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Imagine you’ve been extremely busy lately with work/school. Deadlines, assignments, and projects have been piling up until you’re practically drowning in them.
You haven’t had much time to do anything besides eat and sleep. No time to watch TV, play games, or hang out with F/O!
It’s all beginning to take a toll on you and you’re worried F/O feels neglected.
Right now, though, you’re sitting at your computer, desperately trying to finish up something for work/school. Dark circles hang under your eyes and you type at the keyboard with frantic energy.
F/O silently approaches from behind, brows furrowed in concern as they watch you. “Are you alright, dear?”
Their voice makes you jump and you quickly spin around in your chair to face them.
“Yeah, sorry, I know I haven’t been spending a lot of time with you but if I can just finish this—”
“Hey, hey.” F/O calmly interrupts your rambling, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. “There’s nothing to apologize for. I understand you’re busy.”
“So you’re not upset?”
F/O chuckles. “Why would I be? I love spending time with you, of course, but I know how stressful everything’s been.”
“Thank you, darling.” A smile crosses your lips.
F/O places a kiss on your forehead. “How about I get you some water and a comfy blanket?”
You nod and F/O briefly leaves the room, soon coming back with a cup of ice water in their hand and a blanket hanging from their arm. The water is cool and refreshing when you take a sip of it and the warmth of the blanket reminds you of F/O’s hugs.
They sit beside you as you take a moment to just relax, rubbing your back and pressing soft kisses to your forehead here and there. Once you finish the water, F/O takes the cup and stands. “Come to bed soon?”
You nod with a content smile. “Thank you, darling.”
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epithet-beloved · 7 months
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Something about xerxes my tired mans.
Maybe taking care of his sorry ass💛
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LIVING WITH XERXES ROUGHHOUSE HEADCANONS
synopsis… You share an apartment with Xerxes Roughhouse
ft. Xerxes Roughhouse
tags… anime campaign, fluff, can be read as romantic or platonic, domestic scenarios, roommate headcanons, reader keeps Xerxes from working himself to death, established relationship, no actual spoilers for anything
word count… 866
a/n… This is how I reveal my Xerxes bias. Him and Jericho are my #1 anime campaign chrs and I love them so so much I’m sealing them in plastic capsules and shaking them around ✧ 🦄
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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You may or may not be the only thing reminding him to eat sometimes.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Xerxes is admittedly….not the greatest at taking care of himself, so having you as a roommate certainly does help a bit with that.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 In terms of completing tasks when others are relying on him, he never fails or hesitates. But he can tend to be so focused on productivity and serving those he cares about that he neglects himself. A lot.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Plus, man is used to living with a lot of people since he grew up with such a big family, so even if he prefers to have quiet time to himself after work, he appreciates having someone else around to ground him when he zones out overworking himself.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 That being said, he would do best with a quieter roommate. Though he can mesh with pretty much anyone as long as you don’t ignore the boundaries and ground rules he has, which he’s pretty clear on, so it’s hard to forget.
When you’d first agreed to move in with Xerxes, you very vividly remember the list of ground rules he had given to you shortly after. Most of them were pretty standard — no loud music late at night, clean up after yourself in the kitchen, rotate who does laundry……but a few stood out to you.
“Hey, Xerxes?” Without looking up at him, you pointed to one of the bullet points on the printed list. “Why did you feel the need to write ‘no indoor skateboard ramps’ and ‘no doomsday bunkers’?”
When your eyes darted up to his face, you could see a tiredness in his eyes unlike any other.
“You don’t want to know.”
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Aside from maybe being a bit uptight, Xerxes is fairly easy to live with — he’s organized, quiet, and very upfront with his expectations, so you don’t have to worry about dealing with a passive aggressive roomie.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 That being said, you try to sneakily do his chores for him most of the time since you know how much he overworks himself. Xerxes will insist you don’t have to do this, but the bags under his eyes suggest otherwise.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sometimes the man comes home and passes out the minute he steps through the door. Most days he doesn’t even get to bed and just passes out on the couch instead.
Finding Xerxes asleep in the lounge has become a bit of a routine occurrence, if not a somewhat concerning one. You knew that you couldn’t control his sleep schedule, let alone his much more concerning work schedule, so the least you could do is try to take care of him in the moment.
