#(look.... look i'm trying to be patient anyway if you could PLEASE consider most of the references i'm showing here i'd greatly appreciate)

[churipu]

THE MOMENT THEY REALIZE THEY'RE IN LOVE ִ ࣪𖤐

featuring. gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, itadori yuuji, toji fushiguro x reader

warnings. cursing, college! au, toji being a single father during his second term of uni (i searched that most japanese college uses 2 terms or trimester system / 3 terms, 1 term of uni in japan is around 15 weeks apparently) -> please tell me if i get this wrong.

note. omg, for the anons who have sent in requests to me, i apologize if these came out before your requests did, i'm trying to empty out my drafts :( but pls note that i am not ignoring your requests at all, it will be written, i promise <;33

GOJO SATORU

when he finds himself checking his phone countless of times, waiting for your message

i promise you, you both started out as work partners in one of your lectures. the two of you were complete strangers to each other — he doesn't know you, and you don't know him. but, either way, the two of you had to get to know each other because this was a crucial grade to pass this lecture.

gojo never thought about having feelings towards you, his work partner. he thought to himself, he'd just get this work done, pass this lecture, and never see you again.

but fate is a funny thing.

the way you made him feel like he wasn't just special because of his face, but his heart too. whereas most people in campus would consider him the pretty boy who could go head-to-head with the hottest celebrities — they just think of him as a pretty boy. and gojo would just go along with them, he gets used to it.

but you? you didn't consider him special at all. although, you did make him feel special the way other people can't.

gojo deep down, knows he was fucked up the moment he finds himself checking his phone to see if you'd reply to his messages, and when you do, he gets so happy. gojo was never a fast responder to everyone — because he practically receives the same kind of messages, "gojo hang out with us", "gojo go out with me", "gojo i like you".

but with you? he won't waste a second at all. even if sometimes you didn't reply as fast as he does, because you are a busy person in campus. you'll work on that after you both started dating, i promise.

SUKUNA RYOMEN

when you stood up for him when nobody would.

sukuna, how do i say this? not everyone is fond of him, people are scared of him — they talk shit behind his back, and don't dare to approach him. people dreaded when they have to be in the same group with him, despite the fact that he actually works; they still think he's a bad person.

"you guys are talking shit to a person who's in our group, if you want to say something to him, have the balls to say it to his face. and while he's here, why don't you tell him about it?" you tell the two people who were sitting beside you, who had been talking in whispers about how they were unlucky to be grouped up with sukuna.

and sukuna? he could honestly care less, he'd gotten used to those kind of things anyway. but when you actually stood up for him, he could only look at you with an amused smile.

he's definitely curious about you after that day — he has pride. and he'd never admit that he's actually pretty thankful that you, the first person to stand up for him, actually did what you did. because now people are a little terrified of being told off by you.

sukuna finally sucks it up at the end of the semester and tries to talk to you. yes, it took him the whole semester to talk to you, asking you for your number, and then thanking you for what you did because nobody has ever done that before to him.

ITADORI YUUJI

when you went all out to tutor him so he'd pass his lectures, teaching him patiently when he doesn't understand something.

yuuji hates studying. and when his lecturer asked you to tutor him, he feels extremely bad for you — he feels that he'd just going to waste your time tutoring him, when he knows that he's going to fail this one subject.

but when you reassured him, and encouraged him. saying that you will do anything to teach him so that he could pass, he gets a little emotional at the thought. you both were just mere classmates, and he barely knows you, vice versa.

when he doesn't understand a topic, he gets so frustrated at himself for not being able to understand it. but you, you were very patient with the male, reassuring him that you had the time to teach him over so that he will be able to understand the said topic.

and when he does finally understand, he gets so happy. he started looking forwards to your tutoring sessions, and like everyone said: if you enjoy something, it passes by quickly. and it's true, yuuji feels like time went by in a flash, and the exams soon started.

he passed with flying colors, he makes sure that you know about his grades — and points out that without you, he wouldn't be able to pass. yuuji, gets a little upset when he realizes that if the exams are over, you had no more tutoring sessions with him; which meant no more conversations.

so he has to ask you out right then, he didn't want to just return as mere classmates. he wanted to be more than that.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

when you didn't care about his shitty reputation of being a single father while still being on the second term of uni.

being a single parent is hard enough. not to mention, in university. not married, with a baby itself gets a lot of unwanted (negative) attention — toji, who once failed to get a babysitter on a weekday, and so he had to bring his eight month old son to class.

his son—megumi— was a calm baby, thankfully. the young one didn't cry or babble during lectures, and he just slept through it. toji was a little relieved to say the least, but ever since people find out about him being a single father to an eight month old baby, a lot of assumptions and words have gone around.

toji hated group works, especially when he has to pick the group himself. people didn't want a single father to be in their group, they assumed that the male would focus on his baby and ends up deserting the group work.

so when that particular day where he has to bring megumi to campus, strapped on a baby carrier on his chest. his lecturer just had to give out a partner work, and to add the cherry on top; the lecturer left the class to choose their own partner. so the male sat on his place, a pencil in between his nose and upper lip as he puckered them lightly — hearing his classmates choosing each other.

he figured that he could just do this and get the grade himself, solo. but when you came up and slipped into the seat next to him, he was of course surprised.

you asked him if he would like to partner up with you for this work, and after a few seconds, he accepted your offer.

toji knew it was getting bad when you didn't care about what people say about you getting close to him. just by choosing him for this work made your reputation falter a bit, and he was honestly ready for you to back out of the partner work.

but you didn't, and he knew it's bad for him, his feelings, and his heart.

the way you treated him and megumi like they're both normal (which they are normal humans), and the way you always make him feel included makes his heart race. sometimes, when he fails to look for a babysitter when you both are working for this project, you tell him he didn't have to since megumi is a calm baby.

he finds himself in awe when baby megumi plays with you during both of your little meet ups outside of class to do the project. he's in love.

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[anakin-skywalker-always]

Fluffy 🌸 with Clone Wars Anakin please? 🥺🥺 with maybe Ahsoka and Obi-Wan shipping them?

The Long Game

Pairing: Clone Wars Era!Anakin x Jedi!Knight Reader 

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: Nothing too bad, but due to the nature of the Clone Wars obviously there is potential mentions of death/loss/wounds etc. I am Australian and therefore swear words aren’t worth a warning for me, but I shall place a warning here regardless. As always, let me know if you think there should be something listed here. 

Words: 1.5k - sorry its very short, I'm hoping a part 2 will be requested <3

Author’s Notes: ahhhhh! Thank you for the request @darthgloris I hope this is okay I had a brief idea and I ran with it, hope its still fluffy enough for you! 🥰 This was requested via my Emoji Request Prompts

Anakin was nothing if not arrogant, egotistical and, surprisingly talented to boot. As a youngling he excelled, as a Padawan learner he saved Senator and friend Padmé Amidala’s life more than once. Now, as General Skywalker, Anakin felt like he had grown into himself, grown into his power. It felt limitless, he was limitless. Anakin often had dreams of spreading himself thin, extending his power across the galaxy like a blanket, keeping everyone and everything safe.

He thought highly of himself, it wasn’t a secret. And, he didn’t think it was particularly a problem. He was the Chosen One, was he not? If anyone in the Jedi Temple was allowed to peacock a bit, it was him. 

Well, that’s how Anakin rationalised it to himself anyway. Besides, Anakin did not like playing the long game. What was the point when he could sieze everything he wanted now? 

Regardless, he had a sharp learning curve when it came to his own Padawan learner, Ashoka Tano. The snippy young girl challenged him more than most. He saw so much of himself in her, the power, the strength, the raw talent. Frustratingly, Anakin saw his faults in her too. Occasionally, the arrogance being something that Anakin couldn’t ignore. Like right now for example. 

“Please Kestis the only reason you were moved from youngling to Padawan,” Ashoka paused, pointing her spoon at her young red-headed friend. “Is because the council wanted to try and mellow out your Master with the responsibility of a child.” 

Anakin cringed as the young boy - Cal Kestis - pouted at the breakfast table. Anakin could sense Obi-wan’s displeasure from beside him, he saw his old master holding his tongue, allowing Anakin to take the floor in order to berate his Padawan. 

Unfortunately, she had a point. And, embarrassingly enough, Ashoka’s argument came straight from the kitchen, so they say. Well, his mother, Shmi, used to say. Anakin remembered expressing the same frustration only a few weeks prior. Jedi Knight, Jedi Master, Council member and friend, Y/N L/N, was unable to join Anakin and Ashoka on a crucial mission in the outer rim, due to the passover of her new, young apprentice: Cal Kestis. It perhaps wasn’t the most fair or patient thing for Anakin to do, but he blamed the boy and focused all of his frustration on the twelve-year-old. 

Fuck it, Anakin thought. He had to admit to himself, he was a little jealous of the boy. He could not help but want to be the center of your attention, at all times. Which isn’t a very Jedi thing to want. But Anakin wanted more. He always did. He always felt distracted, like he was slipping away from his mental fortitude the more he thought of you. You were playing some kind of long game with him, and he didn’t like it, the guessing, the pining - it all kept him up at night more than the war had. 

Anakin supposed he was ought to be worried about it, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He pined after you, and all he wanted was for you to maybe, even consider him more than a work colleague. 

“Ahsoka.” Anakin said sternly, as he pushed his Jedi mandated food around his Jedi mandated plate with his Jedi mandated fork, not bothering to look up at his young charge. “Watch your snippy mouth.” 

“She’s not wrong, Master.” Meekly, Cal Kestis mirrored General Skywalker across the table. Anakin felt for the young boy then. Anakin looked up, finally taking in the boy. With his fiery hair and splattering of freckles across his face, he seemed inherently sad, with his lips held tight in a line. Anakin couldn’t help but remember the same expression on his own face as he made his way around Watto’s junkyard. 

“Do you not like your Master, young Kestis?” Obi-wan sensed Anakin’s mind was far, far away, the anxiety rolling off him in thick waves. 

Cal looked up, quickly, at the two Jedi knights in front of him. He felt like he was in shock, as if the air had been torn from his lungs. Of all the questions he expected to be asked, that was not one of them. 

“No!” Cal defended, adamantly. “No! Well yes!” The young Padawan could feel the heat rise to his pale face, heating the back of his neck. General Kenobi quirked an eyebrow at the boy, urging him to continue. Kestis sighed, gathering his thoughts once more. He was embarrassed. “I am afraid I am too attached to Master L/N.” He started. Anakin felt his lip twitch, fighting a smile at the honesty from the young learner. Cal continued, “I don’t want to let her down, but my lightsaber skills are not where she wants them to be, I need more training but I am afraid to ask.” 

From the corner of his eye Anakin watched as Obi-wan opened his mouth. He knew what his old master would say: Just ask, Padawan. That is what the master is there for, to teach. But Anakin knew what it felt like to want more. 

“I would be happy to provide you with additional combat training, Padawan Cal Kestis.” Anakin leant back in his chair, both hands happily resting behind his head, left ankle at home on his right knee, lips comfortably in a smirk. 

Long game it was. 

Your eyes scanned the meals room in the Temple for your Padawan learner. You knew that you could use the force to locate him, if you wanted. But, your relationship with Cal was still so new, and somehow that felt like encroaching on the young boy’s privacy. 

Besides, there was another presence in the large dining hall that almost overwhelmed you. Anakin Skywalker. 

Arrogant, talented, intelligent, calculated, The Chosen One, handsome, flirtatious. You weren’t sure where you stood with Anakin. You longed to call him friend, but you were ultimately convinced he saw you little more as a colleague. 

Despite all that though, he was a hard man to escape at the best of times. And now, since Cal and Anakin’s Padwan, Ahsoka Tano, were friends, you knew that Anakin would always be around. 

You couldn’t help the schoolgirl flutter that it striked into you. It was exciting, you supposed, to finally have something a bit easy on the eye about constantly. It certainly made the war a little easier, to do missions with Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker. 

Eventually, Cal’s beautiful bright hair shone like a beacon for you. You began to weave your way across the room. You couldn’t help to admit that you’ve become attached to him, you deeply cared for him, his wellbeing. As much as you loved the Jedi, you often thought of Cal playing, running free with kids his own age. Not becoming a soldier on the front lines of an intergalactic war. Perhaps that was why you slacked on Cal’s training. You simply wanted him to be loved, to be happy, to be a child. 

All of the fondness you held so tightly quickly got packed away once you realised who Cal was sat with. Approaching the breakfast table you clocked Anakin’s relaxed figure. The effortlessly beautiful set of his lips, the way that his eyelashes curled upwards, you were convinced his demeanour was larger than life. And, maybe, perhaps, you let your eyes wander for a beat longer than what was socially acceptable. 

Gently you placed your hand on Cal’s shoulder, perhaps it was because you were his Master, or maybe it was something deeper, something maternal, but you always felt more at ease when you had him close. With a slight bow of your head, you opened:

“Morning to you Master Kenobi, Ahsoka.” You took a moment to lick your lips, your whole mouth had gone dry, but you tried desperately to save yourself from Anakin’s piercing gaze. “General Skywalker.” The rest greeted you verbally, but Anakin said nothing, just a simple tilt of his head. You held Anakin’s gaze, his blue eyes held something else in them, you felt like he was playing some kind of game. You didn’t mind game, but only if you knew the rules, and Anakin was one to make up the play as he went along. You felt Cal clear his throat, his body lurching under your hand.

Finally, you broke the contact with Anakin, ruffiling Cal’s hair, and placing his braid behind his ear. “If you’d excusae us, my Padawan and I have much to do.” 

Anakin waited for at least 30 seconds for you and your Padawan to start walking away before he turned in his chair to follow you out with his eyes. 

Ahsoka watched as her usually oh-so-clever and suave and calculating Master watch Cal Kestis and his Master leave the dining hall like a Lothal Cat waiting for its owner to return. She couldn’t help but smile, Anakin’s pining was hilarious, and Master L/N was a good choice. She turned to share a look with Master Kenobi, and to Ahsoka’s delight he was chuckling softly to himself, coving his smile with his hand, playing it off as if he was simply stroking his beard. 

