#they are just genuine humans i would smack the shit out of

[fandomtrash264]

I'm not going to lie to yall,

As sad as it makes me, my first impression of When You Finish Saving the World? I don't like it.

I'd like to think that I'll look back on it and change my opinion but idk.

I also may read the book and then make my opinion becayse ad a movie adaptation, it could be that they did an amazing job and I just don't like the story. But yes. I was not a fan of the story.

I can elaborate on why, I just don't want to spew a negative review when I haven't read the og story. I just really wanted to talk about it.

#the movie gave me feelings #anger #but feelings nonetheless #love the actors #they did a great job #but the characters are aggrivating #lows the movie may have been to real #they were honest living people who made human problems #they are just genuine humans i would smack the shit out of #when you finish saving the world

[turtletaubwrites]

Sweet Abduction ~ Part 1

Thank you anon for this super cute request! I loved the idea, and I hope you enjoy the fic!

Pairings: Charlotte Katakuri x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4084

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Summary: Times are tough, and you're afraid you'll have to give up the family business, until you find people who cherish your work. Who knew making doughnuts would gain you the attention of an Emperor of the Sea, and her second son? Will your new life be as sweet as it seemed?

Rating/Warnings: SFW, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Grief, (reader's dad has passed and she thinks about him a lot), Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Kidnapping, Minor Violence (hardly anything, just being grabbed by the arms briefly), Kissing, No Smut, Human/Monster Romance, He's freaking 16 ft tall, Reader is too sweet for this world

A/N: Turns out Katakuri is over 16 ft tall. I stuck with canon, hope you don't mind! Please heed the tags! This is very sweet romance type fluff, but there is some kidnapping and shit, so be wary 😅

Your body naturally woke you in the quiet, early morning light, but you still felt like you were in a bad dream.

After all your years of struggling to get by, of trying to make a living off the only skills you had, you still had nothing. You had kept your dad’s shop running, learning all you could, trying to honor his memory. But now that he’s gone, prepping these early mornings alone felt like losing him all over again.

Especially since hardly anyone in this town could afford to waste their berries on sweets.

Even buying ingredients for one day's batch was brutal.

I’m sorry, dad. I don’t want to sell your shop. Please, I wish you were here to tell me what to do.

You blinked back your tears as you started frying the morning's first batch of doughnuts.

Falling into your rhythm, you glazed and displayed each doughnut with care. Still taking pride in your work, you treated each pastry with love, even though they would probably be wasted. 

You gave a little yelp as the tiny bell on the shop’s door chimed.

Your mouth hung wide as you looked at the two potential customers. Shaking yourself, you greeted them, turning on your customer service charm.

‘The best way to keep a customer is to show them you really care.’

Your dad’s sweet voice filled your mind, and you smiled, genuinely hoping that these people would have a wonderful day. And that if they tried your doughnuts, it might make their day even brighter. 

The two strangers made their way to the display case, reviewing the little menu above the counter, and they asked you detailed questions that surprised you. 

You had been too busy trying to make sense of the colorful, almost outrageous way they dressed, that it took you a second to realize how excited they seemed to be here. 

They can’t be from around here. Everyone here is too poor to be that colorful.

You pinched your wrist at the sour thought, reminding yourself of your dad’s view of the world. He’d tell you to focus on the good things happening right now.

The two customers ordered four doughnuts each, and you carried their plates to the dingy little table in the corner, filling their cups with coffee.

The urge to stare was almost too powerful. It had been so long since someone new came to enjoy your work. 

They smacked their lips, and licked their fingers, and their bright eyes warmed your heart. 

‘There’s nothing better than watching someone enjoy the work you put your heart into.’ 

You cleared your throat, turning away from them as you wiped away a tear at your dad’s words in your mind.

“Ooh, Mama’s gonna enjoy this,” the taller one hissed in a mock whisper.

“Excuse me,” the other patron called, waving you over. 

You wiped flour off your hands, grabbing the pot of coffee. You felt their eyes on you, feeling examined as you refilled their cups.

“Is there anythi–”

“How would you like a sponsorship to open a shop in the sweetest capital of the world?”

“... I’m sorry. What did you–”

The tall one grabbed your wrist, eyes almost manic as he leaned toward you.

“We’re scouts, you see. We’re from Totto Land, and we’ve been looking for someone with your talents. Everything will be taken care of. We already have a doughnut shop that's just waiting for an artist like you.”

Your eyes were so wide it was almost painful, and part of you told you to run from these strangers. 

‘Don’t fight miracles, sweetheart. Sometimes good people really do get good things.’

“Okay,” you stuttered, following your dad’s advice one more time. 

~ 

You had heard the name Big Mom before, seen her wanted poster. She didn’t seem like a real person when you were struggling in your run down town. 

And you thought that Emperors of the Sea were meant to be terrifying, almost demonic. 

But here you were on her archipelago, her myriad of islands filled with so many happy people. So many people who love what you do.

It's surreal! 

You’d been given a doughnut shop on Komugi Island, along with a beautiful apartment above the shop. You wanted to explore and meet people, but you couldn’t think of closing the shop for even a day. 

All the ingredients you could dream of, equipment that you’d never seen before, and a dining area inside and outside with plenty of tables so you could enjoy the happy noises people made when they ate your doughnuts and pastries. 

It was heaven. It felt like your dad was there with you, kneading the dough, pouring the coffee. You could almost hear his laugh, his silly songs that he used to hum.

It felt like home.

After a few days, you noticed that the shop cleared out a little before lunchtime. You had been having a steady stream of customers all day since the day you opened, but now it was empty. You tried to remind yourself that things wouldn’t always be that busy, and that it didn’t mean anything.

I guess I’m just worried, dad. I want to do well here. I want to stay.

You had a pile of plates in one hand as you wiped down a table outside.

“Good afternoon,” boomed a deep voice from above, and your ankle shifted against the stone tiles.

You were slipping, trying and failing to keep a grip on the porcelain plates.

Then a huge, warm hand held you steady, and your mouth gaped at the sight of another gloved hand catching the plates before they fell.

“I’m so sorry,” you choked out, heart racing.

Shifting away to look at your new patron, you steadied yourself, pressing your palm against the warmth beside you.

Your breath hitched as your hand touched firm leather. You stumbled back a step, and he grabbed your shoulder to steady you, before setting the dishes on the table, and towering over you.

“I apologize. I should have waited until you set down the plates.”

The deep, measured voice made you shiver as you looked up at the man it belonged to. 

He was so tall. Insanely tall.

Is he a giant?

He sat down beside the shop on what you just now realized was a bench, made for someone his size.

Realizing how rude you were being, you cleared your throat, giving him a smile.

“No need to apologize. Thank you so much for saving my plates!”

You dipped your head, letting your eyes go wide as you looked at the ground after getting a better look at him. 

He had deep crimson hair, with eyes to match. Those intense eyes were framed with arched brows, and eyelashes so dark and thick that you could see them from where you were.

You brought your head back up to meet those eyes, and you bobbed on your toes as you tried not to gape at the rest of him. 

You’d never seen anyone like him before. He wore a layered scarf that draped around his shoulders, covering his neck, and the lower half of his face. 

Below the scarf was an expanse of muscle, pink tattoos accentuating his chiseled abs. His leather vest covered nothing, but it matched the leather across the rest of his body, belts, straps, and spikes giving you so much to look at.

Then you looked back at his eyes, and realized you’d been staring.

“I–I am so sorry. I’m new here, and my head is a little off still. Would you like me to bring you a menu?”

He hardly spoke while he was there, but his gaze felt heavy and warm. Thankfully, no one else came by to witness you making a fool out of yourself. 

He made a huge order, and you packed three large boxes to the brim.

Your dad would have been so happy in that moment. You could picture his smile. Practically hear his voice.

‘Look, sweetheart. Your love is gonna touch all those people that eat your sweets. Isn’t that just lovely?’

“Are you afraid?”

“What,” you choked out, quickly brushing a tear from your eye as you thought of your father.

He’d taken the boxes from you after paying, but now his brows were furrowed as he looked down at you.

“Oh my– oh no! I’m sorry,” you panicked, realizing what he meant.

“I wasn’t crying because of– I was just thinking about my dad. He would have been really happy with your order. You picked all his favorites!”

He stiffened, one of his gloved hands flexing on his knee.

Clearing his throat, he stood, his height leaving you speechless again. 

“Thank you, miss. Have a pleasant day.”

“... Th-Thank you! Please, come again soon!”

You were waving at his back, and he froze for a moment at your words. But he kept walking, finally leaving your sight. 

Slumping into one of the chairs, you felt the blood rushing through your body, your head feeling fuzzy after all of that. 

Then a line of customers started trickling back in, and you poured yourself into work. 

What an interesting place this is. 

~

He came back again. And again. And you always forgot to ask for his name. 

He never said much. He always ordered at least three boxes. And you always spaced out as you stared at him at least once before he left. 

Luckily he always seemed to come during a slow hour, catching you cleaning with no other customers to attend to.

You wanted to ask if he liked them. If he liked your dad’s favorite recipes. It seemed like a silly question, since he ordered so many every time.

But you liked his voice, and you thought it would sound really nice if he said it. 

You caught yourself grinning in the mirror at the thought as you got ready for the day.

I think I like it here.

“Good morning, miss Y/N!”

You had just stepped downstairs, morning light still not quite touching the world, but your shop was full of people.

“I… I’m sorry. The shop’s not open yet. But I’m happy to share my pot of coffee with you if you’re willing to wait on the doughnuts!”

You felt extra grateful that you’d dressed for the day before coming downstairs.

“Thank you dear, but you’ll be coming with us.”

A tall, thin woman moved toward you, a rough scar bisecting her face, and you clenched your fist to stop yourself from recoiling. It was too damn early for someone who looked like a gnarled old witch to break in and threaten you.

Is she threatening me?

“Sorry, uh,” you said awkwardly as you moved behind the counter. “I’ve got a lot of doughnuts to get started for the day.”

“Not today, sweetie,” the witch-like woman said, her reddish nose bobbing as she shook her head.

“I don’t– Did I do something wrong?”

You shrank back against the wall as guards moved against you, gripping your arms.

“Not at all,” the woman nearly shrieked, failing to sound comforting. “In fact, you are being granted the highest of honors. You are about to become part of Big Mom’s family!”

You had been squirming only slightly, not really fighting against the men holding and moving you. But now you slumped, confusion hurting your brain too much to keep steady.

“What do you mean? What’s happening,” you asked, panic building in your throat the closer they got you to the door. 

“You have been chosen to wed the shining star of the Charlotte family. Our strongest warrior, a man whose back has never touched the ground. My perfect big brother, Charlotte Katakuri!”

Your mouth hung open as she continued, her voice manic, louder with each word. She may as well have been speaking another language. 

She pointed a long, twig-like arm at you, and you tried to clear your head to understand.

“You can call me Brulee, sister in law. Tomorrow you will become Charlotte Y/N.” 

You stood, frozen and dizzy.

“Come now, lots to do, sister,” she tutted, snapping her fingers.

“But why? Why me?”

She reared on you, her red nose inches from yours.

“You’re special, of course. You were chosen. And you’d better learn not to question Mama.”

“Please,” you pleaded, twisting against the guard's hold. “I don’t–”

“Don’t question mama! And don’t even think about refusing her.”

The guards tightened their grip, leading you toward the door.

“Wait!”

“Don’t res—”

“Please change the sign! Please let my customers know I’ll be gone, I don’t want them to wait out there for me.”

Brulee frowned at you, but had one of the guards write a note, hanging it on the door.

“Thank you,” you sighed with relief, giving her a grateful smile.

She frowned again.

You didn’t resist, and the guards let you walk freely. You felt the stares of citizens on you, and watched a group of onlookers waving as the ship departed for the main island. 

Whole Cake Island. 

It was incredible. The sounds, the colors, the smells! Excited locals rushing around, as if preparing for something big. 

Like a wedding.

Brulee spent the travel time regaling you with stories of her brother. 

The second son of the Big Mom Pirates. One of the Three Sweet Commanders. The Minister of Flour who governs over your new home, Komugi Island.

“When he was born he stood straight up, and slept on a chair. His back has never touched the ground. He’s never laid down, and never been knocked down either.”

“That sounds tiring,” you muttered under your breath, but she turned, grasping your wrist.

“Not to my brother. He’s more than strong. He’s superhuman. He’s noble, and cool-headed. And you are going to be the perfect wife for my perfect brother. Got it?”

“I-I got it.”

She released your arm, and you tried to fight your nerves, but you couldn’t stop shaking. 

You were led through a massive castle that looked like, or was it a cake? The ceilings were so massive, you had to crane your neck to see them.

Brulee left the guards outside, leading you into a gorgeous bedroom, with an extravagant bathroom, and at least ten servants carrying all sorts of fabrics, powders, shoes, and more. 

