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Guzma/Eclipse Ideas/Headcanons

Art by Inspector-Valvert <3

Just a whole rambling list I've done of ideas and headcanons between my OC Eclipse and Guzma! OC x Canon forever. Some ideas referenced from YuuriVoice and KinkRadio Guzma audios.

Little context before you jump in, Eclipse is a Pokemon hiding as a human, so that should help you understand things better.

It's long. And it's in no particular order. I didn't realize I had filled out like 18 pages in google docs woOPS.

Lil' disclaimer/trigger warning before you dive in - mentions of death, touches on the topics of abuse and trauma, and mildly spicy at times! Nothing too in depth but just wanted to give that warning. Also swearing.

At first, Eclipse is pretty quiet about where she came from and where she grew up as a kid. She just vaguely mentions that she needed a new place to escape to if anyone asks. Other than that she just lies about where she came from.

She picked up a story about living in the Orre region from a quick fling and passes it off as her own. 

Of course if she actually meets anyone from Orre, it's gunna be awkward. She's never heard of Shadow Pokémon so- 

She references that she was a bounty hunter and explorer back home. She had an entire team at her back, much like Guzma does now. However, all that fell apart. 

She doesn't explain what happened, but Guzma catches a familiar hurt in her eyes. Something happened. 

She explains that she used to get bullied as a kid for being different, and her guild used to give people like her a place to go to. 

She worked really fucking hard for that guild. She wanted it to be a place for those who are different to escape to. For those who didn't fit into the norm. 

The boss notes it's not too off from Team Skull. 

Guzma sees that sparkle in her eye whenever she talks about exploring or battling - it was something she was clearly passionate about. 

It's weird though, she's so passionate about it but doesn't have a Pokémon of her own.

Sometimes he catches her writing in an old looking journal, but he never sees what she's writing. She never lets her look at the pages. 

Guzma has a lot of questions about her past, but Eclipse has just as many secrets. 

She mentioned she had just been wandering for about four months around Alola before she found Team Skull's base. 

This woman just shows up in Po Town, drenched by the rain, with nothing more than the clothes on her back and the contents of her bag. How did she make it this long in Alola? Sure it wasn't too hard to survive, but… She's a mystery. 

Eventually Eclipse opens up enough to explain that she had a Pokémon partner of her own. 

An Absol named Soul. 

He was her everything. Her second in command. Her partner that helped her start the guild. Her battle companion. 

He meant the world to her. 

They ran the guild side by side for a few years, but something happened. 

Soul died protecting her and it caused a break in Eclipse. She couldn't find it in herself to keep going without him. 

Eventually she just left. Up and abandoned everything she had. 

Eclipse calls herself a coward for doing it but it's much deeper than she initially lets on. 

It explains why Eclipse has been wandering around without Pokémon of her own. 

She swore off a companionship with a partner Pokémon because she didn't want anyone else to get hurt for/because of her. 

That scarf she wears belonged to Soul. It's why she nearly always has it on her or has to know where it is at all times. 

However that little Vinepede was just insistent on following and going with her. 

Fuck. 

Of course Guzma doesn't open up to her at first either. 

He's still recovering a bit from the events of ultra space and the Nihilego. 

Guzma always boasts about how he's not scared of anything, but the Ultra Space incident more than shook him up. That was the first time he had felt genuine fear. 

If Eclipse looks close enough she can see faint outlines of something across his torso. (Scars maybe from where those weird jellyfish grabbed him?)

Eclipse doesn't know much about Aether it seems, but he notes she is a bit interested in learning about them (for some reason…)

After the events of Ultra Space, Guzma is cold to Aether and Lusamine.

He comes to recognize that she only treated him with respect so that she could use him and Team Skull for her own gain. 

They have a run in when Guzma and Eclipse are enjoying a date in Malie City. The two are sitting in Malie Garden when Lusamine approaches them and asks how Guzma is doing. She's surprised to see Guzma actually managed to nab himself a girl. 

There's a scowl on Guzma's face as he explains that yes, they are on a date, now buzz off. 

Eclipse is confused as all hell. Who is this lady? And why does she smell… familiar?

Lusamine asks her name, and that's it. She just leaves. Aight then. 

Eclipse can be pretty prideful and headstrong, a result of her parents raising her to be the best she could be. Though, she did get bullied as a kid. 

Because she was born as a hybrid, she got picked on for being different. Like a lot. It wasn't a lot of kids picking on her, mostly just a select few. 

Eclipse didn't let it get to her too bad, instead she used the teasing and bullying as fuel to get her guild off the ground. 

She desperately wanted to become an explorer like the great rescue teams she had heard of and even met. One or two visited her school to talk about rescue teams and exploration teams occasionally. 

Team ACT and Wigglytuff's Guild were huge inspirations to her as a kid and she strived to be like them. 

Eclipse let those words instead fuel her desire to start her own guild for those just like her - hybrids that had been teased, shunned, bullied for who they were. She wanted to make her guild a safe haven for those who were different. It was a place to prove that even those who were different could still achieve just as much in life and more. 

Team ACT (composed of Alakazam, Charizard, and Tyranitar) were one of the teams that Eclipse looked up to. She had heard of their adventures and influence and wanted to be like them. 

During a visit to the school Eclipse attended as a kid, she got to meet her heros and she told them all about how she wanted to be an explorer and part of a rescue team when she got older. 

Alakazam noted that look in her eyes. She was determined. It was different, not that light that would flicker and die out when kids grow up. 

He told her to continue on in her passions. Should they meet again, he would check on her progress. 

They did meet again, Eclipse was a young adult at that point and had just formed a companionship with Soul. 

Eclipse came upon Team ACT at a bulletin board and she eagerly asked if they remembered her. Alakazam recognizes her and doesn't even have to ask - he can tell she's been working all these years to achieve her dreams. 

The only thing keeping her from starting her guild is a lack of members and funds. 

Alakazam makes her a deal - if she can complete a rather tough rescue mission, he will fund her guild. 

Eclipse immediately jumps at this and drags Soul off with her. The mission is a struggle and takes her numerous tries, but she manages to rescue a hybrid by the name of Mynder. Mynder joins their team and Alakazam funds their guild, just as he promised. 

Team Skull reminds her a lot of her team from back home. 

A bunch of headstrong young adults looking for a place in the world. 

They don't quite fit in like everyone else, so they make their own place to fit in. 

Guzma supports them, gives them a place to stay, makes sure they're fed, the whole nine yards. 

It reminds Eclipse a lot of herself. Someone running a whole place with those who don't quite fit in.

And it hurts to see that reminder of what she used to be. 

But she has to give him the credit and respect Guzma deserves. He's doing all this for them. 

She has massive respect for those taking in and helping in others. 

Guzma likes being a little spoon, but he's never gunna admit that. Sometimes they tussle over who gets to be the big spoon but usually Eclipse wins. (Guzma lets her)

It's stupid, but Guzma likes being held. Just knowing someone actually wants to hold onto him and touch him makes him melt a little under that hard shell of his.

In a way, Eclipse grounds him in the sense that she's a solid reminder that there's someone there rooting for him. Yeah, he has the grunts, but this is more personal. There are some things he just can't talk with them about. Hell, some things he can't even talk with Plumeria about. But her… he's reluctant at first but some things he opens up to Eclipse about. 

Of course there are times where he needs to be the big spoon. He is the big bad boss who needs to take care of his little love bug, after all. And what if one of the grunts barges in and he's the one being spooned?? Way too embarrassing, the grunts could never see that. 

Mostly he does it when the grunts are being especially rowdy some days, that's usually when it's most likely they'll come barging into his room to tell him some punk is messing with them or something like that.

Plumeria caught them once where Eclipse was absolutely latched onto his back (and maybe wearing the Boss' jacket), but Big Sis promised she wouldn't say anything. At least to the grunts. She absolutely gives Guzma shit for it in private, but in a playful way. 

Eclipse is reckless as fuck. 

Occasional "I crave violence" vibes at times, but only when someone she cares for is in danger. 

She's always getting into scraps with some sort of Pokémon or one of the  grunts.

Usually it ends up with her getting hurt in some fashion such as a scratch or a bite or bruise.

She can handle it though, it's nothing!

Eclipse likes to snark that she's reckless. It's part of her nature. She's reckless, but she's a tough girl.

She's always telling Guzma she's gunna battle Golisopod one day. This girl doesn't have any Pokémon though, what a dumb idea! 

Eclipse doesn't care if Golisopod is a bug type - her weakness. She wants to square up with him.

Sometimes she tries her little fighting escapades with Plumeria, but she's not as likely to entertain her antics. 

After a while, Guzma just gives an exasperated sigh or raised eyebrow when Eclipse comes back with a bloody nose or new scratch somewhere on her body. 

Sometimes getting Eclipse out of bed is a whole chore. Some mornings she has her fun, other mornings it's more of her emotional/trauma issues. 

On the mornings she's just being silly, Eclipse will ask for a smooch, or ask for Guzma's jacket. Generally some sort of bargaining to get her ass out of bed. 

Often times Guzma threatens to drag her out by her fucking ankles. 

Before he knows, Eclipse will pull a little complaint that the shady house is cold and that she could either stay under the covers or if she had a nice jacket to use… sometimes he gives it to her, sometimes he carries her out of bed. 

Not really cold though, it's Alola, after all. Hot and humid. Gross.

After Guzma finds out her little secret, the "it's cold outside" trick doesn't work anymore. He'll snark about her coat and tell her to get up. She still begs for his jacket. 

Other mornings though, it's hard for her to get out of bed. Those mornings are the ones where she has home on her mind. She's thinking about her old life and her friends. 

Guzma offers words of comfort and holds her for a while. Sometimes they just lay in silence. Just five more minutes. It helps her feel better. 

Eclipse really appreciates it. 

Eclipse loves playing with Guzma's hair. It's soft and fluffy, and Alola's humidity doesn't help with that. It's just so fun to play with.

