#this feels as if all it'd take would be a tad more details and it could work as a proper fic chapter

[typinggently]

White Knight

Annie January (Starlight)/John (Homelander) Warning: Homelander. The #Homelight situation and its implied dubious consent.

“Now that you’ve spoken out about your view on sex before marriage – do you have something to share regarding your relationship with Homelander?” Annie stares at the reporter’s lipstick-gleaming smile, a hot-pink contrast to bleached teeth and tan skin. “Our readers are dying to know – does he really land it home?” Blood rushes in her ears.

The flash of a camera reminds her to un-freeze her smile, but her stomach is in tight knots, her fist balled and hidden in the folds of her skirt. “I –“

“Excuse me, what was that?”

Her head snaps up, away from the woman and to him, right there, next to her, using that tone of voice in public. “What did you just say to Starlight here?” He’s smiling, the all-teeth smile, and his voice is light enough to make Annie dig her nails into her palms.

The reporter doesn’t pick up on that note in his voice, has no reason to. She turns her attention towards him, the same lipstick-smile now gleaming in the direction of what’s essentially a loaded gun. “Our readers are wondering about the depth of your relationship.”

“And what makes you think –“ Annie feels frozen stiff, staring his bright smile, those wolf-gleaming eyes. “What makes you think that that’s an appropriate question to ask?”

“The public can’t help but wonder –“

“No.” He shakes his head, one hand going up to stop her, flat of his red palm raised. “No, no, no. In fact –“ Raises his voice, all-American-authority that makes Annie sick to her stomach. “Everybody, listen. Stop the—No flash. I want you to listen.”

The cameras stop flashing, the reporters raise their microphones. The mass of bodies presses in, claustrophobic and unaware of its own vulnerability.

“I will not tolerate that kind of behaviour. You understand?” And his voice tips, gets cutting in a way it shouldn’t, can’t be in public. “There will be no more rude, invasive questions aimed at Starlight. In fact, there will be no more questions of any—“ Louder, colder, and she can’t let that happen. There’s not enough distance between them for her to properly use her powers and there are way too many people way too close for her to even consider that, but she has to do something.

She presses in, puts a hand on his chest. “Let’s go home.”

His head whips around and he stares, ripped from his speech. There’s a fraction of a second where his expression is empty, unreadable, and she tenses up, prepares. But his eyes widen, then his eyebrows go down, he tilts his head, his mouth opens, closes, a flicker in his lashes, a series of almost-expressions rattling by too fast for her to make sense of. Without warning, he leans in, folds himself around her, his arm going around her shoulder and his left hand to her hip. “Right, yes. Let’s go home.” His voice is a little lost, light, as if he’s just as surprised as she is to hear the words coming from his mouth, and she has just enough time to feel his grip tighten around her before they’re shooting up past the gleaming skyscrapers.

When she opens her eyes, the city glitters underneath them and the air tastes of ozone. It’s cool, the wind whips around them. His grip on her waist is tight enough to bruise and her fingers are clawed into his shoulders. “Hey, could you –“

“Yes, right. Sorry.” Absent-mindedly, he adjusts his grip, hoists her up a bit to slip his arm under her knees. It’s so quick and so gentle that there’s no doubt in her mind that it’s a routine move, that he hardly even knows what he’s doing. “Can you believe that?”

She’s resting against his chest, the leather of his glove on her bare thigh. The knot in her stomach pulses sickeningly. “That journalists ask indecent questions? Yes.”

He shakes his head, gaze lost in the depths of the sky around them. “Unbelievable. I should’ve punched my fist through her skull. Should’ve covered the asphalt in her boiling brain matter.”

Annie’s heart pounds in her chest. “Well,” she finally says, light and dry, “I’m glad you didn’t.”

He snorts at that. “Yeah, right. You know, you should be thanking me for this. They never asked Maeve those questions before she outed herself as a sexual deviant. And calm your horses, Jesus. I can hear your heartbeat from here.” At that last part, he tilts his head to look down at her, all smiles and electric blue eyes. “I didn’t save you from those vultures only to drop you to your death now, Sunshine.”

No, she almost says. She’s not afraid. She’s angry. She’s furious and disgusted and hateful. Except – She bites her tongue, hard, and kills that thought in the root. “I’d like to get home, then.”

His smile freezes. “But of course.” His voice is cutting again, haughty. “Hold on tight.”

She swallows, redistributes her weight to rest more securely against his chest. The angle is awkward, she presses her knees together and clenches her fists in her skirt.

“I said,” pressed through those porcelain-gleaming teeth. “Hold on tight, Darling. This might be a little uncomfortable otherwise.”

She exhales through her nose and puts her hand on his shoulder, turns her face into his chest. Shoulders drawn up, she closes her eyes and presses closer, pushes herself tightly against him. Then, everything is a rush of wind and ozone. It barely takes a second, but it feels like she presses her forehead into his warm-hard chest for ages, stomach in knots and heartbeat hammering, the leather of his glove skin-warm against her thigh.

Then, suddenly, he halts, abruptly enough that his cape whips around them. It contrasts with how gentle he lands on her balcony, boots barely clicking on marble.

Relief floods her, sudden and violently. She straightens a little, uses her hand on his shoulder to try and pull herself up so she can climb out of his arms, but his grip on her tightens. She blinks, turns her head to look at him.  

He meets her eye, gold and tan and ice-blue. When he speaks up, his voice is gentle and quiet, a secret. “You know, you could thank me. I mean, I did save you back there.”

At first, she’s frozen in place, staring up at him. From what?, she almost asks. From the innocent civilians doing their jobs? From a situation you put me in yourself? Anger rises in her throat, her pulse hammers against her throat.

She tries to think of Alex, of Hughie. Of the reporter with her lipstick-sticky smile. Her stomach is in knots.

She looks up into his eyes. Under her palm, she can feel the warmth of his chest. “Thank you.”

#this feels as if all it'd take would be a tad more details and it could work as a proper fic chapter #[homelander voice] hashtag homelight! #the boys s3 #drabble #starlander #in fact - it could easily be ch3 of the hoodie verse I'm working on #I even gave it an alternative ending for that exact reason #but for now it's a little standalone drabble <3 #She was so scared in the business lunch one but I feel like there's much more to her #but also! I think once she'd get ANGRY at him she'd be on that slippery slope you know? watch out girlie!!! don't think about that chest! #ALSO!!!!! important question: what do YOU think was going on in his head here?! #because it could be simple jealousy over the fact that he’s not landing it home :| it could also be pure annoyance & stress. it could be — #a GENUINE interest in her - he keeps picking up that she’s uneasy after all. but maybe it’s just wounded pride. his weird morals. etc. #super fascinating to me to think about. I’m writing something from his pov rn and he’s soooo fun AH!!!! #love my little man.

[merbear25]

Think Outside the Box

Sanji, Zoro, Law

You've invited your s/o on the annual family vacation. Your parents are strongly against you two sleeping in the same bed, leading you to more creative ideas.

CW: gn!reader is college age! family is implied to be religious (against pre-marital sex). Mentions of sex but no specific details. NSFW. MDNI!

Sanji: Kitchen. I can't imagine it'd take much to convince him to sneak around, and it's no surprise that this would be the first place for him to familiarize himself with. He'd be able to find the perfect angles to keep you hidden from any stray looks. Not one to go all out given the circumstances, he'd prefer to be slow and gentle with you. If you're overly sensitive to his touch, he'd be ready to muffle your choked cries with a tender, yet passionate kiss.

Total Risk: Low to Medium. Despite how risky you two would be, you would be able to get away with it. Quickies would be your go to during the vaction.