Ahsoka knew Anakin thought he was playing some kind of long game, but it was going to be a painfully long pining. Not if she was going to have anything to do with it.

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P.S This is a side account, my main is @mayhemories, so I will be answering any comments with that account but rest assured it is still me :) <3

Much love, El. 

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[cozycottagetarot]

Quick Pick: Messages From Your Person

Hello, my loves! It's been way too long, but I'm finally back (hopefully for a long time) with a new reading as well as a bit of a rebrand. Today's reading is focused on messages from your person (kind of in the realm of a future spouse but generally a long-term partner) but I think for some of you it may come across as a current partner as well.

This is a pretty experimental reading for me. I want to start including an 'energy check' of sorts to help you better figure out if a pile is for you or not. I've done 'channelled' messages before but I felt weird about them so I've decided to give it a try again. The message aspect of this reading is just a free-flow writing of the cards that were pulled. And of course, I decided to play around a little bit more with my graphics. I'm always open to feedback, so I'd love to gather your thoughts on the set-up and reading itself.

Elle 🌿

P.S. I'm trying to re-do my masterlist but can't locate all my old pacs easily. If you come across one, I wouldn't mind if you send me the link. 🙏

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Disclaimer: When reading tarot, my aim is to focus on self-reflection and seeking guidance. The readings you'll find here are designed to add a pinch of fun and entertainment to your day. While I might sprinkle in some advice that hopefully vibes with you, please remember that these insights aren't a substitute for any professional advice you might need-- after all, you know your journey best! For any love-related or future-focused readings, consider them captivating musings exploring possibilities. Divination inspired stories even. I can't predict the future but I do hope to add some enjoyment and insights into your everyday. Lastly my darlings, please take from these readings what resonates with you most, be it some, all or none, and leave the rest. 🌟

PILE 1

Note: Pile 1 your pile gave me absolute hell the first time around 😭. I was writing/channelling the message and the energy literally just gave way at one point, I was flabbergasted 🫨. Anyway, the second pull was much clearer, but I included notes I felt were important from the first pull in the post-reading notes section.

Your Energy:

Going through an awakening. A need or call for self-reflection. A new cycle is beginning. You must face what you are running from within, but you must also be patient. Rely on your inner strength. Needing to learn more about yourself before doing/trying something different. Potentially finding yourself in part of a mentorship. Connecting with people similar to yourself. Navigating regrets. Needing to let go of the old you. Needing to ground yourself.  A strong energy of needing to look within yourself. It is time to prepare yourself for your next journey.

The Message:

Can you let the past go? We’ve been through so much, the both of us, on our own and together. Why do you hold on to it when our future is waiting for us? I know I hurt you and I apologize. You didn’t deserve any of the pain I caused you. I don’t blame you [it felt like there was a specific reason but I couldn’t get the specifics] but I feel lost without you. I could tell you why, I want to, but words mean nothing without action. You know my story. My relationship with my mother, how that shaped me. You know I love the attention of it all, having everyone’s eyes on me. Makes me feel good.. makes me feel. But no one else’s attention mattered like yours did. I felt most close to myself with you. Please, please let go of that version of me you’re holding onto in your head. I’m taking space because I need to heal. I need to heal my relationship with me first before I can heal it with us. This isn’t goodbye; just so long for now. I’m taking time to put that me in the past too and find myself and what I want from this life. I mean it’s simple really, I want you, us. I want to give you the good life you deserve, but I need to fix myself first. Give me the self-love I deserve.

Post-Reading Notes:

There’s a mature, sad regretful energy. Someone on a journey of self-exploration. Two hurting souls who met at the wrong time. One of you may be further along in your healing journey or you’ve both healed parts of yourself and your relationship that the other one hasn’t healed yet.

First Pull Notes:

One of the first things that came to mind for me is a dark night of the soul… I haven’t heard that term in so long and I’ve completely forgotten what it means, but for someone in this pile, I feel like that may resonate a lot. Going through a tough time. Blow after blow. Your higher self or inner wisdom is trying to reach you. Introspection before a new beginning. An ending of something you don’t want to let go of?

Big things are happening in your life, and significant changes are taking place even though it might not seem that way right now. Lots of air energy. Gaining mental clarity is super important for you right now. Breakup vibes? You two are like opposite sides or motivations of the same energy. Holding on when you know you should let go. This is definitely your person (one of the cards literally says ‘You’re my person’).

PILE 2

Your Energy:

For some of you are at the end of suffering but lying to yourself about the truth of the outcome, while for others you’re running from the mistakes made along the way. Maybe it's both. You’re still grieving all that is lost, be gentle with yourself. Hard work and consistency may await you but keep at it. Adventure is closer than you think. You’re on the brink of success. Moving forward hurts, but you must. Your person (or something you've been romanticising) is waiting for you. You just have to be brave enough to step through the gate. Opportunities are coming your way. If you're interested in floral hobbies or embroidery go for it.

The Message:

I hear you. I haven’t given up on you. I hear the songs you play for me, I hear the songs of your heart. You’re my love, my soulmate. We were meant to be, you and me. You’re not crazy or insane, or any other term you demean yourself with. You’re my everything. I can feel your soul even though we’re apart. If I close my eyes hard enough, I can feel you there. I can see your sparkling soul mirroring mine... sad eyes, bright smile, you leave me in awe. I know you call to me, and I’m sorry I’m not there. Don’t hate me for it, please. I’m leaving behind all that has been holding me back… the same as you. I’m sorry it’s so lonely. I want to meet. What do you say? Impromptu trip to the tropics? Somewhere cold? I just want to escape the world with you and lie in your arms. You’re my home. I sit in your energy and let it guide me your way. But I do need time. Please be patient with me. I haven’t abandoned you. I’m finding me, for you. I dream about you so often and being the kind of person you’d inspire me to be.

Post-Reading Notes:

"I need you to run to me, run to me, lover." (Run by Hozier, the chorus specifically. I know the song is supposed to be a metaphor but I'm suggesting it at face value). A very healing energy to your person's messages. Your person could also fantasise about you a lot... in a non-x-rated 18+ kind of way. It was mentioned on one of the cards but that part of the card felt awkward in the rest of the cards. They’re possessive, it doesn't seem like in a negative or extreme way but again, that's not something that was strong or clear. There’s something to do with the attention of others. They just want to be yours completely… Honestly, a submissive yet dominant kind of energy. A protector and/or provider (take that as you will) who is absolutely smitten with you and will do anything you say.

I don't typically read for it, but one of the cards had twin flame written on it. It could also be symbolic of mirroring each other in your personal journeys in life.

PILE 3

Your Energy:

Powerful yet solitary energy. A new chapter of your life. Accomplishing a big goal. Moving to a new location. Creating a good foundation for yourself in preparation for what comes next. Balancing your energies. Sleep issues. Struggling with anxiety or managing thoughts after a traumatic event. Celebration. Having security. Authoritarian role or vibes.

The Message:

Okay, I can do this: I can’t get you off of my mind. I’m constantly thinking of you, viewing your content, trying to set myself up to run into you. I know it’s silly, especially since you hurt me. Who pines after the person that hurt them? Well, it wasn't meant to be mean. You’re just so mysterious I can’t ever read you and it or you make me nervous. I’m always worrying about what to say. I want to talk to you but opening up to others is hard. I’m afraid I’ll start crying or you’ll hear my voice crack. You’re my person. I’m sure of it. You’re everything I’ve hoped for in a person, everything I dream about before I go to sleep at night. You’re doing so well for yourself, but I want to spoil you and be there for you. Not always materially. I know you can cover that for yourself. But being there for you and spending time with you… I heard you were seeing someone. I hope it’s not true and even if it is, I hope it doesn't last. No, I’m not sorry. I’m going to work up the courage to reach out to you soon.

Post-Reading Notes:

Oh Pile 3, you’re so intimidating to your person. Secret admirer vibes. I definitely think you’ve got a very serious or professional energy and an intimidating appearance. That may especially be true if you’re taller than average for your demographic/s. The energies here feel very balanced or neutral (not heavily feminine or masculine) on both your end and theirs.

PILE 4

Your Energy:

Such a beautiful light-hearted energy. There’s such a beautiful and hopeful energy in this relationship here but it’s also possible someone or something is working against you right now. A very important decision is being made. Someone could be trying to take something from you, but keep going. You’ve got this incredible power/energy to you. Vows are super important, be it making them with someone else or making a vow to yourself to gain or achieve something. Collaboration. Having everything you need to succeed. There could be challengers coming your way but you're strong enough to overcome them.

The Message:

I’m sorry. I don’t know, that was immature of me. I swear it wasn’t like you thought but don’t worry I’m going to do better. Honest. You know, I dream about us being together and growing old. I dream about our kids. They’re so stinking cute. We’ve still got growing to do, ok, or I’ve still got growing to do. Please talk to me. You know I hate it when you give me the silent treatment. I know I disappeared on you and that wasn’t cool. I just get so… I care about you a lot. I don’t want to see you hurt. I want the best for you. I know I act all big and bad but I’m a softie at heart. That fight was weird. I don’t like it. It wasn’t like us. It meant nothing I know. Would you pack up and run away with me if I asked? I hate the distance between us right now. Im always listening to our playlist. I know I acted like I'm uninterested in something serious but I am. I want you. I miss you. I want to spoil you and give you everything you deserve. Just give me a chance. Please hear me out.

Post-Reading Notes:

The vibes while doing the reading felt like very young vibes? There’s a youthfulness there. Someone who either is actually young in age or hasn’t grown up emotionally in a certain aspect. It felt like they did something prideful that was hurtful to you and you two are in a disconnect during the moment captured in the reading. It didn’t feel like a serious fight. More so when you’re upset with someone and acting like you’re madder than you really are (your vibes) and the other person is sweating and begging you to talk to them again (their vibes).

Also, idk why but Peter Parker kept coming into my head 🕸️. I’m not feeling to analyse it so take it as you will.

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[misc-obeyme]

heyyy!!!! It's for the Kinktober list \o/

Solomon and breeding kink please babes ❤️

Drink water, sleep 8 hours and eat three healthy meals a day!!! Luvoo

Hey there, anon!

Okay I already had a prompt for Solomon for Kinktober when I got this ask, but I was like listen. Is it really a CC event if I don't get more requests for Solomon than any other character? So now I feel like it's just tradition.

Also I can't believe I didn't include Solomon's pact marks in the other kinktober post I wrote for him! I didn't even realize until I'd posted it and then I was like how is it that I didn't mention them at all?? I'm so into it, it's ridiculous and yet... anyway, this gave me the chance to include them so I feel that makes up for it a little bit. One of these days I'm gonna write a smut fic that's like... about those marks 'cause they just do something to me.

Anyway, I did afab reader so hopefully that's okay! I also feel the need to thank you for telling me to drink water and so on. Those are all things I almost never do lol. Sometimes I eat three meals a day, but are they healthy?? No. They aren't. Right, sorry for the ramblings lol.

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

AFAB!MC x Solomon

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: breeding, penetration (reader receiving)

You were on the sofa in Cocytus Hall in the middle of a heavy make out session with Solomon when you pulled away. Solomon let out a breath at the loss of your lips, but he didn't say anything. You met his eyes, saw the desire in them and the question.

You reached down deliberately to put your hand on his erection. Solomon closed his eyes and tensed, trying not to react to the feeling of it.

"We haven't even been doing this that long and you're already hard," you said quietly.

Solomon took hold of your wrist and pulled your hand up. He leaned in, his lips against your ear. "I'm sorry, MC. I guess I'm just that eager to breed you."

A thrill ran down your spine and you shuddered in his arms. Your reaction caused him to laugh softly against your skin.

"Ah, I knew it," he said. "That's what you want, isn't it?"

You flushed, but you couldn't exactly disagree. "So what if it is?"

Solomon laughed again. "You're so cute, MC," he said. "But you don't have to hold back. If that's what you want, all you have to do is say it."

You huffed. You tried to look away from him, but the close proximity made it difficult. You considered refusing to say anything else, but your own arousal was creeping in now and you didn't think you would actually be able to resist him.

You switched tactics, turning into him. You pulled your wrist from his hand and tugged on his belt buckle. You pressed your lips to his neck and said, "I want you to breed me, Solomon."

Solomon pulled you up off the sofa, his hands already moving beneath the fabric of your clothes. He removed your shirt, kissing along your collarbones as you finally unbuckled his belt. Your pants went next, soon followed by his cloak and shirt, too.

You paused now that Solomon's bare chest was before you. You looked into his eyes for a moment. He waited to see what you would do.

You ran your fingertips over his pact marks. He stayed still as you did so, patiently watching you. It wasn't as though you hadn't seen them before, but most of the time it was easy to forget they were there, hidden beneath his clothes.

Solomon allowed you to be mesmerized by them for a few moments before he turned you around and pulled you against him. Your back nestled against his chest. He still had his pants on, but they were open enough to let his cock free and you could feel it pressed against you. Solomon's lips trailed down your neck, his fingertips trailing beneath the waistband of your underwear.

You felt your body heat up and found yourself filled with impatience. If you let him, Solomon would continue to tease you for some time before finally giving you what you wanted. So you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You removed your underwear yourself, adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Then you put your knees on the sofa, bracing yourself against the back of it.

You arched your back and said, "Hurry up, I can't wait anymore."

Solomon made a groaning sound behind you, but you couldn't see him anymore. It was only moments before you felt him behind you. He kissed down your spine while reaching around to stimulate your clit with his fingers. You pushed against them, letting out a small moan as you sought more of that feeling.

"Solomon, please," you begged.

As you had hoped, that was enough to make him finally push his cock inside you. You were wet and ready, taking it in easily and moaning at the way it felt.

Solomon didn't hold back now. He had one hand on your hip and one hand on your clit as he pounded into you. The angle allowed for deep penetration and you felt your body unraveling with each thrust. The sparks of pleasure ran through your veins, the tension building in your legs and your back, your muscles tightening.