She also loves it when Guzma lays his head in her lap. She could sit there for hours just playing with his hair while they're chilling in bed or in Malie Garden. 

He likes the head scratches. Again, he's never gunna admit that, but it's so relaxing.

Eclipse absolutely knows he likes it and teases him about how she should be the one who likes to be scratched behind the ear. 

At first though, Eclipse was hesitant to play with his hair. She noticed whenever he got frustrated, he would yank and pull at it. Was it a sort of stress relief or something? It took time for her to actually touch it. And when she did, she was gentle. 

Guzma flinched at first - other than brushing (or trying to brush it), washing, or dying it, he wasn't used to treating his hair too kindly. Combine that with his past traumas… he wasn't expecting a gentle touch to his head. 

Slowly though, he eased into it. The more she did it, the more he found himself enjoying her touch. She would take little tufts and roll them in her fingers to make individual little spikes, or just slowly run her fingers through it. 

Of course Eclipse loves having her hair played with too. The two alternate with sitting with their heads in each others' laps. 

One of Eclipse's favorite positions is sitting between his legs with her back against his stomach and her head against his chest. 

Guzma will absentmindedly run his fingers through her hair and later on teasingly scratch behind her ear. Sometimes he'll catch the sound of a thumping tail and that puts a smirk on his face. 

Plumeria has to teach him how to braid hair. Eclipse has a lot of it, but he didn't know how to braid. Like, at all. It looks so confusing! 

So, he pulls Plumeria aside and begrudgingly asks her to teach him because he doesn't want to try it on Eclipse and mess up, or embarrass himself trying for the first time. 

Eclipse loves the nickname 'lovebug'. It's her favorite. It's just so… him to call her that. 

Of course being a bug type trainer, Guzma sort of absentmindedly called her that and it stuck. 

Eclipse's face went just about as red as her hair before she got one of those dumb grins on her face. 

"The hell you smiling like that for?"

"Didn't know you liked nicknames. I like that one. Keep using it." 

She pecks him on the cheek and walks away before he can say anything else. 

Eclipse calls Guzma 'boss' a lot, be it formally or teasingly. 

The first time he called her that was when there was some odd bickering going on. The usual sass from Eclipse. 

She finally relents on whatever it is they're scuffling about and replies with "sure thing, boss." 

That. That little snark. 

Eclipse had that smirk on her face again.

Guzma just about short-circuited. 

She was part of team skull now so- so why did- why did her calling him 'boss' like that- was it the way she said it? Her tone? 

Whatever, just- she's being a brat, just a snarky bitch. It's fine-

Spoilers - it's not fine and it flusters the boss. 

Eclipse gets sick. Like, more than she should. And it doesn't help that it's raining all the damn time in Po Town. 

She was born with a horrible immune system due to being a hybrid. Being a brand new species, she's essentially a test run that hasn't worked out all the errors in the code. And she's got a few errors. Her parents kept a very close eye on her as a pup to keep her as healthy as she could be. 

To be fair they had no idea she would turn out the way she did.

Being a kid though, she still got into the usual germy things kids get into and she still got sick. Fighting off illnesses as a kid was hard for her. It left her bedridden for at least a week, usually more. 

It steadily got better as she grew up and she doesn't get sick as often, but a cold can still knock her on her ass as an adult. 

The first time she caught a cold in Po Town, Guzma thought she had a nasty case of the flu - high fever, shivers, a rough cough, she was very weak, the works. Seeing such a cocky, tough woman laid out by a little cold admittedly freaked him out a little. 

At first he thought she was trying to get out of Team Skull duties for the day. Nope, this girl was sick. 

Eclipse continued to insist it was just a cold, nothing she couldn't handle, but shit if she didn't look as pale as a ghost type. Eventually she had to explain she has a shit immune system and it's just how it is. 

Guzma sends the grunts out for medical supplies from the nearest convenience store so she can recover. 

Eclipse didn't take the medicine though, as much as she wanted to. She needed something Pokémon-grade, and she wasn't sure if human-grade medicine was safe for her to take. She just had to tough out the worst of it and continue to assure that she was going to be fine. It would just take some time. 

Along with Eclipse's shit-fuck immune system, she can't have her own kids. It's something that just kills her a little on the inside. 

Not that the shady house would be a great place for kids anyway. There's broken glass and other stuff laying around. It's a miracle the grunts haven't hurt themselves with everything laying around. 

Eclipse's start with the grunts was pretty damn rocky at first. She started out as some stray that just wandered onto their turf. 

There was some bickering amongst the grunts as to who left the door open to Po Town but let's worry about that later man we have a runt to catch.

Eclipse was called reckless and stupid for wandering onto Team Skull's grounds without a Pokémon of her own. And an umbrella. Maybe a rain coat too. Scarves don't do much to keep you dry. 

Poor girl was soaked. 

They were surprised to hear she didn't know much about Team Skull, but they were even more surprised that the boss just let her stay. She didn't seem like Team Skull material, at least not until she started getting a bit mouthy and snarky with their beloved boss. 

Word traveled pretty fast there was a new body in the ranks of this bunch of misfits. Though, she was pretty tight lipped about where she came from and why she was there. Something about wandering for a while. 

Plumeria had to watch the dumb kids to make sure they didn't get too mouthy with her. 

After a while though, a fight broke out between them. A few grunts cornered Eclipse and after some bickering and mouthing from both sides, Eclipse is taking on their Pokémon barehanded. This girl is fucking crazy. 

Guzma is pissed when he comes out and sees them picking on the newbie like this. He breaks up the fight and snatches Eclipse to drag her away to tend to her wounds. 

Of course he gave an absolute earful to the grunts who picked on her and forced them to apologize to the newbie before he took her away.

Eclipse is apologizing the whole way up to wherever they're going, rambling about how this wasn't the grunts fault, she started it, she grew up with this kind of stuff, it's fine, really! The boss is dead quiet and just asks where they hurt her once they reach his room. 

He starts giving her a rather soft but stern earful about how she shouldn't go around starting fights with the others. Eclipse replies that she's reckless, something she's said before. It was quiet, a weak attempt at lightening the mood between them. Guzma sighs and continues to clean up that nasty Yungoos bite and Eclipse whines at the antiseptic spray. 

Other than the sting, Eclipse can't help but notice just how careful Guzma is while he's treating her wounds. He's super gentle with her and she's a little surprised. Though at the same time she didn't expect him to be rather rough either. 

Guzma tells her that she's part of Team Skull now, and she is his responsibility now. Hearing that she was part of a team made her want to cry, in all honesty.

During the time when Eclipse was getting patched up is when she met Golisopod for the first time. 

Eclipse is bewildered when she sees the big, lumbering bug Pokémon. He's a big guy, and he gives off this stoic silence. She's never seen a Pokémon like him before.

That is, until he asks why she's staring at him. Eclipse quickly apologies and looks away, and that's his first hint that she can actually understand him. Guzma doesn't notice anything though, he's too busy taking care of that Yungoos bite. 

Once she's all patched up, the boss decides to take a nap in his chair and tells the lumbering bug to keep an eye on Eclipse so she doesn't get into any more trouble. Golisopod is tasked with keeping an eye on her.

This is when the bug strikes up conversation with her. 

"You can understand me, can't you?" 

"Eyuuup." 

Guzma is a biter. Eclipse loves it. It's how he marks his territory. 

Of course, Eclipse wasn't as eager to show off those bites on her neck and shoulders at first. The grunts didn't know about their little relationship, and Guzma knew they'd be rather thrown off by him romping with the newbie. Though he didn't really care in all honesty. 

Eclipse is worried they'd see it as special treatment and all that. Guzma assures her if they give her shit, he'll take care of it.

She wears her scarf when they're around the grunts, but in public, she's more than happy to show them off. 

To no one's surprise, Eclipse snarked at him when he was teasing her about it. 

"You know how I mark my territory, right?"

"Spray paint?" queue that dumb little smirk of hers. Maybe an exasperated sigh or cocky smirk back from Guzma.

She bites back. 

Speaking of spray paint, tagging places is a favorite pastime of Team Skull.

Usually they spray paint around Po Town (inside and outside) but occasionally they like to tag some places around Ula'Ula island. 

Sometimes they spray paint inside the buildings in Po Town. Plumeria has to remind them to open the windows so they're not inhaling all those fumes. 

Sometimes the team would take outings in small groups to go tag a specific place.

The first time Eclipse used a can of spray paint, she sprayed the little insignia she wears on her bag on the wall. A PokeBall with wings. It's under the main stairs in the shady house. 

A few of the grunts have seen it, but they don't really question it. 

They're actually pretty chill about not painting over other people's work. They know how to share a canvas. 

He's also protective as hell. No one touches his love bug or they're getting decked. Either that or smashed by one of his Pokémon.

Despite knowing how to handle herself, Eclipse doesn't mind her boss tailing her like a bodyguard. She finds it pretty cute.

Mostly he's keeping an eye on her to make sure she doesn't get into trouble, but it's nice to spend time with her too. 

Of course there's a lot of whispering around the towns about how this rough and tough boss ended up with someone. Was that possible?

She seems so nice compared to the Team Skull boss, too. Always making sure to say 'please' and 'thank you', not trying to pick fights (most of the time), things like that. 

Eclipse notices the stares and whispers, but notes that Guzma is ignoring them as if they're not happening. 

Was he used to this?

She wasn't used to the odd looks yet, before she met him she was worried about getting weird glances. It takes her some time but eventually she starts to ignore them. People are more bewildered at the pair than they were about her. 

Eclipse isn't the best cook, but she tries her best. 

All the cooking was done by her friend back home, Sugar. She made all the dinners and lunches for the guild. 

Eclipse can still make basic stuff but nothing extravagant or with too many steps.

It doesn't help that she can't read the labels or instructions. Damn human language being the same spoken-wise but not written-wise. 

She has to go off pictures and scents for the most part. 

She has learned to make pancakes though, she really likes them. 

Any time she makes them, there's always a few grunts that want some too. So she starts making extra whenever she makes some for herself. 