You felt like you were in a whirlwind, just staying still and letting these strangers touch you, pamper you, fit the white dress to your body.

Now and then you’d pay attention to what they were saying between their giggles and demands. 

“She’s so lucky.” 

“I wish I could join the family.”

“I wonder if his children will be as perfect as he is?”

Finally, you were freed from their hands. Dinner was brought to your guarded room, and you watched the night fall.

You curled up in the luxurious bed, and sobbed silently. You caught yourself whispering under the blankets, eyes burning as you tried to make sense of it all.

“Dad, I’m sorry. I’m trying to see the good here. But I’m scared. I love this place. I love making people smile. But what if this man… What if my husband is a bad person? What if he’s mean? What if he doesn’t like me?”

Visions of terror filled your mind. If they could kidnap you for this, could they really be good people? This land seems so happy and prosperous, could this marriage be a good thing?

“Is this a miracle, dad? Should I let it happen, and hope for the best?” 

“Will they kill me if I try to run?” 

“I’m scared, dad. I wish you were here.”

Finally, your quiet sobs fell into slow breaths as sleep pulled you under.

Morning arrived, and the servants were buzzing with excitement as they prepared you for the wedding. You felt empty, hollow. They kept pinching your cheeks lightly, trying to wake you up, to convince you to be happy.

All you could manage was a weak smile as you looked at your reflection.

“You look beautiful, sister,” Brulee praised, patting your hand. “It’s almost time.”

She led you to a massive stone room, guiding you to a small bench before leaning over you. 

“Just wait here. It won't be long.”

She left, and you didn't turn to watch her go. You thought about running. There were no guards in this chamber. 

You bit your lip to keep from crying, afraid of what might happen to you if you ruined your makeup.

“Y/N…”

A choked gasp left your throat as you turned, looking for the owner of that deep voice.

Your favorite customer was there, his height looking almost normal in this massive room. He sat along the wall on a giant bench, leaning toward you.

“Oh, hello,” you practically squeaked, throat caught with unshed tears. “What are you doing here? I’m sorry I couldn’t make your order today!”

“Please,” he stopped you, holding out his gloved hands. You blinked at him, noticing that his normally black attire was white, somehow making his hair and tattoos stand out even more.

“What are you…”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have let this happen.” 

“Let what happen,” you asked, your mind moving so fast it felt like it was tripping over itself. You stood without meaning to, walking closer.

“You were brought to my island as a gift. For me.”

His dark eyes poured over you as you stood, silently waiting.

“I shouldn’t have told mama that I liked you. I tried to convince her to stop, but there’s no way to stop this without violence now. And I cannot hurt my family.”

Violence? 

Your heart beat in your chest like a bird, wings flapping desperately to escape a cage. 

“Mama is a decisive woman. When she makes her mind up on something, it will happen. I am usually the one to make it happen. Most of my siblings have their marriages arranged. I didn't…”

Regret tinged his voice, and you met his eyes.

“Why me?”

He looked away, sighing as he leaned back against the wall.

“My siblings brought you to my island because they thought I would enjoy your doughnuts. I happened to mention how much I’ve enjoyed your work, and your… company. So Mama has decided that you’ll be joining the family. That you and I will marry. In less than an hour.”

You’d never heard him say so many words at once, and his voice rolled over you while you tried to comprehend everything. Your mouth hung open as you stared at him.

“You must be frightened.”

He shifted on the bench, looking almost uncomfortable before he caught himself. He adjusted the movement, making it look deliberate. But you noticed.

He’s just a person.

“I think having a first date might have been nice,” you teased with a small smile. 

He stared down at you for a long moment, before his brows furrowed.

“You shouldn’t have to marry a monster.” 

“What do you mean,” you questioned, starting to feel lightheaded from everything.

“When we kiss, it will be over…”

“We’ll be married?” 

“No.”

You hadn’t thought his eyes could get any more intense, but they sure did. You stood, still as a statue, waiting for him to explain. 

“There’s something I have to show you.” 

Katakuri unraveled his scarf, slowly revealing the lower half of his face.

Your eyes went wide at the sight of his large mouth, scars stretching from ear to ear. Sharp teeth or fangs jutted out at the edges of his lips. 

Your first thought was that he did look like a monster.

‘You can’t tell somebody’s heart from the outside, sweetheart. Always give people a chance.’

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, after you stood there too long, thinking of your dad’s voice.

You watched those huge hands start to drape the scarf, looking away from you as he covered his scars.

“Wait,” you commanded, voice almost too loud in the echoing room. You reached up to put your hand on his knee, shoving aside a brief thought about how things would work with his height.

“Will you be kind to me?” 

He paused his movements, face still uncovered. Your whole body rolled with warm shivers as he laid his hand on yours.

“I will be kind to you. And I will protect you.” 

“And you’ll tell me how much you like my doughnuts?”

An almost surprised huff left him, and you were pleasantly shocked to see his wide lips twitch up, a hint of a smile there. 

“I love your doughnuts. They make me very happy.” 

Your toes curled in your shoes as you grinned up at him

“Okay,” you nodded, dread shifting to excitement. “I guess we’re getting married then? Please, promise to be kind.” 

“I promise,” he agreed, head tilted as he looked at you, before wrapping his scarf back around. 

You were practically bouncing on your feet now, and your words came out high and fast.

“So, your name is Katakuri?”

“Yes.”

“Is it true you never lie on your back?”

“We’ll learn a lot of interesting things about each other later,” he promised, voice low as he patted you on the head.

“Right now we have somewhere to be.”

There were so many people. So much food, so many sweets. 

Big Mom was enormous, even taller than Katakuri. All of her children looked so different, so interesting. 

Everyone seemed happy.

I’ll choose to be happy too, dad. I just wish you were here with me.

The ceremony and vows flew by, and luckily you remembered what to say. Then the end arrived, and you realized that you didn’t know what to do.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may start your marriage with a kiss!”

How am I supposed to kiss him?

Your question was answered as his large hand scooped down beside you. Looking into his face, you could have sworn he was smiling by the slight crinkling of his eyes.

A giggle left your lips as you nodded, and you gasped as he grabbed you gently around the waist, lifting you up.

You heard the cheers of his family as he turned away from the crowd, keeping his face from their sight.

“I am sorry, Y/N.”

His whisper made your heart ache for this strange man. He seemed so lonely, even with all of his family looking up to him. 

Maybe neither of us have to be lonely anymore.

You touched a hand to his cheekbone, and he seemed to freeze.

“Don’t be sorry, Katakuri. Let’s just be good to each other.”

You felt a hum move through him before he carefully pulled his scarf down, just enough, just for you.

He’s so big!

That thought hit you again, but you’d already decided. You were already his. You leaned forward, and kissed him between the sharp fangs at the edges of his mouth.

His lips were warm, and soft, and sweet.

You let out a hum of contentment, wiggling slightly in his grasp. He pulled back, covering his face, then he stared at you. 

“Hi,” you said softly, feeling your skin flush as you felt suddenly shy.

“Oh mama, mama,” Big Mom laughed, making him turn to face the party.

“My family is getting bigger and bigger! What a wonderful day. Let’s start with the cake!”

~

Katakuri didn’t join in on the fun, sitting on the edge as if keeping watch over his own wedding. Everytime you tried to talk to him, new in-laws would drag you away, light conversations and laughter hogging the day. 

Finally, you were ushered away, waving back at the crowd as your husband joined you. 

Instead of a carriage, you were carried away from your wedding on Katakuri’s shoulder, adjusting the scarf so that it would stay in place. 

A procession of onlookers applauded, calling his name. You even heard your own name once or twice. It felt like the entire island was cheering for you, and you were caught in the chaos of a world you never could have imagined. 

Your mind started racing as the wedding was over, the real world starting to return. A million questions tore through you, and you didn’t know where to start, until one came tumbling out.

“How are we going to sleep if you never lay on your back?”

He let out a sound that could have been a laugh as he kept moving toward your new home. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll show you.”

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a/n: Once again, I'm so happy to take requests! I probably wouldn't have thought to write for this big guy, but now I love this lil doughnut man. He's so sweet 😭😭 (Let me know if I should write the honeymoon... 😳)

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Part 2

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hii!!um can you mb do comforting your bf pt3?If you can include sunarin or kei. I know you have more requests n probably personal work so,of course ,no need to hurry !! <3

comforting your insecure bf

part 1 . part 2

— ♬ NSFW, MINORS DNI, gn reader, based on this post

— ♬ hi anon thank you for requesting i hope you like it !

— ♬ Suna Rintaro

Suna Rintaro's first encounter with you wasn't anything spectacular. There's no spark, no butterflies in his stomach, no reaction. He just viewed you as another human in the world. You were friends with the Miya brothers so it was inevitable that one of the brothers was going to introduce you to him. It was through his best friend Osamu Miya that he met you.

He thinks you're cool, he doesn't expect anything from you. Suna only saw you as a friend, right? Well, that was before he began spending more time with you. In the beginning, it was him, Osamu, and you. Sometimes Atsumu joined. Then all of a sudden the Miya twins were out of the equation and the two of you started hanging out.

You matched his vibe perfectly. You shared the same sense of humor, you were clever and quick with rebuttals to his remarks, and you had a sweet side that made his insides feel like mush. Before he knew it, Suna was hanging out more with you than his best friend and he gets teased for it.

"I think yer fallin' in love with [Name]"

Yeah, right. It's not true. You only give him the prettiest smiles and the most contagious laugh. The playful glimmer in your eyes, the way you would reach for his hand when you're nervous, how you lean on his shoulder when you're getting sleepy when watching a movie, he can smell your perfume, your shampoo, he can feel your warmth, and see the color of your lips...oh shit. Osamu is right, he is falling in love with you.

But there's no fucking way he's going to admit it. The way Suna sees it, you're too good for him. He's an asshole, a mean and sarcastic piece of shit. You're a special and genuine person that he doesn't deserve. He's been thinking about his feelings for you lately up until the Miya twins' birthday.

He deliberately planned to get wasted, maybe find somebody else to make him forget about his stupid crush on you. But his attempt was futile because, in the crowded room, his eyes still searched for you. And the fact that you immediately meet his eyes was so unfair, you make him so weak. Yet he doesn't crumble. He stubbornly avoids you.

"Rin! Hey! Why are you avoiding me?"

"Fuck off, [Name]"

Suna slurred as he tried to get away from you, terrified that if he lets you reach him he'll confess. He finishes his cup of alcohol when you finally catch him, as he gazes at you, his blood goes cold. There were tears in your eyes and you were gripping his arm.

"Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?"

You asked, your tone desperate and Suna's heart just shatters. Jesus, he is a certified dick. Even in his drunk state, he tries to keep it together to tell you that you haven't done anything wrong.

"Really?"

"Yeah, M'sorry [Name]"

"Oh thank god"

You hugged him, incredibly relieved. Suna was quick to return the embrace, burying his face against your neck, almost feeling his eyes go wet. And in a spur-of-the-moment or his fear of almost losing you, Suna pulls away and crashes his lips against yours in a silent confession. There was a muffled squeak from you. He thinks he's dreaming when he feels you kiss him back. Suna thinks he's incredibly drunk when he ends up going home with you.

"Babe, are you listening?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was too busy staring at your pretty face"

"Ugh, fucking cheeseball"

You laughed and smacked his shoulder. Ever since the kiss, the two of you hit it off. Suna wouldn't have expected to be with you, but he's over the moon. Romance wasn't his strongest suit yet you made him feel like it is. He has never wanted to kiss someone so bad every day in his life. Never he has experienced being so head over heels for someone that it's ridiculous.

Everything felt so right. But Suna begins to think it's a lie. He's convinced that he doesn't deserve to be with you after everything. You and him weren't a perfect couple, you would have arguments that would start from something so minuscule into fully serious. Suna would find himself intentionally hurting you with his venomous insults, but you were strong and unwavering. It would be a while until Suna's self-sabotage brings out the worst of him.

He has hurt you, this time he did. He fucked up bad when he sees your wide eyes as tears gradually built up. But this time, he doesn't apologize, he lets you walk out the door and think it's over. He ends up alone in his room quietly crying to himself, gazing at his pathetic reflection on his mirror. On the least of his expectations, you return.

"Rintaro?"

Suna loved the way you called his name but he doesn't face you. He's filled with shame and guilt and you coming back to him after the shit he told you was a testament that he truly doesn't deserve you.

"Why the fuck are you here?"

"Please, let's talk, Rin"

"I don't wanna"

"Please, I want to fix this. I don't this to end"

You see the way Suna's lip wobbles. You carefully walked over to him and hugged him from behind, sharing your warmth with him. Suna blinks away the tears as he leans against your touch.

"I don't deserve you, [Name]"

"Rintaro..."

"I'm nothing but a stupid fucking asshole"

"Rin, you're not"

"For fuck's sake [Name]! I made you cry!"