There was a blanket you always left draped over the back of the couch for occasions such as these. It felt surprisingly natural to grab it, shake it out a little, and drape it over your slumbering roommate. You’d have to wake him up before dinner and scold him about these unhealthy habits of his.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You typically rotate who makes dinner. Xerxes is a pretty alright cook, and no matter what your skills are, he’s always appreciative and rarely complains. Dinners don’t always have a lot of conversation, but neither of you mind. Comfortable silence is sort of a love language for you two.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You got matching aprons for the two of you for when you cook together, and he isn’t very outwardly expressive about it, but he thinks it’s just the sweetest thing ever.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Also, I’m convinced that he just owns several copies of the same outfit and that’s all he wears. He owns pajamas, but sleeps in his work clothes half the time anyway.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He acts indifferent if you steal one of his shirts, but he’s secretly endeared by it.
You were honestly worried the guy would kill you the first time he saw you in one of his stolen shirts. Not like Xerxes was at all the type of person to do a thing like that, but even someone who’s known him as long as you have could still find him intimidating sometimes.
Even so, all he did was give you a quick once over, sigh to himself and turn around without a word to hide his smile from you.
“Just throw it in with the other darks when you’re done.”
Maybe you should start doing this more regularly.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Even though you’re the one taking care of him most of the time, Xerxes is a dependable guy who keeps his promises, so he’ll always be there for you when you need it, just like you’ve been there for him.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Expect a blanket to be draped over you when you fall asleep somewhere, or breakfast left on the table for you when you slept in and he had to leave early. Sometimes, he doesn’t always have the time to say goodbye to you in person when he leaves for work, so he always makes sure to leave a note of some kind.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sometimes, he’ll accidentally write a “love you” at the end of them, being used to writing notes for his family.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You never bring it up to him verbally, but you try to show him that you care for him just as much.
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ink-insomnia · 2 years
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It's midnight and I'm thinking about Alex sleeping peacefully in darlington's arms on his narrow bed. She no longer has to worry about her boyfriend coming home home high on drugs and a fight breaking out because she knows that by the time he returns from a ritual it's going to be late and she will be half asleep but that's okay because she will still feel him sliding into the bed with his hair still damp and he will turn off the lamp she left on before giving her a little kiss on the forehead. She will always turn around and find him reaching for her in his sleep and then he will kiss her shoulder before relaxing again. If she wakes up when he arrives at home, there will always be midnight kisses as he tells her about all the things he had to do and how insufferable all the people were. She can always count on him coming home early on date nights. She will always wake up to fresh flowers by her side on Sundays and Darlington will be on the phone with her mom so she can tell him to how to cook Alex's breakfast exactly how she likes it.
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orchideon · 2 years
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Hi! I’m Orchideon! Welcome to my blog! 
This is p much my main blog, so you’ll see reblogged stuff along with my writing! (Which can be found under #my-writing !)
I am an adult, so there may be jokes of suggestive nature on this blog. All will be tagged appropriately.
(my non-writing thoughts n stuff can be found under #not-writing)
I might not post super consistently or often, so please keep that in mind if you send in a request!
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Atm, here’s what I write for!
-Cookie run (I play kingdom but will try my best with run too!)
-Pokémon (the humans, not the. Uh. Pokémon. I don’t write for scarlet and violet either since I. Haven’t beaten them yet, sorry- I do p much all prior gen games tho!)
-Monster prom/camp/trip
-Sonic/sonic boom/mmmmaybe IDW/Archie? (These may take longer, and in these, the reader will always be Mobian if romantic.)
-I can do Phantom and Woodrow from mario + rabbids sparks of hope (but like. Only those two)
-Genshin Impact (these may take a hot minute with Fontaine characters)
I mostly do (and prefer to do + will more quickly do) x reader stuff, but I can do canon x canon too! I do both platonic, and romantic content! I also do poly stuff as well!
(Here’s a list of what I’ve written!)
I have a few rules when it comes to requests, those being:
-No gross crap. (Romantic child content, incest, etc)
-I will not write racist/homophobic/ablist/transphobic/etc content.
-I don’t do crossover content as of 1/11/2023, sorry. It’s a bit much for me to handle when I write.
-I don’t post nsfw, as I’m uncomfortable posting it.
-I have the right to refuse requests
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Thank you for stopping by, and have a lovely day!
Requests: Open!
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urfriendlywriter · 8 months
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How to write smut ?
(@urfriendlywriter | req by @rbsstuff @yourlocalmerchgirl anyone under the appropriate age, please proceed with caution :') hope this helps guys! )
writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?
"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."
or this?
"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."