There's a shop in Malie City that has really good fluffy pancakes. Sometimes Eclipse begs for Guzma to take her for a late morning breakfast. 

Vinepede

That stupid little bug refused to let her go after she rescued him from a clutter of Ariados.

Eclipse and Guz were heading back from a date in Malie Garden one night when she catches the sound of someone crying out for help. Guz hadn't heard anything, he doesn't have those sharp ears like she does.

The pause, that stillness she had like a Boltund catching a scent made Guzma stop and give her a weird look.

"Uh... you good?"

She fuckin' bolts off into the trees and completely drops her leftovers from dinner. Woops. Guz chases off after her but it took no time at all for him to lose sight of her.

Eclipse finds a Vinepede with one of his tails stuck in a web and there are some hungry looking Ariados making their way down the web. He's yelling for help and Eclipse is the one to come to his rescue.

After a small scuffle, Eclipse rescues him and Guzma and Golisopod come through the treeline. He's barking at her about running off without him and asking what the hell she was thinking. She explains what was going on and how she didn't want the little guy to be eaten up.

She goes to head back to the boss' side but she feels something grab her leg.

It's the little guy.

Oh hell no.

Guzma asks what the plan is and if she has a Pokeball to take him with since Vinepede clearly wants to come with her.

She starts sputtering that absolutely not, she does not do Pokemon partnership.

All the while Guz pulls a Pokeball off his belt, walks over to her, and plops it into her hand.

Before she can say anything, Vinepede scurries up her leg and proceeds to wiggle himself in the ball in her hand.

... wtf just happened.

Guzma, in the meantime, is thinking about the time he met Golispod. The little Wimpod had taken it upon himself to cower behind the boy's leg after he had been saved from a flock of Spearow looking to beat up the little Isopod Pokemon.

It reminded him of that time. And Eclipse seemed like she needed a partner.

Eclipse is not happy about this at first. She's not aggressive towards the Vinepede, but she is slightly off-put by having a companion again.

She very slowly warms up to it. Takes some time though.

Also Eclipse promised to pay for breakfast the next morning since they both dropped their leftovers after she took off running and Guz ran after her.

Plumeria

If anyone fucks with Team Skull, they're fucking with Plumeria too. They often refer to her as their 'Big Sis'.

Those are her little brothers and sisters. Sure, they can be dumb… but they're family. 

She's not one to back down from beating on anyone who messes with these numbskulls. 

Sometimes she has to end some scraps or save them from getting roughed up by the locals. She gives the grunts an earful but mostly tells them to be more careful and patches them up. 

She supervises sometimes on tagging days. The grunts will go out and spray paint a few places, and sometimes she gets in on it. She has a little bit of an artistic side to her.

Plumes is the one to dye the grunts hair for those who want it if they don't know how. Guzma may have botched one or two before referring the grunts to her. She fixed it in the end, though.

She is also the only one Guzma can confide in for his personal issues and his past, other than Eclipse. 

She'll stand with Guzma through thick and thin, and assures wherever he'll go, she'll go too. 

The first time Eclipse is trying to be friendly with some of the grunts is when she meets Plumeria for the first time. They had gotten especially noisy and Plumes has to tell them to pipe down or else they'll wake the boss. Of course she's met with enthusiasm before the grunts disperse to do whatever they usually do around the shady house. 

She explains the whole concept of the Island Trials and Kahunas and what not to Eclipse. 

Kinda weird this girl's been in Alola for a bit but doesn't know what they are… 

She explains that Guzma had tried the Island Trials along with professor Kukui. He continued to fail, so he gave up and formed his own team of rejects that failed the island challenges. That's how Team Skull was formed. 

She briefly mentions a bit of Guzma's past with his father, but doesn't go into too much detail. Eclipse doesn't like what she hears though. 

Eclipse asks about Aether, and Plumeria explains how they're trying to do good by offering Pokémon rehabilitation and care centers alongside their research, but their president… she's got a few screws loose. 

Plumes asks where Eclipse comes from, and she gives her the schpiel how she came from Orre, some dusty place a ways off. Not much too it. 

The two get along pretty well. Eventually Plumes let it slip that Guzma asked her to learn how to braid hair for Eclipse's sake. Eclipse is thrown off, but she thanks Plumes for the gesture. 

Eclipse's own parental relations is a stark contrast compared to Guzma's. 

Eclipse loves her parents. If anyone asks, she'd go on about how her parents are wonderful, the best anyone could ever ask for. 

She'd remark how she felt like she had a second pair of parents because of their Pokémon - a Lycanroc and a Zoroark. Her mom has a Lycanroc, and her dad has the Zoroark. Of course, this is just an excuse to talk about them without arousing suspicion. 

She's been around Pokémon since the day she was born, it's why she feels she has such a deep connection to them and she feels she gets along better with them than people. (Technically not a lie) 

Her parents were supportive of her dreams and ambitions while she grew up. They took care of her the best they could and raised her to be a headstrong girl. So did their Pokémon. 

Of course those times where she got sick still worried them to Giratina's hell and back. 

Eclipse always seems a bit sad though when she's asked about how they're doing now, or why she's with Team Skull and not them if they're so amazing. 

She remarks how they deserve better than her with how her reputation back home is now. She's done things she's not proud of, and she wouldn't blame her parents for being embarrassed of having a daughter like her. They probably don't speak about her anymore, if they act like she never existed she would understand. 

What she did though, she doesn't get into. Just some 'fucked up shit', stuff she certainly wished she could undo. But she's learned trying to undo things can get you in more trouble than when you started. 

Despite what she imagines they're probably thinking about her, she at least hopes they're doing alright. She misses them a lot. 

Eclipse is always looking over her shoulder whenever she's outside the walls of Po Town. Her ears are always perked and her nose is constantly trying to sniff out any scents that just seem too clean and sterile. 

The Aether Foundation received reports late one night that an Ultra Wormhole had possibly opened again over Ula' Ula Island. This was a few months past the issue of the Ultra Beasts invading Alola, so it was very odd to hear of another opening. 

This one notably doesn't look the same as an Ultra Wormhole. This one is a bit more similar to a phenomenon recorded in Sinnoh years ago. 

Lusamine tasks Faba with the research, and the two gather as much information as possible. 

Faba comes to find that something came out of that hole in the sky that night and it landed somewhere on Ula' Ula island. A research team is dispersed early the next day to try and find it. 

The search team isn't able to find much, but they make note of some footprints and what seems to be broken branches from a possible landing sight. A rainstorm had passed though the area before they could reach it, so there was very little chance of finding a DNA sample. 

For the next few months, the team can only go off of blurred pictures they manage to capture, but it was only so long before this creature seemed to disappear off the face of the earth. Not a sign of it anywhere. Where did it go? 

What data they could collect was that it wasn't much smaller than the average person. Maybe about 5 feet tall. Lots of red fur. And it can use illusions. 

It was hurt as well, it seemed the UB arrived in their world with a pretty nasty wound on its side. What caused it though, they could only guess. Blurred photographs depicted… bandages around its midriff? 

Perhaps it is more intelligent than they thought. 

It didn't take long for this UB to figure out it was being followed. It became much more scarce and hard to track before it vanished. 

Though, after some time, a report from Lusamine gives Faba some information. A woman has been spotted with the Team Skull boss of all people, and her hair is strikingly similar to their UB. 

Recalling the UB can use illusions, Faba and Lusamine wonder if this is what they're searching for. An Ultra Beast integrating into human society…? 

Faba is tasked with obtaining a DNA sample to confirm this woman isn't human, and a rather perfect string of events not long after leaves a blood sample in his hands. 

This UB and one of the grunts of Team Skull have an outing just past Ula' Ula meadow. It just so happens to be near a pack of Midday Lycanroc that call the area home. 

These wolf Pokémon can sense something new is in their territory, and a scuffle leaves the supposed UB injured. Faba is able to recover a blood sample after the UB and grunt flee the area. 

Faba has to test the sample multiple times because the results just don't make sense. They are given the information that yes, this woman isn't human as they thought. 

However, it doesn't appear to be an Ultra Beast either. 

It's a Pokémon. A hybrid to be exact. Half Lycanroc, half Zoroark. Faba has to confirm no Midnight Lycanroc are in the pack they have been monitoring, and no sightings have been reported of Zoroark in the area. This rules out the possibility of a contaminated sample. 

Things start to make a bit more sense after another look at the photographs, at least what can be made out from the blurry images. 

Though, this raises many questions. 

How did it come to their world? How did such a genetic anomaly come to happen? Just how intelligent is it if it can live among humans? What caused the injury it came here with? What is it like in its home world? 

Does Guzma know the woman he's with is a Pokémon hiding as a human? 

Eclipse not only has to protect herself, but she has to protect a residual power she carried from home. 

This power is something that clings to her, residual energy she absorbed from the Time Gears. 

These artifacts regulate the flow of time in her home lands. By taking them in attempts to complete her goals, she unknowingly absorbs some of their energy and is later able to manipulate time for very short periods. 

Not only this, but this energy allows her to access a sort of hidden form. A Dusk Form of herself. This is an actual physical form unlike her illusions. This form is faster and more limber. 

However, using this power is taxing on her energy. She can only access this power or form for short periods of time.

She knows if the power was somehow taken from her, it could be disastrous if it fell into the wrong hands. 

This is another reason she does her best to steer clear of the Aether Foundation. 

Eclipse struggles with nightmares from time to time. Guzma is usually woken by her and he does his best to calm her down. 

Usually he's woken by the sounds of whimpers or crying, sometimes she's shifting around on the bed enough to wake him. Sometimes she's got a death grip on him. 

Holding her usually helps after he carefully wakes her up. Seeing the terror in her eyes after they snap open does worry him, but he tugs her close and whispers that everything is okay. 

Eclipse never tells him what she's dreaming about. Any attempt only causes tears to well up and she chokes, despite her efforts to hide it. 