Zoro: Living room. He would take some convincing ― deliberately disrespecting your parents' request wouldn't sit well with him. However, once everyone else was sound asleep, leaving the both of you alone, you decided to push your luck. Cuddling up to him when certain scenes came on in the movie was making it hard for him to ignore you. Once he's good and ready, he's got you bent in half and pummeling you into the corner of the couch.

Total Risk: High. Neither of you are aware of how loud you're being and wake someone up. You just might be able to lie your way out of it, though. Maybe...

Law: Bathroom/Shower. He's another one that would need some convincing ― getting caught would be traumatizing. You assure him that the sound of the shower would mask any noises. Taking a late night shower wouldn't be out of the norm, so you take full advantage of the solitude. You were right about the sound of the water, though. He'd gain a tad more confidence knowing this and would feel less of a need to hold back. If you start being too vocal, he'd cover your mouth with his hand and hold you closer.

Total Risk: Very Low. The water drowns out any slapping noises, and Law's able to keep you quiet. You get away with it scot-free.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece smut #one piece x you #x reader #zoro rorona #rorona zoro #trafalgar law #law x reader #zoro x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x you #sanji x reader #zoro x you #law x you

[pinkkittysaw]

WHAT GOOD IS A SWORD THAT NEVER GETS BLOODY?

pairing: clive rosfield x plus sized f!reader

summary: clive helps you relieve your cramps in the best way possible

word count: 3.6k

content: NSFW (minors + ageless blogs DNI you will be BLOCKED!) established relationship, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it) period sex, blood kink, breast/nipple play, finger sucking, spit, praise, dirty talk, petnames (love, darling, sweetheart, etc.), clive is hairy and uncut

a/n: i wrote this entire thing with my pussy and i will never regret it!!!!!!!!!!! written during a time when i was achy and in pain. this is uhm, very self indulgent DJDJDJDJDJ.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

You’re on your side, curled in the fetal position, groaning in pain, when Clive comes into the room. Immediately, he’s by your side, caressing your arm gently. "What’s wrong, sweetheart?" he asks, concerned. ‘"Cramps" is all you can mutter in response. "Ah,"

Clive wasn’t used to dealing with periods. Before the two of you started dating, he hadn’t had much experience with them. Sure, Jill was around frequently enough when they were children, but she was never keen on sharing those intimate details of her life with him. 

His soothing ministrations on your arm continue as he asks, "Would you like me to run a hot bath for you, love?" "The water should help ease the aches and pains. I can even give you a massage if you’d like." 

"That sounds like heaven," you beam.

He plants a kiss on your temple and says, "I’ll get started on it right away and fetch you when it’s ready." Clive leaves for the bathroom and begins filling the tub with hot water, returning a short while later.

"The bath is all set up for you, darling. Come on, I’ll help you up." He brings you to your feet, and the two of you walk to the bathroom.

The warm scent of vanilla fills your nostrils as you step into the room, your eyes fixed on the steaming, bubbly water. "It smells lovely in here, Clive," you comment.

"I'm glad you like it." "One of the vendors sold me this scented oil while I was out. She said it was good for muscle tension."

"Oh, I'm sure she did," you mumble under your breath. You knew the vendor that he spoke of and her "desire" to "help relieve his tension." On more than one occasion, she made a point to flirt with him in your presence, despite knowing you and him were together. Clive, being who he is, is none the wiser. Always the gentlemen, you suppose. 

You're pulled out of your thoughts as he continues, "Plus, you're always lighting those vanilla candles around the place, so I figured you'd like the smell."

You smile in response to the sweet gesture. "Thank you, Clive," you murmur before kissing his cheek.

"Of course, now let's get you settled before the water gets cold, hm?"

He helps you undress and carefully places the garments aside. Taking his hand, you're guided into the hot water. As you sink into the tub, you're met with instant relief.

"You feel alright?" he asks. 

You nod in response, "Most definitely."

"Good," he bends down to kiss the crown of your head and is quick to follow you into the bath. Soon after ridding himself of his clothes, he takes his place behind you in the water. It's a tad cramped inside due to his huge stature, but you enjoy the skin-to-skin contact nonetheless.

"Would you still like that massage, or have your cramps subsided?" He caresses your hip under the water, rubbing small circles with his thumb. You turn around to face him and deliver your best puppy-dog eyes and signature pout. "Massage please?"

"Alright," he chuckles, leaning over the edge of the tub, grabbing a large vial off the floor. You can't help but roll your eyes at the sight. "Is that another one of your gifts from the vendor?"

"Yes, it is darling," he pauses to unscrew the lid. "I was told this was good for the skin, and I thought it'd make a good lubricant for the massage."

"Clive," you whine. "You know she only gives you free stuff because she's into you."

"Is she?" he smirks. "I haven't noticed."

You sulk at his words.

He puts the vial back down on the ground and grips your chin lightly, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Come now, darling, don't pout. You're the only woman for me," he places a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose, then cocks an eyebrow. "Now, do you want to keep talking about the vendor or would you like me to give you that massage?" 

"Massage," you grumble, turning your back to him.

His laugh is hearty, and the sound reverberates throughout the bathroom. "Sweetheart, I only visit her to get supplies for you," He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your torso. "She's the only person in the hideout that sells the type of stuff you like." He trails kisses down your neck. "I promise I don't have eyes for the woman who sells us our toiletries."

You burst into a fit of giggles, with Clive's facial hair tickling your skin. "Alright, Alright. I believe you."

A few moments pass before you sheepishly ask, "Will you still give me that massage?" He presses one final kiss on your neck, smiling into your skin, before responding, "Of course, darling."

He reaches for the oil once more, pouring some into his hand before lathering the slippery substance between his fingers. "Can you lean forward for me? I can't reach your back at this angle." You nod as you maneuver your body forward a bit, resting on the edge of the tub.

"I’m going to touch you now, alright?"

Clive is gentle as he slides his oil-slick hands down the sides of your plush body, trailing them from your shoulders to your lower back. The light sheen of sweat and steam from the water helps his hands glide along. When he reaches your hips, he presses hard circles into your back with his thumbs, causing you to groan. He smirks to himself and continues putting pressure on the area until he decides to slide his hands back up your spine. He begins to massage your shoulders as well, his strong and calloused hands expertly working out the knots from pent-up stress. Clive continues to knead any tension built up in your aching body, moving down your neck, shoulders, and back.

"Oh yes," you gasp.

"Clive, you're so good."

He clears his throat. Smooth hands skim down your sides once more, softly grazing your breasts. His nails gently rake down your back, causing you to shudder.

"Clive," you whine, "you’re gonna get me all excited."

"That's the point, love, to make you feel good." He stops all movement of his hands, pulling you close to him once more. It’s at this moment that you feel something prod at your lower back.

"Clive-" you jerk forward, a bit surprised at his sudden arousal.

"Can you blame me, darling?" He murmurs into your ear.

"With all the sweet sounds you were making and the way you were saying my name," you feel his facial hair brush against your skin once more; it's prickly as he plants additional kisses onto your neck and shoulder.

"You know, Cid told me of another way to help alleviate cramps."

"Oh yeah?" You smirk, "And what’d he tell you?"

"I think it’s best to show instead of tell, my love."

"But first-" he heaves as he gets out of the tub, "let’s get you dried off." As the contents of the bath drain, Clive helps you to your feet. He grabs a few towels before saying, "I'm going to get everything ready."

"You stay here and dry yourself off, alright?" He gently cups your face with one hand before planting a sweet kiss on your forehead that gives you a warm feeling in your tummy.