The hand on your hip moved up to rest on your back as Solomon leaned forward further. "You're so ready for me," he said, his voice heavy and shaking with his own impending orgasm. "I'm going to fill you up."

You cried out incoherently as you came, his words sending you right over the edge. Solomon seemed to anticipate this, both hands moving to hold your hips steady as you clenched around him.

Just as he promised, you could feel his hot cum filling you up as he came, your name spilling sweetly from his lips.

From then on, you found it was a simple matter to get Solomon to breed you. As he had said himself, all you had to do was say it.

flufftober | kinktober | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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[opultea]

Hi!!!! I just read your abnormal love languages head canons and they were all so *squeals and starts kicking legs like a middle schooler with a crush*

Anyway, could I please request headcanons of Alhaitham, Albedo, Heizou, Tighnari and Dottore (if that's too much, just Tighnari and Albedo are okay!) with a GN!reader who likes to listen to their S/O's heartbeat when they cuddle? You can make it fluff or hurt/comfort, I'm not picky ^-^! Thank you so much, and have a nice day/night!

Note: Aww I'm so glad you liked it! Hopefully this one is just as heart fluttering (❁´◡`❁)

The Sound of You

Genshin men with an s/o who likes to listen to their heartbeat ft. Albedo, Heizou, Tighnari, Dottore - GN Reader (No Pronouns) - Fluff - Romantic - SFW

Albedo

It wasn't often the Head Alchemist of the Knights of Favonious was seen

He was a busy man, not to mention a bit recluse considering his main research lab presided halfway up a mountain

If you asked the people of Mondstadt what they thought Albedo would be up to at this time, you would receive a myriad of responses detailing the curious and admiring thoughts that came to their minds

"Oh, the Chief Alchemist? No doubt busy working away in his lab, such a diligent young man! If only my own grandson were so hard working..."

"Whatever Albedo's doing it's sure to be spectacular! He's so precise and level-headed, it feels like there's nothing he couldn't do!"

It would take the public by surprise that the cool-headed, conscientious chief alchemist was, as of this moment, curled up in the most comfortable chair in his Dragonspine lab, warming by the fire with you perched in his lap

They were right about one thing, Albedo was busy and hard working

But the moments he deemed acceptable for breaks were the ones you both cherished the most

Albedo knew you loved nothing more than pressing your head into his chest, nuzzling closer to hear the steady beat of life in him

So he always indulged you whenever you asked, or even when you tried to trick him into it by overstating how cold you were in an attempt to get him to hold you

He always obliged anyway

Often you would read and he would sketch you, the two of you enjoying your entanglement in the quiet filled only by the soft crackle of the fire and the in-sync beating of your hearts

Heizou

Heizou loves to indulge your habit of listening to his heartbeat

Anything to get your head nuzzled into his chest!

As soon as he arrived home from work, he would zoom to the bed, grabbing you along the way to situate you in a nice relaxing cuddle

He'd tell you all about the case he solved that day as he laid back against the headboard, his hand behind his head and the other on your back, holding you close to him

Once he's finished his story, he looks down to admire you, eyes closed and smiling gently

"Whatcha doing there sweetheart?"

"Just listening to your heart,"

"And what does it say?"

"Hmm, well it seems to be speaking in morse code,"

"Oh? I think it might be saying: I love you,"

Heizou tickles your sides and chuckles as you laugh, trying to escape him by playfully slapping at his arms and rolling along the bed

Once he retreats from his assault, you joke that if Heizou's heartbeat was actually the morse code for 'I love you' he would probably be dead

"You're right lovebug, but it's still true,"

Tighnari

As forest watchers, you were always taking care of everything around you

The forest, the other rangers, the poor souls that stumbled into the rainforest and happened apon a poisonous mushroom

The many duties the two of you had meant that you were always off doing something, whether Tighnari was clearing a withering zone while you took care of patients, or he was giving a lecture on edible flora while you patrolled, the two of you were always busy caring for others

So during the evenings after dinner, when you're finally officially off work, the two of you like to cuddle up in your shared hut and take care of each other for a while

You'll chat about your respective days, lamenting the time you were apart but mostly just indulging in the time you now have together

At some point, as you usually do, your head leans down to rest on Tighnari's torso, fully enjoying just being with him for a while

Once Tighnari realises that you're listening to his heart beating he huffs in amusement

"What? You checking to see if I'm still alive? I can guarantee that no matter how hard my day is that I won't be dying because of it,"

You argue that it's just comforting for you and he teases you all the same

Although it's not like he's moving away or anything

In fact, he soon wraps his tail around your waist like a blanket to keep you there

Turns out that he's found a love for you listening to his heart too

Dottore

Many of the Harbingers have a main office in which they complete paperwork and have subordinates report to them

Although Dottore also has one, he often leaves it empty, tending to prefer his lab as a place of work

Why would he hide behind a desk all day when he could be carving a new vector of science, forged in the name of discovery?

That said, there were days when the load of paperwork was unavoidable, and the office was a safer choice to complete it, lest a segment or subordinate spill something important on the equally as important but less interesting papers

So when a Fatuus walked into the Second Harbinger's office, they were surprised to see the doctor at all, but were even more surprised to see you sitting pretty in his lap

"What?" The Doctor harshly asked. He wasn't too happy about being interrupted, although you looked fine, smiling sweetly with your head in the crook of Dottore's neck

Dottore's sharp voice cut through the Fatuus' shock as they tried to get through their report without staring at you. Seeing the Second Fatui Harbinger as a magnet for such affections was rare after all, even impossible

The Fatuus watched the Doctor sigh and saw how you snuggled into him in response, rubbing your cheek against his neck and closing your eyes with a smile

"If you're finished with your gawking, you are dismissed."

The Fatuus shoulders stiffened as they saluted, quickly leaving the office and the strange scene

Once they were gone, Dottore asked you whether you had to do this now

"Of course, I love listening to your heart, it's so steady and calm. And we never get to do this in the lab, since you're always standing. So this is the perfect place!"

Your reasoning truly stumped him, but he let you do as you pleased

After all, you were right about one thing: it was rare that you got to sit with him like this. So he supposed he could let you continue, at least for now

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #albedo x reader #heizou x reader #tighnari x reader #dottore x reader #zandik x reader #genshin albedo #genshin heizou #genshin tighnari #genshin dottore #gender neutral reader #genshin x gn reader #no pronouns #fluff #sfw #romantic #cuddling #cuddles

[florallylly]

finally caved and posted bc i have the most delicious idea ...

those spiderman/deadpool crossovers for steddie but like also following mcu backstories bc i unforch have never read the comics OKAY . be patient with me please

eddie munson as deadpool and steve harrington as morena baccarin's character but set in high school. like maybe after breaking up with nancy and getting beat up by billy, steve goes looking for something to help with the pain (migraines? maybe bc he just got the shit kicked out of him a week ago and he has a hairline fracture from that dumb plate? you decide...). either way, everyone says that eddie munson deals at that picnic table behind the school.

somehow, the two of them end up together. i'm trying to decide between a fwb situation with mutual pining or a whirlwind romance established relationship, but it always ends with eddie munson being diagnosed with cancer.

now this follows the general plot from the deadpool movie with the experimentation/clinical trials for a miracle cure and eddie becomes a mutant (bc deadpool is part of the x-men universe right... i actually have no idea what the correct term for him is. he has powers basically). ALSO, opportunity for a horrible lack of communication. does steve know that eddie has cancer? does he just think that eddie disappeared in the middle of the night? what if he told eddie he loved him and that was when eddie made the decision to go through with the experimental treatment because if there was a possibility to live and stay with steve, he'd do anything to have that.

considering a steve harrington mourning the loss of eddie after he disappears/dies depending on if he's aware of the cancer diagnosis, and not applying for college at all or submitting lackluster applications. his parents don't understand his grief bc they don't know/care that he just lost someone he loved, and he ends up working at scoops with robin.

and robin is great, like platonic soulmates i'm going to spend the rest of my life with you great. she encourages him to get back up and apply to college with her (nyu? to be more canon to spiderman. it could also be indianapolis, but a city either way for a superhero who swings off buildings)

anyways, maybe a year or so passes but the time frame doesn't matter as much as the fact that steve harrington was bitten by a radioactive spider. and now he's spiderman and all of the whatnot that goes into fighting crime and secret identities.

this could also be somewhat canon compliant with stranger things in a steve "why does supernatural shit keep happening to me" harrington way. he got bitten in the russian bunker perhaps? i think it would make most sense for the upside down to be closed off completely after starcourt because hawkins isn't... doesn't make sense to me for deadpool and spiderman to exist in, but also like personal preference.

ugh anyways pls let me know thoughts bc i desperately need someone to talk to about this

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #robin buckley

[tarousbaby]

SPEND THE NIGHT !

A GOJO SATORU STORY

second chance trope !

kinktober day two !

masterlist <3

subby gojo, not explicitly stated but this is compliant with canon in terms of jujutsu and such.

word count: 2204

"this is so stupid, shoko," you argue, staring at your reflection, as she flutters around you, "i don't know why i let you talk me into this."

she rolls her eyes, mumbling through the cigarette sitting between her lips, "yeah, yeah, whatever. you've been such a grump, you need some dick anyway."

you scoff, and whirl around. shoko stands unimpressed, scissors raised to cut the tags off your brand new dress. "excuse me?"

"you're proving my point," shoko clicks her tongue, and spins your body back around. "can you just fuck a guy and dump him? it isn't that deep."

you blush, crossing your arms. "this is demeaning."

"it's helpful," shoko corrects, before straightening and brandishing her arms as if you were a shiny new toy. you glare at her from the mirror. she sighs, and rests her chin on your shoulder. "please, just, try and de-stress. dick or no dick, i think meeting some new people could help you. the organization i went through said all blind dates are optional. you can leave whenever you'd like."

you rub your temple. "you show a weird way of caring for me, you know that, right?"

she gives you a lazy grin. "yeah, but it's funny, so why not?"

you give shoko a small shove with a huff, before actually looking at yourself in the mirror. she'd done good. a small black mini dress, fancy enough for dinner, sexy enough for a late-night fuck. still, you grab a white cardigan from your closet and pull it over.

"now," shoko says, "if he doesn't fuck you, i certainly will."

"you're crazy," you retort, "go heal a patient or something."

"you love me."

"uh-huh, sure."

and despite what you said, you found yourself giggling in anticipation as you sit down at the nice dinner. your cheeks have found a heated blush, wondering who your stranger was. shoko had arranged most of it, you'd just told her your type of man.

the restaurant was nice, classy with soft music playing over a good sound system. perfect place for a first date, if you do say so yourself.

you're in the middle of inspecting the menu, when a body slides into the booth next to you. you lower the menu, only for it to fall right into your lap with your shock.

it's clear the man on the other end had not gotten a proper look at you, considering the menu, but he didn't need to. recognition flashed in his eyes, and you knew you were fucked.

satoru stares at you, his eyes bright behind his glasses, white hair falling across his face. he was still just as beautiful as you last saw him, and looked like just as much of a dick as before too.

"absolutely not," you scoff, and begin to stand, throwing your purse over your shoulder.

he fumbles for a second, tripping over his words, before he finally manages to latch onto your wrist. "wait," he manages, "i..i didn't know, i swear."

you pull your arm back, holding it to your chest. "cool, didn't ask. now, i'm going."

you only make it halfway out of your seat by the time he's blocking your side of the booth, something akin to desperation shining in his eyes. "please," he whispers, "give me a chance."

you scowl. "to do what? fuck me over for some stupid curse again? no thanks."

he shakes his head. "i messed up, i know. please, let me show you i'm better."

"what makes you think you deserve a second chance?" you spit.

he stays silent.

"please," he tries again. his wonderful eyes shine with deep sincerity, depths of blue pools that you find yourself falling so hard into you may not be able to crawl back out of.

and that's how you got here, sitting on a bed in a cheap motel, waiting for satoru to finish payment on the room. your sweater had been disregarded on the chair along with your purse and your heels scattered across the carpeted floor.

the room smelled of stale beer and sex, but that didn't matter much to you right now. what mattered were the heated words satoru had whispered to you after dinner.

"i need you," he'd borderlined whimpered, and next thing you knew you found yourself in front of some silly motel with his arm around your waist, awaiting your answer.

could anyone really blame you for saying yes?

the door closes with a soft click, and satoru rounds the corner. you quickly perk up on the bed, taking him in. his white blouse has been untucked from his black dress pants, and his blue tie hangs loosely around his neck.

a smirk grows on his lips, flashing a bit of his teeth, and you lean towards the end of the bed and reach for him.

grabbing onto the end of his tie, you pull him forward, the two of you falling back onto the bed into a pile of your giggles and his own laughter. his lips find yours, and suddenly three years worth of memories rush back to you.

he still tastes of the same gum he used to use, sugary and sweet, and absolutely devourable. you smile into the kiss, giving a playful tug to his tie, pushing his body even closer to yours.

satoru lets out a soft hiss of pleasure, hands running up and down your sides, massaging your tits through your dress. you groan, throwing your head back and revealing an expanse of smooth skin. satoru takes his chance immediately, biting down onto your neck, and sucking loving bites into your flesh.

you click your tongue, letting him suck a little, before pulling him back by the hair, earning a whine from him. he already looks drunk off you, lips red and cheeks flushed.

soft white lashes blink down at you confused.

"not tonight, baby," you grin, "it's my turn."

something flashes in his eyes, and you flip positions, pushing his back into the plush of the bed, straddling his hips. you can see the thoughts buzzing around in his mind. had he really never been a sub before? wow.

"i'll be gentle," you promise, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and feeling him shudder at your words. "just tell me what you want, baby."

