work. “Entertain me.”

“I’m not a court jester.” You say, raising a brow as you look back to the paper. “Your brother’s son wants me to give him Sun Cast.”

“Sun Cast?” Nikolai snorts, tucking his toned arms behind his head. In a white button-up and rolled sleeves, dark pants perfectly cut against his strong legs, he looks absolutely sinful laid out the way he is. “Doesn’t Sun Cast have a Lord?”

“Yes, Lord Barlow. But your brother’s son—”

“He has a name.”

“—insists that he be given the castle upon his eighteenth name day.”

“A decent request for a future heir.”

“Sun Cast has more brothels and taverns than any city I’ve ever been to. More than any should have a right to have.”

“I know.” Nikolai smirks, wiggling his brows at you. “Excellent quality as well.”

Your annoyed look only makes him smile wider as you force yourself to scan the paper again, reading your brother’s son’s—Zorin’s—request. Finally you sign the document carefully, rolling it back up and pouring a wax seal onto the edge.

“I still don’t know why he couldn’t have just asked his father.” You continue, standing to tuck the paper into drawer. You’ll take it to the Council tomorrow. They can deal with Prince Zorin. “Vasily would’ve said yes without a second thought.”

“Yes but Vasily isn’t here,” Nikolai points out, standing as well to follow you out of the study. He stretches leisurely, a dramatic and slightly erotic sounding groan leaving him as he does so. At your unamused expression he winks. “and you are, my dear. Even if he had to wait a week he still got what he wanted.”

“He knows I can’t stand him.”

“I’m sure the feeling is mutual.” You roll your eyes as Nikolai approaches, lifting your chin up to meet his gaze. His fingers are warm on your jaw as his eyebrows furrow, expression suddenly more intent. “You’re doing a good job, you know. Being Queen. Everyone can see it.”

“All everyone sees are the endless meetings, and the bags under my eyes, and the other morning I snapped at a maid—”

“—and they still love you.” He interrupts smoothly, reaching up to use both his hands to cup your face. You pout, almost comically, and he grins. “Trust me. You are doing a good job. Vasily’s doing whatever he’s doing—”

“I know what he’s doing.”

“—and you’re here, keeping the kingdom together. We all commend you for it.”

You sigh and nod against his palms, peering up at him as he watches you for a moment. Your eyes narrow slightly and you give him a mischievous little smile.

“Why haven’t you ever requested Sun Cast, oh Lord of High-Quality Brothels?”

Nikolai’s answering smirk, followed by his words, make your blood run hot.

“I don’t need a brothel to make love to a beautiful woman, Your Majesty.” He says, cocking his head to the side. Your skin flushes pink as he tucks your hair behind your ears, his fingers lingering. “Or to admire one.”

You pull away, flustered and blushing, and it’s obvious Nikolai is holding back his laughter.

“Get out, you heathen.” You scoff, reaching over to grab the nearest rolled up piece of paper. You hold it like a weapon, armed and ready to defend your honor against visuals of Nikolai inside a brothel and what exactly he was doing in one. “Get out.”

“Hey, hey—hey!” Nikolai gasps dramatically when you whack him on the arm, then shrieks, diving out the door to your study as you give chase.

-

Three months later, Vasily brings his new mistress to court. High-born, of course, and very pretty, but it makes a mockery of not only your marriage, but also the crown.

“He can’t parade his whore around court for everyone to see.” Ser Dominik is ranting, halfway through the bottle of wine he and Nikolai have been sharing that evening. “I don’t care if he has bastards in the cities—we know about them. Bringing some woman from Saints knows where makes Y/N look like a cuck—”

“Easy.” Nikolai interrupts smoothly, raising a blond brow as his vivid eyes, such a startling blue, meet his best friend’s. “Don’t call her what you were about to call her.”