You whistle at him as he turns to leave the room, admiring the sway of his hips and ass while he walks. A soft chuckle is heard as the door swings closed behind him. 

You pat yourself dry with the towel to the best of your ability before stepping out to your shared bedroom. It's then that you see Clive perched on two towels that he laid upon your bed, legs spread wide while he strokes himself. His foreskin glides along his ruddy tip while he pleasures himself.

"I'm sorry, love."

"You got me all excited; I just couldn't help myself." He pants, pulling his lower lip between his teeth as he begins to work his cock even faster at the sight of you.

You're unsure of how, in all of Valisthea, Clive didn't find himself attractive. Everything about him was beautiful in your eyes—the scar that adorns his left cheek, the tinge of pink on his face when he's aroused, the flex of his biceps as he jerks himself off, his broad chest speckled with dark body hair, getting denser as it flows down his abdomen, culminating into a furry happy trail before diverging off again to his somewhat unruly pubes and pretty erect cock. The sight of him, especially when he's vulnerable like this, makes you drool.

You're snapped out of your thoughts as his voice picks up. "Enjoying the view?" he smirks. The look on his face comes across as a challenge, taunting as he eases his grip on his cock, letting you see the consequence of his arousal. His cock is wet and leaky as his pace slows, soft moans escaping his lips.

"Fuck," you murmur, biting your lip at the display. You saunter over to where he sits on the bed. "I always enjoy you, Clive."

A soft smile adorns his face as he pats the spot in front of him, "Come sit, darling, let me make you feel good."

All of a sudden, you're hit with a bout of hesitation. "Are you sure you want to do this?" you ask. "You won't think it's gross?" A small frown flashes across his features as he stills the movement on his weeping cock. He turns to face where you stand on the side of the bed, caressing your plush hip with his opposite hand. "Sweetheart, what good is a sword that never gets bloody, hm?" You’re about to protest when he cuts you off. "Before you start, I am aware of how cliché that sounded, but that doesn't mean I'm any less sincere. I love you. I care about you and your pleasure." He pauses to gauge your reaction, and seeing that you're still apprehensive, he continues. "I hate to see you in this type of pain. If this," he gestures between the two of you, "isn’t something you want, then we don’t have to go through with it, but rest assured, I’ve been fighting in battle for a long time. Some blood isn’t going to bother me, love. Especially not if it’s from you." His tough hand gives your hip a reassuring squeeze. 

You ponder what he says for a moment before giving a tentative "Okay..."

"Yeah?" The pitch of his voice increases. "You want me to make you feel good?" He nuzzles his cheek against the soft skin of your stomach, his facial hair scratching against you.

"Mhm." You nod, carding your fingers through his shaggy hair. He pats the empty spot on the towel. "Good, now come sit, darling." You crawl onto the bed and sit in between his legs, your back facing him. You scoot backward until you're met with the familiar feeling of his cock against you.

"Can I touch you, sweetheart?" He asks.  A soft "yes" is mumbled out in response. Clive's hands descend on your body once more, grazing his nails on the sides of your plush form. The sensation leaves goosebumps in their wake, followed by a small shiver. He gives an airy chuckle, then makes his presence known on the sensitive skin on your neck, leaving soft kisses on it before gently suckling on the skin.

"Clive-" you moan.

"Lean against me, love. I want to try something."

Following Clive's command, you rest against him, the soft hairs from his chest tickling your back.

"Spread your legs a bit, darling."

You spread your legs, albeit bashfully, and expose your warm heat to the cool air as Clive continues to litter your neck with kisses.

"Feeling alright so far?"

"Uh-huh."

"Good," he plants one final kiss on your neck before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing the vial of oil once more. After rubbing some into his hands, he skims the sides of your full figure, reaching up toward your tits.

"Is this okay?" He asks.

"Yes, Clive- please," you start to fidget in his hold.

"Okay, okay," he amusedly chuckles once more. Slowly but surely, he begins to fondle your tender breasts, massaging them with his warm, calloused hands and getting them slick with oil.

"Fuck," you moan, digging your nails into the meat of his hairy thighs.

"Yeah?"  He goads, nuzzling his face into your neck and biting the skin playfully. Agile fingers work toward your pebbled nipples, rolling them gently between his thumb and index finger. He continues squeezing the soft flesh; though your breasts are achy and sore, his touch feels so good at the same time.

"Can you lift your hips a bit for me?"

You do as he asks, gripping Clive's thick thighs to steady you. You lift your hips a few inches off the towel, allowing your back to fully rest against Clive's chest.

"That's a good girl," he murmurs into your ear.

A whine escapes you, and though you can't see his face, he smirks at the sound. Reaching toward his hard cock, he guides it to your wet slit and effectively starts rutting against it. The head catches on your puffy, neglected clit with every pass.

"Founder, oh fuck," your breath hitches, and you start rolling your hips in time with his languid thrusts against you, relishing in every bit of pleasure he lets you take from him.

Clive grunts "You’re so wet for me already, love." His cock is coated in a mixture of your blood and arousal.

He speaks against your neck, "Did a little heavy petting really get you this excited? Hm?"

Heat rushes to your face at his words, and a batch of warmth starts to grow in the pit of your belly. You can't find it in you to speak for fear of being unable to produce anything but pants and moans, so you nod aimlessly instead. He gives a soft exhale that sounds a lot like the beginnings of a laugh, clearly enjoying watching your head bobble up and down.

His efforts on your breasts don’t waver, choosing to juggle one in his hand while continuing his massage of the tissue.

"Please, Clive," you pant. "I need you so bad, need your cock, need you inside."

The rhythm of his hips slows. "A bit impatient today, aren't we, love?" He grins. "I need to make sure you’re prepped, that you’re good and ready to take me."

"Please, I wanna feel you so bad." Your whines increase in frequency. "I’m fine, I promise."

"Alright, darling, lay on your side; I’ll take care of you." You roll over onto your left side, supporting yourself on your elbow.

Clive gives a few quick pumps to his cock before lifting your right thigh and pushing it toward your chest. You notice some smeared, stray blood where he's gripping the meaty flesh of your leg.

"Clive, your hand—" you begin to speak. He looks down at his fingers, stained lightly with red. He nuzzles his face in your neck, his soothing words quell your worries. "I know, it’s alright. Just relax, okay?" He pauses. "We can clean up afterward. Right now, I just want to help you feel better." You don't know why, but the sight of both of you covered in your own blood arouses you. A thought to unpack for another day, you suppose.

He guides the tip of his cock to your entrance. "I’ll be as gentle as you need me to be; we’ll go at your pace, okay?" You nod in response.

With that, a squelch can be heard as he slowly pushes himself inside you, both of you groaning at the sensation of him filling you up. He stills his movements, giving you time to adjust to his size. "Just let me know when you want me to start moving, darling." He worms the arm not holding your thigh under and around your torso, pulling you right against his chest. His lips find their way to your shoulder, placing gentle kisses on your warm skin.

A few more minutes pass before you speak up, "You can start moving, Clive." You’re so full; his thick, heavy cock stretches you to the brim. He pulls out slowly, leaving only the tip inside you. Every heavenly inch of his cock drags along your walls.

"Fuck." You clench down on him, and he groans in return.

"So good," he exhales. "Your pussy’s so good for me." His thrust back into your heat is slow as you moan in unison again. "She's kind of greedy, though, isn't she? Sucking me in like she doesn't want me to leave," he teases, speaking right into your ear. You can’t help the wanton moan that escapes you as you rest your head against his shoulder.

"That’s it, Just focus on feeling good." He pulls out to the tip once more. "I’ll take care of everything else." His kisses on your shoulder resume as he maneuvers the hand holding your torso to grope at your tender breast.