"you," he answers shyly, "wanna feel you."

you smile, and let his words effect you. you were no stranger to satoru's shyer, softer side but it still hit the same as it did when you were eighteen. "of course," you say, "ill touch you all you want."

you press soft kisses to his neck, easing his tensed muscles, and slide his shirt off his chest. despite his abundance of strength, satoru kept a rather lithe figure. your hands run over his abs, and up to his pecs. you tweak and pinch, eliciting sweet moans from his lips.

he bucks against your core, trying so hard to be still and patient for you. "doing so good, 'toru, so good," you mumble, before licking one long stripe across his pec, and taking his small nipple into your mouth.

his back arches off the bed, lusting for more, more, more.

your warm hands caress his cold body, and his hands come to rest on your hips as a means of steadying himself. he was acting as if touching you was the only thing keeping him from floating off into his own mind, which it just might be.

"more," he begged, chin tilted up and his eyes screwed shut. "need you so bad."

you snicker and unbuckle his belt. he wastes no time in helping you peel off his pants and throw them to the floor beside you. you rest your heated core right above his throbbing dick and give slow soft rocks. the head of his dick hits your clit just right, which has you openly mewling into the heated air.

"such a good boy," you say, breath hitching in your throat, "so patient."

he nods, hand clasped over his mouth in order to not let out any more noises he must deem embarrassing.

once you got your high off that, you move a bit further down his thighs, feeling the muscle ripple and twitch beneath you. you cup his bulge, before dipping your fingers beneath the fabric of his boxers and pulling them off.

his cock is a pretty pale, with a pink flushed tip, leaking pre-cum over his stomach. twitching and aching to be touched. satoru bucks his hips up at the air, and you gently take him into your hands, giving slow strokes up and down.

you smear the precum gathering on his tip over his cock, moving your hands up and down in slow fluid movements. ocasionally, you'll bring your hand up and use your thumb and rub at his sensitive slit, making him whine near uncontrollably.

"faster," he pleas, crystal tears clinging to his lashes, "wanna cum so bad."

you sigh, feigning disappointment. "good boys wait to cum, satoru. don't rush me."

his eyes go wide, and he quickly shakes his head. "'m sorry, 'm not tryna rush you."

you beam, "there we go," you coo, taking immense pleasure in the way he writhed.

you lean down and give a kitten lick to satoru's slit. his reaction makes it all worth it, watching him nearly scream, pretty red lips parting as his back arches off the bed.

his hands fly to your hair, twirling locs around his fingers. you hum, sending vibrations down his shaft.

you give one long lick, before pulling back and using your added saliva to allow your hand to flow more smoothly up and down his dick.

your cunt throbbed, imagining that long length inside you, trying your hardest not to jump his bones in that moment.

it went on like that for a while. your hand would speed up, satoru would almost cum, and you'd rip away completely. it happened a few times till he finally broke.

tears stream down his pink cheeks, and he catches your hands, and you can see just how desperate he truly is. "please, let me cum. needa cum so bad."

you hum and press a kiss to his cheek. "only because you asked so nicely."

pulling your dress off, you groan when your tits finally bounce freely, and you slip your panties off. you take his length into your hands and rub his tip through your soaked folds. you hadn't bothered to prep, but you knew with how wet you were, it might as well be the same thing.

soft moans escape your lips, drowned out by his utter estascy upon feeling you again. "wanna go inside," he chants, drool clinging to the corners of his lips.

you laugh, and hover over him, aligning him with your hole.

slowly, you sink down, moaning and mewling the whole way down. "oh fuck, 'toru...i forgot how nice you felt."

his hands move from your hair to your breasts, pinching and playing with your nipples, only adding to your pleasure as his tip finally breaches you and you've officially taken his full length without any struggle.

"fillin' me up so good, pretty," you whimper, slowly shifting your hips in a grinding motion. his tip hits your spot damn near perfectly, but what really gets you off is how badly he wants you.

his fingernails dig into your flesh, trying so hard to hold back from pounding into your pussy. still, he manages. "can i cum inside? please?" he cries.

"yes," you pant, as you begin to speed up, bouncing up and down on his cock. "i want all your cum."

"baby!" he shouts, his hoarse voice filling the air along with the sloppy sounds of your slick sticking to his skin. "can't last long, not after that. please..."

he doesn't want to cum before you. what a gentleman.

you speed up to an excruciating pace. your thighs burn, but you're oh so close and so is he. you almost never want to stop. you want to feel him in you forever, take pleasure in all his reactions.

"'gonna cum 'toru!" you squeal, gritting your teeth.

"cum with me, baby," he says, lifting his torso up to meet your lips in a kiss.

there's so much going on, with his cock hitting you perfectly, to his hands massaging your breasts, to his mouth on yours. you can't handle it.

"fuck!" you shout, cumming hard on his cock. after shocks shudder through your body, and the force of you cumming is enough to send satoru over the edge too.

he falls limp, panting as his cheek rests on your shoulder, his seed filling you up and spilling out of you all at once.

your hand reaches up and curls in his hair, scratching at his scalp gently.

"you were so perfect," you whisper, and satoru whines.

the next morning, when satoru wakes up, you're gone. the only sign you were ever there was the pool of water in the bottom of the shower, and the lipstick smudges on the white pillow cases.

oh, and maybe the note you'd left on the nightstand. scribbled down was your new number, and a small message saying, 'call me!'

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #rintarousgirl #tarousbaby #smut #jjk #jjk x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jjk satoru #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jujutsu satoru #gojo #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #satoru #satorugojo #gojo jjk #fluff

[king-paimon]

Houseki no Kuni Chapter 104 Thoughts: "My Way" By Frank Sinatra

Hello everyone! I hope your month had gone by well. Mine had been...eventful, to say the least, though I suppose things could have turned out much worse.

Anyways, that's not what this is about. I just finished going through the latest chapter and... wow. That last image. Many fans have pointed out the signs, and I think it's safe to say that those last few pages confirm how this long saga is finally going to end...

BUT before I get into that, as always, I'll share some of my thoughts in this post. This will be long and ramble-y as usual (I truly meant to keep it short this time, I swear! It just kept getting longer and longer...) and I may come back to update some things. And as always, please feel free to share your own thoughts!

BTW: After reading this chapter a few more times and struggling with a title for the post, "My Way" by Frank Sinatra kept popping up in my head. It's honestly pretty fitting. That's why it's my title now. Please look up the song and lyrics when you get the chance and you'll hopefully see what I mean.

View of Humanity Through Untainted Eyes (Or lack thereof...)

Like the last couple of chapters, this chapter was dialogue heavy and it was admittedly hard to pick which parts I liked the most. Eyeball's (Or should I address him as "Brother"?... I'm sticking with "Eyeball") dramatic performance at the beginning was very funny and informative. It really showed how much he not only hated humanity and yet valued the professor during her final moments. And his talk with Phos at the end of the chapter was engrossing. But for this section, I'll mostly focus on Phos's interactions with the pebbles; I'll focus more on the first pebble in the following section.

Phos has truly become a teacher/mentor-like figure ( and dare I say even parental figure) for these pebbles, especially because of how they spoke to them. Phos literally reminded me of a thoughtful pre-school teacher with how patient they are with each of the pebbles and giving them the chance to express their differing opinions and giving what I think were appropriate responses. In some ways, Phos's mannerisms in this chapter reminded me of Adamant, though Phos's approach with these pebbles seems more gently, at least to me.

Hmm...You know what's funny? As I was writing this portion, a little thought popped into my head claiming that Phos may have inadvertently adopted more of Adamant's habits than I first realized. I'll try to explain more on this in the next portion.

But let me first go back to another thing that I liked about Phos's interaction with the pebbles: their individual responses. It could have been so easy to have the pebbles all be likeminded after hearing the history of humans, but that's not what we got. Each pebble had their own opinion; some were curious, some were scared, some were right in the middle, and a few seemingly blasé. I don't know why but I like how these varying responses further emphasize that the pebbles individuality goes deeper than their varying appearances and mannerisms. And I'm also thankful that Phos and Eyeball weren't seemingly perturbed by their responses... at least Eyeball wasn't.

"I want everyone to be happy": Naivety or Profound Point of View?

Now let's focus on the main pebble, because of course, out of all the responses, their response to Phos and Eyeball had the most weight despite how simple it sounds on the surface.

You can argue that the pebble's response was due to their naiveté, but I think this pebble has repeatedly shown that their nuanced view of the world around them is sophisticated and mindful. After being told by Phos and Eyeball about how fascinating and yet awful humans were and even acknowledging humanities good and bad qualities, the pebble still believed that everyone deserves happiness, even those considered "bad".

I couldn't agree more with Eyeball and Phos on this page:

At first, I thought that these innocent and yet wise responses reminded me of old Phos, but the more I thought about it, this couldn't be further from the truth. While Phos was also very naïve at the beginning of the story, I think they were to lost in their own heads to truly think outside of their own unrealized desires, even when they claim their actions were to help everyone. So if you were to tell old Phos the stories of humanity and ask them the same questions, I don't think we would have gotten the same answers the pebble gave. And the more I think about, I doubt Phos would have ever made the same conclusion at any point in their story. There's nothing wrong with that, but that just has me thinking... It's interesting how this small pebbles seem more empathy for others than the previous human descendants, from the Lunarians, Admirabilis, and the even the Lustrous, even though they looked more human.

Tell me what you think! This was weird character analysis tangent and I'm curious to know if anyone has feels similarly or differently. But speaking of Phos's character... Onto the next section!

Friend to Closed Off Guardian: The barrier between Phos and the pebbles

While I was typing the paragraph that focused on Phos's mentor-like persona, I made a small realization. Is it just me or doesn't Phos's interactions with the pebbles feel different now? Yes, I pointed out that Phos is acting like a kind teacher in this chapter and I could be overanalyzing this, but while this interaction is cute on the surface, I can't help but feel there is more to this interaction. This is why I brought up Adamant, for Phos's interactions with the pebbles in this chapter reminded me of a certain aspect of Adamant's old relationship with the Lustrous.

As you may recall, Adamant assumed a leader/guardian role with the Lustrous over time. He had many reasons of doing so, including for their protection, but assuming this role came at a price; Adamant ended up keeping the Lustrous at an emotion distance. With the exception of Antarctictite and eventually Phos and Euclase, Adamant closed himself off from forming true close relationships to the gems, for their sake and his, effectively creating a barrier between them. This barrier only became obsolete after Adamant finally relented and opened up to the Earth gems after Phos's first attack on them, and even if it were just for a short time, Adamant and the Lustrous interacted on a somewhat equal footing.

Now lets go back to how Phos initially interacted with the pebbles. Not long after Phos found the first pebble, they didn't interact like how Adamant used to with the Lustrous. The two talked freely and sang together without a care in the world. Though Phos and this pebble are vastly different in many ways, it was clear that Phos saw them as a friend. An equal. And Phos was happy.

But now look at how Phos interacts with the pebbles now. I don't see Phos's interaction with the first pebble or any of the pebbles the same way anymore. Yes, Phos encourages the pebbles to speak freely, but to me, it feels like the same can't be said about Phos now. Phos isn't speaking as freely as they did before. They are selective in how they address the pebbles, kind of like Adamant. Phos is acting more like their guardian rather than their friend... like Adamant used to. Phos is fully embodying Adamants old role now and it's a little sad the more I think about.

After being alone for so long in more ways than one, Phos had finally found beings who treated them like a real friend. But because something in them changed, Phos is now slowly but surely assuming their role as the pebbles guardian and in doing so, that friendship connection is being replaced by a similar barrier that Adamant once donned.

Like I said, I'm probably overthinking this and giving Haruko Ichikawa more credit than what's due, but I just can't help but think about the parallels here. What do you think?

Acceptance: The End is Near

The last thing I'll touch on are the last few pages because...wow.

If I remember correctly from posts made by some keen eyed fans, the story had been hinting that the main sun is about to die. And one of the final stages of a star's death is that it would expand into either a red giant or a red super-giant, which was being depicted in that last image.

And if I'm interpreting those last few pages correctly, it seems that both Phos and Eyeball are aware that the sun will eventually consume the Earth. It will take a couple more thousand of years, but as we've seen here and in the previous chapters, time doesn't matter. The real end of everything is coming and those two are accepting it.

Yup. It looks like we have true confirmation for how this saga is going to finally end. And just like those two, I'm ready for it. Not out hatred or anything truly negative towards this series... I just feel like I'm ready for that final curtain call for this unique, thought provoking, and strenuous story.

I just hope the end will be a worthy end.

WHEW. This post ended up being even longer than I originally intended! Sorry about that. Regardless, I hope you liked it. Please don't hesitate to share your thoughts, even if you don't agree with me!

Until next time!

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Think You Can Take Us Both?

Sam and Dean Winchester Smut

I'm definitely going to hell after writing this absolute masterpiece.

Summary: Y/n's been admitted to a hospital for sex addicts, run by Sam and Dean Winchester.

Pairings: Doctor!Sam x Patient!Y/n, Doctor!Dean x Patient!Y/n

Not wincest, being that Sam and Dean aren't intentionally being sexual with each other. Just with Y/n.

Warnings: Patient/doctor abuse, Size kink, Degrading kink, Sex addiction.

No One's POV

It was a seemingly normal Thursday afternoon for Y/n. Or at least, it was normal considering that she's in a hospital for sex addicts. She's in Dr. Dean's office for her daily therapy session. Even though Y/n has therapy every day, her sex addiction only seems to be getting worse. Her need for sex isn't getting better, like Dr. Sam and Dean had hoped. Y/n was one of the people they had seen hope for. They hoped that Y/n would get better, but she's been in this hospital for 6 months and still, no progress.

Y/n's POV

I'm in another stupid therapy session, with Dr. Winchester. I hate these therapy sessions. They don't make my need for sex any weaker. Probably because my therapist is one sexy son of a bitch. His brother's pretty hot, too. They're this hot and decided to open up a sex addict hospital?

"Y/n, are you with me?" He calls, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Um, yes, doctor. Sorry."

"It's alright, sweetness. Just try and stay focused."