"I know you don't mean it, Rin"

You nuzzled your face against his neck. Suna sighs, it was hard trying to resist you.

"I'm sorry, [Name]..."

"It's okay, babe"

"I...Are you sure you don't want to break up with me?"

"Yeah, want me to prove it to you?"

You said. Suna raised a brow, unsure of what you meant until he felt your hands tugging on the hems of his pants. In a span of a minute, he's moaning in front of his bedroom mirror with his cock out and your hands around it. You carefully pumped his length, purposely edging him.

"[Name], ah! Shit!"

Suna hissed. He hears you chuckle from behind. You planted butterfly kisses from his shoulder up to his neck.

"[Name], fuck"

Your boyfriend moans. You slowly begin to jerk him off faster, he throws his head back and whines.

"Rintaro, I love you so much. I love every part of you"

"I love your cheezy jokes, your sweet smile, and even your big and mean face"

"I love your eyes, your hair, your face, your lips, and especially your cock"

Suna groans, his face heats up from the compliment. Gently, your hands went to cup his balls and he drools like a fool drunk on lust.

"Hnngh, [Name]"

"I will love you forever for who you are, even with all the bad parts"

"[Name]"

He calls out for you in desperation, desperate for his sweet release. As your hand trailed back to his cock, you started to pump him swiftly. Suna's hips bucked forward as he watched himself lose to the pleasure in front of the mirror. His hair was sweaty and messy, the precum dripping down on his length was nasty, as his moans grew breathy.

"Are you gonna cum, Rin?"

"Ooooh yes! Fuck yes!"

"Come on baby, let go. I'm all yours"

You softly told him as his eyes rolled back. Suna convulsed as he cums around your warm hand. His cum shoots out everywhere, on his abdomen, your hand, and even his pants. Suna felt like he died and went back to life. His chest rises and falls as he meets your sweet eyes through the mirror.

"Holy shit"

"Are you okay, Rintaro?"

"More than okay, babe. That was fucking hot"

You laughed. Suna pounces on you to kiss you, he towers over you on his bed as he starts whispering 'I love you' to you with every kiss. Everything was all sweet and romantic until you can feel his cock hardening as it rubbed against your leg. You gulped as Suna sent you a devilish smile.

— ♬ Tsukishima Kei

Tsukishima Kei had no room for romance in his life. He only poured his focus on his work and volleyball. He occasionally hung out with his friends so he wasn't some miserable and workaholic man. He thinks the universe loves shitting on him when he was constantly surrounded by couples wherever he went. On the way to his work, in the museum, at the grocery store, and even scrolling on the internet. The persistent image of lovestruck couples irritated him to no end, especially when one of his friends recently came out that they became an official couple (thank god one of them went back to Brazil and the other migrated to Italy).

Tsukishima was waiting for all of this bullshit to die down until he was reunited with you. Great, just what he fucking needed. It was a dark secret that he had a fat crush on you back in high school, you were his senior then. You were popular because people were drawn to your beauty, kindness, and alluring personality. Tsukishima felt ashamed for falling victim to your charms. Admittedly, he tried to subtly pursue you then but ultimately stopped after you graduated high school and went to university. And here he thinks he's over you.

"Oh my god, Kei is that you?"

Shit. You have spotted him at the museum. He awkwardly stands there and lets you run to him with that big smile of yours.

"It's been so long!"

"...It has"

"I didn't know you worked here! How have you been?"

You and Tsukishima briefly caught up with each other's lives. It was true you and him go way back and were close, and it still feels like it to this day. Tsukishima hates to admit how he missed talking to you. Something about your genuine demeanor pulls him back to you.

"Do you want to go grab drinks later?"

Say no

"Sure, I'm free after my shift"

Oh you fucking idiot

"Great! Let's meet at the bar nearby!"

His heart skips a beat when he sees that beautiful bright smile on your face. It kept appearing in his mind as he continued on his day. Tsukishima grew impatient as he constantly glanced at his watch, wishing that time would go by faster. After his shift at the museum, he rushes to the bar and finds you waiting for him there.

The two of you ate and drank beer, swapping stories and sharing jokes. Being here with you reignited his attraction to you. Tsukishima couldn't help but notice everything about you. Your hair, your clothes, the smell of your perfume, god, he felt like a creep. It was getting late and both of you got fairly tipsy. You finished your cup of beer when you smiled at him with flushed cheeks.

"You know, I used to have a crush on you back then"

You admitted. Tsukishima nearly choked on his beer as he gazes at you wide-eyed and his glasses tilted.

"...Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, you were handsome and not to mention a smartass, I'm pretty sure everyone had a crush on you"

You shrugged. Tsukishima ignores the way his heart skipped a beat, he swallows nervously and looks at you.

"Didn't think you'd genuinely have a crush on me, I thought you think I'm an asshole"

"Well you are, a handsome asshole"

You chuckled and looked at him in the eye. Tsukishima knew this was his moment, to tell you how he's been in love with you for a long time. He sucks in a breath.

"You know, I know someone who's got a big fat crush on you for a long time..."

"Oh? Who?"

"You know him and he's an idiot"

"Hmm, is it your best friend Yamaguchi?"

"No"

"How about your other friends Kageyama and Hinata?"

"Nah, those two just became a couple"

"Oh, congratulations to them! Who could it be?"

He waited for you to guess right but it never came, much to his heart's disappointment.

"Are you lying to me, Kei?"

"No...ugh, I give up"

"What? Just tell me who it is!"

"It's me, you dumbass!"

You went silent and it made Tsukishima's stomach drop. The look of shock on your face scared him. How will you react? He has no clue what will it be. And then you laughed.

"Oh my god, are you serious?"

"Yeah..."

"And here I thought my feelings would never be reciprocated"

"Huh?"

Tsukishima looked at you dumbfounded. You sighed and reached to touch his hand across the table.

"I've been in love with you too for a long time, you dingus"

Suddenly, Tsukishima has room for his romantic life with you. Before he realizes it, he's just like those disgusting couples he gets surrounded by everywhere he goes. It felt so surreal to hold your hand while you two walked down the street. It seemed so unreal when you shared a kiss under the moonlight. He believed he lived in a dream when you told him you loved him. Because the truth is, Tsukishima thinks he doesn't deserve it.

The reason why he didn't have room for romance is because he's convinced he's unlovable. That on the surface is just a smart guy with a massive height, athletic abilities, and a smug attitude, and beyond that, he's nothing special. Tsukishima knows he's an absolute jerk who doesn't back down on rebuttals and insults. He's got a sharp tongue and an intelligent mouth. Why would someone love a guy like him?

Tsukishima distances himself from you since he formed those insecure thoughts. He gradually drifts away from you to the point that he refuses to meet up with you. He tries to return to his life before. Maybe you'll take the hint and replace him with someone better, someone who's significantly kinder than him, someone who's lovable.

There's a sudden bang on his apartment door. He groans and drags his feet to the door, when he opens it, he sees your enraged face.

"Why the hell are you not answering my calls and messages?!"

You shouted at him. Tsukishima takes a step back, surprised by your sudden appearance. You jabbed a finger at his chest.

"I've been worried sick about you! I thought something bad happened to my boyfriend!"

"Stop yelling, you're disturbing the neighbors"

"Not until you tell me what the hell is going on!"

You placed your hands on your hips and glared at him. Tsukishima holds back a groan and runs a hand down his face, he shuts the door behind you as he tries to lie about everything he's been through.

"I was sick and I didn't want to disturb you"

"You could've sent me a quick text then I would've understood. Ghosting me all of a sudden is so immature of you"

"I understand, I'm sorry"

You exhaled as you both sat on his bed, you crawled behind him to give him a loving embrace. Tsukishima could feel his heart racing at the tender act.

"I want to know if something's bothering you, Kei. I want you to be honest with me please"

You said quietly. Guilt floods his heart as Tsukishima debates whether to admit the truth. He didn't want to make you feel bad so he decided to be a man and tell you everything. He expected you to make fun of him or look at him differently but instead, you accepted him with open arms.

"Kei, baby, you're not unlovable"

"Oh please [Name], I'm a fucking jerk"

"And that's why I love you"

"Can you stop lying, [Name]?"

"I'm not lying!"

You huffed from behind him, glaring at him through the mirror before his bed. You wanted to knock some sense out of your giant boyfriend and show him how lovable he was. Tsukishima sees you smiling through the mirror as your hands grab the zipper of his pants.

"Oi [Name]! What the hell are you doing?!"

Tsukishima wants to deny it. To deny how fucking good it felt when your hand wrapped around his cock. He goes hard immediately when you stroke him a few times. You bite your lip as you played with his slit, earning a groan from him.

"[Name], ah fuck!"

You went to grab his ballsack and massage it. The pleasure erupts all over his body. When he stares forward, he sees his wrecked expression in the mirror. His blonde hair was disheveled, his glasses sliding down his nose bridge, and his pants sliding down his thighs to his ankles.

"Look at yourself Kei, god you look so fucking hot"

"Shit! Oh fuck, [Name]"

Tsukishima lets out a breathless moan. When your hand returns to his dick as you start to pump him at a fast pace, he opens his mouth and lets out a high-pitched moan.

"Oh, you like that, babe?"

"[Name], please"

"I need you to stop thinking you're unlovable because you are not"

Your pace slows down. Tsukishima meets your gaze in the mirror with your hand softly stroking his cock, his face goes red.

"Kei, I know you're handsome and smart but you're considerate too"

"You're not some heartless jerk, I see how you show that you care"

"You make efforts for me, you make me happy and it pains me to know you think you're not special because you are to me"

Your pace around his length quickens and he gasps, taking in your words and accepting them in his heart.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Kei. My sweet, smart, and hot boyfriend"

"Shit, [Name]! I'm going to cum!"

"Cum for me Kei"

You commanded and he met his orgasm in a shocking wave. The electrifying pleasure shoots all over his body that he momentarily loses his breath while his cum coats your hand. As the high subsides, Tsukishima blinks at you through the mirror.

"Don't you feel better now, Kei?"

You sweetly asked and suddenly he grew shy, avoiding your eyes with a tinge of pink on his cheeks. For a huge man, he sure is adorable. You giggled and kissed him on the cheek, and the blonde sighed.

"Thank you, [Name]"

"Aw, you're welcome baby"

"How about I return the favor, I want you to be good and take your clothes off now"

It was your turn to blush as you stuttered, Tsukishima looked at you with his eyes clouded with desire. You knew better so you obeyed him and got naked as he sweetly returned the favor.

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

#— ♬ ©kitasgloves #— ♬ kitasgloves requests #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu smut #suna rintaro x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #suna x reader

[heartfullofleeches]

Here to once again advocate doll pilot reader this time with a clown performer mix. Quirky scientist reader who has the brains, but not the smarts when it comes to interacting with real people and partners with a tech company for the funds and equipment to make a functioning robot to get around town. The contract comes with the added deal of reader becoming a star on a show they've had in the works for a while about an android learning the ropes of life as a human - which in turn works in favor for reader and their poor social skills

Reader presents far more cheerful than they are in person most of the cast assume their robot to be advanced a.i. Their genuine confusion on basic human educate and them stuffing bagels in their mouth to take to their human self sells their clueless act well. A few might've developed a little obsession crush on the bot but alas it could never be... If only...

"Hey, can you pass me that charger?"

"Sure." Their co-star smiles as the android unstraps the bracelet from its arm and plugs the cord into an outlet on their wrist - hooking the charger up to the phone in their hand. It yawns without a breathe - rubbing at its eyes. So cute♡- Just where did they get the parts to make this bot.... what's that room on their screen?

"This? It's my bedroom. Needed to do some cleaning today but obviously I had work. Might do some while I'm sleep since my link we have is neurological."

It sure is.... wait- huh?

"Nobody ever tell you? Actually, only like... three people know so I don't blame you. I'm human just like you.. well, the me back home is. I have severe anxiety and not as chipper as I am on stage. Nice to meet ya - name's Y/n, but I'm sure you already knew that."

... ah.. that - definitely wasn't in the pamphlets.

In come the - innocent queries about the real you. Your bot is modeled off you - are you as cute as it? What's your full name? Address? Oops- looks like your charger disappeared. Filming took extra long today - might run out of battery before you get home. Maybe your kind, well meaning coworker can bring it to you?

crackpost under cut

Yan: I'm so happy to finally have you home, angel. Anything I can get you?

Human Reader: Just a glass of water, please-

Yan: anything for you dearest~

[Human Reader kicks off their shoe and takes the sleeping pill from their sock as their Yan returns]

Human Reader: Thank you- [swallows the pill and passes out - their robot kicking down the front door, smacking the shit outta their yan, and carring their human body back home. Yan, broke jaw and all, takes a picture of their sleeping angel carried away in their own arms]

Yan: worth it...