"Eikons," you whine.

His pace picks up ever so slightly, but it keeps its gentleness, not wanting to hurt you. His hand alternates from fondling your breast to grasping at other parts of your supple flesh, pulling you as close to him as he can, as if he wants to live in your skin.

"I love your sweet cunt so much, baby," he groans. "So soft and warm, she always makes me feel so good." All that can be heard from you is soft mewls and pleas from the continued pleasure. The effect of his words on you is almost too much to bear. Almost.

"I love getting to take care of you like this, making you feel good."

You take the arm that’s wrapped around you and bring his fingers to your lips, kissing the tips of each one before sinking the middle and ring fingers into your mouth, sucking on them softly.

"You’re gonna kill me, love."

You drag your tongue along the slit of his two fingers, forcing them to part at the base, licking the space in between as you keep sucking. Clive groans at the sensation. "Fuck, sweetheart," he mumbles, pressing his digits down on your tongue, causing you to gag slightly. Your eyes brim with ears as he reaches further into your throat. "I'm not going to last if you keep this up, and we can’t have that now, can we?" Saliva dribbles down his fingers and onto the rest of his hand as he pulls his digits from between your lips. His slightly pruned, spit-soaked fingers move from your mouth to your neglected clit, rubbing it in soft slippery circles. 

He readjusts his grip on your thigh; the blood from his fingers and beads of sweat from your leg cause him to slip. He pushes your thigh even further toward your chest allowing him to reach even deeper into your sensitive cunt. The stretch of your leg muscle causes you to whimper.

His pace increases even more but never becomes rough. Damp coarse hairs from his navel rub against you as his balls give a soft "tap tap tap" to your ass. An even more prominent wet squelching sound mixes in with yours and Clive's moans. The volume and frequency increase as he continues to make sweet love to your sopping pussy.

"You hear that, darling?" he smirks. "You hear the sound of your sweet cunt?" he heaves, panting as he thrusts into you faster and faster. "I think she's enjoying this."

You're reduced to a mess of whimpers and pleas, unable to form proper sentences as you beg him to give you that sweet release. "Please, Clive, please, please, please. Wanna cum."

"I’ve got you, sweetheart. Cum on my cock, make yourself feel good."

With the last of your strength, you turn to meet his eyes as you mumble, "K-kiss?" Your emotions are running wild, and the smile that Clive gives you in return almost brings you to tears. "Of course." He leans down, and you meet him in a sweet, sloppy kiss. "Come on, baby," he says as his fingers hasten the circles on your clit. You moan into his mouth as you cum, and he continues to kiss you through it, letting you ride your high.

Clive’s thrusts begin to get uneven and sloppy at the feeling of your release. The hand that was on your clit now finds purchase on your soft tummy, enjoying the soft, squishy feeling underneath his fingertips. "I love you so much, sweetheart, so much." His hand squeezes at the soft flesh of your belly as he hunches into you, leaning in for one more kiss before pulling out. He fists his cock eagerly to climax, the sight of his cock being covered in your blood arouses him to no end. "Fucking-" he groans while he cums, his warm seed coming out in spurts while it drips down your ass and thighs. "Fuck," he gasps.

It takes him a few minutes to catch his breath, enjoying the feeling of your body as he holds you close.

"Are you feeling any better?" He finally asks.

You turn to face him now, giving another sweet kiss to his lips. "Definitely," you respond.

"Good, I'm glad I could help," he pauses for a moment. "Stay right there." Clive gets up and leaves the room, returning with a warm, wet washcloth. He wipes the leftover blood from your body as well as the smears left on his hands before tending to the cum on your backside.

"Alright, here's my plan," he pulls you into a sitting position. "How about we get washed up for real this time, and I'll make you something warm for your tummy?"

"That sounds lovely, as long as I get to cuddle you too."

He grins as he helps you make your way to the bathroom once more. "Of course, sweetheart."

#clive rosfield x reader #clive rosfield smut #period smut #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy smut #final fantasy xvi x reader #final fantasy xvi smut #final fantasy 16 x reader #final fantasy 16 smut #x reader #smut #chubby reader #chubby x reader #periods cw #✰ミ angel writes

[sunnydayroleplay]

What is your headcanon on what Joseph Cullman was like before he was trying be a better person? Was he doing illegal activities or something bad? What was his day to day like as the old Joseph Cullman? What was the old Joseph Cullman like as a person and wat made Joseph want to be a better person?

Before I continue this head-cannon, yes I am back loves! And for good this time. It's been awhile, I've been super duper busy, but that's not gonna stop me from now on. I'll be posting on the weekends and the occasional Friday! (Or whenever I feel like it during the week) Thanks for the continuous support despite all that!! Now with that said...

Contents Inside: Joseph Cullman, Mentions of Drug/Substance Abuse, Alcohol, Child Abuse, and other sensitive topics.

18- DNI, this is a NSFW post and so is the game it is based off of. This is an 18+ community. It is for your own safety, and you interacting not only jeopardizes that, it jeopardizes mine, and the creators of the games.

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From what we can interpret in the video tapes of his interview, we learn that he was a "rebellious" child in his high-school years. Getting a tattoo, a few for that matter that are rather obviously large. It'd be surprising if his parents didn't notice a thing.

But before we can ask why that is, we have the question of:

Why is Joseph so rebellious and reckless in the first place?

Any good ol' fashioned Southern American family would teach their children some common manners, right? Or despite the undertones of possible racism and homophobia that were very common and still undergoing a "wipe-out" in a time where that would occur, children were still taught to treat their own kind how they'd want to be treated.

Now, I have talked a tad bit about Joseph's childhood and backstory before, which can be found here. (I also already sorta answered half your questions, but I wanted more detail in this post.)

To sum it up, I suspected that Joseph wasn't always this "bad child" that he always seems to hint at. He had good loving parents, a good school life, and plenty of good influences on his young, curious nature. He was nurtured but protected against the world that young children don't need to know about yet. But like an unfortunate amount of marriages, they all lead to disaster. Financial struggles appear. Maybe some ongoing infidelity, addiction. The marriage just got rocky, and the moment the curtains were closed, it was just one argument to the next.

"His parents couldn't afford to have a kid anymore. So they started neglecting him. Putting him up for adoption was a no-go. What would their parents think. Or all their peers the next time they got a job and suddenly everything went alright? They'd be right back to where they once were."

The moment Josephs parents began to neglect and ignore him, Joseph was oh so young, but old enough to comprehend that this is a life or death situation for him. He learned this via abuse. Whether it was his mother belittling and destroying anything that made Joseph chuckle remotely, or his father coming home from work drunk and letting off some steam on him.

"With the constant shitty home life, his school life was affected enormously. His grades went down, and he just got around with the wrong people. He was like any "out of place" child. All he truly wanted was attention and some sort of leverage to lean against. Someone to just listen because he's used to being ignored."

(Read the post, because I now realize I don't know how to summarize)

With that "summarized", we now know what his childhood was most likely. Take this with a grain of salt.

In the "Bad Yogurt" Ending, Jack says “You’ve changed. You’re clean now. You can be whatever you wanna be.” Leading me to believe that Joseph followed after his fathers footsteps. Alcohol and addiction to drugs. In the interview where we learned about how Joseph got his tattoos, which was in his high school years. Because of this I've come up with another headcanon/scenario.

Because Joseph was forced to grow up too fast, and practically raise himself, he's a smart kid. He doesn't believe he is, but he's truly a smart and talented kid. Though papers and his grades say otherwise, Joseph could turn everything around in a minute or two if he chose too. However, due to the gravitational decline on his mental health and home life, he started to underage drink, and get his hands on any drug that was available for him.