There was one time though, one time Guzma couldn't explain. Eclipse was fidgeting during another nightmare and he reached over and tried to shake her awake. Though, he froze as something flashed in front of his eyes when he touched her - a bright pair of red eyes, red-tipped black tendrils gripping… something red. It was blurry and it all happened so quickly. 

Guzma blinked and tried to reason that he was still half asleep. He shook Eclipse awake and she shot up, a hand around her throat as the noise that came from her was definitely one of terror. 

He soothes her and pulls her close, trying to calm her down from the dream. Soft whispers and rubbing her back as he presses soft kisses to her head and cheeks.  

Because of this power and her interactions with the Time Gears, Eclipse has a heightened sense of detecting sort of abnormalities in the area around her. 

Ula' Ula island has a meadow, and not too far from the meadow is the Lake of the Moone/Sunne

Eclipse senses some sort of energy radiating from this place, but she can't figure out what or why. Perhaps it's a place of worship? 

It gives her a familiar tingle, much like the same kind of energy she felt when approaching a Time Gear. 

Guzma's favorite drink is hot Tapu Cocoa. The grunts usually know to leave some for him, but sometimes they get a little greedy and end up leaving barely anything for Guzma. Of course he gives them an earful for this and sends one of them off to go pick up more. 

Because of this, Guzma keeps a pack or two of Tapu Cocoa powder (the good  shit, a better version of the instant stuff) hidden away in the kitchen for himself that the grunts won't find. 

However, a certain human disguised Pokémon still has one hell of a nose and sniffs it out late one night. She has her companion Pokémon at this point, a little Vinepede she rescued from a group of Ariados. 

"No I'm not allergic to chocolate, that's an old Pokémon's tale."

Eclipse is perched up on the counter and enjoying the hot drink when Guzma wanders in after waking up and wondering where his lovebug had gone off to so late at night. 

He catches a little bit of conversation between Eclipse and her Vinepede, but he's too tired to register that she was talking with a Pokémon of all things. She's weird, it's late, whatever. 

It was like 3 in the morning and he had woken up to an empty bed. He was worried she had been woken up by another nightmare or went to sit outside on the front steps again.

Instead, he finds her in the kitchen drinking from his hidden stash of Tapu Cocoa. He's too tired to be miffed about it, instead he just makes himself a cup and leans on the counter beside her to relax with her before they go back to bed. 

There's a little bit of small talk mixed in here and there as they sit in the kitchen.

Of course he tells her not to touch it again and they can get her some of her own from town in the morning. Or afternoon. Whenever they wake up.

Something still nags at the back of his sleepy brain about her talking so casually with her Pokémon.

The tattoos Guzma and Plumeria have are fake. 

People really think kids/teens/young adults who don't work/have no income think they can afford tattoos? 

Yeah they get some money during their alliance with the Aether Foundation, but it's mostly just enough for food and to keep some of the lights on. Something to keep Guzma and his band of misfits working for Lusamine. 

Not enough for something pricey like forearm and stomach tattoos. 

Nah, they're just make up. 

Also explains how Guz and Plumes don't have them post Sun/Moon/how they didn't have them so quickly. 

Plus tattoo removals are also costly. Money Team Skull/post disbanded Team Skull doesn't have. 

If Eclipse were to get one, she'd have it between her shoulder blades on her back. Something rarely seen and personal to herself. 

Eclipse snags Guzma's jacket any chance she can get. It's baggy and comfortable! 

It smells like him too. Eclipse is big on scents. 

Like really big on scents.

Sometimes the boss catches her with her nose buried in that scarf of her’s. 

The jacket is cozy and comfortable and any time Guzma doesn't have it, it's probably on Eclipse. 

The first time she snatched it was when he left it on the throne while he bathed. He went to bed without it and Eclipse snatched it before joining him. He woke up in the morning to see her wearing it and he was in reluctant awe. 

She did look… a little cute in it. Just a little.

She's an absolute fucking brat about giving it back; offers to give it back for a kiss, asks what he's gunna do about it, dares him to take it from her himself, etc. 

They scuffle for it, and that usually ends up with Guz on top of her. 

Leering down at her while she's got her fingers around that gold chain, gently tugging him down for a kiss. 

“Give it back.”

“Gunna have to get it off me yourself~”

MMMMM Chin Scragglies

Guz sometimes doesn't shave off all his stubble on his face. He leaves a little bin on his chin and it that doesn't leave Eclipse swooning a bit.

She loves it when he hugs her from behind and he nuzzles into the crook of her shoulder and her neck or leaves kisses on her shoulder (or bites on her neck)

The scratching tickles a bit and she just loves it.

He does the little tickle nuzzle thing on purpose to make her laugh.

Eclipse can take Guzma's jacket, but she's a total hypocrite and she doesn't let anyone touch her scarf. 

Clearly this scarf means a lot to her, but she never says just why. She's pretty tight lipped about it, not even Guzma knows why for a while. 

Once she lost it somewhere in the shady house and nearly had a breakdown over it. Guzma was pretty worried to find Eclipse making an even bigger mess of his bedroom trying to find the damn thing. 

She was on the verge of tears at that point and snapped at him and the grunts that she needed that scarf back. 

One of the grunts eventually finds it and if Eclipse didn't damn near take their hand with her when she snatched it back. 

It's like a security blanket for her, even more than the boss' jacket. It's hers. No one is allowed to touch it, and Guzma doesn't try to wear it because it's not his style anyway. 

Eclipse takes in a little kid and her Mimikyu after the two cause a bit of trouble for a couple of the grunts. 

When the two return to Po Town after an outing, Guzma overhears a few of the grunts talking about how some bratty kid snatched Tonya's favorite apple snacks while they were walking through town. 

The convenience store in Malie City is the only place on the island that has those snacks, and it's a long walk! 

Tonya's griping and huffy about the whole thing and Guzma asks what's up. Eclipse can't help but snort a little that a kid ran by and swiped her snacks. 

After some explaining, they find out there's some kid that's been stealing food and other things around the city with her Mimikyu. She's probably about 8 or so. 

It's been going on for a couple months now but oddly enough the kid just… vanishes before she can be caught. 

During an outing to Malie City for some groceries for the shady house, one of Eclipse's bags is snatched by a kid and her Mimikyu. Guzma goes to yell after her, but Eclipse recognizes it instantly. 

The kid is a Zorua. 

Eclipse warns him to not chew her out and the two go after her. Just like before, the kid and her Pokémon are just gone. 

She sniffs them out though, and the pair are found munching on their freshly stolen goods. Seems they've been living off what food they can steal. 

The girl's name is Mimi and the Mimikyu's name is Mimsy.

Quotes: 

Eclipse: 

"I know they say time heals all wounds, but…why do I still feel like I'm bleeding out?"

"Yeah I said I had fought gods. I never said I won. Well- er, I didn't win all the fights, but I won some!" 

(To a Stakataka, probably) "Square up, you stack of shit!"

"Sorry, I'm too busy. Got stuff to do." (Guzma, either in the background or beside her) "I'm stuff."

"Reckless, crazy bitch - what's the difference?" 

"Not trying to belittle your dumbfuckery, but I've done worse." 

"I'd like to make it clear to everyone present that I am severely unmedicated, so if you have a problem take it up with my fucking therapist." 

"I'm measuring the difference between jack shit and fuck all!" 

Guzma: 

"You fuck with any grunt on Team Skull, you fuck with me."

"Yeah, some of them might be idiots, but they're my idiots."

"No, Plumes got custody of (grunt name here) that weekend. How it works around here." 

"Legal? Yeah, it's a hundred percent legal! …ish." 

"I'm your favorite idiot, huh?" 

"I know if I wanted a kiss I just had to ask, but I'm tryin' to be cute. Can't blame ya boy for tryin', can you?" 

"Aight Eclipse, I know you got my jacket. Where you hidin'?"

"Hey, I see you eyeballin' my jacket all the time. I know you want it." 

"I swear I can't take you anywhere without you gettin' into some sort of trouble! I'm this close to puttin' your ass on a leash! …. No, no, wipe that smirk off your face, you damn demon." 

Random BS: 

Eclipse would be one to scroll for hours on end on social media. Quotes specific vines and tiktoks when the chance presents itself. She doesn't have a phone though so-

It's the grunts fault, mostly. 

The team plays Mario Kart on the dingy old TV in the downstairs living quarters. Eclipse is shit at it at first, but she manages to learn pretty quick and woops everyone's ass at it. 

Only other person who can match her is Plumeria. 

Butts - Guzma gropes, Eclipse slaps. It's a little back and forth they have going on after a while. 

If Eclipse and Guzma were to play Animal Crossing, they would share a single save file. Guzma catches the bugs and Eclipse does literally everything else. 

I promise I'll get the normal Guzma headcanons out at some point, I went to pull some headcanons from this list and it was all down hill from there, sorry-

#pokemon #guzma #oc x canon #oc #pokemon oc #guzma pokemon #headcanons #team skull guzma #plumeria #team skull plumeria #plumeria pokemon #writing #headcanon list #tw - abuse mentions #tw - death mention #tw - swearing #tw #trigger warning #mildly spicey #pokemon faba #pokemon lusamine #team skull #pokemon team skull #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon colosseum #pokemon gale of darkness #tw - trauma

[nicbutnasty]

Happy pride month, here's a jockstrap-wearing vintage cowboy pinup Bones to celebrate. Commissioned by @twinkboimler who always comes up with the best ideas (no seriously, go read their fics)

dip ink pen + indian ink, watercolour, and coloured pencil, on hot pressed paper, approx 7x9"

#the horse is based on the alien horses in The Final Frontier! again not my idea but I had fun #star trek #tos #leonard mccoy #bones #spicey #(mildly) #my art #my trek art

[shares-a-vest]

Prompt: "You're shaking" (Discord Drabble) This is mildly spicy... ish... Not really. Mostly lovey-dovey gooey after spicey stuffs Posting right down to the wire with this one (and adding in a little 'star' reference for yesterday's prompt I missed).