“Sorry.” Dominik mumbles, setting his goblet on the desk. He and Nikolai have been sequestered in the Prince’s rooms since dinner, talking about the red-headed beauty that had sat on the King’s lap all night. She’d fed him grapes and cheese from the platter in front of them, giggling shamelessly as you’d sat, stiff and annoyed, at the opposite end of the banquet table. “It’s just—Y/N…” Dominik trails off and Nikolai gives his friend a half-hearted smile.

“…is going to unleash Hell?” The prince offers. “I thought she was going a send her fork straight into the girl’s jugular when she had the audacity to refer to Y/N as Vasily’s ‘ball and chain’.”

Dominik laughs, then Nikolai does, and soon the two are shaking their heads in both disbelief and amusement.

“God, I hate your brother.” Dominik chuckles, taking a sip of wine. “No offense.”

“None taken.”

“You should check on her.” The knight suggests, raising a brow at Nikolai. “I’m sure she’d like to see you.”

“Me?” Nikolai’s brow raises in return. “Why me?”

“You know why.”

The silence that falls is tense and Nikolai swirls the wine around his glass, staring down at the purple liquid.

“I’m not sure what you’re suggesting.”

But he does.

In the past several months since you’d beaten him within an inch of his life with a piece of paper—his words, not yours—he’d grown closer to you. He spent as much time as he could—going to shows, spending evenings at the taverns you favored, even attending balls in distant cities as your guest.

He was your ‘date’, as some said. ‘Guest’, you’d both insisted.

But then there was the way he always found excuses to touch you. Holding your arm as you walked through the gardens together, teaching himself to braid your hair on cold nights when only books and the fireplace was your company, his hand on the small of your back as he directed you places, your smooth thumb wiping a trace of sugar from the corner of his mouth when you’d shared pastries together, his eyes always lingering on your soft, warm lips and—

“Don’t.” Nikolai blurts, his gaze darting up to Dominik’s open mouth. The poor knight hadn’t even begun to speak, yet.. “Don’t add fuel to the fire.”

The rumors, he means. Rumors of the way Prince Nikolai seems to gaze at you with lovesick adoration every time you look away.

“I’m not.” Dominik says, then blinks. “I won’t.”

“Good.” Nikolai stands abruptly and forces a stiff smile, lifting his brows to his friend. “I suppose I should check on our Queen, then.”

Dominik, watching his brother with a slightly amused smile, nods.

-

It’s a month later when Vasily decides to formally announce his mistress as his official lover. The entire court had been opposed, of course, to the diadem that had been placed upon the ginger’s head. You, seething and humiliated, had fled the throne room.

That night Nikolai arrives in your rooms to, as he refers to it, ‘talk shit’. You’re laughing and in a better mood than you could’ve hoped for soon, but then a knock hits your door.

“Lady Wife,” Vasily drawls, drunk and leaning heavily against the door of your chambers. Nikolai and you had been in the middle of a rather competitive card game. “Come with me.”

You had, to Nikolai’s dismay.

You’d endured it, knowing damn well that his mistress was sleeping in a room not far down the hallway.

You hate him.

Hate him.

-

“Don’t.” You start, almost two weeks later when Nikolai slips into your study, watching you organize your desk. “Don’t say it.”

“I miss you.”

You stiffen and clench the scroll in your hand, effectively crushing it.

“You let him have me.” You snap, then turn away. “I’m sorry. Don’t—”

“What would you have me do?” He breathes, coming up behind you to turn you around. You face him, eyes damp as he grasps your waist. “You have to talk to me, Y/N.”

“I wanted you to do something.”

“Do what?”

“It’s like—” you tuck your hair behind your ears, frustrated. “It’s like no one gives a shit that he’s disrespecting me every day. If anyone were to defend me I thought it would be you—”

“I cant.” He snaps, fingers digging into your skin. “I cant do a thing and I hate myself for it, trust me. Saints, if I could kill him I would—” he stops, noticing your wide-eyed gaze. “Forget that.”

“Nikolai.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for. “Please, just—” Please what? What?

“Y/N..” He groans, low in his throat, and leans into you, brushing your nose with his. “I want to protect you.”

“I know.”