(Before proceeding further, these are all "in my opinion" what I think would make it better. Apply parts of the advice you like and neglect the aspects you do not agree with it. Once again I'm not saying you have to follow a certain type of style to write smut! Creative freedom exists for a reason!)
One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally.
express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.
writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".
here are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:
whimpered, whispered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed
shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body, squirming, squirting, touching, teasing, taunting, guiding, kneeling, begging, pining, pinching, grinding,
swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting, quivering,
nibbling, tugging, pressing, licking, flicking, sucking, panting, gritting, exhaling in short breaths,
wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees
holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to
some adverbs to use: desperately, hurriedly, knowingly, teasingly, tauntingly, aimlessly, shamelessly, breathlessly, passionately, delicately, hungrily
he sighed with pleasure
her skin flushed
he shuddered when her body moved against his
he planted kisses along her jawline
her lips turned red, messy, kissed and flushed.
his hands were on his hair, pulling him.
light touches traveled down his back
words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more
he arched his back, his breath quivering
her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.
+ mention the position, how they're being moved around---are they face down, kneeling, or standing, or on top or on bottom--it's really helpful to give a clear picture.
+ use lustful talk, slow seduction, teasing touches, erratic breathing, give the readers all while also giving them nothing. make them yearn but DO NOT PROLONG IT.
sources to refer to for more: (will be updated soon!)
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reds-skull · 2 months
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I really should draw Soap more with his red mask, as you all can tell I love it
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wasabi-gumdrop · 1 month
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Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!
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euthymiaaa · 6 months
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— longing for someone prompts ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡
im bathing in angst rn, enjoy!
them haunting your mind constantly, but are you even in theirs?
unconciously searching for them wherever, whenever
itching to text them, yet the guilt of pestering them hits
your stomach being on edge whenever you see someone who has a similar figure to theirs
regularly scouring their social media for any updates
them acting so sweetly which turns out to just be a cruel dream
envy creeping up your throat whenever other people hangout with them
taking them off your mind by hanging out with your friends, just for you to only see bits of their personality in your friends
weeping frustruatedly on your knees because you can't stop recalling your memories with them
surrendering to your insecurities; perhaps they truly are better off without you
hopelessly persuading yourself that you were able to go on with life before knowing them, so you can definitely do it after they left
urging the universe to see them one last time before letting them go (it never happens anyways)
"if anyone is listening, please let our paths intertwine again before the day I take my last breath"
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somanyants · 24 days
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Poop paper… You know… Toilet paper. Have you ever eaten TP? When I went hungry as a little kid that’s what I’d eat. From the park’s public restroom. But like… once I stopped going hungry… I stopped being able to eat toilet paper. Do you get what I’m saying? I can never go back to the way things used to be.
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cinderellahoneymoon · 7 months
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im being so fucking for real and i need you guys to boost and reblog this you nonblack selfshippers have got to stop using "simp." you have to. its african american vernacular english (aave) which in colloquial terms means its not for you to use. in a space already hostile towards shippers of color, youre just making it more inhospitable to black selfshippers by appropriating our language. say youre crushing. say youre obsessed. say youre head over heels, say youre a sucker, say youre infatuated, just stop saying simp. for the love of god
{nonblack shippers [even other shippers of color] i do NOT want to hear your opinion on this post or hear about how you "didnt know" or are "changing it right now." just be an ally and LISTEN instead of needing to add your piece.}
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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months
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Hiiiii can you do a jealous Alastor but not of anyone but his own shadows bc his wifey takes a liking on one of his shadows.
Oooh! I like this quite a lot! It’s very interesting and unique! Once again, beloved hubby Alastor! Another one I want to explore hubby of is Blitz. I think Blitz would make a good hubby
Alastor- Picking Favourites
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Alastor’s furious, steaming from his deer-like ears so hot that it’s basically boiling him… did somebody hurt his ego? No. Did Angel Dust sexually advance on him again? No. Did his breakfast get interrupted by the Hotel Manager? NO. Nothing has inconvenienced him but something awful has been happening, day by day, that he can barely keep his composure
Hitting your laughter directed at something else feels like a hit that would form a bruise, but knowing your laughter is directed at his mere sentient shadow basically gutted him in the stomach with a sharp butcher knife. You’re his wife, his lady, his realm, the woman he has been fawning over for so long and you’re hitting it up with his sentient silent shadow, and not him?!