"Steve?" Eddie whispers, pressing a kiss to his partner's ear, his arms squeezing around him tighter still.

Steve huffs in response, the rush of his hot breath coating the crook of Eddie's neck where he is nestled in close. Eddie cards his fingers through damped hair before scratching softly at the clammy skin at the nape of Steve's neck.

"M'fine," Steve mumbles after a good long while of nothing but the sounds of the two of them catching their breaths.

Eddie frowns, turning ever so to once again whisper in his ear.

"You sure? You're shaking."

He runs a soothing hand up and down Steve's warm back, his fingers ghosting over the long lengths of scar tissue in vertical gouges near his shoulder blades. Steve lifts his head, eyes screwed shut and brows knitted together.

He gulps and breathes out through his mouth, stilling a little.

"I'm fine," he repeats, his voice clearer now, "Just saw stars... for a minute there..."

He opens his eyes. They are all glassy but blown out as he looks Eddie over and reaches a shaky hand to push back the hair sticking to his forehead. Eddie can feel that he is making a bigger mess of it.

He kisses Steve's palm.

"I know," he can't help but grin into his hand, "That was..."

He trails off as a smile tugs at the corner of Steve's lip.

"Yeah," Steve sighs, eyes fluttering shut once again.

He shifts his weight enough that he can rest his head against Eddie's beating chest and does his best to get his arm wrapped underneath him without disturbing their embrace too much.

"I love you, Steve," Eddie says, kissing into his mussed-up hair once he is properly settled.

"Love you too," Steve hums.

#wrote like two sentences of this one this morning then moved to other stuff #stwgdailyprompt #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #lilys drabbles #steve x eddie

[darkaviarymc]

I'm making this its own post because it's driving me crazy. This is not a googleable question, I would like for a real live human to read my question and answer it genuinely because I'm asking it genuinely. I truly do not understand.

This art right here:

Why?

Why is this a big deal? Why is it a meme? Quackbur was and still is a relatively popular dsmp ship. And this art is like. Relatively normal as far as ship art goes. It's mildly spicey ship art of two block dudes kissing. NO OTHER SHIP ART OF TWO BLOCK DUDES KISSING gets this treatment. Not even other quackbur art! It's been mocked and memed and ridiculed and reposted without credit a hundred thousand times.

Did the original artist originally do it as a joke, or were they just trying to enjoy their ship, and we made an artist who did nothing wrong into meme and a laughing stalk?

If they did do it as a joke, why? Why did they pour so much artistic talent into making fun of a perfectly harmless block dude ship?

Did they consent to it being reposted, redrawn, and used in meme templates? Or are we all just stealing art for lols?

WHO IS THE ORIGINAL ARTIST?

#dsmp shipping #quackbur #mcyt shipping

[identitty-dickruption]

I’m a mildly dyslexic alcoholic and I am here to rewrite the dictionary <3

#polls #poll

[pkmnomegaverse]

Random posts from discord chat logs time cause it’s where I talk about anything even mildly spicey. Some N/Hilbert thoughts. Some involving sex.

The no bed thing is more a thought vs a thing I am set on as canon but the idea still amuses me cause can play around with that.

Ghetsis controlling N (as he does) by trying to teach him to think about sex and omegas in a certain way.

Aaaaand baby thoughts. Not meant as a kink thing for N per se (although it certainly could be) but more I think if you have an N with a sheltered upbringing manipulated by Ghetsis combined with his own understanding of how, for Pokemon, sex is pretty much always for reproduction, that might lead to him viewing sex in a certain way initially. Like would know conceptually humans have sex for multiple reasons, but still. Can’t help but associate sex = reproduction.

#IsshuShipping #N #Hilbert #Ghetsis

[detonya-art]

Have some mildly spicey art from September~

Sometimes I draw my characters kissing n junk.

It's good practice lol

#illustration #sketchbook #drawings #artwork #art #sketch #artists on tumblr #sketches #drawing #traditional art #oc character #original characters

[wigglesforsquiggles]

Mm you don't like sweets right?

Does it apply to generally sweet food too? :D

ALSO do u like spicy food👀

yes i don't like sweets,, i am the british sterotype where i can't handle extreme taste in food (i have tried jellybabies and i grimaced at how sweet it was both times)

both times ive been to america i tried the bread was too sweet,, which i disliked (my younger sibling loved it tho).

i do enjoy mildly spicey food - i used to be absolutely awful at it bc i didn't have spicey food at all as a child, but nowadays i am ok (i am better than like 40% of my friends)

i am aware i am bad w spice compared to most ppl tho so u don't need to tell me that

#wiggles asks #hi rain :D #v good questions #i dislike artificially sweet food bc it's too intense #and leaves a bad aftertaste #fruit is v sweet but i am getting used to it #and it's kind of nice so :]

[unit-5b]

peppers are going to outlive humanity.

lemme explain: peppers originally had evolved capsaicin (the chemical that causes spice) to ward of animal's which would eat them by making them unpleasant to eat, thus lowering the chances of animals going to eat them again. now, fast forward to humans, we find peppers, find out about the spice, and find out that we like it. so, we begin growing more peppers to eat and use for cooking. now eventually, people get ideas, and decide to breed peppers to make them more spicey. this takes peppers and makes them go from a mildly unpleasant time eating them, to actual agony if you take just a nibble. now imagine, humanity goes extinct, buildings fall into disrepair, and so do pepper farms. naturally the seeds of these EXETREMLY spicy peppers find their way to soil and begin growing naturally. now with the original spice already being enough to ward off most animals, imagine how effective a pepper that puts you in agony and makes you crap your brains out will do in the wild. furthermore: natural selection is gonna prefer hotter peppers over milder ones, thus, peppers are only gonna get hotter, and HOTTER. by the time new intelligent life rolls around, peppers would have already gone from spicy, to actual torture method.

all i gotta say is that the new dominant species is gonna be hella confused on why the guys who came before them ate and cooked their torture tools.

#pepper #deep thoughts #future #posthuman

[bitchapalooza]

Me last night: I like these pepperonies :) they're yummy :) they're my favs :)

Me now: Ew, why the fuck does this taste mildly spicey and not almost give me maximum heartburn spicey? Why is it so thick!? This texture awful, who approved of this?????????

#you ever just #have those days tho xhxhd #talkies

[trillionstars]

long time no draw!!

#in 2020 we're MILDLY SPICEY #✩ nick #✩ olive

[ultimaid]

😳

#i started writimg... mildly spicey stuff #adn it got. unexpectedlee REELY spicey #amd now i cabt show any-one bc ime EMBARRASSED #eno.txt

[sandorcentral]

Welcome Home (Sandor x Reader, NSFW)

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x F!Reader

Summary:  It was requested I write a fic in an AU where Sandor survives Season 8 and is married to Sansa's seamstress, in which Sandor is reunited with his wife and things get..spicey. 

Wordcount:  2435

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: canon divergence, swearing, explicit language, Sandor being mildly sexually aggressive, Sandor fucking BITES and I do not take criticism on this, me not writing dialogue for Sandor very well, size kink, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, unprotected sex. 

A/N:  I suck at writing for Sandor but this is only my first attempt.  Be kind, and comment if you feel so inclined. (:

Also I'll be reblogging this later with the AO3 link.

You'd tossed and turned all night.   Every night without Sandor by your side was fitful.  A generous quantity of wine before bed helped, just not enough. You had spent so many years comforted by your husband's warmth and sheer size that it just didn't feel right trying to find slumber without Sandor's arms wrapped around you, his warm breath and soft snores in your ear.  The burly mastiff that the Clegane house had provided as a wedding gift those years ago huffed and curled up behind your knees, attempting to provide you with the company you were so sorely lacking.  The pressure of the massive dog leaning into you was all that encouraged you to somnolence, as you imagined a much more substantial hound was providing you the warmth needed for rest.

***

The sharp clank of your door's lock shifting roused you instantly.  The mastiff sprang to its paws and a growl rose from deep in its chest, but a heavy gauntleted hand patted the creature's head and calmed it instantly.  "All right, you bloody mutt.  That's a good dog."  

It felt like a dream, hearing that deep rasp.  It had been a dream on so many occasions since Sandor left to accompany Queen Sansa on her visit to consult Bran in the Crownlands.  You'd slept so little the entire time he had been absent that it felt like a vision, suddenly seeing your husband's towering visage before you. 

After shoeing your mastiff into the hall, Sandor sat down heavily before you on the bed, and discarded his gauntlets upon the floor.  The moment you sat up he captured your face in large, calloused hands and kissed you with a ferocity that took your breath away.  His kisses could be harsh but his lips were soft, save for the fur around his mouth that tickled you.  For a lingering moment you wondered if this perfect moment was indeed just another dream.

With a low rumble under his breath Sandor pulled away, planting the softest kiss upon your forehead, before wrapping huge arms around you and folding you against his chest.  If there were seven heavens then this was indubitably one of them, surrounded by your husband's warmth, the light musk of his skin, and his fingers absent-mindedly stroking your bed-befuddled hair.  

  

"I was wondering if you were ever coming back," you jested quietly, turning your face up to meet Sandor's gaze.  Your chiding words were immediately punished by sharp teeth nipping at your lips, followed by a tender kiss where he'd now left a light red mark.  You clutched his thickly furred jaw in both hands, thumbs occasionally ghosting over his cheekbones, almost trying to convince yourself he was real.  

Sandor leaned back, suddenly looking lost.  He got like this sometimes, especially following any significant absence of you.  Originally you only saw this reaction out of him when you'd stroke or kiss the marred half of his face; you'd always loved pressing your lips to that downward-drooping brow.  It had bewildered Sandor for the longest, the fact that not only did you have no qualms about looking at him, you had no apprehensions about touching his melted skin.  An almost tranced expression overcame his face, his thumb stroking your cheek absent-mindedly as you moved closer to him.  

"I missed you," Sandor rumbled hoarsely, his wolfish gaze of his good eye dropping to your lips.  