-

[Robot Reader picks up groceries after work covered up by a surgical mask and an oversized sweater. One of their fans sneaks up and tags magnet to their backside]

Yan fan: found you, dear~

Robot Reader: oh! Haha, ya got me! Would you like an autograph? Here- [wheels their cart into the fan and sprints off into the parking lot.]

-

Human Reader, watching Yan make out with their robot before their identity is revealed thinking noone is watching:

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #yandere #yandere text

[wen-kexing-apologist]

10 BL Boys I Would Throw Hands For

Okay so everyone is doing retrospectives and what not and I should just kinda quit while I'm ahead, but I just rewatched My Ride and decided that I needed to highlight some of the boys that I would 100% throw hands for should they be wronged by any man. So without further ado here are the people who would inspire me to seek justice and retribution against those that have hurt them with the same feral energy of cocaine bear.

Tawan- My Ride

First if all, Por better watch his fucking back cause if he does anything to fuck with Tawan again you better believe I'm jumping on the back of Mork's pillon and we're turning a man into a pin cushion. Tawan has literally done nothing wrong ever in his life. He cares for everyone so deeply. He is so soft and kind and gentle in the most beautiful way and there is not a malicious bone in his body. Tawan is just a genuinely, naturally, and fundamentally good person and I am so glad that he is a sunshine for sunshine kinda guy because Tawan deserves a man like Mork in his life (and Mork- who would also be on my list but he throws hands just fine on his own -deserves a man like Tawan).

Uea- Bed Friend

Uea is so incredibly lucky to have King in his life, because if it were me, and Uea told me what his parents did to him, the next thing anyone knew I'd be at Uea's parents' house ripping his step-father's throat out with my bare fucking teeth and locking his mother in the bathroom with like a pack of hungry wolves or some shit. Uea's family got off far far too fucking easy because King is capable of some level of self-restraint. I, however...if there is one person on this list who I would turn the most feral/attack dog for, it is this beautiful angel right here. Sleep with one eye open Uea's Mother, I'm coming for you.

Tian- Khun Chai (aka To Sir, With Love)

He's beauty, he's grace, his mother will murder you in an instant if she thinks you know he's gay. I honestly probably don't need to do anything to the people who have wronged him cause between his mother, his brother, and his boyfriend he's got that shit covered, but...I love him so much. He just wants to be himself. But himself is a gay man in occupied Thailand, in a family that disowned their last outed queer member and drove him to suicide so, he's having the time of his motherfucking life. I am not saying I condone the swift delivery of a death to anyone his mother thought might threaten him, but...I get it.

Sakuko- Koisenu Futari

Hello to one of my new-found greatest loves. Sakuko is yet another human embodiment of sunshine who has had too many people do her wrong in her life. She has built herself a little family, and she's found a life she loves, and if anyone ever threatened that you better believe I would be there swinging a baseball bat in an instant. Sakuko, my aroace queen, just know that I care about your happiness above all other things. Enjoy your bike ride!

Patts- La Pluie

gif from @ueasking

Now listen, I know Patts is capable of holding his own against those who have wronged him, but he should not have to do everything himself. Patts, save your energy for your veterinary practice, I'll return Tai to you after he has been smacked around a little bit. Patts is one of the rare characters here that I would throw hands for both in fiction and on this website. You have a problem with Patts, you can kindly meet me in the Waffle House parking lot at 3am.

Mrs. L- Laws of Attraction

If there is anyone on this list that I would have to bet has killed someone before, it's Mrs. L. I have no doubt that even now if someone tried to fuck with her in any way she'd have them on their ass in an instant, but bad bitches gotta stick together ya know? Call up Maya, Rose, and Nawin and I will meet them out front to take care of that problem for you. You've got your hands full with those boys of yours.

Daisy- Secret Crush on You

Oh Daisy, oh my darling, darling girl I got your back from now until the end of the earth. Daisy is just the absolute sweetest, and I want all the best for her, and if anyone was to ever fuck with her in any way, they are getting Cask of Amontillado'd by me, personally. Look at that smile, keep your brightness, babes.

Han Ba Ram- Sing My Crush

gif by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

Okay so. Honestly I understand why Im Han Tae was immediately cute, cuddly, and flirtatious with this boy. He is an extremely huggable lad. I can also understand how that need to hold this Sad Gay(tm) could have impacted the length of time it took you to realize you had feelings for him. This sad boy right here doesn't know it but he has accidentally summoned a small gang of people who are ready and willing to go all Ides of March on his music teacher's ass. So heads up to Sangin, @bengiyo, @ginnymoonbeam, @lurkingshan, @kyr-kun-chan, @shortpplfedup, and I are outside your front door and we just want to talk.

Boston- Only Friends

Now, I will not deny my boy is a bit of an asshole, a shit-stirrer if you will, and there are times and places where I will let Boston deal with the consequences of his own actions and get smacked around. HOWEVER, you slut shame my boy? Death. You pull an Atom on my boy? Death. You abandon my boy? Death. According to the end of Only Friends Boston's is absolutely lacking in people in his corner, so I will be there with bells on. Boston, cruise as much as you want baby, and if any of those boys give you trouble, give me a call.

Amane- If It's With You

gif by @dramascene

In case you haven't picked up on it, sad!happy boys are my kryptonite and Amane is just the saddest boy with the best bundle of joy mask I have ever seen. He deserves the world, this boy, and if anyone ever tried to steal his joy again, I would steal their soul right out of their bodies.

Wasn't gonna make this a tag game or anything but if anyone wants to answer it, go right ahead!

I will, however, tag @negrowhat, @respectthepetty, and @sorry-bonebag since they are the ones that supported my vision so they see the post

#only friends the series #if it's with you the series #khun chai #sing my crush the series #secret crush on you #scoy #laws of attraction #koisenu futari #la pluie the series #my ride the series #bed friend the series

[phantasmiac]

i love to imagine dabi being in a relationship/situationship/whatever he wants to call it with someone who owns a cat. and the cat fucking hates him at first, hisses at him and starts throwing paws when he gets too close. he assumes it’s because of his appearance, and people being put off by his face is nothing new so it really shouldn’t bother him that much. but he has beef with this cat. genuinely believes there’s a demon inside and you’ve yet to find the zipper.

but obviously you think your cat is a sweet baby angel who could do no wrong! so now he’s beefing and competing with this cat. when you’re lounging on the couch together and it’s looking up at him with those giant evil eyes he can’t help but throw him a smug look, like “yeah i took your place, eat shit”. doesn’t feel a drop of guilt when the cat is silently begging for a crumb of human food while you eat the take out he brought over. might even pretend he’s going to give it a bite when there’s really nothing in his hand, he’s so mean 😭

but it’s fine bc sometimes when you’re napping together the cat will purposely sit on his chest and smack him in the face. or sometimes dabi’ll come over after a long day of thinking about all the things he wants to do to you that night. and things are getting hot and heavy, your shirts are off, he’s ready and then — meow! your cat is scratching at the door like it’s on a mission so of course you have to check on your baby. and by the time you’re back the mood has been absolutely ruined and dabi’s considering testing the nine lives theory.

but sometimes you have to go live your civilian life while dabi has a day off from doing criminal activities. and it leaves him and his mortal enemy all alone together. you know that despite being a literal murderer dabi would never actually harm your cat. whether it’s bc of the little remaining good in his heart or bc he knows you’d never forgive him is debatable, but at least you know you’re not going to come home to a pile of ashes brushed into the litter box. what you don’t expect to see is your cat curled comfortably on his chest. when he wakes up from his nap dabi insists it was just a fluke, a moment of weakness — but it starts becoming a regular thing. and eventually he’s bringing little trinkets home for the cat to play with, and he’s going out of his way to put food in his bowl. they’re suddenly besties 🤞

#dabi #dabi drabble #dabi headcanons #dabi imagine #dabi x reader #dabi fluff #dabi x y/n

[3smo]

hey es! i forgot to say this earlier but congrats on 1k!! you deserve it, i've always loved your writing <33 and for the event, could i ask for sukuna (jujutsu kaisen) and prompt 2 with male reader?

(Cobgrats again im really uappy for you swkdhsk)

• "i hate you." "no you don't. you love me, don't you?" (#2)

part 2: i forgot to add this to the sukuna (2) ask but for details could it have impact play/slight bdsm (spanking ...) and just rough fucking (affectionate) in general, something like that... and reader is flirty and says harsh things during rough sex but genuinely loves sukuna and yeah im a sap. THANK YOU and sorry i sent this and the actual req in two seperate asks </3

warning: top male reader. light impact play. spanking. readers kinda mean. king of curses sukuna form? yes. bc that actually sounds like a challenge. human reader.

453 words.

1k event

sukuna grits his teeth in embarrassment, two arms gripping onto the arm rest of his throne, the other two wrapped around his abdomen to steady himself. "i fucking hate you!"

your special glasses tip over, your heart pangs at his words. "you hurt me 'kuna..."

sukuna shakes his head, growling out profanities until you bring your hand down to smack his ass. tears pop up in the corner of his eyes, a strangled moan comes from him. "i hate you."

you shake your head. what a petty curse. "no you don't. you love me..."

sukuna's cock twitches, he shuts his eyes. he hears a little hurt tone from your voice that makes him feel guilty. "don't you?"

you force him to sit up on his knees, his kimono drapes off his shoulders, his back pressing to your chest. your hand on his jaw, gripping it.

"tell me you love me, sukuna." you thrust into him, grunting into his ear. his muscles tense up, subconsciously tightening around you. "say it."

stupid human. the king of curses thinks, eyes rolling into his head when you spank him again. it caused him to clench his body and rock against you without meaning to. stupid human with his big, fat cock.

"you won't get to come if you don't." you whisper in his ear, fingers moving to grope his chest, nimble fingers rolling teasingly against his nipples.

sukuna holds in his noises as you pull him off of you to turn him around to face you, quickly sinking him down your cock, already missing his touch as you lean back onto his throne.

said throne was covered in his own semen, he lost count how many times he came, only left with the burning sensation inside him when you continue going. as if you couldn't get enough of him.

he would say you're an adorable human if it wasn't for your insatiable thirst for sex, using him for your own pleasure.

what he hates more than that is the fact that he likes it, and those taunting words that come from your stupid mouth. telling him that he likes it, he likes being treated like shit by a mere human.

you lightly wrap your hand around his throat, "say it, my love..."

sukuna stares down at with teary eyes, he saw the way your eyes sparkle as you wait for his next words. he hated how much of an idiot you are the most, falling for the king of curses as if it was no big deal.

as if he wasn't twice your size, stronger and evil.

"i love you..." he whispers, you smile widely at him as you make him repeat himself. "i love you (name)."

...

#Es's 1k event! #dom reader #dom!reader #sub character #top male reader #seme male reader #dom male reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #sukuna smut #jjk smut #sub jjk #sub jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x reader smut

[avelera]

Random thoughts on the D&D movie in no particular order:

I loved the jokes. All of them. All the stupid jokes. I was their target audience and they succeeded at making me cackle at dumb shit while my partner's soul left his body

The landscape shots were breathtaking and honestly made me tear up at the beauty in places. In the theater, I remember thinking, "Yeah, FUCK yeah, these guys understood the assignment!" Nine out of ten times, I think fantasy should be animated, because if you don't pour millions into the budget, the action looks like crummy LARPers wearing silly costumes in the woods. This movie understood that if you're doing live action fantasy, you owe your audience some damn beautiful landscape shots and damn did they deliver on some beautiful landscape shots.

(cut for spoilers)

I sincerely appreciated Holga and her husband being divorced but still amicable. I'm so tired of the trope of exes being evil or awful. They just seemed like two adults who wanted to love each other but the circumstances of being together doomed them from the start. It was played for laughs but it was just a moment I genuinely enjoyed as divorcee. I also loved her ex's new wife looking exactly like her, both for the gag, and for what it said about both of them being each other's type even if it didn't work out.

I also cackled like a hyena at Holga's halfling fetish while also finding it rather sweet and enjoyed imagining all the reasons why she might have that preference lol

As a basic Drizzt Do'Urden loving bitch, I squeed when I saw Icewind Dale on the map. Then I had a moment between that and the Underdark of wondering, "Am I gonna see him? Even in the distance? Am I going to see my first love, Drizzt Do'Urden??"

And then I realized: the Paladin. The Paladin is Drizzt. Only good person who came out of a nation destroyed by evil. Too good for this world, too pure, to the point of being sanctimonious but is also a hottie. Xenk is Drizzt.

Oh, I also squeed when I saw the Underdark.

I appreciated how knowledge of D&D improved certain story beats (like the gelatinous cube or the displacer beast) but wasn't required to enjoy the plot. That's how references should be done.