Of course, Alastor’s fascinating lively shadow is just being nice to it’s master’s recently wedded wife, and is trying to get you accustom to being around so much Voodoo magic and the weirdness that is Alastor himself so it’s being all caring and leading you around, showing you items and reaching you Alastor’s favourite foods
But that doesn’t mean Alastor isn’t jealous… because he is, he’s really jealous
Whilst he reads through a interesting crime fiction novel, Alastor’s tall fluffy deer-like ears flick up at the sound of your voice. He can’t sense his voodoo-magic induced shadow, meaning that it’s wondered off to you and as he suspected, you enter your husband’s soothingly silent fireplace-warmed accompanied by Alastor’s sentient shadow. It cant really talk but it makes all kinds of humming and echoey noises. It almost seems like you understand it…
Alastor’s patience, throughout every time he hears this, has finally shattered to pieces as his claws dig into the book in his hand, snapping his fingers. The shadow directly mirroring your husband’s look, fades away into thin air as if it was a big fire and a bucket of water was dumped on the top of it, rising up into streams of smoke. It’s gone and you’re confused on why it disappeared
“Darling. Why are you getting so handsy with my friend?”
Alastor almost growls out with his deep scowl… this is possibly the first ever time you and Hell will ever see Alastor frown and frown so deeply he is… it’s kinda unnatural to look at but when Alastor willingly frowns and can’t pull himself to smile, it means he is more than pissed off… you didn’t think just being polite and going along with your husband’s voodoo magic shadow being would ever cause a problem
It’s just that Alastor’s love for you is so strong that it causes jealousy to concur and even jealousy over just some magic creating a shadowy being. Something that is sentient but mainly tied to it’s owner, to Alastor and he is jealous of his own creation
Approaching your beloved husband, the Radio Demon, you lean over, pushing back his somewhat messy crimson red bangs and kisses directly over the pale red almost bullet-sized ‘x’ on the flesh of his forehead. That ‘x’ is the biggest weak spot on Alastor, a symbol of his shame and where his pride can be hurt the most but he doesn’t mind showing off all his weaknesses and vulnerabilities to you… he had already told you about his human life
What’s one little kiss on that ‘x’ going to do?
Pulling back. It’s almost like the single kiss had melted away all his anger and Alastor is now just a soft innocent fluffy little fawn with his crimson red eyes almost sparkling at the affection. He didn’t suspect that, he suspected this’d turn into some big fight but you’re not going to argue, you’re going to explain yourself
“Alastor… Al, my love. I wasn’t replacing you with your shadow buddy. He was just trying to help me get accustom to being your wife. I’ve never been married before and being married to the Radio Demon… it’s. It requires a lot of adjusting so he was just trying to help”
Alastor couldn’t help but feel a bit bad about his half temper tantrum. Of course, why would his shadow even care about having a spouse of its own? It doesn’t, it cares about you being the best wife for its master so it’s trying to help and get you more comfortable. Yes, he is still jealous that you didn’t come to him and go to a shadow… but he does really appreciate all the effort and the wish to not rely on him in order to impress him
After taking a deep breath whilst placing his bigger clawed hand on the smaller clawed hand of yours over his cheek, gently fondling the soft skin over his face. Alastor rhythmically brushes his own fingers over the smooth skin of your hand briefly. Controlling himself, controlling his emotions and then finally saying whilst opening his eyes again to meet yours
Just… such beautiful eyes
“My dear… I appreciate the efforts but please, don’t think you can’t come to me to learn. We’re husband and wife, we work together. You don’t need to go to my friends for that advice”
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 months
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Bonus 8: How met your mother (CSSR design by @qourmet!)
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#cangse sanren#wei changze#jiang fengmian#It was important to me that WCZ had the hereditary mole. I will die on this hill.#I have been *waiting* for the day to finally arrive when I could finally make this comic. It's been marinating for months.#My mission is to redraw all of qour's character designs one day. They are just *that* good.#CSSR has the vibes of a wandering menace who shows up in towns like a stray cat arriving at a new doorstep for treats. 10/10.#While YZY strongly leads us to believe that JFM was in love with CSSR and that's his whole motivation behind taking wwx in-#-I do think this is (once again) rumour being presented as reality. It's the juicer story to tell after all.#It is still possible that he did love her! But I think that story undercuts the relationship he also had with WCZ.#Yall ever think about how JC and WWX parallel their fathers? How Wei Changze also left the Jiang Leader's side? I do.#Unlike JC though It is far more hilarious and plausible to imagine JFM begging to be CSSR and WCZ's third. You know he would.#My wild headcanon is that JFM and YZY are in a mlm and wlw arranged marriage situation. Deeply unhappy as partners. Better as friends.#they care for each other and I'll admit that there is a beautiful tragedy in them having romantic feelings for each other the whole time.#But I am also here for the gaffs. Let them be unfulfilled homosexuals together.#Meanwhile cssr and wcz are having incredible hetrosexual sex in a bisexual way that WILL leave him pregnant by the end of it.