“You shouldn’t be his. You shouldn’t be—you should be—“

“What?” You murmur, lips a fraction away from his. “Should be what?”

He grits his teeth and digs his fingers harder into you, making you gasp.

“Mine.” He finally says, reaching up to cup your neck in his hand. “You should be mine.”

The first kiss is bruising.

Youre both desperate, clinging to one another harshly as he tugs at the laces of your dress.

“Nikolai, you—“ you gasp, your eyebrows raising when he drops to his knees before you. His lips travel along your calf to your thigh, fingers tugging your underwear down in a quick movement: “Nik—” Your eyes roll back when he glides the tip of his tongue through your folds.

Fingers tangled in his hair you jolt, arching against him as he lashes his tongue against you, working you desperately towards your finish.

“Mmm..Nik—” You moan, nails scratching his scalp and he thrusts his tongue in and out of you, the warm muscle searching out the spot that makes you see stars. “Nik, I—”

He doesn’t let up.

You come against his mouth and gasp, his greedy tongue lapping up every inch he can reach. Then he’s lifting you onto your desk, scattering papers to the side.

“Please.” He mumbles against your mouth, hands tugging his pants down. “Please, I—”

Nikolai’s thrust is deep and quick, making you cry out into the skin of his shoulder. He grips you roughly, moving in sure, quick movements, slamming your cervix to Hell. Things on the desk rattle noisily, a several quills rolling off and hitting the floor. Your words are a jumble of moans and incoherent praise as he fucks you, hard and deep, making your head spin.

“Tell me you want me,” he begs, nipping the skin below your ear. “Tell me I’m yours.”

“Mine,” you gasp, walls pulsing around him as you reach a second peak. “fuck, Nikolai, yesyesyes—”

He groans as he finishes inside you, thighs hooked around his waist as his mouth crushes against yours, drawing your whimpers between his lips.

Moments later he sighs, burying his forehead into the crease of your shoulder.

“Still mine?” He questions, rubbing the ache out of your hips as your throat tightens.

“No.” You mumble, and he moves away.

Sorry

[boredright]

Blue Lock boys reacting to Reader suddenly kissing them (Part 1)

Rin Itoshi and Sae Itoshi

RIN ITOSHI

You and Rin were going to Japan. And currently you guys are waiting in airport for your plane to arrive.You got bored of watching Tiktoks or it's just that you were excited to meet Rin's parents.When you suddenly felt someone was staring at you. There were a group of girls who were sitting just beside you guys. And the fact that they were all drooling all over Rin made you itch. But your boyfriend was WAY too busy watching soccer match to even feel any stare. -_- You heard one of the girls say "damn isn't he hot." You felt angry and tried to give them a death stare but they just ignored it ." Rin" you whined."Hmm.""Look at me." As soon as he looked at you, you grabbed him by his collar and roughly but passionately kissed him. After few seconds you turned to see the girls angry and disappointed. "What..?" Rin asked bewildered. "Nothing, just had an urge to kiss you." You smirked but Rin was confused af .

SAE ITOSHI

It was the first time you came to Sae's football match. Everything was going fine until the match reached half time . You were ask to kiss a random dude beside you and you guys were shown in the "kiss cam" (there is somehow a kiss cam in football match☠️). Although you rejected but Sae was furious about it. After match when you tried to congratulate Sae, him kept on ignoring you."Babe I am so proud of you, you did amazing!" Ignored. "Is everything alright?" You asked."Yeah." "Don't yeah me. Tell me what's wrong. Is it about the kiss cam or something." "And what if I say yes. What are you going to do about it? I just don't like when people ship you with others.Like you belong to me." He said the last part more like a whisper.As you expected Sae was jealous.You let out a chuckle."What's so funn-. Before he could finish you pressed your lips with his. Without hesitation he kissed you back and deepen the kiss. Your hand moved to his cheekbone and he pressed his hand on your waist."Of course I am all yours". You smiled. Sae Itoshi on the other hand is blushing like crazy.

Should I do a Part 2 :)