One day, Joseph and his 'crew' got invited to a house party. It's late, there's drinks, lights, music, and everything is fired up. After long joyous hours and a couple twenty shots, Joseph is fuuuucked up. Passed out on the couch. You wanna know what people do when they're young and drunk? They do irreversible stupid shit. Joseph got his lovely arm statements by either being so passed out that his friends decided that this would be a perfect canvas to paint on, or he was "consciously" agreeing to this work of art we see on his character sprites.

With a soft opening to the wounds of his childhood and teenage years, how was adulthood like? I doubt it wouldn't be easy, or that he could get away with more things as easier. I feel like Joseph chose to be a better person compared to his old self because of the fact that life would be even more shittier as it continued and that despite saying he wishes he would die, he's just as afraid of death as his 10 year old self. So, if he wanted to live a better life for himself and regain his sensitivity of self again, he had to fix himself up.

To answer your question of "Was he doing illegal activities or something bad?" Your answer is yes, and here's a list.

-As said before, alcoholism starting at age 16.

-Drugs, and at some point did attack people because he couldn't get said fix.

-Would sell himself for money.

-Robbed local stores just to have something in his system for the week minimum.

Joseph knew he had to better himself, and comparing all of this to the interview tapes-- If you didn't know a thing about him beforehand, you would've thought he was a perfect guy.

But we all know that no one is perfect, ain't that right?

#sdj jack #sdj joseph #jacktor #sdj jacktor #sunny day jack #sunny day jack joseph #sdj shaun #rory rainberry #sunny day jack fanart #sunny day jack oc #joseph cullman #sunny day jack shaun #swwsdj joseph #swwsdj #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack fanfic #sunny rambles

[noisyballofvoidmuffin]

I finally started reading Good Omens (NO SPOILERS! I've already spoiled myself enough.) and this is so far (59 pages) one of the best things I've read. It's so clever and fun, and I must have left a dozen "hehe" notes on the sides of my book (in pencil. I only just started writing in books and I would die before I used any sort of ink that could seep into or smudge on the pages.).

What I can't stop thinking about though, is that one woman who named her sons, I think twins?, Crowley and Aziraphale. Because, alright, my opinions may be a tad skewed bc I started being interested bc Tumblr and tiktok have bombarded me with details about these two from the show (Tumblr also some book stuff) that gave me some preconceptions but,,,,

Lady, how did you not notice that this could be interpreted as like, romantic? They have the most 'married couple' vibes on multiple occasions.

Spoilers under the cut! I go on a gush.

They are hilarious.

"Well I'll be damned"/"It's not too bad when you get used to it"

The start of this book, ugh, and yes, I'm back to the book now, this is my book rant and I'll take it to whatever direction my brain wants to, the fucking, the song choice for the Bentley to play!! It's so clever!!

"It wasn't a dark and stormy night. / It should have been, but that's the weather for you. For every mad scientist who's had a convenient thunderstorm just on the night his Great Work is finished and lying on the slab, there have been dozens who've sat around aimlessly under the peaceful stars while Igor clocks overtime."

And later on fucking BOHEMIAN PHAPSODY PLAYS- excellent music choice btw- AND IT'S SO GOOD

They it should've been a stormy night and just the EXACT PASSAGE OF THE SONG TALKING OF THUNDERBOLT AND LIGHTNING PLAYS OUT RIGHT AFTER STAN GETS OFF THE RADIO-

The pacing and detail work is just phenomenal in this book, PHENOMENAL

"For Americans and other aliens" (paraphrasing) had me chuckling out loud. Been identified an alien.

There's at least 3 doodles of snake Crowley I've drawn in the book so far.

Also the bit about this being the most repaired book? I would've died of that was any of my books, grieving, but I admire all of these people so much. The sheer DEDICATION!!

Really hoping I get this book signed at some point, even if I just about die of anxiety and embarrassment if I ever get the chance.

Also, it took me, honestly, way too long to recognize David Tennant played Crowley in the series/ the bits of the series I've been force-fed by tiktok and Tumblr. Not because I'm blind to faces (partially, maybe) but because it took a whole fucking slideshow with both Crowley and The Doctor from doctor who for me to realise it's the same DAMN ACTOR!! LIEK, I KNEW I NO GOOD AT RECOGNIZING ACTORS BETWEEN ROLES IF I HAVEN'T SEEN MULTIPLE THINGS THEY'VE BEEN ON AND REMEMBERED THEM AS THE CHARACTER THEY'VE PLAYED TO THEN MAYBE UPGRADE ONTO KNOWING THEIR NAMES LIKE CHRIS EVANS AND HUGH JACKMAN BUT COME ON! My brother was laughing at me for that. How do people just, recognize others without the set context they were in at the time?

Anyhow. Back to this BRILLIANT BOOK!!!

Crowley is like, so me coded.

Wasn't feeling Crawly, changed it to Crowley. Only man-shaped, not man.

I too, wasn't feeling my og name and changed it slightly while it's still based on the first one, and am only human-shaped.

There's too much going on in my brain and I forget my vessel is a human being at some points, purely because I don't see the vessel as who I am.

Anywho,

I have in fact just noted 'Transphobe' next to the bit where Crowley is handed the Antichrist and has to sign a damn thing like it's a post package and told "Not [Name you literally chose for yourself, A. J. Crowley], your real name." mostly for myself because I'm funny like that, and bc it's my book copy, not because I don't understand the significance of "true names" or whatever. Sigil names, now those are cool. I'd make me one if I didn't feel like it'd be more intricately connected to me and in turn more vulnerable.

This book. This book I swear-

I've had such a hard time reading printed books after so long reading only fanfics online and this? This is perfect. It reads like the most fun fanfic I've ever read.

Like that one dp x DC fic where Danny wanted a grimace shake and it was spilt on the road or sth even if he said it was mediocre.

The brilliance of Crowley's sinventions (hehe) are so good.

I have doodled 👀 over Hastur saying he tempted a priest. Because I somehow didn't expect it.

This is comedy to me. I adore it.

The footnotes too. The one about the added verses where God asks Aziraphale where his sword is 😭 and that literally everyone recognized his handwriting as the one who added them in 😭😭😭😭

This is gold, man. Exactly what I needed to get back into physical reading. My eyes could for sure use a break from my phone.

Also, the little tongue my book has as a built in bookmark? Bring that back. Bring books with that feature back. I love this thing so much. Even my school books had it when I was younger, WHERE IS IT NOW?? HAVING MY OWN BOOKMARK IS ALL FINE AND DANDY BUT THIS IS ELEGANT, AND PRETTY, AND PRACTICAL, COME ON!

End rant uwu <3 I must sleep

#good omens #book good omens #no spoils plz #excerpts #gushing #Such a fun book

[mathcs]

4, 20, 25?

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4. multiple people threads

pretty fun, i've seen those! i think how they can work is the muns take turns replying to the thread in the same order every time minus plotted moments (at least on tumblr)?

there's big fun potential with said threads though, i could be down for something like that if some details are plotted (even if i would probably be slow as usual with them the fear of me slowing down multiple other muns tho oh n o) and whenever i see one in our general vicinity nowadays it's exciting!