I nod, looking into his green eyes. I want him to fuck me senseless while making direct eye contact with me, making me stare into those perfect eyes. How does someone get blessed with such perfection?

"You're addiction, it's not getting any better. Most patients we've had have gotten better within a few weeks, or maybe one or two months."

"So?"

"You've been here for 6 months, Y/n. We need to find a fix for you. My brother and I, we've talked about your case multiple times. And we just can't seem to understand why you're still here. Why you're not getting any better."

Because I want you and your brother to do unholy things to me. I want you to make me scream your names. I want you to shoot hot cum into my pussy. I wanna bob my head up and down on your dicks. I wanna-

"Y/n, you're doing it again."

"Huh? Doing what, doc?"

"Giving me that look. My brother and I have talked about that, too. The looks you give us. Is there anything you wanna say?" He asks while standing up from his desk.

He walks around his desk and stands in front of it, in front of my chair. I can't help but look at his dick. Or, his bulge, being that unfortunately, he's wearing pants.

"God, you really are a slut, aren't you? I mean, you get admitted to a hospital for sex addicts and you eye up your doctors? You really do have a problem, don't you. Or maybe, you just wanna get laid."

What?

"What? You can't talk to your patients like this."

"I can when my patient's a massive slut."

He walks over to the door of his office and opens it.

"Excuse me a minute, please."

Dean's POV

I'm on my way to go get Sam, so that we can talk to my patient together. "Talk". We've both had a thing for her for a while now and I think it's time something got done about it. She's a sex addict anyway, so does it really matter if we fuck her? When I get to Sam's office, I find him talking to one of his patients.

"You're doing great, Marie. You should be able to go home in no time. I'll see you same time tomorrow. Ok?"

The girl nods and leaves my brother's office.

"Dean, what's up?" He asks as he notices me standing in the doorway.

"You remember that talk we had about my patient? Y/n?"

"Of course. The hot chick that's probably never leaving."

"Yeah, that one. I was thinking, since she's addicted to sex, and we both wanna do her, why not now?"

"What? Seriously?"

"Hell yeah. I mean, I don't have another therapy session for about an hour and a half."

"The things we could do to her in an hour and a half." He says with a smirk.

"So, you in?"

"Hell yeah, I'm in."

We both start heading back to my office, where Y/n's hopefully still waiting for me. Once there, we find her still waiting in her chair. We both walk in and I close the door to my office.

"Alright, Y/n, Sam's got a few questions for you. Then you'll be done for the day."

"Questions? What questions?"

"Just some simple questions." He says, looking at her with a seductive look in his eyes.

"Um, ok."

"So, first question. Think you can take us both?"

Her eyes light up as she looks between us, trying to see if we're messing with her.

"I'm sorry, take you?"

"As in, in the pussy, the ass, the mouth." I speak up.

Y/n's POV

I'm not sure what game Dr. Winchester's playing, but if he's being serious, I wanna play along. I'd take both of these men in every hole I've got. Pussy, ass, mouth. All of them.

"Of course I can."

Dr. Sam walks to my chair and squats down to my level. He drags his thumb on my bottom lip, which is turning me on, as if I wasn't already already turned on. This man's like twice my size. That's a huge turn on for me. He's huge and he could so many unspeakable things to me.

"You wanna suck my dick, slut?"

I nod, anxiously hoping that he's being serious. I look over and see Dr. Winchester locking the door to his office. I don't think they're messing me. Dr. Sam starts unbuckling his belt and once he's done, he undoes his pants and pulls out his massive cock. He teases the tip on my lips before I open my mouth to take him in.

"You're a good little whore, aren't you?"

I nod as I take his full length into my mouth and start sucking. It might be huge, but it's nothing I haven't seen before. I'm sucking Sam's dick while he pulls on my hair, making me moan in pleasure.

"Dean, you should get in on this. She's good."

I'm tearing up a little, because Sam's so big, but it's nothing I can't handle. While I'm not really paying attention, he slips out of my mouth, causing me to whine a little, and Dean steps in front of me.

"Stand up."

I do what he says and he undoes his belt and pants. Both men pull their pants and underwear down, revealing their large cocks, which I can't look away from. Who'd wanna look away from this? It's like I'm in some kind of dream. The best dream ever.

"Take your clothes off, sweetness."

I follow his instructions again and take my clothes off. Most people would feel some kind of shame or embarrassment, but I don't. I only feel the urge to let these very large men use me.

"She's beautiful, ain't she, Sammy?"

"A beautiful little slut."

"You wanna get fucked by the both of us, don't you, slut?"

"Yes, doctor."

"It's Dean, today, whore."

"Ok, Dean."

"And he's Sam, today."

"And we're not gonna hurt you. We're only gonna gonna satisfy the needs you've been feeling."

I don't know how, but I ended up on Dean's desk, with his dick inside my pussy, and Sam's in my mouth. I'm not complaining. Like, at all. When I got admitted here, I was absolutely furious. Why would my best friend send me to a place like this? But now, now I'm beyond thankful that he sent me to this place. And I never wanna leave. With hot doctors that fuck you, why would I wanna go anywhere?

Sam's POV

I'm about to cum in her mouth and I guarantee she's gonna love it. That's why she's here, isn't it? Because she likes sex too much. She's addicted to it. She's here to get help and that's all we're doing. Helping her. Helping her satisfy her needs. Her aches for us. This pretty little mouth has been aching to suck me off since the day she laid eyes on me. And I'm only satisfying her needs. As her doctors, that's our job. To satisfy her needs.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth, slut."

She lets out a groan that sounds almost excited as I let go in her mouth. Her throat clenches around my dick as she swallows what I just spurt into her.

"My turn." Dean says as he releases into Y/n, who's absolutely loving every second of this.

She's probably dreamed of it since day one. She lets out a loud moan as she cums all over Dean and the floor. I'm so glad these doors are sound proof.

"Switch." I say and we switch places.

Now it's my turn to make her cum while she sucks Dean off. I line myself up with her entrance and slowly slip inside her pussy. I'm aware of how big I am and how small she is. While she's addicted to sex and has probably been through bigger dick than mine, I don't wanna hurt her. I wanna be careful with her. This pussy's to pretty to hurt. Once I'm all the way inside her, she moans happily against Dean's dick.

"You're living your dream right now, aren't you, you little whore?"

She lets out a faint "yes" as she can't speak clearly because her mouth is...kinda busy at the moment. After Dean's cum in her mouth, he comes over to me and slips two fingers passed my dick, into Y/n's pussy, stretching her to make room for him.

Y/n's POV

This is fucking awesome. I've got two dicks inside my pussy and I'm living my dream. This, right here, what's happening right now. This is all I need in life. Not food or water or coffee or whatever the fuck else. I only need to be fucked senseless by these two men, at the same time.

"I'm gonna cum." I moan so that they both know I'm about to cum on both of their dicks.

"Cum, sweetness. Cum hard on our dicks."

I do what he says and let go. I cum hard on both of their cocks and they moan in pleasure. They fuck me until they both cum as well. Then they both slip out of me and put their pants back on.

"You should get cleaned up, Y/n. My next patient's gonna be here soon."

"Y/n?"

"Y/n?"

No One's POV

"Y/n, are you with me?" He calls, snapping Y/n out of her day dream about...well, you know what it was about.

"Um, yes, doctor. Sorry."

"It's alright, sweetness. Just try and stay focused."

Tags: @supraveng Might not be what you were expecting, but I'll most likely write more of these.

#sam winchester smut #dean winchester smut #supernatural smut #size k!nk #size difference #daydreams

[attic-club-sandwich]

Hello I am in a really bad way rn after an incident with a nurse and I'd like to request the bros (and side characters too) looking after a chubby/overweight MC after she/they was called fat by someonr and started losing their shit because of it (like starting to not eat, getting snappy with the boys, wearing baggier clothes, not leaving their room as much, etc.) "Because it's true and they're just stating facts"

If you're uncomfortable writing this that's totally fine! just thought I'd try my luck lol

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Hello my dear! Thank you so much for sending this request in and being patient! This is just the 7 brothers first, then I will post the Side Characters as a second part since i'm bad at keeping things short lol I really hope you like this! I'm very sorry to hear you are feeling down, I hope that this cheers you up and know that i'm a safe person if you ever need to talk ^-^

TW: Self-deprecation, discussions of weight and body image, possible triggering language, Swearing. Please read at your own risk and let me know if I missed anything that could be triggering!

Genre: Angst/Hurt, Comfort, Fluff.

Please be aware that I am not a professional. I do possess a degree in Psychology, but everyone's experience is different when it comes to personally dealing with this topic. I apologize if this does not align with your own personal experiences!

Taglist: @delphi-dreamin @sassykattery @bite-sized-devil @amberrskiies @obey-me-posts @a-hidden-gem @otomefoxystar (feel free to ignore if this isn't for you!)

Harsh Thoughts, Gentle Praises

Your chest felt heavy as you walked home from RAD. Tears threatened to spill over your cheeks, but you didn't dare let them fall in front of him. You felt bad because you had snapped at him when he asked why you were so quiet, and now the tension was so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. It's all because that stupid no-name demon called you that word. A word that had a tendency to trigger you. A word that was considered so ugly in the human world, and they knew that and used it to their advantage just to hurt you.

Fat.

The word echoed in your head. "Aren't you a little fat for a human? I bet you'd make a nice meal for those demons you hang around all the time. I don't know how they can even stand being around you." They had said. you tried so hard to not let it bother you. But you knew you were slipping into the toxic state of mind that you hadn't been in since coming to the Devildom.

Lucifer

The eldest demon was one of the first to notice your behavior. He kept a close eye on you after all.

He walked you home that day, and you immediately shut yourself in your room.

Lucifer will give you space at first. He knows all to well that when he's angry, he just needs time to cool off.

However this went on for a couple of days.

He notices you skipping meals, claiming you aren't feeling well.

When he does see you, you're wearing an oversized shirt and sweatpants and your hair is messy and unkempt. This isn't like you at all.

He eventually sits you down in his study to talk with you. "MC, I'd like to know what's been bothering you. Are you okay"

Suddenly, all of the feelings you've been bottling up explode.

"No, clearly i'm not okay!" you shout, throwing your hands up in frustration.

Lucifer is taken aback by your outburst, but he listens as you tell him everything. Anger rises in his chest and he clenches his fist in his lap.

You were a sobbing mess, "I don't even know why I'm upset, they're only stating facts anyways."

Lucifer immediately pulls you into a tight hug, silencing the toxic words that leave your mouth. “Regardless of whether their observations are true or not, clearly we all still care deeply about you. So they are wrong about that aspect.”

You continue to sob into his chest, but this time at his words. "B-But Luci...It's true..."

He pulls away and plants a delicate kiss to your forehead. “That's quite enough of that. MC, you are the most beautiful being I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on.”

He scoops you up onto his lap, cradling you close. You squeeze your eyes shut, enjoying the moment of tenderness you've been craving so much. "Now let's get you showered and ready for bed. Would you care to join me?"

Mammon

The Avatar of Greed is surprisingly quick to notice the habits you've formed.

You had yelled at him for barging into your room, which you didn't normally do anymore.

He was startled when he had walked into you crying, and decided he wasn’t leaving without an explanation.

“Mammon I said go away already!” You cried, tossing a book at him.

He had dodged it of course, and made his way over to your bed. “No way in hell am I leaving until ya tell me what’s wrong!”

You were stubborn. You sat in silence, staring at the floor. Mammon sighed, "Please MC. Don't think I haven't noticed you haven't been eating... or takin' care of yourself... and you're so stressed. It's my job to pay attention to these things!"

You began to weep again, explaining the situation through hiccups.

Once you finished, Mammon was pissed.

"Are you fuckin' for real?! I swear i'm gonna rip 'em apart..." He demands the name of the demon who dares say such vile things to his human.

He was so angry, his demon form was threatening to take over.

"It's fine Mammon, It's not like they were lying. Its true, I'm fat. I'm disgusting. Just look at me."

Mammon practically growls at the way you talk about yourself. His hands are suddenly on your shoulders.

"You're really gonna listen to some bastard demon who doesn't even know ya at all?! Yeah, I'll look at you. And when I do, all I see is this beautiful human who makes me fuckin' crazy."

He stared at you intently before crashing his lips to yours. You welcomed the kiss gratefully. His hands are exploring their way down your arms, and up the curves of your hips.

When you broke apart, he pulled you into his chest, squeezing you tightly. He just wanted to hold you. To protect you from everything that could possibly harm you.

Your legs trembled when he pulled you to your feet and you held onto him.

"Let's go watch a movie in bed or somethin', okay? I want to show you just how beautiful you are."

You nodded, taking his hand and wiping your tear stained cheeks with the other. All you wanted right now was his company. His love and attention. "I love you Mams. Thank you."

He flashed you a wide grin. "I love you too, Treasure. Don't you forget that."

Leviathan

Levi was shocked when you turned down his offer on watching the new episode of anime you've been watching together.

You muttered something along the lines of "I know I can't be as perfect as that one character you like so much."

Levi froze in place, watching you retreat down the hallway and to your room. W-What did you just say?!

It takes him a moment, but he follows you and cautiously opens your door.

You were sat on your bed, arms crossed and tears falling down your face.

"M-MC! What's wrong?? D-Did I say something to upset you?" He stuttered, unsure of how to approach you.

When you told him everything, he was practically crying right alongside you. "I know i'm fat, Levi. I don't know how you can stand me when all those anime characters are so perfect."

Levi shakes his head, his amber eyes filled with tears. "No, no, no. Don't even go thinking that. Those characters aren't real. You're real, MC. And you are perfect to me. You're my Henry, remember?!"

You let out a small giggle through your tears. "Y-Yeah, I guess. But-"

Levi interrupts you, pulling you into a hug.

You run your fingers through his purple hair and you begin to relax. You felt bad for snapping at him. "I'm sorry, Levi."