The most agonizingly cringe moment for me was when Holga was dying. Just. I appreciated the beat. It couldn't go any other way. They delivered on their set up with the tablet, the only question was ever, "Who besides his wife is going to get saved with it?" And it made perfect sense who it was. I'm glad they didn't try to pull a fast one. But the scene was like... 10 seconds too long of her dying for me to not roll my eyes. We know you're going to use the tablet on her, dipshit, please keep this moving.

BUT I think the reason they did it was to land a sincere moment with the daughter, and I appreciated that. I think the scene could have been improved by Holga being like, "Don't you fucking dare use that tablet on me!" and then smacking him when he did it anyway and then he'd have to explain that he set out to save his daughter's mother, not his wife, who has passed on, etc etc. but I'm not sure that would have been much better so maybe the drawn-out opera death scene and the sincerity was better in the end idk.

I KINDA wanted to see the actors as the players playing D&D BUT I know why they didn't and it was a wise choice, it undermines the drama too much to say it doesn't matter because it's a game. Maybe if instead they'd should the characters playing D&D in universe as normal humans? Idk

I thought there'd be more Xenk? I thought he'd be in the arena with them? A little bummed but I also loved his GM NPC energy.

The combat and camera work was great! Genuinely enjoyable and well made, I appreciated the artistry that went into it.

Loved the bardic distraction scene for truly capturing the chaos of a D&D party's attempt at breaking and entering

Loved the portals bit for truly capturing the strategy and planning that can go into a functioning D&D campaign's clever heist, even if I'm sure it would have taken 5 sessions to plot out IRL

Honestly, it was just a fun, solid film! It's been a while since I've seen such a fun, solid film! I would buy it and put it on in the background to just enjoy and not angst over it! It was worth the price of admission, it was faithful to the spirit of D&D instead of sneering at it the way the early 2000s one did, and I had a good time! It wasn't the highest of art but it would have been weird if it had been! I liked it a lot!

#DND #honor among thieves

[egg-father-writes]

NSFW RECOM MANSK HEADCANONS pt 1

This is 100% inspired by the anon who asked, you know who you are <3

I don't want to fit everything into one post so i'll be splitting the hcs up into multiple posts

Pairing: Mansk x reader. Recom/human/fem/masc

Warnings: nsfw, light praise/degrading, teasing, spit, scenting talk, hand talk?, not proof read,

my requests are open!!

Gonna start this off strong by saying, no matter who you are, male/female/trans/human/Na’vi, Mansk will treat you RIGHT in and out of bed.

His default is praise - “look at you, sweet thing, taking me so well”

He’ll degrade you if you want him too tho, if it gets you going and you both have a talk about what’s okay and what’s not, he’ll be down - “Shit, all I’ve done is touch you, and you’re already shaking… what a needy whore”

Don’t expect him to hit/smack you. He’d be okay with your ass/thighs, but nowhere else.

He likes to caress/stroke/pet/kiss more. He’s good with his hands and he wants to make sure you know that.

Mansk loves it when you get so wound up by his touch that you’re at a loss for words, just staring at him with big glossy eyes, silently begging for more

He usually doesn’t ask what you want to tease you, more so for consent/confirmation that you want more/to know what exactly what you want.

He still teases you when he finds it fits - “Does my baby need me that bad? That they can’t help but whine about it?”

Hearing your voice is amazing in general, but when it’s filled with want and desperation all for him??? He goes nuts over it.

Ask him to do things/touch you places/say something with a whine or all breathy like, he’ll do it in an instant

As stated, he likes your voice, he could listen to hours on end and never get tired of it - “Come on beautiful, you gotta ask me to do it, you can do that for me, can’t you?” - his own voice will sound all desperate like too

If you tell him you like his voice in bed?? Good luck getting him to shut up. He isn’t very vocal outside of your shared space, as he doesn’t feel the need to talk, but when he’s alone with you, he won’t stop. - “What? Are my words too much for you darlin’? I know you don’t want me to stop, the heat between your legs tells me that”

Mansk would probably get hard if you did anything with his hand yourself.

If you licked a little bit of sauce/frosting off of his thumb in public he’d just sit there for a few moments, dumbfounded, before his tail starts swaying. He’d lean over to you and whisper “I think I’d do anything to see my fingers coated in your spit right now… or your… you know” he’d trail off before stating the obvious just to mess with you before sitting back up in his seat, pretending like he said nothing at all as he continues on with his lunch.

Later that night his fingers were in fact coated with your spit and c*m. He’d clean them off with his mouth too, he has no shame in it. Your his, he likes the taste of you, so why not? He likes to have you watch him do it too, just to prove to you how much he likes how you taste.

Mansk would be so messy with so much-

He likes seeing you messy

Sloppy make outs? Yup. Sloppy BJs (both ways)? Absolutely. Eating you out so his whole mouth/jaw is shiny when he pulls away? You know it.

Speaking of, Mansk has NO problems with oral, none whatsoever. You want to suck him off? Cool! Great! You want him to suck you off/eat you out? He’s on his knees/you’re on his face in an instant!

No matter what position y’all are in, Mansk will be grabbing at you in someway/shape/or form.

Like if you’re giving him head one of his hands is settling on the back of your head. He won’t force you down, he just likes that extra contact. If he has you in missionary, his hands are on your thighs etcetc

he'd probably leave bruises too, sometimes on purpose, sometimes not.

if you're human, he tries a lot more to not grip/squeeze you as hard as he would as he hates the idea of genuinely hurting you.

I see Mansk being in the dominate position more

he’d love to be in control, like he'd love to have you in his lap while you’re squirming and panting all because of his fingers/hands.

But at the same time he wouldn’t mind it if you kept his face in between your legs and used him that way, the feeling of your thighs squeezing his face/head while you tell him he ain't going anywhere is everything. but I don’t think he’ll do any begging/submitting in other ways. (Feel free to request stuff with him subbing tho, I’d like to see y’all’s ideas)

I totally stole this idea from someone else (@xandy-toady go read what they wrote, it's gonna be so much better/detailed), but Mansk would 100% be into scenting

He’d only want you to smell like you, or him, nothing else.

If he smelt any other recom on you, he’d get a little pissy

Little might be an understatement, because as soon as you both have free time he’s fixing that. You’ll reek of him after, it definitely wouldn’t go unnoticed by the other recoms so be prepared for teasing/jokes about it.

If you're Na'vi as well, you'd never escape his scent

#recom mansk #mansk x reader #avatar mansk #mansk #recom x reader #bad egg #f reader #m reader #gn reader #x reader #atwow smut #atwow x reader #mansk headcanon #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar smut

[winniewells]

unpopular HOA opinions

*edited to remove ableist language i.e word crazy*

Nina is not an asshole for being bitchy/apprehensive of Joy. Joy wanted her man, like why would Nina be nice??? Be fr

On that note, Fabian is 100% the asshole when it comes to his relationship with Nina and Joy. Mf led Joy on and flirted with her in front of his girlfriend. Nina and Joy should have collectively beat the crap out of them.

Mara is wild and not the moral compass the show paints her to be. Don't get me wrong, I love Mara but oh my god??? She sent pictures of Ms. Robinson and Mick to Mr. Sweet to make it seem like they had an inappropriate relationship and was just like "im sorry lol Mick u deserve better im just a mathlete"

Patricia in season one deserves to be smacked. Like I know that she was being gaslit like crazy, but she bullied the shit out of Nina and she should have paid for it a little bit.

Season three isn't bad because Nina isn't there. It just carries a less serious vibe and is more comedic. The mystery is also being shown to use through Eddie's lens who completely accepts the Osirian status while Nina never wanted to be the Paragon.

Victor had every right to hate Sibuna. Mf worked his whole for this shit only to have it all unraveled by the British knock off Mystery Inc.

Jerome Clarke is an AWFUL human being and he doesn't actually become decent until Mara dumped him. He might be funny but quit acting like he's a genuine person.

I love Jeroy but it SHOULD HAVE BEEN JARA

Amber deserved better.

Patricia is a bad friend for not noticing how badly Joy was hurting and for not helping her transition. Girl got KIDNAPPED dammit quit acting like things are supposed to be normal and don't let your friend act that way.

I love Fabina but they were never going to be endgame

Joy and Nina DESERVED to have a friendship with each other and we were ROBBED

#house of anubis #unpopular opinion #fabian rutter #joy mercer #eddie miller #nina martin #victor rodenmaar jr #amber millington #jerome clarke #mara jaffray #mick campbell #patricia williamson

[rayneydays]

very late gustholomule week drabble

_

Little human children giggled behind their hands at the sight before them, Gus couldn’t help but do the same.

They didn’t visit the public pool often. However, as witches crossed over more, Gus, as past captain of the HAS, wanted his friends to enjoy all aspects of human culture. Including the figurative and potentially literal cesspool of splashing toddlers and probably-pee infested water.

Plus, to Gus’ joy, one of those friends didn’t learn how to swim. And the beach, with its aggressive waves that even knocked Willow over, probably wouldn’t be the best place to learn. So he took it upon himself to teach Matt. He was so generous, really.

”Your parents really never took you to Lake Lacuna?” the question had been on the tip of his tongue when he first found out. But there was always a certain look when Matt got upset, genuinely upset. Faraway eyes and pinched upturned brows that made Gus feel something.

But just like he was with illusions, Matt was a quick learner, and Gus was a fabulous teacher if he did say so himself.

When they got the basics down, he retreated to sit on the edge, letting Matt practice with Vee.

Gus kicked his feet, watching the pool water ripple. It was such a bright blue. Did chlorine do that? What was chlorine anyway?

He looked up, biting back a laugh at Matt doggy paddling awkwardly under Vee’s guidance.

Anticipation simmered in his gut.

He looked at Matt, all toothy grins and bangs plastered to his forehead. He looked happy.

Gus wanted that look all to himself. And once Matt was skilled enough, he’d have it.

-

It was a pretty long ride to the beach in Conneticut, but Gus knew of another place. During their initial time on the human realm, on days he needed alone, he’d walk off.

After being gone for hours, Gus would return with a clearer head and a new secret destination all to himself. At least, until now.

Matt blinked slowly as sun hit him right in the eye. Gus brushed tree branches aside, revealing the edge of a cliff. He looked down with a grin.

“Woah,” Matt said faintly.

”I know, right? isn’t it cool?” The lake below them was a deep sea green, the sun making it sparkle in their eyes.

”It’s … okay.”

”Don’t lie.”

Gus dropped his bag, shoving it underneath a bush and kicking off his shoes, Matt followed. The two eased closer to the edge, Matt slowing a bit.

The cliff was pretty tall, but not enough that the fall hurt, the illusionist figured.

“This is safe, Augustus?” Matt’s voice voice was hesitant, however he was quick to deflect. “I don’t want you getting hurt, you’re so frail.”

”I’m bigger than you.”

”Taller,” Matt corrected, “whose job is literally construction ergo lifting heavy shit all the time?” he flexed his muscles for emphasis, and Gus had to feign disgust.

”You mainly draw the crap, and make Kikimora do all the work,” he snapped back, a light blush tinging his ears.

Matt grumbled a bit, crossing his arms as he looked over the edge.

“You swear it doesn’t boil?”

“I swear.”

“On King’s dad?”

“On King’s dad, dude.”

Gus grabbed Matt’s shoulders, hugging him loosely. Upon being drawn into the false sense of security, Matt begrudgingly nodded.

”You remember to hold your nose?”

”Yeah - but,” Gus cut him off quickly, dirt scuffled underneath their feet as Gus pushed - pushed -

A girlish shriek the constructionist would deny later.

“What the fuck!”

The two tumbled off the cliff in a gaggle of tangled limbs and held noses, the air ripping through them.

Matt yelled all the way down, clinging to him with wide, angry eyes.

Gus took back his previous assessment on it not hurting to hit the water. It was like a cold smack to the face. They detached as they sank, clawing to the surface. Gus gulped up air, skin prickly as goosebumps formed. The water was so much colder in the human realm …

”Matty?” he called as he breached the surface, eyes still shut tightly. At the lack of response, a bit of panic flared. “Matt?”

”Hold your nose.”

Gus gasped as he was pushed back under water, swallowing lake water as he sputtered for oxygen. After the blatant assassination attempt on Matt’s part, Gus had to enact revenge. They continued to splash and chase each other for almost an hour.

His legs shook from exertion as they swam for a nearby rock. He glared in envy as Matt hoisted himself on the boulder like it was nothing, like really, where was that twig packing the muscle?

Matt yanked Gus up by the back of his tank top so he could flop beside him on the rough surface, gasping.

”Weak, nerd.”

”Shut up.”

Matt looked around. The lake was encased in a woodlands, the land sloped upward to be a mountain. There were a couple lower ledges that Gus would originally jump into the lake from, as he worked his way up to the highest one.

“You didn’t even jump from that before making me do it? What if there was rocks or something?” Matt cried. “I could’ve died!”

”I’ve swam this lake plenty of times, there aren’t rocks.”

”We’re sitting on a rock, you dumb fuck.”