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taxed-up-trotter · 3 months
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hey what if they kissed hey what if they kissed hey what if
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Yes, I'm taken (I'm dating a fictional character inside my head)
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urfriendlywriter · 6 months
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prompts that has me lying on a highway:
(feel free to use <3 10, 15, 20 are my favs omds. yall tag me when u writeeee I'd love to read :))
"I'm glad you were strong, love."
"i notice the little efforts you make for me.. and i just want you to know i appreciate it." whos cutting onions
SMILING during a kissss >>>>>
the gaze that softens as soon as it lands on you.
hand holding, twirling in their arms, slow dancing > <
telling a joke just to see them laugh
"love.. isn't a word enough to express what i feel for you."
"you were my bestfriend, before you were anything else, love." <333
hugging. especially if they're not much of a hugger, but they keep hugging you because you feel down. (this is my bestfriend aaah ilovehersm :( )
"tell me what you want, baby." in the deepest, nearly inaudible murmur AAAAH
when they always feed you their last bite
"give me a hug."
"i can't even act mad at you, love."
flirty BANTERS!!!!
"I'll come over there and make you shut up then." "you can try."
"i love you." "say it again."
caressing one's cheek (the one in the face.)
running into each other's arms after barely surviving
enemies but one is admitting, confessing and crying to the another after almost losing them!!!!!
collecting your injured lover,
^ "don't you dare die on me, [full fckn name]." "i won't, my love, i want to live for you... with you. for a long time." they strain but their smile after makes you cry.
"this is so wrong," "if so, then stop me, love," "you tempt me, [name]-" cue a KISSSSS "-and you drive me insane."
being curled up together on the bed, their face buried in your chest.
"i like how you did ____ today/that day."
forehead kisses. cheek kisses, knuckle kisses.
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helluvapoison · 4 months
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Lend A Helping Hand
Lucifer, Adam, Lute, Vaggie and Husk need help preening
warnings: possible innacurate bird knowledge, heaven headcanons (also probably innacurate) illusions to sexual behavior but it’s not
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˚✧₊⁎ Lucifer ⁎⁺˳✧༚
• Lilith used help… when she was around. The thought of asking someone else, much less the act itself, scorched him with guilt
• Oh well. Lucifer did it before, Heaven had rules about it, so he can do it again! And of course he did! It doesn’t mean it’s not an excruciatingly long process he puts off as long as he can tolerate
• You walk in on him attempting to strain his arms in ways they certainly shouldn’t bend. “Need some help?”
• “Pfft, who me? No, no, no I—“ He pauses. It’s like the predicament he’s been caught in settles in slowly, his smile dropping and crimson irises widening to rival a puppy’s cuteness. “Yes.” He admits meekly
• Your fingers barely touch his feathers and Lucifer jolts. Like him, his wings are so sensative
• Don’t take it personally when he tries to back out after that, cheeks bright red from embarrassment. He has six wings and can barely tolerate your touch as is. This could take a while, he already feels bad
• After a teaspoon more of convincing and a gallon of reassurance later, Lucifer sits as still as he can (which isn’t very) while you gently break open the pin feathers
• You could tease if you wanted, make a joke to try and settle his nerves but something tells you his wings aren’t the only thing that’s sensitive
• Lucifer appreciates your assistance and tenderness more than words can describe, nothing seems like a big enough gift to reward your hard work
˚✧₊⁎ Adam ⁎⁺˳✧༚
• Usually it’s Lute that would help him (and vice versa if he feels like it) but she’s nowhere to be found. He can’t casually ask anyone else. Heaven and its inhabitants can be weird about certain shit, preening is no exception— even though everyone has wings here!
• Walking past Adam’s office, you heard a crash and a lot of swearing. “Sir, are you—?”
“Unless you’re gonna help, fuck right off!” He growls from the ground, still reaching at an awkward angle for his wings
• He’s shocked when you sit on your knees beside him and swat his hand away. “If you make this weird, I will leave.” You warn. He doesn’t dare make even a single comment
• Adam shivers when your fingers glide into his feathers. You wave it off the first time but can’t stop a laugh when it happens again
Face first into the carpet, his loud voice is muffled, “Shut! Up!”