The purple haired demon pulls away, wiping his own eyes with his sleeve. "N-Now you've made me cry! Come on. Let's go back to my room." He glances down at the hoodie and pajama pants you're wearing. "I-I'll lend you one of my shirts if you want..." he said, shyly. He knew you loved borrowing his anime shirts.

You perked up at that, the thought of being surrounded in his scent cheering you up. He really does know you so well.

He grabbed your hand and lead you to his room, his face flushing in the process.

"Hey, Levi? I love you."

Satan

Satan could feel your pact mark with him burning.

You had just gotten done throwing a tantrum over not being able to understand the material you were studying for test the next day.

Satan's emerald eyes widened, reassuring you that it was okay, and he didn't mind going over it with you again.

"No, I'm just too stupid to get it! That demon was right. I don't know how you can stand me!" you yelled, sliding down to the floor of the library.

"MC...what demon? Will you please explain?"

When he finally got it out of you, his own wrath began to rise in his stomach. He felt sick with rage.

You pulled your knees to your chest, your own pact mark beginning to burn. "It's not like they are wrong or anything. They're stating facts."

Satan sat on the floor next to you, wrapping his arms around your trembling form.

"Now you don't actually believe that do you?"

You sniff, wiping the mixture of snot and tears from your face. "W-Well yeah I do..."

Satan shook his head. "Unacceptable. I believe we aren't finished with our session yet. I have another subject to teach you in."

The remainder of your study session was spent with Satan planting soft kisses on various parts of your body. Your face. Your hands.

He rolled up the sleeves of your oversized hoodie to kiss your arms.

He ran his hands over the curves and dips of your body. Over your soft, plush thighs.

"S-Satan...stop..." you sighed. But you really didn't mean it. All you wanted was his gentle touch. You couldn't get enough.

He smiled, wiping your tears. He helped you to your feet, and planted one final kiss to your soft lips.

"Let's continue this session after hours. I have lots more to teach you about yourself."

Asmodeus

You and Asmo were supposed to go to the spa together that evening. Needless to say, you weren't exactly feeling up to it.

Asmo pouted when you told him you were cancelling, and demanded to know the reason why.

You tried to come up with an excuse, but you began to grow visibly upset, finding it hard to speak.

Asmo's face fell and he quickly guided you to his room.

"Darling, what ever is the matter?" he asked softly, sitting you down on his bed.

You wept as you finally came clean. "I just don't get why you want to spend time with me! I'm fat and disgusting! I'll only ruin your image!"

His concern began to transform into anger. "As the Avatar of Lust, there's no way I'm letting you speak that way about yourself!" he cried, grabbing a tissue and dabbing at your wet cheeks.

You let out a choked sob as he pulled you to your feet, standing you in front the large mirror that stood in his closet. "A-Asmo, no... I don't even want to look at myself..."

Asmo only shook his head. "Look at this beautiful human standing right here with me. Who says being heavier is a bad thing? That demon's only goal was to hurt you because he's simply jealous."

You sniffed, staring up at Asmo's reflection in the mirror. You've never seen him this serious before.

"Y-You really think I'm beautiful? Are you sure?" you asked, timidly.

Asmo pressed the side of his face against yours as he continued to admire your reflection. "The beauty I see in you is undeniable, my dear."

You chuckled as he twirled you around to face him, bringing your hand to his lips.

If there was one thing Asmodeus was good at, it was loving himself.

Now he was going to teach you, too.

Giving you a wink, Asmo guided you to his bathroom."Let's go have a spa night here, instead. You deserve nothing but the best treatment from yours truly."

Beelzebub

When dinner time rolled around, Lucifer called your name.

You reluctantly emerged from your bedroom, and in a cloudy state of mind found yourself at the table with a plate of food in front of you.

You stared down at it, and began picking through it with a fork.

Beel immediately noticed your behavior.

You normally ate your food with no hesitation and gratefully thanked whoever had made it that night.

It had been Beel's turn to cook, so he made your favorite, sensing you were down about something.

He only wanted to cheer you up.

"MC, are you feeling okay?" he said quietly as to not draw attention to the rest of his brothers.

Your lip began to tremble, and your fork clattered to the floor.

Now the other brothers were looking at you, and you felt your face heat up in embarrassment.

"Would you all quit staring at me?! I'm going to my room. I-I'm not feeling good." you yelled.

Beel got up, leaving his own unfinished plate of food behind to follow you.

When he knocked on your door, he could hear you sobbing. He entered your room and made his way over to you.

"MC, what's wrong?" he asked softly, reaching out to play with a lock of your hair.

You glanced at him, your face messy with tears. "How do you guys love me?"

Beel was confused by your question. "Huh? Why wouldn't we love you?"

You finally broke down, telling him everything. Beel's heart ached for you, and he suddenly didn't have an appetite anymore.

"MC...We could never feel that way about you..."

You buried your face in your hands. "But look at me! You don't see the gross stretch marks on my skin? How fat I am?"

Beel winced at your words. "MC, look." he said, pulling up his shorts slightly to expose his thigh. "I have them too."

You blinked in surprise as you saw the pale white lines traveling over the expanse of Beel's skin. "W-What?"

He nodded, pulling you to his side. "I do. I struggled with weight gain too. My sin is gluttony, and It got out of control for a little bit."

You sniffed, leaning into him. "I-I'm sorry Beel..."

He nuzzled his face into your neck. "Just promise not to say things like that anymore. I love everything about you."

His hands traveled down to your own thighs and squeezed. "You are everything I need. You make me feel hungry in a different way. I crave it all the time."

You sighed as he pressed his lips against yours. "Now only if you're feeling up to it, maybe we can finish our dinner in my room?"

You gave him a small smirk, "Sure, I'm looking forward to dessert."

Belphegor

Belphie didn't pay attention at first.

But when you didn't show up to your nightly cuddle session in the attic, he was worried.

He texted you, but there was no answer. Where are they? He wondered.

He decided to go search for you, going to your room first.

When he got to your door, he didn't bother knocking.

He entered to see you buried under your covers in your bed.

"MC?" he yawned, padding over to lift the covers slightly.

Your teary eyes met his, and he furrowed his brow in worry. "Why are you crying, Angel?"

Your lip quivered, and you began cry more. "G-Go away, Belphie."

The youngest demon only pulled back your covers and slipped into the spot next to you. He pulled the blankets back up to cover you both.

"Nah, I'm comfy here. What's going on?"

You rolled away from him, not wanting to meet his gaze.

"Belphie, why do you love me?"

He hummed, pondering the question. "Because you are you. I love everything. There's no way I can list them all. Too sleepy." he yawned.

You felt a bubble of laughter rise in your chest, but only for a second.

"So you don't mind that i'm um.... overweight?"

Belphie's eyebrows lifted in surprise at the question. "Where is this coming from?"

Fresh tears spilled as you began to explain what happened a few days prior.

Belphie growled, pulling you closer to him. He wanted to know who it was that dared say such disgusting things to you.

"But it's true though right? I mean it's pretty obvious they weren't lying."

Hearing those words only made him angrier. He forced you to roll back over so you were facing him.

"Dont say such things, MC. You always hate it when I say bad things about myself, don't you?"

You nodded, wiping your nose. "Y-Yeah, but this is different..."

He shook his head, reaching out to cradle your head in his hands.

"No it's not different. You are the greatest thing to happen to me. I don't give a shit about things like that, and you know it. And I know for a fact my brothers don't either."

You gasped as he pulled you into his chest. You began to relax as he rubbed circles on your back. "Belphie..."

He pulled away, staring into your eyes. "Did you know that every star you see is different? Even though they look the same from a distance. MC, you're the brightest, most beautiful star I've ever seen. If we all looked the same, it would be pretty boring, right?"

Your lip trembled, but Belphie put it to rest once he pressed his lips to yours. "I love you, Angel. Let's get our cuddle session in now okay?"

Side Characters coming shortly! (Will update)

#🌹 anon #actually.... #this is my first request I think #!!! #i hope i did okay #obey me #obey me brothers #obey me writing #tw body image #cass writes #my writing #obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me! shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[bigredsweetiepie]

Thoughts about a certain someone🦷pt.1

Unfortunately for Mr. Glenn Jacobs, I think about Isaac Yankem frequently. Like, he is definitely one of my hyper fixations. 😅

I consider myself a scholar of this character and I honestly enjoy the design of Yankem. Due to the way that 90s wrestling and specifically the WWF was doing in '95, its really no surprise that the character tanked in a year. It's sad that he wasn't around for long, but it just wasn't reasonable for him to stick around too much longer after the Jerry Lawler -Brett Hart rivalry. He was a fun addition during that time, and it was camp!

Poor Glenn himself has said it was camp (not in a good way- and I don't blame him). If I was trying to support my family with my passion, and I had to portray a dentist with horrible teeth in the mid 90s, I would be understandably upset as well. I can't help but feel that the WWF was "playing in his face" because why would they put such a horrible gimmick to such a talented BIG man?

However, since his career took off afterwards eventually with Kane, I don't feel like a complete and total jerk liking IY. ( I think it would be a different story if his career died after portraying Yankem, but thankfully Jacobs is hard-working, resilient, and passionate to the point where he gracefully managed the hand he was dealt and succeeded!)

Now, let's talk character design and what I like about him.

Bc I'm a young adult on a Kane-posting tumblr you could imagine that my tastes are not......standard issue. I like deranged characters! Kane is a great, vanilla (ish) version of that. I also can't help but like the crazed doctor trope, something about it is always chef's kiss.

So years ago when I first found Kane and professional wrestling, I was absolutely giddy when I discovered that the man who portrayed him also played a deranged dentist?! Please lord. It was like a two for one special (but I also enjoyed Doomsday, Unabom , and Diesel II so it was like a coupon book).

His entrance music leaves less to be desired, I do enjoy that Jim Johnston included calming elevator music with the drill, but ya know, it is what it is.

Speaking of his entrance, oh my god ? The Yankem grillz on the screen? I think about those frequently . I really can't imagine that in the year '95 that it was edited on, so I imagine that it was a real pair of grillz that WWF made for Jacobs. I can't find anything on them, but they crack me up every time I see them.

Also when IY walks out to the ring he'll say some phrases that are in character. There are two I can make out with my very poor lip reading skills and close listening.

It's time for an extraction.

(Care for your teeth ) you only get one set.

God that is perfect.

Continuing with the entrance themes, when he takes off his dentist smock? help?! He does it so aggressively.😅

I love his attire anyways, especially how he has those long boots under his baggy pants, which were special because most wrestlers had tights on, so the fact he had baggier pants that hid long ass boots underneath is a great surprise ( see when he was tied up by Bret Hart on the turnbuckle). I somehow always expect smaller shoes, but the boots keep going up.🤣I somehow always see them as patent leather dress shoes.

(I kinda want to make an entire post based on his attire bc I love it, so more on that later)

The way he moves in the ring is fantastic. I personally can't tell what Glenn was talking about when he said his matches were horrible. To a non-professional it looks fine. Maybe he was referring to this in a technical manner? I really have no idea. However, one thing I think he excelled whether on purpose or accident was how he moved in the ring. He moved stiff and rushed and rather chaotic, which I think fit a wrestling dentist (No offense Britt Baker!!). In theory if you were a crazed dentist, you wouldn't be graceful, fluid, or pleasing to look at while you were dissecting your patient opponent.

Anyways, I will probably make a part 2 bc that is a lot of dumping....

#wwe #90s wwf #wwf superstars #wwf raw #Isaac Yankem DDS #glenn jacobs #wwf #wwe kane #brain dump #brain rot #sorry not sorry #hyperfixation #dr isaac yankem

[buckybeardreams]

Hello my friend! I hope all is well with you. I’m going through some totally platonic withdrawal and was wondering if I could mayhaps get a tease of the next chapter 🥹🥹

I'm always happy to throw out sneak peeks of my WIPs!

In this one, Eddie actually allows Buck to touch himself even tho little boys aren't supposed to touch themselves lol, but the most significant part of this scene is actually that it's Eddie's first time getting to see Buck get off

Anyways, enjoy this snippet of Eddie having total control of Buck's orgasm, and making his boy wait and ask permission before coming 😉

Sneak peek from Totally Platonic

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Eddie didn't move closer, didn't try to touch him, he was just watching.

It was insane how quickly that pushed Buck to the edge, and between already being so damn horny and having Eddie's eyes on him, it took no time at all for Buck to get there.

"D–Daddy, I'm gonna—I'm gonna—"

"Not yet."

And Buck froze, hand squeezing at his cock, eyes snapping open, staring at Eddie because what the hell?

And then it occurred to him, Eddie had said this wasn't a sexual thing, it was all about control.

Buck groaned, his cock throbbing in his hands, his balls aching with the need to release.

"Eddie, please," Buck sobbed, clenching every muscle in his body to try and hold back his orgasm.

Eddie hummed like he was oblivious to Buck's struggle, like they had all the time in the world, and Buck whimpered, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

"You want to come, Buckley?"

Buck nodded, wincing in pain when he had to grip the base of his cock again, squeezing hard.

"Yeah? How badly do you want it?"

Buck lifted his gaze to meet Eddie's, full body shuddering over just how intense his stare was.

"Eddie, I need it!" Buck told him, pouring all of his desperation into it, needing Eddie to understand just how much he needed it.

Eddie hummed again like the bastard he was.

"And I'm giving you exactly what you need, Evan. You told me you needed permission. You're not really going to be a naughty boy now and come without it, are you? Because Daddy would have to punish you if you did, and I don't think you'd like being put in chastity, baby."

Buck stared at him, unable to form words, but once he fully processed that, he moaned, "Oh fuck, Eddie."

Eddie licked his lips, sighing when Buck didn't take the hint and beg.

"Come on, Evan. You gonna be a good boy for me?"

Buck nodded, but he wasn't sure what Eddie wanted from him, couldn't figure it out because he was so damn hard and felt so damn out of his mind, small and floaty and throbbing with the weight of Eddie's dominance pinning him down.

Eddie wasn't even touching him, but God, if he did, Buck would fucking die.