"And I love you."

"Mm. Daft as always," Sandor grunted, with his tiny quirk of a smile, before kissing you once more with fervor.    

"I was going to offer you wine but you already taste like it," you chuckled against his mouth.  You had long since begun to associate the deep sugary flavor of red wine with Sandor's coarsely furred lips, and you were perfectly fine with that.  

"What the fuck else am I supposed to do on that ride back?  Besides.  The Broken King can afford Dornish red." 

"Don't call him that."  You gave Sandor the same puppy eyes you did when he casually insulted any of your acquaintances in the Stark family.  

Sandor snorted and suddenly you were being pushed back onto the bed.  "Quit your talking," he rasped.  "We've got lost time to make up for."   

You weren't about to argue with the huge man as his lips found your neck and he deftly undid the lacing of your dress until it loosened from your shoulders, revealing your chest and stomach to him.  Looking you up and down, Sandor absent-mindedly drew his lower lip between his teeth.  He looked hungry, not unlike the way he appeared when he was itching for a fight to start.  

More lacings came undone and more harsh kisses and bites ensued.  Sandor worked his way down your body, nipping at your collarbone then showing delicacy to your nipples - swirling his tongue around them until you shivered and tightened your fingers' grip in his hair.  You loved the fact that his hands were more than large enough to entirely encompass each of your breasts in his palms, and that his mouth was deft in his exploration of your body. 

It was not long before Sandor was wriggling your dress over your hips and discarding it upon the floor, before taking a moment to admire the form of his wife, drinking in your visage.  He had this way of smiling at you that didn't quite reach his mouth but the crinkles around his eyes betrayed that he was pleased.  He ran one large, rough hand down your side and over the sharp curve of your hip, before taking your knee and spreading you open before him.  

He kissed your inner thighs delicately, starting near your knees and moving closer and closer to your core.  His beard tickled you here and there but that was soon forgotten when his warm mouth reached your nub, his large tongue languidly lapping up and down your folds.  One calloused hand gripped the junction where your thigh met your hip, while the other tentatively stroked your entrance, gauging how ready you were.  

"Sandor, please," you breathed, and that was all he needed.  Two long, thick fingers slid into you, before curving upward in a come-hither motion, stroking the spot inside you that made your eyes roll back immediately.  His talented tongue swirling around your nub had you shuddering uncontrollably and tightening around his fingers, making Sandor sigh against you in satisfaction - a low noise that reverberated through your core and had your thighs quivering on either side of his head.  

Your fingers twisted in his hair, attempting to gather long locks away from his face the way he would for you when your mouth was full of his cock.  Gasps and mutters of his name fell from your lips as you felt shocks snaking up through your body.  His fingers quickened their pace, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, as he suckled at your nub like his life depended on it.  

For a moment you looked down at the tantalizing man between your legs, overcome with the fact that it was him you had managed to marry and that was pleasuring you, the Hound, that was exploring you so intimately.  Years of being together had never dulled this exhilaration; had never lessened the inherent excitement of being ravished by this notoriously huge, powerful man.  For a moment his "good" eye met your gaze; the other eye was too weighed down by his maimed, melted brow to see you at such an angle. 

"Sandor, I'm -"  Your voice cut off suddenly, unable to process the amount of sensation coursing through you. 

In response he slipped a third finger into you, at which point you were certain he was not simply enjoying playing with you, he was getting you ready.  "Go ahead."  His rasping voice rumbling against you, and the sudden crook of his fingers inside you against that special spot was all you needed.  You tightened your grip in Sandor's hair and cried out as stars burst behind your eyelids, your back arching up off the bed.  

A fewmioments and Sandor sat up as you lay quivering and spent, wiping your moisture from his lips and beard.  His eyes were dark with lust, and he was breathing nearly as hard as you were.  

As you slowly came down from the high that his ministrations provided, you had the pleasure of watching Sandor stand and shed his layers.  He was quite adept at undoing his own armor, the result of having never accepted a squire, swiftly leaving him in the loose small-clothes that were your honor to remove.  You sat up, still remarkably shaky in the legs, and took the hem of his tunic in your hands.  You laid a kiss upon each section of your husband's flesh that you revealed, savoring the soft tickle of the dark hair that covered the expanse of his broad chest and abdomen.  

Tunic removed, you graduated down to the buttons of his trousers, teasingly avoiding the swelling you encountered.  Your husband's arousal was no small thing to avoid - to your original intrigue and dismay, you had discovered Sandor was exactly as well-endowed as one would assume a man of his stature might be. You kissed the deep brown fur from his collarbone to his navel, while your hands worked on freeing him from the confines of his trousers.  

Cloth slipped over his hips and Sandor sighed in relief, his stiffened length no longer uncomfortably restrained.  You began laying adoring kisses on your husband's stomach, following the thick trail of brown curls from his navel to his root.  A low rumble worked its way out of the huge man as you placed more kisses on either side of his cock, his warm shaft just barely grazing your cheek.  

"Enough," Sandor growled, taking a handful of your hair, and once again you found yourself being gripped by the shoulder and pushed back onto the bed, though with more fervor this time.  He crawled onto the bed after you, a hungry, predatory gleam in his eyes as he moved atop you.  

Sandor clutched your face in both large hands, resting his forehead against yours.  His breath was hot on your face and his  warm member slid back and forth over your entrance, his leaking length heavy and rubbing against your nub.  You squirmed a little in anticipation beneath Sandor as his tip sought your entrance.

Sandor's lips found yours again before he leaned into you, the weight of his body driving his cock home.  You gasped sharply, all of you tensing as he filled you suddenly and nearly to the hilt, your fingers tangling frantically in your husband's llong hair. You couldn't blame him - he was desperate, he needed to be one with his wife after all this time, but that didn't change the fact that in his urgency Sandor was forgetting you might need some extra time to adjust to him after all these moons of his absence.  

Sandor drew back, his lips exploring from your jaw to your ear. Your nails dug into his shoulders and you yelped as he bottomed out in you with the next thrust; he still wasn't even buried to the hilt.  With a few insistent strokes the burn of him stretching you began to fade, or it became easier to ignore when Sandor filling you to the brim was sending shocks resonating through your core.  

If you really needed convincing to ignore the short-lived pain of his entrance, Sandor sank his teeth into the side of your neck, distracting you with a sensation he knew you responded well to.  The bite was sharp but sent a delicious, dull ache resonating through you as he held on, like a dog mounting its bitch.  You were fully aware that this would be a blue or purple bruise tomorrow, the way his teeth were baring into you, but you didn't care.  In fact the prospect excited you particularly.  Few things satisfied you as much as visible reminders that you belonged to the Hound - it was your honor to wear the marks of the Clegane dog claiming you, branded in your own misplaced blood.  Perhaps one day that honor would be worn as a swollen belly full of Sandor's pups.  

You wrapped your legs snugly around his midsection, allowing a less overwhelming angle as his pace began to pick up rapidly.  What had been relatively methodical strokes were now frantic and restless, eliciting gasps and shrill moans from you every time Sandor's cock came up against that wall deep inside you, sending tendrils of sharp pleasure up through you.  Your eyes rolled back in your head and the rest of the world began to drop away, nothing existing in that moment but your union with Sandor; the musk of his skin surrounding you, the tickle of his dark helical strands falling around your face, the breath-taking sensation of him filling you relentlessly.  He was absolutely intoxicating.  

The force of his rutting eventually sent you over the edge again, and you cried out frantically enough that you stuffed your own fist into your mouth with celerity.  Sandor immediately grasped your wrist, holding your hand captive above your head.  "No," he snarled, gripping the hair of the back of your head, "let them hear what I'm doing to you."  Undoubtedly referring to adjacent rooms in the castle.  You whimpered against Sandor's furred lips, unable to control your body tightening around him convulsively, drawing from him his own climax.  Sandor took your throat between his teeth with a low snarl as he suddenly spilled into you, his warm seed filling you to the point of overflowing.  

You kept your legs tightened around your husband's waist as he loosened his teeth on your flesh and rested his damp forehead against the swoop of your shoulder. You were unwilling to experience the absence of him within your body just yet.  Sandor's cock still pulsed and twitched, his breath ragged on your neck, as your insides milked the last few drops out of him. 

A small whine escaped you as Sandor withdrew slowly, settling beside you on the bed and collecting you to his chest.  You nuzzled against the soft curls of his collarbone and gently entwined your legs with his.  "I love you," Sandor rumbled sleepily, resting his chin atop your head.  

"Welcome home, love."  You laid a languid series of tender kisses beneath his jaw, though Sandor was already snoring softly, arms still clasped solidly around you.  You smiled against his chest, and it wasn't long until you fell into the only peaceful sleep you'd found in fortnights.  

#sandor clegane x reader #sandor clegane #sandor the hound clegane #sandor clegane x you #sandor clegane x oc #i cant believe it took me like a month to write this #LEMON

[devildomdoofus]

Lemon Dreams: Part 1

[NSFW]

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

a bit of spicey lil dreams the brothers have of MC. If requested, I’ll add the undateables (minus Luke) into a Part 3.

Gender-Neutral as always.

MINORS:

DO NOT INTERACT

DO NOT PROCEED

Be smart, have common sense.

I’m not responsible for your irresponsibility.

You see the warnings. I put them out plainly. Adhere.

‼️WARNINGS‼️

NSFW, mature theme, mature content, implied intercourse, nudity, swearing, light bondage, BDSM, tidbit of pet play, wet dreams,

IF I MISSED ANY, PLEASE INFORM ME

Author’s Note (Sorry, I’ll try to be brief):

Trying my hand at some “light” N S F W content to see how I do and see how it goes.