Gus promptly shoved the boy off the edge, taking great satisfaction in Matt’s flailing limbs.

As Matt drowned beside him, Gus tugged idly on his hair. It was a good thing wash day was coming up.

It was another hour before they made their way back up the mountain, which, in hindsight was a lot harder barefoot, but Gus still thought it was worth it.

Too tired to hold an argument, they murmured amongst each other quietly, bumping shoulders and brushing hands.

Gus shivered, only partially from the cold.

They arrived back at Camilla’s as the sun came down. Thankful that she allowed them to stay the night, they trekked to the basement.

Camilla came down to call them for dinner, only to find them tangled together still in their swim trunks.

She smiled, and flicked the light off before retreating back upstairs.

-

“Did you put on any sunscreen?” Camilla gasped in horror at the angry, red flaking skin of Matt’s shoulders.

”I did!” he shouted back, shoulder’s bunched up, “ .. Ms. Noceda,” he added hastily.

Matt hissed as Gus pumped aloe vera over the irritated skin, rubbing it in weakly. When Camilla excused herself to find more healing ointment, Gus smacked the skin lightly.

”Ow! Augustus!” Matt reached behind him blindly to hit Gus.

”Does it hurt?”

”What do you think, prodigy?”

Gus laughed quietly, muttering an apology as he massaged the aloe vera into Matt’s shoulder blades. On autopilot, he leaned forward, head darting down to press a brief kiss to his shoulder.

”I’m sorry, Matty.”

He peeked at Matt’s face hesitantly, silently hoping the red adorning his face wasn’t just because of the sunburn.

#gustholomule #mattholomule #gus porter #the owl house

[absolutely-normal-about-x]

OKAY MY TURN NOW: drop the headcanon deets. What's living rent-free in your head right this moment 👀

HOLY SHIT GOT SHOT BACK- LANDKSBDKAHDKAND

But alright!! There’s so many (Aside from Legends Reborn)

I mostly keep this shit in my head and I can make a huge list of it but dawg most of mine involves my silly interpretations- plus I seen people

It’s kinda a mess to think about but I’ll go to my personal favorites

X being chunky always gives me some feels for me, like he would fucking rock it. He’s actually more tanky then Zero while he’s sorta at times a glass canon (Mf Died like multiple times and X died Once). It derives from the idea of why he chose a thicker body, because the area of his stomach was pierced by Sigma like twice. So basically it gives him extra defense. Despite the it he’s just a Flexible as ever but a bit more slower.

Meaning that his “Stomach” area is incredibly sensitive and he will smack you on instinct if you touch it. He suffers phantom pains occasionally. It's a massive bitch but he got used to it.

(Aka I believe Burly/chunky X supremacy)

X has a soft spot for children okay, since he’s very approachable to children, he would even let them draw on his armor. Babies are a definite weakness of his their tiny hands will make him cry so hard

So it would make sense that he would be a parent but he would rather settle down to start a Family in peace times and after he himself healed and rested.

Zero is kinda a low key creature, in the sense that he actually has retractable claws and can run on fours but only for extremely rare occasions. That's because he’s not only the ultimate war but also the ultimate predator. Aka he’s fucking lion coded

One of the reasons why X and Zero are always different compared to other Androids and shit is because they were made from Alien tech/Energy stuff. You can’t fucking tell that Dr Light didn’t used the material that Duo left to include that while making X right? And Zero…We all know Wily was on some crack (I’m always a believer that He used evil energy to create Roboenza and what could eventually become the Maverick Virus). And no one knew about the whole fiasco with Duo aside from Megaman and the others. So it makes sense that Light and wily (Possible Cossack knew something about it) Used it for their final creations.

Marty (From the MMX manga that I’m absolutely so normal about) has so much knowledge of Marine life and the ocean, Rescue worker regulations and information is insane. How the flying shit did a marine rescue worker end up as an infamous Pirate Queen is a mystery to anyone.

She's also tall and muscular and is absolutely more “Beast-like” (Having scales, fangs and retractable webbed claws) to give off a more intimidating impression to keep folks away from her and her crew.

Speaking of her Crew they are all composed of other marine Rescue types, a couple Human Cyborgs (and a few non cyborgs) and a few Repliforce defectors. (A small fun fact in my silly XxMarty Valentine manatee oneshot, Marty brought up Gale Albatross who’s actually a former Repliforce soldier that defected as soon as they declared independence not wanting to be apart of it but is untrusting towards the hunters).

She may not look like but she genuinely cares for everyone in her crew and would do anything to protect them. She also courted her hair after her fight with Byte back at X3 manga. She has matured over the years but still holds her mischievous/prideful personality.

Contrary to what it's led to believe her crew aren’t like…bad or act like actual pirates. It’s more like they are more of an independent group. Since that they deal with poaching, taking out criminals out of sea, providing relief for coastal communities that were strongly affected by war, etc…They just Red Alert if they weren’t Bounty hunters.

Axl is absolutely a Streamer and a bit of a meme master. He’s a deadly actor and trickster so watch out he fucking glad that he’s a goober!!

Since I’m on a Legends kick

Legends is underrated as shit I mean the potential is great! It’s so fucking expansive Idk where to start-

WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH CARBONS??

LIKE NO ONE IS MAKING HEADCANONS OF THEM AND ITS A CRIME!

I’ll probably do some of mine at somepoint how they are Biomechanical creatures and how they diversified and evolved (The master basically granted them access to things that were lost that belonged to their Reploid ancestors.)

Or how the Ruins can be function as Mystery Dungeons and the different between an Official Digger and a independent Digger and so much wkrbekeheiba)

There’s are what I have but dawg so many in my little critter brain of mine

#megaman x #megaman legends #headcanons #Also thank you for asking LAJDKSBDKABDUS #ask

[6lostgirl6]

Hi darling

Can I request the poly!lost boys x reader that does figureskating? And maybe she falls? How would they react?

Hey there! I hope you enjoy this one, I had an amazing time writing it!

Poly!Lost Boys With A Figure Skater S/O HCs

TW: couple curse words

When you told the boys about your time figure skating, they were honestly impressed and each had their own reaction.

David was impressed, it takes a lot of skill in order to figure skate and he thinks you’re extremely talented for having that as your hobby. However, he sucks at words so he’s just, “that’s awesome, babe.” 

Dwayne was very supportive and wanted to know all about figure skating, very interested in all the details. He loves learning about things, especially things that you love doing.  

Paul is something else.

While he thought it was really cool, he figured that meant you had to be flexible in order to pull off certain moves. That’s all this vampire thinks about, the pervert. 

Never had Dwayne smacked someone’s head that hard in his entire life.

Marko was pretty excited, he asked if you have participated in any competitions, if you’ve won any trophies, and how competitive were you? His mate being competitive on the ice against other skaters makes his undead heart skip a beat.

After dating the boys, you started doing your skating routine at night so you would be able to spend time with them after practice.

It was Marko’s idea to come to have them come to practice with you and watch you skate.

You regret agreeing because your boys are insanely hot and they’re an easy distraction, which you will later find out. 

While you're practicing, Marko and Paul would be cheering you on, give them pom poms and they’re practically your cheerleaders.

They have been threatened to get kicked out if they continue so David jumped their ass. 

Dwayne would be your unofficial manager. 

He’ll carry everything you have to bring in your duffle bag that has your skates, water bottles, an extra pair of clothes to change into after practice. 

Whenever you take a break, Dwayne is already there with a water bottle out and a small smile on his face. He wants you hydrated. 

David always liked watching over you but he enjoyed watching you glide across the ice with excellent precision. You would make a terrific vampire. 

David’s pissed though that he isn’t allowed to smoke in the building. 

Now here is the big moment, the instant you fell in the rink, a small miscalculation that had you slamming onto the ice would make the boys jump into action. 

You were trying to pull off a move you have been practicing for a while, well apparently you weren’t exactly ready to do it. 

Sorry, David’s going to laugh. He’ll turn away with shaking shoulders cause he’s trying to hold it in.

He only laughs if he knows you’re fine though, he’s not that much of an asshole. 

Paul would instantly climb over the wall of the rink and end up falling on his ass.

Shit, he might have ended up hurting himself more than you did!

Dwayne would have an easier time reaching you on the ice, getting down to your level and making eye contact and asking if you’re alright. It’s crazy how much he can determine how you’re feeling through eye contact.

He would grip you gently and help you up if you were struggling to get back on your skates. 

Marko would be the second vampire to make it over to you, checking over you to make sure you didn’t break anything. He’s been a vampire for a long time and he knows humans can break easily, he doesn’t remember how much force it would actually take to break a human bone. 

Marko: “Damn babe, that was a nasty fall! Did you break something? Bruise anything?”

Dwayne would be a gentleman and pick you up and help get you to the edge of the rink and towards the bleachers, setting you down next to David.

David would be the next one to check you over, now that his laughing fit was over. Making sure you were actually alright was his priority now. 

While checking you over, Paul would be heading over and holding his back like he’s genuinely hurt when the dummy forgets that he will be fine in like a few minutes. 

However, he would be asking if you were alright while whining. 

Dwayne would pull out the duffle bag and pull out different sized ice packs if you happened to bruise something. What a mom. 

Shockingly, David would press kisses on any bruise you happen to get from falling. Despite the others teasing him later. 

Overall, the boys would be worried if you fell while figure skating  and each has their own way of showing it but their feelings for you are just the same. 

#poly!lost boys x reader #poly the lost boys x reader #the lost boys headcanon #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #david tlb #dwayne tlb #paul tlb #marko tlb #keifer sutherland #billy wirth #brooke mccarter #alex winter #figure skater reader #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #tlb 1987

[the-real-peter-parker]

you got any headcanons about the bat fam? I would love to hear

Embarrassed to say I giggled when I saw this ask. kicking my legs, twiddling my thumbs, you don’t know how happy I am to get asks again

Jason drinks black coffee but he secretly loves his 90% milk 50% sugar 3% coffee drinks. Don’t do the math. I’m right.

I think when he was still a criminal overlord he had to whisper his order off to some dude at the bottom of the ladder so if they try to gossip, no one would believe him. Also, murder

Tim tries giving him sugary coffee one day to fuck with him but Jason actually looks HAPPY and Tim knew he fucked up. Dick knows Jason and he gets him his caramel frappe with 5 pumps of French vanilla birthday cake sprinkles meth idk I don’t order drinks like that

Tim likes to snuggle when he sleeps, but he also has Bat Training™️ so if he wakes up he will smack the shit out of anyone. This includes the plushies he snuggles. Nothing happens to them, however all his s/o’s

Dick may be a grown ass man but if you put him on the playground, he is not responsible for your child. He might be the parent friend and one of the best options for a babysitter out of anyone in the batfam, but once he catches sight of the jungle gym, no one, not even God, can stop him.

Duke definitely fucks with everyone if anything mildly inconveniences him. Something out of place in his room? Racism! An accidental nudge when someone passes him? Racism! The only person genuinely concerned with their actions is Jason.

Tim does the same thing but with queerphobia. Jason baits him on purpose.

When someone drinks water around Duke when he’s wearing his suit, he will, every time without fail, ask them if they need any light to photosynthesise. Everybody hates him for it.

In order of people who spook others the most: Cass, Damian, Tim. Cass will enter any room and scare the life out of anyone, not intentional. Damian is a little gremlin child. I would be scared to deal with an ankle-biter like him. You can open a door and he’ll just be standing there with his scowl on his face. Scaring is not completely intentional, but he does want to intimidate. Tim sits too quietly. He’s so used to being on electronics that he will not move when he sits. Completely intentional. He loves watching the blood run out.

Damian does bite. It’s rare, but he’ll fucking do it. Your chances of getting bit by Robin is higher than by a cat as a Gothamite. Robin is responsible for multiple human-bites-human cases. He breaks the law for a living. What’s another one? And yes this is based on NYC stats. I live here I’m allowed

#asks #i hope this ruined your day and your timeline <3 #it took me forever to think of these and type these up #i should include more of the women but admittedly I don’t know enough about them. cass is however #i will now return to my regular activities: doing absolutely nothing #actually I’m watching clone wars and it’s a lot of fun #dc comics #dc headcanons #batfam #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #duke thomas #tw racism mention #it’s for a joke and I’m not white okay #anon

[thateldribitch]

A Red Sky's Interlude

Chapter Two: Local Lure

TW: Horror, Yandere (and everything that comes with it), mostly implied gore and murder. (For once lol.)

Totally forgot to post this chapter here; here's the link to the AO3!

Truth be told, Floyd hates towns like these.