20. violent threads

this is interesting! basically i'm a canon typical violence(tm) writer, trying to fit the mood of whatever moment/verse the thread is in! like my "angst has to be meaningful" philosophy ways, any violence would have serve some purpose, even if it's a little purpose, as long as it's not there just for the sake of it.

and now i just remembered how i made jude get shot and ambiguously die in my bad!end drabble DKJFLKJK he hates me just to show how dire things have gotten for him (i guess that means that verse is rated M now. it's a tad darker than x2... and that's ok because he's a badass in it).

speaking of that M rating! i can similarly see myself writing typical horror violence stuff for jude, because that could be fun not for him (e.g. tone/intensity levels similar to games like fatal frame, higurashi, the last of us) but i probably wouldn't get into the extreme details of said violent stuff unless it was super necessary or something. some stuff is better left to the imagination for sure.

in terms of violence during fight scenes, canon typical violence stuff is again my benchmark! i've done the my muse and your muse vs npc fight scenes which is fun, but i don't really have experience with the 1v1 my muse vs your muse in the parking lot type but i'd only feel inclined if the details were plotted beforehand (e.g. knowing the conclusion/set direction of the thread) and if the fight in said thread/scene held some narrative weight.

basically i'm way more interested in the emotional tone/importance of an action scene (plus the impact of it later) rather than just writing it to focus on the technical details of the fight of who would win etc. to me, the latter is just a vehicle to make the whole thing come togetherー it's important, but incomplete without the whole 'why' part. because then it'd feel a lot less like writing out a smash bros match rather than just playing it (i think that's my weirdest metaphor yet LMAOO) personal preference strikes again though!

25. your character ( the gushing commenceth / unhinged version )

i've somewhat(?) properly gushed about him here and related it to writing so if your name is Lin you're no stranger to me saying things about Jude UMM i'll just talk about his hair LMAOO

the beautiful and subtle asymmetry of his hair in x1 especially that slightly longer piece of hair off to the side of his head here. is it underrated or does everyone love that part, i have no idea sldjflsdkf but he really doesn't sport the super generic flat mc hair, it's just a little wavy/longer at the back! the non-wild/cute and round hair look suits his quieter personality here too T_T plus he's so cute bYE

his extremely amazing hair in x2. described aptly. this coupled with his new outfit = i now have an entirely different concept of "one year timeskip" i remember thinking at first "WAIT THAT'S HIM? NO WAY... idk... let me think about this..." but now he makes me faint so. who won here. it suits him bc he's even more mature, and his character design changed so much but in the best way i think. i'm so glad this version of him exists LMAOO good job x2 for all your faults and amazing moments

#mail . #unborderedreflection #this devolves into talking about jude's hair slkdjfklkj #ooc . #long post

[dilucids]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCelebrity crush, Genshin boys idol! au

admitting you're their celebrity crush and their reaction to your reaction

includes: kaeya, diluc, zhongli and xiao

( can't stop thinking about idol! au genshin. any type of celebrity but it's hinted that you're a singer in xiao's. )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 KAEYA ALBERICH ━━ FROSTWIND SWORDSMAN 〕

━━ this man is sooooo fucking slick with it.

━━ he'll slyly bring it up in an interview or a live with a smirk on his face and then act as if it never happened when someone questions him.

━━ his members just stares at him when he brings you up, knowing, that beneath that sly persona and nonchalant act, there was millions pounds worth of fan merchandise in his room.

━━ he would evade the subject and if it's an interview, the host would have to pry answers from his members instead as he sits there proudly with a smile on his face as his members tell his fan behaviour instead of him.

━━ in a live, he would somehow convince his fans they were hallucinating but someone would post the clip and everyone would just go ballistic, it'd be one of those "top ten things i can't believe kaeya managed to get away with: gaslighting his fans into believing they were crazy."

"Who's your favourite celebrity?" Kaeya reads out from the comments passing quickly through his Instagram live, he pretends to think. A smile forms on his face when he 'decides' on an answer, "probably [Name]."

He watches the comments speed through even quicker before changing the subject, dropping the matter as if it never happened. His fans are all freaking out though, wanting to get more details on his crush on the celebrity but Kaeya ignores all comments about the subject. They never die down though, only ending when Kaeya himself ends the live.

━━ you may have ended on the same show some time after him and the host brings it up ( 100% planned for views ).

━━ it makes you smile because you've already been informed about this topic by your fans and kaeya's.

━━ you'd end up thanking kaeya for the support and say that you've also been lowkey a fan of his group but you've never openly stated that to anyone.

━━ his fans and your fans immediately get to work and start tagging kaeya's insta/twitter, group and personal, under the clip of you shyly admitting you're a fan of his also and he goes mental.

━━ probably sits there watching the entire interview with a huge smile on his face, and it doesn't leave, not even after he finishes the interview ( bonus: diluc is very disturbed ).

━━ HUGE ego boost for the rest of the day. kaeya's normally very confident but he's extra confident, like starts strutting around like he's the shit and even had the balls to nod his head at diluc as if to say "what's up" with the largest shit eating grin on his face.

━━ diluc definitely thought he was picking a fight.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 DILUC RAGNVINDR ━━ DARKNIGHT HERO 〕

━━ more likely to come from one of his members than him.

━━ or he'd be very smooth with it, and brings it up rather subtly. it'd be a small "oh, i ingest their content and enjoy it" and he'd just continue about his day

━━ and his fans will still go insane because diluc actually enjoying something seems weird, especially another celebrity's work

━━ this would obviously reach you, who was an open fan of his group, and you'd freak out when you see it but wouldn't bring it up because he only said he enjoyed your work, not he was a fan.

━━ would definitely get questioned if he was being interviewed on a talk show, he wouldn't evade the question.

━━ he doesn't really see a point in lying, so he simply shrugs and tells the host that he is a fan and owns some merchandise.

"Diluc, a few fans are curious about your statement the other day," the host redirects the questions to Diluc, who raises an eyebrow. "Is it true that you're a fan of [Name]?"

The question makes his heart pick up a little, he leans back on his chair and clears his throat, composing himself before nodding. "I am a fan," the host seems happy by his response. The conversation continues to steer in this direction, asking Diluc if he had attended any fan meetings or merchandise, how he would feel if you two collaborated for a project and then finally ending once the host asks other members if they were fans of anyone.

━━ he thinks nothing of it, continuing with his day as usual but when he gets mentioned by your twitter? the man loses his shit.

━━ he sits there staring at his screen like he was hallucinating and literally tunes everything else out, staring at your little: "i'd love to work with you too!" message with a small smiley face at the end.

━━ he checks the account multiple times just in case it was one of his fans trolling him but clicking on the @ takes him back to your account so he gives in at some point

━━ he types out a normal, professional "thank you, i hope a time comes when we can collaborate" and "i look forward to more of your works" but he's still losing his shit.

━━ stays in his mind for at least a week.

━━ fans always bring up the fact that y'all never did end up collaborating.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ZHONGLI ━━ VAGO MUNDO 〕

━━ the public is very aware.

━━ he's never made an attempt to hide how he is a fan, not even the massive poster in his room or the little keychain that he hangs on his bag nor the red eyeliner belonging to a makeup brand that you became a brand embassador for, also now one of his favourite brands.

━━ so no one is really surprised when he talks about you or your upcoming work, what is kinda surprising is when he straight up says that he says you're his ideal type.

━━ not because it's shocking that you'd be anyone's ideal type but because they didn't expect the out of the blue question from host and it's even more mind boggling when the man doesn't even stutter nor even think before just saying your name.

━━ members are sat beside him literally losing their shit in both negative ( scandals and shit ) and positive ( it's fucking hilarious ) ways as he just blinks.

━━ he doesn't even look the slightest bit worried as he stares dead straight through the host's head.

━━ obviously scandals emerge, there are positive and negative reactions. some people suddenly realise how good you two would look together and others are mad you "stole" their man because we have delulus in all fandoms.