Thank you all, once again, for the love and support and positive responses!! You’re enjoyment is the reason I keep doing what I love to do✨ Please: stay healthy, stay safe, stay you, and stay ruling them all, MCs 💕

- DevildomDoofus

💙Lucifer:

Regrettably, it has been nearly a millennia since he’s had any amount of a decent shuteye due to his brothers’ antics, his oversight of R.A.D., and obligations to Diavolo so you can only imagine the amount of fatigue that he felt in his mind, body, and soul. But because of his image and his own personal desire to be nothing short of perfect, he couldn’t simply rest whenever or wherever he pleased. It was outlandish to even consider the idea. Unfortunately, the side effects of denying himself any form of rest were starting to show. It was causing him to make mistakes he wouldn’t normally make and Diavolo had to personally intervene, using his authority on behalf of his dear friend’s health or lack thereof and demanded that he take a day off. He was the only one in all of the realms that could try and convince this workaholic to put on the breaks. You, yourself, have tried before but Lucifer was as stubborn as the days of summer were long and you felt like you were talking to a brick wall. But because Lucifer could not deny his prince’s demands, he reluctantly obliged... but not without absolute confirmation that nothing would go wrong while he was absent and as soon as he felt rested enough, he would return immediately.

Locking himself away in his room while putting a soundproof spell on the outside of it, he finally sits down at his desk and leans back in his chair as he sluggishly closes his eyes. The silence was both mildly relaxing and extremely uncomfortable as it was so rare for the world around him to be so... quiet. so undisturbed. So peaceful.

It was a bit unnerving.

He sighs deeply. This whole resting thing was going to be a lot more difficult than he originally thought. He stands up to go grab a vinyl record, places it on the antique gramophone and turns the device on. The orchestra makes their way through the metal funnel and the melody of the instruments echo beautifully throughout his room. “Much better,” he hums to himself. He tosses his coat aside, unbuttons his vest and drops it to the floor, removes his button-up shirt, kicks off his shoes, and does away with his belt while his pants follow suit. He dons his nighttime robe and finally slides into his bed. As soon as he hits the mattress, his eyes shut and his mind turns off, allowing him to drift swiftly into a deep slumber.

The dream started out like any other dream he’s had in his life; it’s mundane and not much is going on. It’s practically the same as ‘bringing work home with him’ but in his dreams. He’s at his desk, crossing his t’s, dotting his i’s, finalizing some paperwork, and the like, while the stress from his waking hours begins to find its way back to him like a boomerang.

Then, as if by magic, all of his stress melted away as soon as he heard a knock on his door along with your voice calling for him softly on the other side. He smirks. “You may enter.” He kept his head low as you stepped in due to the fact that he was finishing signing a particular paper. “Just a moment,” he instructs, as the last cursive letter finds its place on the paper. He begins to lift his eyes to meet yours. “Now, what can I do for yo-...” He freezes.

There you were, standing before him, in nothing but one of his ties hanging loosely around your neck. His jaw clenches and his fist tighten into a ball so firmly that his knuckles turn white under his gloves.

‘Like a lamb to it’s slaughter,’ he quotes, internally.

Needless to say, the dream takes a more DRASTIC turn and he’s got you bent over the desk, hands tied up with his tie that you so graciously considered to bring with you, and his name pouring out of your lips like a faucet. He’s taking you all for himself, piece by divine piece, with every snap of his hips, bite of your skin, and claw of your flesh. What a sight you were beneath him.

The moment he wakes, his body is covered in a ‘morning’s dew’ of sweat and the sheets of his bed have become painfully heavy on his lower half. His heart is still thumping wildly in his chest and his eyes are darting everywhere in his room, ensuring that he’s alone and no one can see him in such a disheveled state. He uses part of his robe to dab away the sweat from his brow and then rubs his eyes as he collects himself.

Spends the next many few hours calming himself down and hoping that he is blessed by some unholy miracle where NOBODY walks in...

especially you...

with nothing but his tie hanging loosely around your neck and-...

Ah shit.

The following morning at breakfast, he is eyeing you rather heavily from across the table and his brothers take notice but never dare to say a word. They just assume that you’ve done something to piss him off again and want no part of it.

They are not entirely wrong, though. You had unknowingly irked him quite a bit.

You entered his dreams without permission, made such a delectable spectacle of yourself in front of him, and caused him to feel things that no other demon, angel, human, nor any other soul for that matter, has been able to make him feel. And now he has to deal with these explicit thoughts and feelings, especially when you’re around or in his vicinity, along with many other things that demand his attention and it’s all just so irritating. Delightfully irritating. The kind of irritating he secretly enjoys.

The next few days, you never really get the sense that anything is off with Lucifer for how well he carries himself, no matter his circumstances, and yet... he seems to be less physical with you. Normally, he would give you the occasional hand on the shoulder or upper back when you needed guidance, allow you to lean on his shoulder when your days had been particularly rough and you needed to rest, or pinch your cheek when he teased you but lately... he wouldn’t even keep eye contact with you for very long without turning away and- was that a hint of pink in his cheeks? No, surely you are imagining things. Lucifer, blushing? Has the devildom froze over?

💛Mammon:

This poor, sweet and a little bit sleazy man was just SO exhausted from having to get up early that morning when he’d normally sleep in, to go to a school he doesn’t ever really pay attention to, as well as constantly keep lower demons from getting anywhere near his precious MC, bribe Levi to do his homework in exchange for an exclusive Ruri-Chan figurine (which he went into further debt to obtain), keep his overbearing fanbase from his modeling jobs happy on social media... it all was simply too much for The Great Mammon to be doing when he could alternatively be doing something better. Like being lazy sleeping off this R.A.D lag.

He had skipped his last few remaining classes and told you he was headed to your room to crash before school let out and you two could hang out later. He plopped onto your bed, nuzzled his face into one of your pillows, and fell asleep shortly after to your sweet aroma surrounding him.

His dream began as they typically do, with him gambling his Grimm for higher payouts or watching the Devildom stock market fluctuate in his favor... or more often times than he’ll ever admit, it’s just the two of you spending some quality time together alone for a change.

Only this time, his dream didn’t end up the way it typically did.

In his dream, he was sitting next to you on the sofa with his arm resting behind your head wanting to wrap it around you so fucking badly and watching whatever you had put on when it was interrupted by the winning lottery ticket read out. He leapt from couch with a big yell and the winning ticket in hand, and rushed to hug the tv and to kiss the demon inside of it, thanking him, Lady Luck, and anyone else involved in his incredible fortune today. As he turned around to come squeeze you tight with excitement and have you share in his celebration, his whole body tensed and he stopped in his tracks. He had become a deer in the headlights.

You were now lewdly postured on the couch, bare and exposed, excluding how you were practically dripping in gold jewelry/accessories whilst surrounded by enormous piles of Grimm. With one finger, you beckoned him over.

To say that this is one of his all time favorite fantasies would be THE understatement of the millennia.

He was in front then over you in a matter of milliseconds, his demon form taking over his body and stealing noises from you that the entire House of Lamentation- no- the entire Devildom could hear and FUCK he loved that thought almost as much as he adored you he cared about you; the thought that the entire Devildom could hear that you were his and his alone, that no other soul could make you feel like this.

And just as it was about to get really good, he wakes up.

Red faced, breathing heavily, and a thick coat of sweat all over his body. Not to mention the newfound, painful tightness in his pants.

He’s jerking his head around the room to confirm hoping to deny that is was all simply a dream, and to be certain that you hadn’t come back from school early or something and found him like this.

“Unholy shit.” He wipes the sweat from his face and then takes his phone in his hand to check the time. “UNHOLY SHIT!!” You had texted that you were on your way back home 10 minutes ago! He had to be quick.

He replaced the sweaty sheets and pillow cases with new ones, adjusting them so that it looked as it had before he slept on them, tied his school uniform coat around his waist to disguise the ‘friendly neighborhood bachelor,’ and darted like a bat out of devildom to his room, avoiding major hallways and doors to ensure that no one could stop him or chase him down and see him in his predicament.

You can be sure that for the next few weeks, he’s avoiding you like the plague. He sends texts that he is “paying off a debt and can’t make it,” or “Sorry MC, I’m a little tied up at the moment. This Grimm won’t make itself.” and to you it was a little odd, but nothing he hasn’t exactly done before, so you go about your days as normal. Poor Mammon has once spent an entirety of four months working a few jobs to pay off one big loan.

If only you knew how often he was reliving that dream in his head, over and over and over again. For such a thing to become reality? Well... he feels he’d have better luck winning the lottery. But just as he gambled, he wouldn’t give up so easily.

🧡Leviathan:

It is not uncommon for Leviathan to have certain dreams about certain individuals he enjoys, be it anime characters, video game characters, idols that he fawns over, etc. It’s normal. Quite often, in fact, but he would rather LITERALLY DIE before he ever admits to such a thing, much less have anyone think he has a crush. With his brothers as they are known to be, he’d never live it down. Which is one of the reasons why he keeps himself locked away in his room and goes on binges of whatever it is he’s invested in at the time. He’s left alone to do and be as much of himself as he pleases without judgment. It is one particular episode of an anime he had been bingeing for several hours that has him with his head resting upon his keyboard and ever so slightly snoring away as the characters converse in the background. It wasn’t boring in the least, it’s just that his eyes refused to stay open any longer and his body decided for him that it was about time for a proper nap.

His dream began as normal, with him on a quest to save the renowned, royal heir from the ten-headed beast that guarded the tower in which they were kept. The journey to the tower was extensive and not without its obstacles, the battle was epic, in every sense of the word, and the reward for it’s heads would match the gratification of the victory that ensued it.

Little did he know that in that tower, it wasn’t just any royal heir lying in wait for their prince to come, as they had always been. It was you.

You, in all of your glory, draped across the bed and adorned with the finest of cloths that were barely covering your most intimate of skins.

As he entered your bedroom chambers, expecting to find a fictional character he adored in his waking hours, he stops dead in his tracks and his entire body turns red hot in matter of seconds. You could easily hear the thumping of his heart throwing heavy blows at his ribcage, and, if you looked close enough, you could see the steam trickling out of his ears. You could also hear the clinking of his amor, the metal plates shaking against one another as he trembles before you.