Kitschy little tourist traps with a thousand neon items and a thousand different stores with those same items. Houses in absurdly tropical colors that look good nowhere else —lime green and tangerine orange, cyan and banana yellow. Ugh. Beaches and bitches and weirdly rude, weirdly… entertaining magicians. Scammers. Tourists. But Shrimpy took them to a hole-in-the-wall, local little place. Ugh, taking Shrimpy on land is anxiety-inducing enough. They have a safe cove, good food, strong mates. What more could they ask for? Cold. Fries. Yeah, of course it’d be cold ass french fries—but then again, he craves stuff from home sometimes. And he can’t judge them too much. Dive bars always have the best fries; they’re not just stopping for carnival food or something. This shit’s actually good. 

Not as great as they could be, of course. He pops one in his mouth, rolls it around on his tongue. Mashing it between the points of his teeth, he nods after a moment. Yeah, he should make them french fries. Doesn’t fit Azul’s ‘adjustment to the water’ plan , but clearly that shit isn’t working. He can make better french fries, obviously.

Floyd’s claws dance to the tune of his trepidation. Shrimpy’s taking too damn long. He needs to check. Are they okay? Were the fries bad? He’ll fucking kill the line cook if they were bad…. But there’s a clatter in the bathroom. A distinct click.

His eyes slither to Jade’s, finding his mirror looking right back at him. Gold-olive eyes hood in amusement, a sharp flash of a smirk. Such a sneaky little shrimp. Should they let them wander a little? Get it out of their system? Aw, but what would they do for, like, twenty minutes? Well, he did see their eyes linger on a few of the colorful stalls on the way in…. 

So what does Floyd get out of this little runaway act? A few brightly colored, stupid little knick knacks. He hates the little snowglobes and the best knit ‘save the turtle’ he found in each store is horrifically mutated. But the idea of his Shrimpy smiling at these makes him grin like an idiot. He even has to pull a Jade and hide his teeth behind his hand. He’s already distinct enough. He doesn’t need people getting wind of merfolk in the area. 

“You look like me with bad posture,” Jade rolls his eyes, hiding his smirk behind a hand.

“You look like me with a resting bitch face,” Floyd smacks at Jade’s shoulder with a goofily colorful sign. It’s wooden; a solid knock off. The brothers lock eyes, a brief spark of a potential tousle. But they both decide to save it for later. That being said, Jade steps just centimeters in Floyd’s way; Floyd keeps bumping their shoulders too close as they walk. The little spites make up for the fact that they both know a straight-up brawl would bother their Shrimpy. 

He’ll just hog Azul later. That’ll teach his preppy ass of a brother. 

“No it won’t.”

“Bitch—”

He kicks his ankle. Jade dodges and does his weird polite giggle. Fuckin’ weirdo. Same face, different brain— yeah bitch, get insulted. His brother’s annoyed brow twitch makes him snicker, feeling a slight rush of joy as he sees a human jolt at the sight. Then his joy turns a little more genuine as he looks at the souvenirs again. Just little silly island things. Shrimpy will like it.

“You are such a dork,” Jade sighs.

“Uh, I can’t hear you over the mushrooms in your ears,” Floyd sneers.

“We’ve probably spent enough time away for them to calm down—”

“Don’t change the conversation, Prick.” And yet he falls into step anyway. Much as he’d like to dick-kick his brother, Shrimpy’s the most important. That cute little smile. When their cheeks get all pink and dimply. Hehe, so cute. His smile turns a touch more intense, the whites of his teeth contrasting with the pleased heat of his blush.

Twenty minutes are up.

Ready or not.

“...They’re not as close as I thought they’d be,” Jade’s voice cuts through the pretty picture of Shrimpy’s smile. Floyd feels the hairs rise on the back of his neck. 

“Shit, I didn’t think they’d be that bold,”  Floyd’s lips tug down into a panicked frown. “We miscalculated.”

“You think, brother fucking dearest?” Jade lands a kick on his ass. That’s fair. Vengeance later, shrimp hunt now. Being on land is no different from when they’re underwater. They move as one. Drifting apart, but always within eye shot. Less suspicious if two big guys aren’t seen together in the water. Easier to approach prey. Carefully zipping through crowds, looking for any fond trace of their newest. Smallest. Cutest. Floyd won’t even be mad. He hopes he catches their smile. A sneaky little grin, at having evaded them. They haven’t done that in a while. He wants to see it again. 

Please let them be okay.

Please please please let them be okay.

But then, if they get hurt…. No, that’s unacceptable. Not on their watch. Never on their watch . Jade nods shortly. Floyd follows after him. Can’t be that hard. Just harder than expected. What a good, sneaky shrimp, that’s a good undersea skill, he’ll have to tell them later. His heart pounds.

Fuck, fuck, fuck , where are they?

Floyd’s eyes dart through the streets, teeth gritting a bit tighter every time he doesn’t catch a familiar flash of their Shrimpy. A bead necklace they liked from Azul. A particular birthmark on their neck. Nope, nope, nope— none of these are his shrimpy, none of them have that sweet smell, that blend of him and Azul and Jade and it’s too weak anyway. They’re not even marked.

Not that they’d even consider asking them yet.

But his teeth itch.

A red scarf. A set of cracked glasses. The limp of one woman, the strut of a man, the gait of a person loping their way into a bakery to order a sweet. Not his shrimp, not his shrimp, not our shrimp . He clicks his teeth together. Jade clicks his. Okay. No sight of them. Shit. Jade taps his elbow; Floyd lightly checks his shoulder into his. They’ll find them. They’re good hunters. Shrimpy’s fine; they’re stretching their legs, they’re fine, they’re fine. What if they’re not?

The thought burrows into his skin like a bobbit worm. Spines claw through his veins, scratching at them and setting an itch to his skin. The teeth snap at his ankles, driving him to walk faster, look harder— a scent. Sweet. Jade-Floyd-Azul-Shrimpy. The musk of their cave. A tiny hint of perfume. Shrimpy . His mirror pauses, catches the scent as well. Oh thank fuck, they’re close by. That’s fresh. A very, very fresh scent. Okay, okay, okay. Shrimpy’s not in the best part of town. Shit, he wished they’d gone into the thousand-replica stores. Bright colors and a goofy smile. Not this. But Shrimpy’s fine. They’re fine, they’re fine. Shrimpy. The unspoken nickname catches in his throat, chokes him as he hurries along the trail. Get the Shrimp, protect our Shrimp, my Shrimp, my Shrimp.

They’re close and he’ll get them and hold them and who the fuck is that?

Doesn’t matter. He’s going for Shrimpy; Jade’s got the bastard. One, two—Jade yanks the guy away; Floyd steps in to hold their little mate. A relieved, dry sob escapes him, more akin to a wheeze after a punch. He needs to make them better. They’re scared, so scared. Small in his arms. Small. Small sobs…. His heart aches and he squeezes them closer, face burying over their throat. Floyd’s only half aware that he’s flipping between babbling reassurances and trying to see how aware they are.

He gets closer and takes a big whiff near their mouth—and he can taste it. Big sparks of pleasure-pain-panic spike through their sweet scent, bursting into an intoxicating ichor that burns like bile in his throat. Something in their drink . They said someone put something in their drink. The worst kind of thing in their drink. Poison isn’t as cruel, and no other drug can be quite so painful as the panic in his littlest lover’s eyes. 

His teeth part before he clicks them shut, and he squeezes Shrimpy closer. Jade’s got that asshole’s… remains; he’s got their Shrimp. Their poor, hot little shrimp. Squirming in such pathetic terror in his arms, as he achingly clutches them close. 

If things were simpler, he’d take them home and curl them into a soft bed. They’d all take care of their smallest, their newest, their cutest. Reassure their Shrimp in all the best and proper ways. Show them that he’ll keep them safe; that all their mates would. But they don’t ask. All he can do is hold them tight and get them home. He buries them in his arms as they swim, still tasting it. Still tasting that awful, bitter alcohol— fuck, they let this happen. He can’t make up for the fact they let this happen. His heart hurts. And he wants to tear someone’s throat out.

Things aren’t simple.

And it fucking sucks .

Fun fact, based a lot of the locale on a vacation to Florida I took.

#Blood #Gore #Horror #Yandere (and everything that comes with it) #Dead Dove #jade leech/reader #floyd leech/reader #yandere octatrio #divider by rookthornesartistry #azul ashengrotto/reader

[drippingviolets3]

Building and breaking relationships

(Thank you @bumbowumbo for the inspiration!! Now enjoy watching me slowly have a breakdown because it’s taken me so f*cking long to be somewhat satisfied with this after my failed attempts at sophisticated™️ talk and still hating the final result-)

There were two mental notes that you took on the car ride home. One being pointless but cute, the other one possibly being a crucial plot detail.

For one: There were little snowflakes revolving around Viveka’s head. It was a small detail you simply found endearing, seeing as everything about her was winter themed.

Two: The brothers were absolutely plotting something. You lived with those mother fuckers long enough to recognize when they were scheming shit, but this felt more personal then any past spats or pranks.

Asmo’s words were ringing through your head, like a chime on a windy day. It was on loop and making your mind spin and swirl in so many confusing ways. The hell did he mean by “rising up to the heavens again?” Deep down you knew it was rhetorical, there was no mystery to this matter, it was simply in their nature.

Demons were inherently greedy. They were a symbol, something to resemble human sin mushed into a form that priests could use as a threat, to point at and say that could be you. But they weren’t just greed, their individual traumatic backgrounds sculpted them into who they became once they fell from heaven.

You knew that.

They knew that.

You spent over a year here trying to pull their family back together by the frayed thread that was holding onto each brother in that cobwebbed structure they called a family, and they made it well known how your deeds influenced them. They had become a family for you, your own special getaway. You were the one they went to when they needed to resolve a petty dispute, the one they cried to in secret.

You were Mammon’s favorite, he proudly wore the title of being your “first” like a crown encrusted with diamonds. He was the one who cried to you in secret if a argument with Lucifer went to far.

Asmo held you near and dear to his heart too. He finally, finally met someone who not only rejected his advances, but worked to learn about him as a person instead of what he could do in bed. No longer did he focus on being lusted after when he had your genuine love. He would let his guard down around you, his smile was more genuine when you were with him, he was genuinely happy around you.

So what was it that they weren’t satisfied with?

‘I suppose they’ll just always want more, and I can’t blame them.’ You hold back a sigh as to not alert any of the others. Meanwhile Viveka was looking through the clothes she was given, as Asmo rambled on about the style and the fabric. Glancing over, you saw her face was a bright cherry red; but you couldn’t sense any malice….yet.

She was holding a navy blue crop top, and wasn’t that revealing, it had long sleeves and if you kept your arms down, it would look like a simple shirt (that showed off your shoulders). There was a symbol of the brand smack dead in the center of the crop top, but that was it. It was one of the most modest shirts you and Asmo could find in that store.

“I-I feel….deeply conflicted with your choices of clothing for m-ee-“ The pale woman choked out. Looking over to you, you could have sworn her pupils dilated just a little, but she averted eye contact and shoved the shirt back into the bag.

The sound of screeching tires against concrete was followed by a small thud of the car. Mammon managed to bring everyone back, even if it wasn’t the smoothest trip. “Mammon what have we talked about?” You huffed, “The rules of the road do apply to you!”

“Uuuugh, can it! I did a great job!” Mammon whined. Viveka was quick to recover from her embarrassment and cleared her throat. “I’d have to say, I’ve had smoother travels from riding in a carriage pulled by wild goats then this.” She scoffed, crawling out of the car with you. You didn’t need to look back to see Mammon’s gobsmacked face, Asmo’s airy laughter gave away all the clues you needed.

You noticed the height difference immediately; You simply had to lower your head to exit the car, but Viveka would stick her legs out first and then lean back to exit like she was playing limbo. Lowering her head wasn’t enough, she was too tall for the car size….somehow. ‘Well the brothers are all at a average height, I guess biology rules don’t apply to gods like they do to demons.’ You thought, carrying the bags of jewelry Viveka bought for you.

Mammon had ran ahead to push the door open. “After you!” He said, acting like the gentleman he thought (key word being thought) he was. You wanted to roll your eyes.

‘What a suck up-Oh shit.’ Your gaze that was once playful was now one of terror. There in the doorway was Lucifer, standing tall and proud with his arms crossed and his brows narrowed. Mammon was the last to catch on, having his back turned to Lucifer. But the sense of danger radiating in the air made Mammon shiver, and as he slowly turned around; His worst nightmare was there to greet him.

“We can explain!” You jumped up, tensing up as usual. You’ve run this rodeo before, this was basic muscle memory. Yet the words couldn’t come through, you were choking on air.

Lucifer was unamused. “Well? Get on with your “explanation” for leaving without a word with our exchange student.” You could swear you saw a vein pop up on the side of his head, thickly swallowing you tried to remember how English worked to begin speaking.

“Well uh, Viveka’s wardrobe wasn’t super….fitting, for the Devildom. We just wanted to get her some casual wear so she doesn’t suffocate from the heat.” You meekly looked into his eyes, and though you could see clear annoyance directed at the group, there was a hint of fondness in there, and he seemed to calm down at least a tiny bit as your words nestled in his brain.