"So Zhongli," the host starts before clearing his throat, obviously a tad uncomfortable under the eldest member's sudden gaze, "who is your ideal type?" The members also seem curious, as they stop their interactions, staring over at their unusually emotionless member.

One member laughs, waving the question off as a joke and as a way to avoid any possible scandals, knowing that Zhongli wouldn't filter his words due to his lacking understanding of social cues. "C'mon, there's no way that he has an id━━"

"If I had to say, then [Name] suits my preferences." The member who tried to wave it off blinks, staring at Zhongli like he just murdered someone and other members laugh. The host seems pleasantly surprised, peering at the camera with a raised eyebrow and a certain look on his face. The entire studio never gets over it.

━━ it's brought to your attention on twitter because twitter is usually where shit goes down.

━━ you've always been aware that zhongli has been a fan but you've never been able to speak up about it due to your management.

━━ luckily for you, your contract with your previous strict company had ended just a while ago and under your new management, you were more free to do whatever you wanted.

━━ so obviously, you quote tweet the video, tag his account and say in a jokingly way that he should take you out on a date first.

━━ he doesn't publicly reply to your tweet because he already got in trouble with his management for answering such a risky question anyways and your tweet is a little too suggestive.

━━ but he also wants you to know he has seen the tweet. so his solution? to slip into your dms.

━━ and all of a sudden, the next time you're both seen together, you're besties? so people started connecting dots and shit, were they good at connecting them. moral of the story: never underestimate zhongli fans because collectively, they may be able to beat zhongli in an iq test.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 XIAO ━━ CONQUEROR OF DEMONS 〕

━━ best believe this man got death threated or held at gunpoint into admitting you're his celebrity crush.

━━ or he didn't do it at all and his members confessed for him just to tease him.

━━ happens on a group live, members are just vibing.

━━ xiao is sat in the back somewhere, scrolling through his phone with his earphones in so he doesn't notice his members shifting the camera to him or jumps onto him whilst holding the camera.

━━ when he does notice though, he takes out his earbud and your song just blARES through his earphone and it's fucking loud.

━━ he immediately turns it down but his fellow member already has this shit eating grin on his face and jumps onto xiao, successfully grabbing his phone and showing the live of 100k+ people.

━━ his homescreen is one of those "boyfriend/girlfriend/partner material" lockscreens of you and it shows that your song had been playing.

━━ xiao literally attacks his members and grabs his phone back, walking off to escape the embarrassment but can hear the echoing laughter as he walks down the hallway and slams his door closed.

Xiao lets out a sudden 'oompf' when his members glomps right ontop of him, grinning widely as they held up a camera to show off themselves and Xiao. Glancing at the camera, Xiao takes off an earbud, freezing when a loud upbeat tune echoes throughout the open area. Xiao ignores the feeling of his face heating up and turns down the song, ignoring the obvious gleeful stare of his member.

Almost on instinct, he moves his phone away but curse his parents for their genes because all it takes is a little stretching for his member to have his greasy fingers all over his phone, ripping it out of his hands and immediately running away to shield themselves from the wrath of all 5" and a bit of Xiao. When they deem it safe, they click on the home button of the screen, grinning amused at the homescreen.

"Look at fanboy Xiao!" And just like that, Xiao's cold demeanour had been shatteres infront of a plethora of people.

━━ you find it one of the most endearing things ever.

━━ literally how could you not? you find pride in yourself to have such a popular member of an idol group enjoy your work and it helps gain a little more confidence in yourself.

━━ it's brought up on a talk show kinda casually where the host is one of your friends so they are slightly teasing you for it all the whilst remaining on the professional side.

━━ and it's obvious to say that you're embarrassed by the way you chuckle and mess with your fingers and hair, but you hold yourself together anyways and manage a sweet "thank you for the support" to xiao when the host asks if you wanted to say something in case he was watching.

━━ and the very next day, on xiao's official instagram, he has a signed album and poster of yours, tagged and everything.

#genshin scenarios #genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin xiao #genshin kaeya #genshin zhongli #genshin diluc #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader

[claythefriendlyghost]

We NEED to talk about why this recent episode cemented Stolitz for so many people

While this episode did not have many moments where Blitzø and Stolas were being explicitly romantic towards eachother, the singular reason this episode supports the possibility of Blitzø and Stolas becoming a thing is because...

Blitzø's attitude toward Stolas in this episode is... different...

So many people (myself included) were a tad bit put off from shipping stolitz because there wasn’t really any proof that the relationship was anything more than a mere transaction. The owl wanted to satify his perverted and fetishistic needs, and the imp hesitantly agreed, only because he would receive the book in return. while the former is currently still true, this episode shows that the latter may not be the case.

The bedroom scene

This scene displays the relationship between blitzø and stolas as the tamest its ever been. blitzø doesnt really direct much disgust towards Stolas himself and even says that this monthly meetup isnt something he 'fusses' about. this attitude Blitzø holds when he and stolas are alone contrasts what we've seen in previous episodes where the idea of spending time with stolas seemed to greatly irritate him.

They also seem strangely close in this scene, Blitzø being comfortable with Stolas's advances and them even sharing a cigarette.

Additionally, one of the pieces of evidence that i often see overlooked is that Blitzø did not have to agree to go to the harvest festival with Stolas in the first place. He knew what he'd be getting himself into, with his knowledge of the obvious and embarrasing flirting he dealt with at Loo Loo Land. despite this, not only does he agree to go, he says it sounds like it'll be "a blast and a half". And this time, there isnt even a promise of him being paid!! hes going purely because he wants to

Furthermore, his expression is very different from that which was shown in the original storyboards, showing that there was a reason the crew changed his attitude from "whatever i guess it could be fun 😒" to "sure it sounds like it could be alot of fun 😏"

2. The famed Millie/Striker scenes

These scenes on their own can be interpreted many ways, however, with the context of the opening scene, its quite obvious why Blitzø reacted the way he did in reaction to millie and striker here

Firstly his reaction to Millie calling stolas his boyfriend isn't what it'd be if there was nothing going on between Blitzø and Stolas. If Blitzø were confident in the fact that he had no feelings for Stolas, knowing him, he likely would've made a quip that prevented him from seeming at all insecure or embarrased. he likes to take control of conversations and not leave any room for his weaknesses to be revealed.

This is not what happens. he responds by simply saying he is not above hitting Millie in front of her father. he doesnt deny it. He doesnt make a fun jab at millie herself. he simply allows his embarrassment to be the butt of the joke. THAT DOESNT HAPPEN...like... ever.

Now for the striker scene. I'll l keep it short since many have talked about this before, but the very fact that Blitzø is caught stumbling over his words in an attempt to describe his relationship with stolas is VERY telling. Even in the case where Blitzø did have some feelings towards stolas, I wouldnt put it above him to simply lie and state that there is nothing between them. that wouldve been incredibly easy, and yet... he stumbles.

Even so, he didnt even need to clarify. Striker used the word 'conned' implying he already had the impression that the sex was merely transactional. Blitzø literally couldve ended it at "the short answer is yes" and let striker respond. the fact that Blitzø felt like it was some sort of elephant in the room that needed to be addressed shows how his realtionship with Stolas is on insecure ground and is something he is self conscious about.

Some people have said that this scene is him trying to seem cool in front of striker, but again...he couldve just lied. Lying in order to appear cooler in front of someone he admires wouldve been extremely in character for him, and yet he didnt. its obvious he's experiencing some complicated emotions towards stolas, complicated enough that he couldnt even state the simple lie of 'there is nothing between us'.