Leviathan.exe has stopped working.

Yes, he’s had plenty of dreams like this before but.. fuck.. they were never of you. Much less like this. Believe him, he’s tried on many occasions to at least see your face or hear your voice, ANYTHING. But inevitably, his anxiety and shyness won in the end and you never came passing through his dreams... until now.

You leant against one arm, your lips curling into a smile, and then beckoned him silently with one crook of a finger.

Anxiety and shyness who?

He quickly does away with the heavy armor, tossing them aside, and crawls across the bed to you, to your face, to those precious lips.

He takes a hold of them in his own and seemingly devours you as he strips you of what little cloth covered you and then pushes you back down against the bed. The dream continues with your bodies intertwining in every way that earned him the lewdest of noises from you.

Until he jerks awake with his face a deep shade of crimson, body covered from head to toe in a mist of sweat, and a heartbeat that could put a drum solo to shame. He quickly scans his surroundings as he’s coming back to reality, making sure he’s the only one within a mile’s radius. If anyone thought he was a hermit now, you can only imagine what it would be like if he was caught looking the way that he did. The anime that he had fallen asleep to was now on a screen that was asking for confirmation if he was still watching. He presses the power button on his computer and wipes away the sweat on his brow before leaning back in his chair, eyes glued to the ceiling as he’s recollecting the dream. He sees the faces you were making in pleasure pass through his mind once more and it makes his face turn 30 shades redder and increases the painful tightness in his snug sweatpants. He shakes his head, no longer wanting to continue digging this grave of overwhelming lust, and plants his head back onto the keyboard. Lord Diavolo, please, just kill him now.

The following months, Leviathan stays locked away in his room and avoids you as if you were the final boss of a game he never wants to stop playing. He knew that if he saw you, got near you, or even heard your name being mentioned, there would be no way of stopping his thoughts, his body’s reactions to those thoughts, nor his brother’s comments about how he’s “acting awfully strangely.”

As much as he wishes that he never had the dream in the first place because of all of the trouble it’s causing, he can’t help but relive it over and over again, putting it on repeat in his mind. But to admit to you these powerful feelings and attempt to bring it to reality? Only normies do such a thing... right?

💚Satan:

Line after line, chapter after chapter, book after book, he simply could not put the new series he had discovered down. He was so invested, he’d finish one book and immediately pick up the next. His mind was reeling far too fast for him to stop now and nothing in all of the three realms could do so. That is until his own body waved it’s white flag and begged for him to shut his eyes, even if for just moment. Satan bargained, internally, that he’d allow himself roughly thirty minutes of rest before he’d pick back up where he left off. He sets the book on a nearby desk, settles down onto his loveseat and closes his eyes.

As a man of many talents and faces, his dreams were known to be as heavily diverse as he was, and often times reflected whatever book he had been reading, philosophy he had been pondering, or stress he had been managing. No one particular type of dream frequented more than another.

That being said, in the past few weeks, you had been a bit more physical with him. Whether it was a simple brush of the hands as you two reached for the same novel, late night study sessions ending up in late night study and cuddling sessions, or the occasional linking of arms as the pair of you walked the length of a museum and studied its inhabitants. It goes without saying that you were making an impression on him and his mind, leaving little to no room for any other thoughts than the ones involving you. Naturally, you had found your way into his dreamworld and you were the one constant in the ever changing slumber visions.

The dreams that you were involved in, which were now a majority of them, were mostly sweet; the most intimate being the one time you had placed a chaste kiss upon his cheek. If you were to ask him about these dreams that had him chipper than usual, he would smile and tell you that “they were simply pleasant hallucinations but nothing more.” And he’d be lying through his teeth, desperately trying to keep his cheeks from reddening in front of you. If you were lucky enough that his gaze lingered, you’d catch the tint of pink making its way across his face. The poor inner romantic in him couldn’t help himself. He’s mastered the art of poker face in its entirety, but when it came to you, his willpower and calm demeanor waned into nothingness and he was like putty in your hands. Just don’t push it or there will be Devildom to pay.

This particular time around, though, his dream would take a more unforeseen turn.

In his dream, he had invited you to join him on an outing over to the Royal Library and you two were now making your way to your favorite lone table in the farthest back corner, hidden behind the many shelves of books. After claiming your usual spot, he went to gather the books he wanted to go through and planted himself in the chair to finally open them up and get started. Meanwhile, you had wandered off, presumably, to find and create your very own mountain of novels to conquer.

An hour or so passed and he had made his way through five of his books when he felt a tap against the cover of the one he was currently reading. “Forgive me, MC, but I’m almost done with this paragraph and I need just one more moment to do so.” Another tap against the cover. “May it wait, MC? I’m nearly finished.” This time, you gingerly grabbed the tip of his book and tilted it away from him (a pet peeve of his). Just as he was about to give you his trademark glare of warning, his eyes widen and his jaw clenches, with his fingers letting go of the book and tightening into a fist taut enough to turn his knuckles white.

There you stood before him in little to no clothing, fluffy little cat ears and a tail to match, with a leash and collar adorning your precious neck. You took his stiffened hand, ever so slowly opened it up, and delicately placed the end of the lead into his palm, flashing him your cheekiest grin.

Now you’ve gone and done it. He snaps.

He jerks the end of the lead so that you’re aggressively pulled forward, bending over the table and sending the piles of books to the floor with audible thuds, and your lips crash into his. He uses his free hand to trap cradle the other side of your face as he devours your lips, devours your taste. Impatient and hungry, he soon lets you go with a low growl before standing up and dragging you behind him, forcefully, by the lead, coming to the front of a shelf that leant against a wall and grabbed your waist, lifting you up to push you against it, having more books tumble to the floor with a sound thud, while once again, taking your lips with his. Something about the way you looked, the way you sounded because of his actions, drove him completely mad.

Before it could go any further, he jerks wakes to the sound of someone knocking on his door. He quickly scans his surroundings and when he finds it empty, he breathes a heavy sigh of relief. The knocks continue and from beyond the door, a familiar voice requests his audience. “Satan? It’s Solomon. My apologies, but I just wanted to return a borrowed book.”

He reaches for a nearby cloth and dabs away the sweat that covered his face. He steadies his breathing and in the stablest voice he could muster, he answers back, “Alright. One moment please.”

“Take your time,” the sorcerer replies.

He gathers himself quickly, as the master of his own emotions does, hoisted up from the loveseat, straightens himself out and starts to head for the door but with a quick glance downwards, he pauses. There’s no way he could greet Solomon with such a visible... display...

He takes his coat from the coatrack, wraps it around his waist and finally opens the door with a welcoming smile.

“Thank you kindly for the recommendation. It was a pleasant read,” Solomon tittered in recollection then immediately shifted into a frown of concern. “Satan... are you alright? Forgive my intrusion, but you seem a bit disheveled.” The disheveled man in question nods, chuckling in hopes of deterring Solomon from pressing any further by lightening his aura. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for your concern. I simply had a bit of a nightmare.” Solomon raised a brow and Satan continued in his tall tale. “It had been so long since I’ve had one, so I’m sure you can imagine how unnerving it’s effects had on me.” Moments passed like molasses as Solomon pondered what Satan had said and the uncomfortable silence was wearing down on Satan’s last minute, makeshift composure. “Thank you for returning the book,” Satan’s voice firmly interjecting the fellow wise man’s thoughts as he received the book from his hands, “and I’m delighted that you enjoyed yourself.” He holds the book in front of where the coat covered his waist. “If you wish for more recommendations, I’ll be happy to share them with you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some tea to drink and a book to read to calm my nerves. Good day, Solomon.” Before Solomon could get a final word in, Satan slips back into his room and shuts the door. For good measure, he locks it and turns the deadbolt. He shuffles back over to the loveseat where it all began and dropped down, pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a heavy sigh. The blush that wanted so desperately to creep it’s way into his complexion the moment he’d awoken was now set free and his entire face turned red. He knew how to keep a tight grip on every other emotion he’s ever had... but love? Lust? This was going to be a challenge.

Outside of the door, not having moved an inch, Solomon stood with his chin snug between the crook of his forefinger and thumb. “Can demons have nightmares...?” He audibly contemplated as he waited a moment, following his train of thought before asking himself aloud again, “If so... then why did Satan have an erection?”

A pair of delicate hands found their way to Solomon’s shoulders and he glanced over them to see Asmodeus leaning in close to his ear. “It’s called a kink, darling.” Solomon politely shoos away the embodiment of lust with a gentle wave of his hand before starting down the hall from which he came, with the demon practically skipping in tow. “Kinks, we both know, I’m aware of. I had just assumed that his.. situation.. would be more relative to Belphegor.”

“Well,” Asmodeus chirped, “that’s what you get for assuming.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #otome #mine #my posts #devildomdoofus #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me mc #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #mc

[mmmwafflesart]

I love your art it’s cute and I don’t know how to describe it otherwise but for me it’s also kind of spicey??? Like colors and expressions and sometimes the angles? They sure are nice and very distinctly yours.

aaa thank you!! genuinely love the assigned mildly spicy flavored art, I’m imagining spicy jellos and spicy fruit gummies in relation to the last ask

#wafflesasks #anon #ask meme #what is my art trademark?

[mysoulspiralbound]

Todoroki Eating Habits Head Cannon

what if todoroki subconsciously uses his quirk while eating? like, if his food is too hot to eat without burning his mouth he'll actually chew it on the left side of his mouth without even thinking about it. if his food's really cold, he'll bite into it on his right side. he just, bites right into food fresh out of the oven or right into ice cream without a second thought. he even does this for stuff that's really spicey or really minty. he's one of the few who can stomach when bakugo makes something "mildly spicey". several of 1a have noticed he can eat just about anything, but they haven't picked up on the side thing yet. deku figures it out first and immediately asks todoroki who has a mini crisis because how-did-he-not-notice-that-before???

#mha #bnha #headcanon #todoroki shoto #deku #bakugo katsuki #class 1a #cw: food #cw: food mention