He knew that Eddie had experience with this sort of thing—Eddie had told him he had a club he liked to visit when he had the time—but fuck, Buck had no clue that being dominated could feel like this or he would have been seeking it out ages ago.

He had never considered himself to be submissive, probably because he'd always been with girls, always been the top, but maybe that didn't mean as much as he thought it did. Maybe having topped didn't really mean shit about whether he was submissive or not.

"Come on, Buck, you've gotta ask," Eddie helped when Buck just looked lost and frustrated. "You wanna come, don't you?"

Buck's eyes lit up with understanding at the patient reminder that he had to use his words—just like a big boy, Eddie would say.

"Wanna come!" Buck whined the moment he realized what his daddy wanted from him. "Daddy, please! Lemme come!"

Eddie smirked, eyes flashing dark, hungry, and Buck thought he could come just from that look alone.

"Come for me, baby boy."

The words came out husky, and Buck shuddered, eyes fluttering closed and hand stripping his cock once, twice more, balls drawn up and a cry on his lips.

"Daddy!"

Eddie didn't move closer, didn't touch him, just watched his baby come apart, painting his own shirt white, but the moment Buck was done, shoulders sagging with relief, chest heaving, Eddie was right there with him.

"Shh, you did so good, baby," Eddie murmured, gently tugging his hand away from his cock and helping him out of his shirt.

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Lol i actually thought I had finished this chapter and was like gonna post it... And then totally started adding in a scene that is just some kinda bonus phone sex now or something idk...

So yeah, I'm working on that rn, but hopefully, it'll wrap itself up shortly and I'll be able to post!

#buddie #sneak peek #asks #daddy eddie verse

[softxsuki]

hello! saw your event, wanted to try for obey me!

i'm afab, but gender fluid. i'm a bisexual with a male preference, so i'd prefer to be matched with a male. i use fem, male and they/them pronouns, but i prefer male and fem! i'm a really nice person, but i tend to joke sarcastically from time to time with some people. i'm also self conscious and aware of other's emotions. i'm very talkative but reserved. it depends on who i'm talking to when i get talkative. i'm easily angered depending on the person who angered me. if i like the person, i'd be very calm about it, if i don't or if i have issues with the person, snapping at them is worst case scenario. i'm a pisces. a little (very) emotional. i value grades and honesty. what i look for in a person for me to consider then good is a sense of humor, the ability to know when to be serene, the ability to know how to listen, honesty, kindness, great mannerisms (like taking care of the body, knows how to clean, etc.) and respect (in any matter). my type, well er, i like buff guys. but i also like guys without the muscles or the good shape. i'm not a fan of fat men, no hate to them, they look wonderful, i'd love to be friends with one (with good manners) it just happens that most of the ones i've met have zero to no manners so i have a specific way of thinking about them. absolutely no manners. just so disrespectful and don't know how to clean up after themselves, BUT i don't have beef or hate them. just dislike their inability to have manners. anyways, in a guy/girl, i like buff and non buff, fat or not (again, depending on mannerisms). i also happen to like men and women who have great hair and fashion sense. i love books, i absolutely adore them. i also love food, i wanna learn how to cook. i love roses and romance. i can't live without my sister, she's one of the most important people in my life. another thing, i'm in school.

headcanon, how they are when they pick you up from school (human/rad, preferably human, but both or either one is great)

*i made the important key stuff in purple, hope it doesn't bother your eyesight!*

1000 Follower Event Matchup # 8

My event is now CLOSED, but I will be doing more events like these in the future. You can checkout the masterlist for this event here.

Note: Hello! Thank you for joining my event and for patiently waiting for me to match you with someone! Hope you enjoy <3

I match you with DIAVOLO!

Runner-ups were Beel and Barbatos

Technical: You’re a Pisces and Diavolo is a Scorpio, which is a perfect match! A wonderful romance where Diavolo helps turn your dreams into reality and you help bring him down and enjoy the little things in life. This relationship is balanced perfectly where you’d have nothing but good times together.

Personable: I really think Diavolo has everything you’re asking for in a man and would also love all your qualities. When joking sarcastically with him, he probably won’t understand straight away, but he’d still laugh. He knows you’re self conscious and does everything he can to help you acknowledge the parts of you that are beautiful, therefore he’s always saying what's on his mind in regards to his feelings for you, and if you’re looking particularly good one day (literally everyday) he says it all out loud to you. He adores the moments when you really open up to him and chatter away. He listens to every word you has to day, and even encourages your talking since he can be pretty talkative himself! 

You’d have no worries about being angered by Diavolo, it’s his mission to simply please you and make you happy, so he’d never want to have you angry at him. Though if he does something wrong, he would want you to tell him about it, even if you yelled at him. He’d never purposely anger you :). Even though Dia is a Scorpio, I think he can get pretty emotional as well, but he’s very gentle and treats you with care whenever you get especially emotional. He loves how seriously you take your studies and could probably use some motivation from you to help him get through all his paperwork everyday.

Diavolo knows how to take a joke and loves laughing at your jokes or making jokes of his own. His laugh is so cute, so you’d enjoy hearing it in the frequent times that he does laugh. He is very honest and respectful, listens to everything you have to say, especially if you have any concerns! As a Prince, it is his duty to be kind and well put together, therefore he has a big heart and is always clean, well dressed, and well spoken! I do believe he’s pretty buff (i’m looking respectfully, lol) and he has Barbatos around to make sure he’s eating well rounded meals three times a day. He’s healthy :3. 

SINCE you want to learn how to cook and I’m sure Diavolo is a useless cook, he’ll have Barbatos come around to teach the both of you. It gives him some time away from his paperwork to spend with you, doing something you’re interested in! He really loves how much you love your sister. It makes him all soft (like when he notices how much Lucifer loves his brothers. YUP ITS THE SAME THING WITH YOU AND YOUR SISTER). He treats her like royalty as well, making sure she’s living comfortably and knowing that she can come to him about anything if she’s never able to reach you at anytime. VERY SUPPORTIVE AND LOVING. How can you hate Diavolo? He’d spoil you rotten with compliments, affection, and anything you desire <3.

Diavolo Picks You Up From School in the Human World

It was a common occurrence where your boyfriend, Diavolo, would travel the distance to the human world just to pick you up from school 

And today was one of those days

He needed to ensure that you got home safely after your classes, and what better way to make sure of that than to pick you up himself? 

He sticks out from the crowd of people outside your school

Your yes meet his as he waves at you enthusiastically with his signature bright smile, eyes squinting slightly in delight at the sight of you 

You run over to him and he pulls you straight into a hug, even though he does this fairly often when he’s not swamped in paperwork (or when Barbatos looks away long enough that he can run off quickly without being stopped) 

He carries your school bag for you, quickly slinging it over his shoulder before holding your hand with his free arm

Your intertwined hands swing as he walks you home, not caring if the walk was far or not, the farther the better bc that meant he could spend more time with you! 

He keeps you updated on how things are going inthe Devildom and invites you over again once classes are over for the semester 

As his future partner on the throne, it’s only natural that he’d want you to visit him

After all, you’ll be living there one day with him, sitting by his side as leaders of the Devildom 

He asks about your day and listens intently to the way you describe your day, whether it’s an exciting day or a particularly dull day, he looks interested regardless 

He might even hangout with you for a while at your home until Barbatos appears and drags him back to work

He refuses to leave until you kiss him goodbye though 🤣

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 10/3/2022

#obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #diavolo x reader #obey me matchups #obey me diavolo

[reneebrxndxn]

Check Up - Pre-Ranch Attack

where Lucien comes in for a check up and Renee tells Lucien about Ares @lucienmelaina

Renee Brandon

-Renee was glad to have things relatively quiet around the clinic, although she knew they were about to have a new patient coming in. She wasn't sure when but she was prepared for whenever they were going to bring Ares in. She heard the door open and she smiled as she spotted Lucien- Hey, Lucy, how are you feeling?

Lucien Melaina

-after pestering her to discharge him, renee had made him promise that she would drop by the clinic every few days for her to check on his wound and he happily obliged to any excuse to not stay in bed feeling useless- Phenomenal. Never better. I think I am going to sign up for the next Redwood marathon. -he smiled at her as he collapsed in the chair next to her desk-

Renee Brandon

Okay, let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet. -she put down her clipboard and walked over while putting some gloves on- Alright, let's see the damage. Any tightness in your chest? Hard time breathing? Big bouts of pain that cripple your movements?

Lucien Melaina

'Big bouts of pain that cripple my movements' has been my life these past few years. My pain tolerance is off the charts at this point. -he takes off his sweater as she approaches, the movement sending a jolt across his side- It hurts, but less than before. It gets worse if I breathe deeply or shout, but nothing incapacitating. I think I dodged this bullet, or arrowhead, or whatever.

Renee Brandon

-Renee raises her eyebrow a bit, giving him the mother look she had perfected over the years with her own boys before pulling down the back of his shirt and looking at the scar forming on his skin- Well, it doesn't look like you've torn it open, so that's good. Another few weeks and you should be cleared to move about as you wish. -he probably could handle most everything now but given everything she wanted to play it safe- You're not wheezing or anything, right?

Lucien Melaina

It would have been quite a disappointment if I had torn it open, considering I have done essentially nothing since you discharged me. And that's probably what I will keep doing, so no need to worry about me jumping in the front lines of battle. -he said, absentmindedly spinning his cane in his hand as renee examined him- No, Renee, I'm not wheezing. Don't make me sound like a dog about to get euthanized, please.

Renee Brandon

Yes, but one wrong twist and it could, but I appreciate your attention to doctor's orders. -she lets go of his shirt and gives him a look- I am not! I'm just worried about you having any internal damage to your lungs. No scarring or threat of tension pneumothorax.

Lucien Melaina

Yes, doctor. -he says with mock sincerity, but smiles at her anyway- I will do whatever you say, because as you know big fancy words are my weakness. Other than my obvious weaknesses.  -he tidies up his shirt and turns to face her- How are things around here? They seem calmer than the last time I dropped by.

Renee Brandon

-Renee backs up so he can fix his shirt and she pulls her gloves off. His question isn't surprising but she also feels bad about potentially delivering the news- They're alright, but it's about to get a little busy. We got an injury at the ranch.

Lucien Melaina

And they’re coming back for that? They’ve got Val and Hazel can help too. Is it that serious? -he asks, trying to sound certain, but his confidence faltering with every word-

Renee Brandon

-Renee nods, her face falling a bit- It is, yeah. Luce.....it's Ares.

Lucien Melaina

-he sits still for a moment, blinks once, twice, no proper words forming in his head- What happened to him? -he finally asks, trying to keep his voice steady and not let panic take over-

Renee Brandon

-Renee sits down and reaches out to grab his hand and give it a squeeze- We don't know too much. The transmission was pretty bad, but the important thing to know is that he's fine. Once he's good enough to travel they're bringing him here and we'll take excellent care of him.

Lucien Melaina

If he was fine he wouldn't be coming back. -he snaps, but doesn't let go of her hand- Good enough to travel? Does that mean that his legs are broken or that he's in a coma?

Renee Brandon

-Renee is used to people snapping when they got bad news so she doesn't take it personally- Neither. It sounded like his abdomen was crushed so probably broken ribs. If he's not stable enough a rib could puncture his lungs after being jostled. But he's awake. Conscious and alert. He'll be fine.

Lucien Melaina

His abdomen was crushed? -his voice rises without thinking, his good leg beginning to tap restlessly- This does not sound fine at all, Renee! -he bites on his lip and tries to breathe deeply, reminding himself that having a panic attack won't be of any help- When is he coming back? I need to be here.

Renee Brandon

Hey, hey, hey - -She reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder - It is because he's up and talking and breathing. If he wasn't then we would need to be worried. -She gives his shoulder a squeeze- in a couple of days. When he's on his way, I will let you know so you can be here.

Lucien Melaina

-he lets her touch ground him, following along with her breaths, repeating her words in his mind: he's up and talking and breathing, and that's all that matters for now; maybe if he takes his time and sleeps on it, he can even convince himself that this is another raider mission that his brother will come back from, covered in blood and still somehow grinning- I need your medical permission to slap him for not taking better care of himself, when I see him.

Renee Brandon

-Renee gives him a minute and takes it as a good sign when he asks for permission. It even gets a little chuckle out of her- let me do a quick assessment of him first and then I'll give you permission to slap him. But a gentle slap and on the back of his head.

Lucien Melaina

I don't know if this is your doctor instinct or your mother instinct talking, but fine, I suppose. -ares will be back soon; nicki will take care of him and then renee will fix him and it will all be okay; he repeats it like a mantra inside, forcing himself to change the subject- So I take it Oliver and Henry have not gotten into full on fist fights yet?

Renee Brandon

Sometimes they're just one in the same. -she hums a laugh as she lets go of his shoulder- Oh they have but it's more wrestling.

Lucien Melaina

You know, Ares and I were like this, but only for a very short period. Then I got really tall. And now he can easily beat me up, even though he might let me score a punch or two, to avoid being ridiculed.  -he gives a half-hearted laugh, his hands curling around his cane to stop from shaking- God, Renee, I'm so scared.

Renee Brandon

-Renee stood back and listened to Lucien talk about his brother. It was sweet and he hoped that his boys would be as caring to each other like Lucien was about Ares. She offered him a sympathetic look as she placed her hand over his on his cane and squeezed- I know, Luc. But he's gonna be okay. And that's not just me being a doctor to try and reassure you. It's a promise. He's got a lot of people looking out for him and he's tough. It's going to take a lot more than this to take him down.

Lucien Melaina

Not just for him. -he dared to admit, knowing that renee's natural empathy would make it easier for her to understand- Of course, I am panicking about him, but I am also panicking about all of them. And all of us. Turns out I have a lot of panic to spare, when it comes to invisible threats looming over and threatening to destroy us.

Renee Brandon

-Renee kept her hand on his to help reassure him. Once he said his peace she sat down next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders- Honestly, I get where you're coming from. The whole thing scares me too. I worry I'm going to wake up and hear that the Ranch was destroyed and everyone is gone over there. But Ike and Zack seem to know what they're doing so we just got to trust that they know what they're doing.