“….Dinner is going to be ready soon. Now that your shopping trip has been taken care of I expect you all to wash up and take your seats at the dinner table.” He ordered. You, Asmodeus, and Mammon all let out sighs of relief, thinking you all were spared from Lucifer’s wrath. But it seems you spoke too soon.

“Mammon, would it be fair of me to guess that the several hundred bucks missing from my account was a cause of your little “trip”?” Mammon turned white as a sheet at that. Lucifer grabbed him by the back of his jacket collar and pulled him foreword, dragging him along as he walked down the hallway. “Beelzebub is cooking dinner tonight, you all may have some time on your hands but use it wisely.” He dismissed the three of you, leaving all but Viveka holding back from pissing their pants-

“Hmph. Well, I shall go check in my precious Yew. Y/N dear, I do hope you’ll pay them a visit. Rabbits are fickle creatures after all, I doubt you’d want him to give you the cold shoulder.” Viveka said, but you couldn’t tell if it was a thinly veiled threat or if she was teasing you. She walked inside with the bags she was given, keeping her posture straight as she did so.

“What a woman, eh?” Asmo teased, resting his head in the crook of your neck and wrapping his arms around you. You brushed him off. “Asmo, come on let’s get going before Lucifer decides to add us to his living piñata collection.”

The horn-dog of a demon didn’t seem to mind your disinterest, but he understood consent so he let go and stepped back. “Aaanyways! I’m gonna go experiment with some new eye shadow pallets I ordered. If you need me, well, you always know where to find me!”

He strutted like a peacock trying to flaunt its feathers as he went upstairs. He was definitely planning something, but you knew him well enough to know it wouldn’t be physically harmful. Asmo would experiment with his make up every time he brought someone home, always dressing to impress every crowd. But to impress Viveka just seemed like the biggest challenge he’s faced yet.

‘I’ll pray for his survival when he actually makes a move.’ You mentally sighed like the tired and fed up protagonist that you are. You needed a nap, there was so much you had to think about and consider, then you’d have to watch and wait to see what exactly the brothers were planning before talking so you don’t make random accusations off the bat. You weren’t a idiot, even a blind old man could sense something was up and fortunately for you; a good chunk of the brothers were horrible liars.

No time to play Sherlock though, you climbed the stairs to go to your room. With every step closer that you took, the air grew more frigid and intense. Fuck, you forgot your room was close to Viveka’s. Goodbye warm and toasty air temperature.

‘Finally, I can rest. If one more person forces me to get out of bed today before dinner I’m going to absolutely lose it.’ You thought, snuggling against your pillow as your eyelids grew heavy. You were exhausted by the craziness thats been tailing you all day, the battery in your brain had been left uncharged for too long. It would be a shame if you were woken up.

……you were woken up by a knock at the door.

You cursed under your breath, regretting the day you ever learned how to talk, but got up to answer the door. Satan was there, holding a couple of books in his arms.

“Sorry if you’re tired, but I wanted to return the books you let me read earlier on, but by then you were gone. I just wanted to get that done before I forgot.” He explained, passing them on to you.

You take them in your arms, but smile and sigh with the weight lifted off of your shoulders. No Levi complaining about Mammon taking his money, no interrogations by Beel to find out if you ate his fruit snacks, nothing except Satan returning some of your books. “Thanks Satan, glad to know they didn’t get lost under the other books you keep. I still don’t know how you’re capable of walking through your room…nor where you sleep. What I’m trying to say is that your books cover everything.”

“I understand what you mean.” He nodded with a small grin. “These were quite the fascinating read, despite the fact it’s for a younger audience. I want to ask, how is it that you-“

Before he could inquire further, Viveka poked her head out of her room. “What in the name of the bloody warlords are you talking about in the hallway of all places?”

Oh riiiiight, her room was next to yours. Fuck. You moved inside to set the books down, then returned right back. “Sorry, Satan and I were talking about some story books I read a lot when I was younger. Wings of Fire, Whatever After, you know, the usual stuff that had an actual decent plot line.”

Her interest must have been piqued, for Viveka stepped into the hallway with Yew in her arms. “I sense a trend in these stories. You’re a fan of fantasy, yes?” She nodded in approval. “Good choices. Fantasy for mortals is history for higher deities.”

Okay you’re going to pray that it doesn’t mean the warrior cats series isn’t actual godly history because if that shit show of a wild cat nature documentary was actually fucking history for the gods you would much rather shoot yourself and be done with it.

Satan seems intrigued as well. “Really? Those silly tales to entertain children are basically history for you?”

Viveka nods. “How do you think I was born? There’s many religions in the world, and many that are created through either stories or cults. The first gods were born from titans, but gods such as my family and I were born from thoughts. Maybe stories are derived from ancient tales of gods, or created gods to teach mortals lessons in life about pride, among other sins.”

She tapped herself on the head as she talked about her family and her. It was sort of fascinating, like a “chicken and the egg” type of cycle. Gods made humans, the human also made gods. But those gods also created so much more, they made the brothers who you live with, the family you’ve been accepted into, the realm you’re in! It’s something weirdly exciting to think of, like how a child figures out how it’s toy works.

“Still, those stories that _____ have shared with me couldn’t be important history points, they were just frivolous tales to keep simple minded children entertained.” Satan argued, although not aggressively (we all know that wouldn’t have turned out okay.)

Aaaand cue the jab to the heart you took from that passive aggressive insult. Thank you Satan.

Viveka raised a brow at this comment. “Simple minded children have dreamed bigger then most demonologists, they create worlds based on the things they love and find pleasurable. All you have created is a disorganized graveyard of trees in your bedroom.”

Even Yew seemed upset at Satan for his comment, sneezing his way and then immediately turning away. That wouldn’t have passed 2-3 years earlier, but it’s a rabbit what are you gonna do, tax ‘em?

Viveka grasps your hand and drags you away, having enough with the demon already. ‘Fucking hell, she was making progress too!’ You thought, letting the goddess drag you to another area of the manor.

“Tell me, what food is satisfactory here?” She asked suddenly, stopping when you’ve reached the front of the manor. “I’ve read menus of items with ingredients such as zebra brains, iguana scales, bird eyes, and it sounds fit for demons. Alas, I’m afraid it is an….acquired taste for me. Surely there’s something lightly filling that would make adjusting to demon food bearable.”

Okay Viveka has GOT to be careful if she ever downloads Twitter, her pride here is showing and she WILL get canceled online at this rate.

“I mean, there’s Madam Scream’s bakery, but it’s not exactly dinner worthy fo-“

“I’ll take it.”

Wow she made that decision fast. Either she was desperate for decent sounding food or she was just willing to go with the first option a human would provide her (since a human would have similar tastes to gods.)

“Uhh, sure. Let’s walk there though, I don’t think Lucifer would like us taking the car out again.” You scratched at your arm sheepishly. Dealing with an angry Lucifer because you wanted to let Viveka indulge her sweet tooth didn’t sound quite worth it.

She was understanding though, curtly nodding and holding her head up high as the two of you walked through and then out of the manor.

The walk started off silent, Viveka seemed content with the silence, but it still felt suffocating for you. There weren’t a lot of opportunities to strike up communication, and you had a gut feeling that awkward small talk would only serve to annoy her. Viveka was so stiff, yet courteous towards others (unless it’s Satan apparently), that she struck you as the “no nonsense” type of woman. Except that was taken up 20 notches then it should have been left at. The point is that if it isn’t important or interesting to her she doesn’t care, and pestering her with trivial topics would only anger her.

So yeah that’s a heavy weight on your shoulders.

The piercing eyes of the demons around the city never once snuck past your senses. They didn’t even try to hide it, their heads practically did a whole 180. You almost wished you weren’t there, their eyes drawn to you and Viveka like moths to a flame. Your godly partner didn’t seem to mind, but then again fame and gobsmacked faces must be part of the package deal of being a god.

‘How am I supposed to help teach her to be less….I don’t know, cold? To be more understanding? The brothers aren’t as two dimensional as she makes them out to be, so how will I get that message across?’ you thought, the gears of concentration turning in your brain as you tried to formulate a strategy.

“Is that the establishment you mentioned?” Viveka asked, pointing to a cozy, yet luxurious building. You were about to ask how she knew, but the giant sign that said “Madame Scream’s Bakery” was a dead giveaway. “Yep, time flies I guess.” You confirmed, leading her inside.

The interior of the bakery was always breathtaking no matter how many times you’ve visited. Dark maroon walls with black detailing on the wallpapers, with various still life paintings of all shapes and sized decorating the walls in golden frames. The lighting was simple yet divine, a sparkling chandelier in the center that not only brought light but little sparkling patches that were spread across the room. At the counter there was a display of the various pastries to choose from, some looking delectable and some….questionable, at worst. It was still demon food after all, there was bound to be a twist or two to these delicacies.

“This Madame Scream must hold herself in high regard.” Viveka mused, slowly scanning the area over. You weren’t sure how to tell her that it was an aesthetic choice and that Madame Scream’s was a franchise, and also that they didn’t allow pets inside so Yew would have to be strategically hidden or go entirely. Yeah no, you’re too tired to do all of that, whatever helped her sleep at night.

“(Name)? Don’t tell me Beel sent you on a fetch quest.” Oh god damn if you knew that condescending but smooth voice. Lucifer was here, in fact it looked like he just finished paying for his order, a box of macaroons in his arms that was carefully tied up in a golden ribbon.

“These brothers are everywhere we go.” Viveka whispered, eying Lucifer suspiciously. “Don’t worry, you get used to it.” You shrugged, waving casually. “Sorry Lucifer, I wanted to show Viveka around and give her a taste of the Devildom’s cuisine.”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes slightly. “And you didn’t do that on your shopping trip because?” In response you gave him a deadpan expression. “Lucifer you and I both know that mall food sucks ass.” He knew you had a point, the grease in mall food always seemed to be oozing out like a wet sponge. So while he couldn’t complain or scold you, he still let out s sigh.

“You don’t have to worry about that, I bought plenty of macaroons for us.” Well that’s fucking sweet, you got to save your cash for another day! Hooray for Lucifer (don’t tell the church that I wrote that)!

“Nonetheless it was a quaint stroll on the way here.” Viveka chirped up, and while you didn’t say it vocally you did have to disagree. You haven’t been watched that intensely on a walk since you first went through puberty.

Lucifer nodded with what she said. “The Devildom does have wonderful architecture, much of the inspiration was taken from a variety of human world cultures…..and Levi’s comics.” He added the last part in a huff, and you had to agree. When Leviathan was inspired by some kind of anime he watched or comic he read, there was no way to get him to shut up or convince him otherwise.

“I did my best to mediate those meetings, but Levi’s favorite strategy has always been to talk louder then everyone else, as if that would help his argument.” You groaned, rubbing your forehead as if he was here with you, screaming in your ear about building the next latest hotel after the hotel models in some sort of oddly-specific anime he was checking out.

Lucifer, either deciding now was the time to be the big brother™️ and stand up for his younger brother, or thinking you had no room to talk just like your parents would, decided to interject. “Your attempts at mediating have always been mediocre at best. You and I both know the few who listen to you are that yapping Chihuahua and Mammon on occasion. When you don’t have anything to add, I question your presence at student council meetings repeatedly.”

Lucifer was a fool to say that in front of Viveka. The temperature dropped immensely, her hair swirling in the newly brought wind like whips lashing forwards. Even Yew seemed to glare at Lucifer menacingly, once again reminding you to never trust a bunny.

“If it were up to me I would have stitched your lips shut if you and your insolent brothers couldn’t discuss anything of importance at scheduled meetings.” She spat, her eyes locked onto Lucifer the same way your eyes locked on a cockroach you were planning to stomp on. “This mortal’s choice of a more pacifist route may be too kind for your brothers, perhaps if I were in charge of the meeting mediations you’d appreciate their mercy more.”

Lucifer wasn’t used to being talked back to, unless it was Satan, Belphie, or Mammon. Those three made it their mission to anger or bypass him, and stooped low to get their way and drive him further up a wall. But Viveka didn’t recognize his authority-or refused to recognize it at all, and had the metaphorical balls to stand up to him for a human. For a moment, Lucifer was reminded of his place in the entity food chain. But in the next he found himself at a loss for words at the absolute audacity of this bitch.

Viveka was smart enough to know that leaving now would forever cement this as a bad bitch moment, and you weren’t about to be left behind with an angry and embarrassed Lucifer. To say you ran after her was an understatement, you were chasing her down as she sped walked away in her heels. Heels! She was speed walking in heels and yet she outpaced you! This is why we don’t walk the mile in gym kids.

As the stars began to reveal themselves in the sky above, and the moon began to rise, the first day of what was going to be the longest fucking school year of your life came to an end.

#I’m tagging this later it’s 1 AM for me aaa-