• You take pity on him and don’t drag the process longer than necessary. Awarding yourself a final pet of his oddly soft wings, you stand up, “There. All better?”
• Rising to his feet and giving his wings an experimental stretch, he shrugs nonchalantly, “Thanks. I guess.”
• The next day, you receive a basket from Goody-2-Shoes with various snacks. The card reads, ‘Let me know when I can return the favor. Wings don’t have to be included. ~ A’
˚✧₊⁎ Lute ⁎⁺˳✧༚
• You know she needs help when she’s more irritable than usual. Snapping at everyone, even Adam, and flinching when her wings move in the slightest
• Approaching the subject with her is harder than anyone. As aforementioned it’s unspokenly taboo but that isn’t what stops her. Lute’s deep rooted issues with intimacy and needing help will make her walls thicker than ever
• “This is inappropriate,” Lute whispers.
In the dead of night she’s finally allowed you to assist but keeps fidgeting and surveying the area like someone will catch you two.
“It is not,” You roll your eyes, “Get your mind out of the gutter and be still! I’ll have you’ll feeling better in no time.”
• She seriously, seriously doubts that. Anything she can’t do herself, amongst certain divine exceptions, no one could do for her
• …But she’s letting you help (and your adept fingers are doing a better job) So either she doesn’t fully believe that, or you miraculously raised her expectations
• Lute decides the latter is acceptable– and a compliment, especially since you prove her wrong. Triple checking her wings, she can’t find a flaw or deny how wonderful they feel now.
• “This is adequate.”
You snort, “You could just say thanks?”
“How can I repay you?”
“I just told you.”
• She narrows her eyes, shocked and suspicious that you wouldn’t want anything. Lute, again, decides that your endeavor deserves an equal act of goodwill. Don’t take it for granted when she says, “No. I owe you one. One.”
˚✧₊⁎ Vaggie ⁎⁺˳✧༚
• She genuinely forgets what’s wrong with her when she needs to preen. Even with her wings folded away, the irritable pricking can be felt. She’s itching the back of her neck, hand clawing under the crew of her shirt and dipping between her shoulder blades when you ask when’s the last time she checked for pin feathers
• Vaggie’s always been independent. Up in Heaven she was a bit cocky with the fact she never needed help to reach them. Now, she felt helpless and stupid. Her arms cramped up, her hair kept getting in the way and the itching only progressed
• “Can I–?”
“No.” Her ivory eyes go wide, surprised at the fury of her own voice. Sighing and avoiding your (what she assumed was a) pitiful gaze, she apologizes. “Sorry. I don’t know why I… I used to be able to do this alone.”
Pausing at how defeated Vaggie sounds, you do your best to keep a positive, neutral tone.
“Cut yourself some slack, you haven’t done this in years. And, y’know, you don’t have to do it alone now. Not if you don’t want.”
• Smiling at the offer hanging in the air but not quite accepting, she goes about her managerial duties only to knock on your door afterwards
• Vaggie’s so grateful you can’t see how dark her face becomes as you sort through her wings. They’re not sensitive, they never were– it’s something about your fingers delicately touching her that cracks her resolve. Now she starts to understand why this was seen as an intimate act upstairs
• “Thanks for…” Still blushing, she gestures to her wings before hiding them, “Thanks.”
You try to keep up with her indifference but can’t help the smile spreading across your face.
“No problem.”
• If you think she’s not replaying the moment over and over in her head for days afterwards, you’re wrong. Vaggie’s desperately waiting for the moment to be just as useful to you
˚✧₊⁎ Husk ⁎⁺˳✧༚
• He’s hardly a fan of Angel touching him the way he does so a solid relationship is required to unlock the level of trust needed for this activity
• The first time it happens when you’re in his life, he won’t ask but also doesn’t reject the offer. Just looks extremely hesitant and uncomfortable
• Carefully, you pinch the rough layer and eye Husk from over his shoulder
• He breathes out a laugh, “Gonna take more than that to hurt me, sugar. Go on, I’ll be fine.”
• His wings might be the least sensitive… but that could also be all that alcohol in his system
• Husk hums as you work. After he gives a big, cat-like stretch and thanks you with a tip of his hat
• The simple gesture means more than you know, he’ll never forget it
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╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ accidentally on purpose put them from most to least sensitive wings hehehe
big big big BIG thank you to @kottenox for the inspiration and letting me take this idea and run!
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