Lucien Melaina

It was bound to happen at some point. Something scary enough for me to stop acting like I am living my dreams in the little house on the prairie. -he admitted, leaning into her with a sad smile- But I will stop bothering you. You have enough to worry about as it is. Am I in the clear to keep enjoying my incredibly adventurous life?

Renee Brandon

-Renee hugged him tightly as he leaned in before letting go and patting his shoulder gently- Yes, Lucy, you are free to go back to protecting the realm of literature. But I still want to see you in a few weeks just to double check, 'kay?

Lucien Melaina-he stood up with a grunt and headed for the door- I will be here before that. When they bring Ares in. -he said with confidence- Thank you, Renee, for everything. -and with a last slightly sad smile he heads out-

#renee && lucien #c: lucien 001

[sebbyhd]

'chasing the scent of you' self-para mentions of @hdrobby & @hdsungho ❤︎

sebastian definitely considered himself lucky to have gotten so far. he knew compared tot he other trainees, he was way out of his depth when it came to this sort of musical genre. don't get him wrong, there was always time to enjoy something more pop-like, but his goal was never to be part of a group, but rather join a band; it was during times when they would practice in front of a huge mirror to get their movements perfectly precise and aesthetically pleasing that sebastian would pause and wonder just what exactly he was doing and playing at. clearly, he was out of his mind. dancing was something he did for fun, not because he had something to prove, and most of the time during the show his hands felt empty because they weren't holding his preferred instrument, touching his guitar or his piano.

he knew that in the back of his mind he was self-sabotaging, something he did when he felt nervous, anxiety building inside of him. imposter syndrome at times. he wondered if he actually deserved to be around so many people and if he should pack his bags and go back to focusing on songwriting. it was easy to fall back onto old habits, but he had friends this time around willing to keep him afloat.

vulnerability wasn't his strong suit, but only for a few small numbered of people would he allow his facade to melt away and show exactly just how he felt.

the worst was learning japanese. singing he could do. dancing, he wasn't horrible at, nor was he the best at. he was lucky he had robby around to correct him, gentle and patient as ever, he made sure his movements connected, and he looked aesthetically pleasing while doing it– 'what do you mean i need to dance on beat and look pretty doing it?' 'just copy what i'm doing, okay?' sebastian could be as stubborn as a mule when it came to things that didn't interest him, or simply things he refused to understand, but he supposed it was never a better time than the present to get his head out of his– anyways.

he was glad that they had someone helping them with japanese. though, sebastian knew that he would never be able to learn the language within such a short amount of time, never mind actually becoming fluent, accent still present when he spoke korean, he knew that it would be hopeless, but at least he could try to assimilate it as much as he could and try to make it sound good when he sang. it helped to have sungho around, made the tension in his shoulders lax as they stumbled around foreign words, trying their best to sound good. he didn't want to toot his own horn, but he found just the right way to manipulate his voice to make his accent come off as less thick, and more smooth.

so maybe the whole thing wasn't doomed from the start.

performance day arrived sooner than later, and sebastian felt nerves creep up on him as usual, but he forced himself to stay calm and collected. he was able to get in as much practice as possible, and when it came to his parts, he was able to show off his vocal skills and dance skills confidently; voice unwavering as he sung, and movements fluid, something he never really focused on or achieved on his own, he'd have to remind himself to bake his friends a whole cake for dealing with him for the last few weeks.

no matter what the judges say, he knew he did his best, and for the first time in a long while, he felt happy and proud.

#❲ — solos. ❳ #❲ — through the looking glass. ❳ #hd:tasks #hd:has1

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

So I (finally!) bought a pair of really good noise cancelling headphones, and it has changed my life! It's the fanciest thing I've bought in years, so to recoup some of the cost, I’ve researched & written a little essay based on my experiences with extreme noise sensitivity.

Hypersensitivity to sound is something I’ve dealt with all of my life, but I only recently found out it's medically known a Hyperacusis. (Please note this is a separate condition from Misophonia.) If you consistently struggle to cope with noise, the info below could be helpful! I’m including a link to my ko-fi, and I will be answering questions in the notes.

(skip to the bottom to read fun facts about my tax return and/or street organs vendettas!)

DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional, this is based solely on my experiences as a patient, and on what I have read and been told by professionals. Please notify me if you have corrections or concerns about accuracy!

BACKGROUND: Sensitivity to sound is a common type of sensory issue. While anyone can experience such issues (most people, for example, might be bothered by loud music in a crowded restaurant), some people are more sensitive than others, to the point it becomes a quality-of-life aka a medical issue.

If you consistently struggle with environmental stimuli that other people aren’t bothered by (background noises, bright lights, certain textures and tastes, etc), to the point it causes daily discomfort or limits the environments you can be in, I recommend reading about Sensory Processing Disorder.

SPD and sound sensitivity are both super common in autistic folks (like me!), but allistic (non-autistic) people can experience them too. Weep, ye prisoners of mortal coil, for none are safe, nothing sacred, not in this thy most accursed tomb of human flesh!

Anyway.

SOUND SENSITIVITY or HYPERACUSIS: Noise issues are particularly difficult to navigate in a world that is increasingly...noisy. The relatively new phenomenon of constant overhead music in restaurants, grocery stores, shopping malls etc—all of this means that public spaces are increasingly inaccessible to people with auditory issues.*

As a kid, nothing quite triggered sensory overload/meltdowns for me like the constant exposure to noise I couldn’t control—the background chatter of other kids in the lunchroom, the constant noise in public spaces, being trapped in the car with the radio on.... I had so many fights with my siblings about the car radio, and who got to choose the music.**

But it’s not just loud sounds that are the problem. As an adult who lives alone and works from home***, I’m lucky enough to be able to avoid loud environments most of the time. This does wonders for my general levels of anxiety and discomfort. But even in a mostly controlled environment, I still experience problems. Because part of sound sensitivity is that even normal or quiet sounds can feel loud and intrusive. Here are some “normal” sounds that can cause me discomfort (ranging from annoyance to outright pain, depending on the day):

refrigerator/AC/ceiling lights humming

dishwasher/washing machine noises

ceiling fan making that damn ceiling fan noise

faint sounds of traffic

riding in a car

other people having a normal conversation in the background

someone talking to me in a perfectly normal inside voice

Unfortunately, even in a “controlled” environment, many triggering noises can’t be controlled. And many parts of life can’t be lived in a controlled environment. This presents...some incredibly freaking annoying problems. Luckily there are solutions!

Sorta.

There are sorta some solutions.

They are imperfect, but they help.

TREATMENT: And now I have something rather shame-faced to admit. In all the years of managing my symptoms, it never once occurred to me to see a hearing specialist for my issues with sound. I wasn’t even aware that treatment options exist, because none of my other doctors mentioned it. Instead, I’ve spent years finding my own coping mechanisms and tools, with help from therapists and psychiatrists, but without ever consulting an audiologist/ENT. It was only while researching this post that I found out that was even an option, holy shit.

So it turns out I am going to be making an appointment with my local ENT practice. shit.

Apparently treatment options include sound/acoustic therapy, systematic desensitization/exposure therapy, cognitive behavior therapy, sound machines, and other options that I had no idea even existed, goddammit.

MANAGEMENT: In the meantime, here are my current coping mechanisms. I’ve relied rather heavily on hearing protection, which is very useful when used in moderation. Unfortunately, it can cause its own problems: it’s important not to overuse hearing protection, because in the long-term this can increase your sensitivity. So again: a useful tool, but be careful not to overdo it.

With that in mind, here are some of the coping strategies I’ve used over the last decade to manage my symptoms. This is not a perfect system and you should contact your local ENT clinic for better, long-term solutions, but in the meantime here are some tips I use to just get myself through the damn day:

Regularly spending time in a quiet controlled environment, to allow my nervous system to decompress.

Wearing earplugs, (I use two different grade, depending on the level of noise prevention I need), and always carrying an extra pair in case I need them unexpectedly. I bought a 50 pack for $7 and put spares in all my bags and jacket pockets.

(I mostly use Mack’s Ultra Soft, but there are so many types and materials and brands, including foam, silicone, wax, custom moldable etc. Even if you have trouble wearing things in your ears, you might be able to find something comfortable.)

Similarly: hearing protection earmuffs, the kind used in gun ranges and on construction sites. I bought mine online for $10. they look like normal wireless headphones, so I've never gotten comments when wearing mine in public (other than “cool heaphones” bc i added skull glitter stickers).

Sometimes I wear the earmuffs on top of earplugs, when life is just too damn LOUD.

Listening to music w/ earbuds or headphones is a great way to balance out background noises, especially if you can find soothing playlists that help you concentrate. Also useful to put in just one earbud when you need to pay attention in class/at work.

Pro tip: if your hair is long enough you can wear wireless earbuds without anyone knowing.

White noise, rain noises, ocean noises etc can be helpful! Some people like whale songs although personally this activates my primal fear response

Active noise cancelling headphones: the reason I wrote this post to begin with—I finally bought a pair! As in, a really good pair! As in, a depressingly expensive pair with noise cancelling technology that actually WORKS, holy shit. I probably need to wear them a little less at home (bc overprotection causes problems in the longterm) but they have absolutely transformed my ability to go out in public and i never ever want to take these suckers off again please take a power screwdriver and nail these to my head, bury me in the sweet sweet shroud of silence. holy canoli and cream puffs I want to marry form a civil partnership with these headphones. Plus they have a bunch of features, like being able to control the level of noise cancellation, so I can hold a conversation or be aware of some ambient noise for safety reasons.

Oh, and also they play music I guess?

Sorry sorry I promise this post wasn’t supposed to be me shilling for Big Electronics. I’m just excited, I’m an excited flabby little ball of expired flubber. ANC headphones aren’t a perfect solution, and I still sometimes wear earplugs underneath, and I will always be uncomfortable some of the time, but for me it’s been a big step.

Unfortunately the cost of good quality ANC technology means this isn’t an option for everyone, and the (much cheaper) gunshot protection earmuffs I mentioned earlier still provide an impressive amount of protection and bang-for-your buck (maybe even an equal amount of protection, if you can find ones that fit well). But if noise consistently prevents you from enjoying public space and life in general, and you’ve already tried earmuffs & earplugs and find they don’t offer enough comfort/convenience/protection, and if you’re in a position to save up for a one time non-necessity purchase of $150+, noise cancelling headphones are an option to be aware of. (Please always check the return policy so you can try before you buy. I ended up buying and returning 2 pairs before finding what worked best for me. And please look for a retailer that offers an extended warranty. You want those motherforkers to last).

There are cheaper options available, including some under $50. The ones I tried didn't work as well as my hearing protection earmuffs, but some people report good experiences, so that is something to consider. it's always good to know your options! Passive noise canceling is another affordable alternative.

Medication: A final tool in my toolbox, which for me personally has helped as much as every other method combined. Like, a lot, it’s helped a lot. It turns out some anti-anxiety medications can also help sensory issues. There’s not much research on this, and I only discovered it firsthand when a medication my doctor prescribed for anxiety ended up significantly helping my sensory issues. I no longer need medication for anxiety, but my psychiatrist still prescribes that same medication off-label for my sensory stuff. Ask your psychiatrist to research your options (they will probably have to do some digging to find relevant research, but you deserve to know all your options, even the obscure ones). Fyi, the medication I use is in the benzodiazepines class, but there are other options for those concerned about dependency or side effects.

(I'm also told anti-anxiety supplements may be helpful, though I haven't tried this yet. If you're on prescription meds, always talk to your doctor about contraindications before taking anything over-the-counter.)

So there you have it, my main coping strategies for sound sensitivity! They are not a replacement for medical treatment (except that last one which is in fact...medical treatment), but I find them helpful and I hope some of you will too! I’ve struggled for a long time, and I’m very pleased to have reached the point where I can just do things in public. Eating out in loud restaurants? I can do that now, and even enjoy it, holy shit! I can comfortably travel in cars for hours at a time, and walk around shopping malls and grocery stores with overhead music, and, and —and just exist. It is so so freeing, to feel like maybe, after everything, you are actually allowed to just exist in a world that wasn’t really designed for you.

Again, be careful not to overuse hearing protection—the goal is to allow you to be less uncomfortable and to function better, but if you find you are becoming more sensitive to noise, it is time to dial it back a notch. Or maybe consider listening to music (at a reasonable volume) to block out background noise instead.

*(This also includes people with hearing loss and related issues, btw. While that’s not my area of knowledge, I would welcome it if any of my HoH followers want to share their experiences.)

**A sign of sensory issues that parents often miss is when a child complains about music being too loud—but has no problem listening to their own music at high volume. This is because music that is already familiar to the listener (and that the listener enjoys) is much easier for the brain to process, since it knows what pattern of sounds to expect. Loud music that they get to control can be soothing for people with sound issues, especially when it blocks out background noise and sensations. This is why repetitively playing the same songs can be a helpful form of stimming.

***(working on this blog, actually. since it’s my only source of income, my 2020 income tax return literally lists my occupation as ‘Tumblr Blogger.’ Oddly, my parent didn’t feel this achievement was worth including in the holiday family newsletter.)

bonus fun fact: Charles Babbage aka “father of the computer” may have been autistic and hypersensitive to sound. He definitely had a huge problem with public noise pollution, and spent his later year waging a war on street musicians (and organ grinders in particular).

(bc like, yeah. screw organ grinders.)

Sometimes when I’m out in public and the overhead music is particularly unbearable, I’ll take a moment to look up to the sky and scream out: “HE TRIED TO WARN US! THE FATHER OF COMPUTERS TRIED TO WARN US!!! we should have listened, sweet heaven we should have listened!”

except i don’t scream it, i say it very quietly under my breath

(i have issues with noise)

so yeah that is my short essay. and here is the ko-fi goal

k ciao i gotta go pick out glitter stickers for my headphones

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