3. Blitzø saving Stolas from Striker

Here Blitzø claims that stolas is his easiest ticket to earth, but thats not entirely true. the Grimoire is his easiest ticket to earth. stolas does not need to be alive in order for Blitzø to steal the grimoire and all its power. in fact, that'd be alot easier for the gang as they could keep the book safe in one location as opposed to bringing it back and forth between stolas's place and IMP headquarters and additionally having to go through the trouble of sleeping with him.

Here, Blitzø has the opportunity of taking stolas out of the equation, which would undeniably make things easier for him, and yet, he doesnt take it. theres obviously much more to why he saved Stolas here, and could possibly imply that Blitzø does care about him.

Anyway, those are all the details I caught from this episode. I really do hope Blitzø's feelings in regards to stolas are explored in the following episodes, cause boy am I invested

#helluva boss #helluva boss episode 5 #helluva boss blitzo #stolitz #stolas #blitzo #helluva boss stolas #harvest moon festival #helluva boss theory #blitz #vivziepop #helluva spoilers #striker #millie

[scrawnytreedemon]

im here to bother u again mutual :)

uninvited guest au where sephiroth just lives in ur house, nothing else really changes it’s just. sephiroth is now canon in real life. what would you do

personally i’d panic instantly

I HAVE BEEN BOTHERED!! God yes <333

OHOHOHOO you have. no idea how many times i have considered some batshit scenario like this.

OKAY, first off, I would panic. SECOND, why is he here??? 'Uninvited guest' implies Sephiroth has settled down here like a very big and also very deadly stray cat because I dunno, he liked the smell of our fish fingers.

I think my mother would have a very long talk with him, and ten they'd become friends. They are... very alike, in some ways. pre-Nibelheim Seph but More Well Adjusted and also a tad more carefree from age would be a good way to describe my mum, for the uninitiated. They're both very analytical, inquisitive, but also stubborn people. They? They could be a team. fuck yeah.

How my siblings would react... god knows. I think any temptation to laugh at the fact Sephiroth Real would be quashed by the fact Sephiroth Real. How good is Sephiroth with two middling-teens? I feel like they would be very Polite but also leave the room whenever they could. Mood. Maybe 'Scratch'(the older of the two) would talk with him about math and bait him into quizzes if they got more comfortable.

My cat, Fuzzy? Very wonky creachure. Might hate him and try to avoid him at first, but if Seph's good with cats, i think they'd settle in. Again, same-sorta person as my mother, only perhaps more prone to longform conversations with the boy.

I? Oh boy.

Oh boy.

As like, the only person with a comprehensive understanding of Sephiroth, as he's seen in the Compilation, I would be Piss-Terrified and also my morally-paranoid OCD would be cranked up to 100 because of the... *private* things I made regarding him, for one, cough, cough.

I'd have to reevaluate how many of my initial assumptions were correct, get guilty about that, try to figure out how to handle being around this man, get guilty about that, and avoid him as much as humanly possible unless it's to help him with settling in because I am and have always been as soon as I gained self-awareness piss-terrified of annoying anyone and everyone with my weirdly loud, energetic demeanour. If I'm lucky, maybe it'd pleasantly remind him of Zack-- Who knows.

This is without taking into effect the wider ripple effect of Sephiroth Real that would inevitably impact our neighbourhood, depending on how proactive or seclusionary this man is, nor that my mum is literally getting married tomorrow to a Bri'ish farmer, and how that'll impact the household.

Needless to say, while I can't go into too much detail because that might be a Step Too Far in terms of privacy on a joke post... The idea of my stepdad-to-be and Sephiroth chatting over machinery and animal husbandry has laughing and also oddly warm.

All-in-all, I think if he didn't pull wack shit, Sephiroth would settle in quite nicely; 7/10, might do again.

And if he doesn't like it, he can fly away.

Just don't burn down our town on the way out, you one-winged fuck.

#sephiroth #ffvii #shitpost #scrawny rambles #scrawny answers #THANK YOU for throwing this little curveball at me #i am Delighted #Sephiroth would be the weirdest Not-Uncle ever and that delights me immensely

[mithranqueersmusings]

I Think I'll Love You Too II

Chapter: 2/?

Rating: U

Summary: George and Ringo have been going out officially for a couple of months. Ringo anticipated that dating a stripper would be complicated, but he didn't understand exactly how complicated it would be.

Tags: Modern AU, Established Relationship

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

The following clean-up from their nocturnal experiment was far from easy, the wax seemed to crumble into tiny pieces and was determined to cover each inch of the carpet. George was insistent on doing most of the work, a struggle of manners ensued in which Ringo was adamant that he should help but eventually gave in and took up George's offer to relax in the bath.

Soaking in the warm water, Ringo's mind began to wander to their first official date. It seemed like such a long time ago now, although it had only been a couple of months at the most. Ringo could vividly picture arriving at George's house for the first time and picking him up for dinner, bruises still dotted across George's pale skin from the somewhat embarrassing but retrospectively rather comical fall at the club. Ringo had struggled to figure out the best place to take George, unfortunately the only advice available was John's.

"He's a vegetarian." Ringo emphasised for the fourth time, John had once again offered up a meat-only establishment.

"Oh, well you could've told me sooner." John scoffed, sometimes Ringo couldn't tell whether he was joking or truly that oblivious.

"What about sushi? That can be veggie, right?" Ringo was fiddling with a bouquet of flowers that had been left on John's kitchen counter, a small card had the name 'Paul' written on it, punctuated with a kiss.

"Sure." John offered "You could always, and hear me out, ask where he wants to go."

Ringo rolled his eyes "Great advice John, thanks. What if he doesn't know either?"

"Then you're both helpless and you belong together."

In the end Ringo had settled on sushi, which only calmed his panic somewhat because he still had to find which sushi place was best. He'd forgotten all about how stressful dating could be, and it'd been a long time since he'd been a proper date. Eventually he settled on a fairly affordable place that wasn't too far from his house, he felt rather silly calling up to make a reservation an hour in advance but he didn't want to risk embarrassing himself by not having a table booked.

This struggle with the restaurant left Ringo only an hour to get himself looking presentable for the date, his closet was emptied onto the floor and bed as he rummaged around for something suitable. He felt like making more of an effort than usual, this was one date he didn't want to screw up, especially knowing how fashionable George was likely to look. In the end he settled on a paisley blazer, it had been a gift from John years ago and had hardly been worn, and a black shirt underneath which he experimented with the buttons of.

He left himself just enough time to brush his teeth, sort out his hair and tidy the room as quickly as he possibly could. Hurrying over to George's in the car, he'd almost forgotten to be nervous about the date itself. Almost forgotten, because as soon as he knocked on George's door Ringo felt a wave of dread washing over him. He hadn't even thought of any conversation starters, or what he was going to order at the restaurant. As he waited for an answer, the dread only festered further. Yet once the door finally opened, revealing George draped in a decorative kimono, all fear subsided.

"Hi." Ringo spoke, suddenly sheepish.

"Hey." George replied with a grin, stepping out onto the street and locking the door behind him.

The two of them looked at one another for a few moments, eyes tracing from head to feet with no words being said. George was wearing makeup: his eyes darkened with liner and mascara, his gaunt cheekbones sparkling with highlight and his lips painted a tempting shade of red. Ringo could see that he'd tried to use foundation to cover over the bruises on his face but it wasn't entirely successful, not that it mattered.

"You look great." Ringo managed to get out without stumbling over his words as they walked over to his car.

"Thanks, so do you." George responded but Ringo supposed he was only trying to be polite.

Passing a shop window, Ringo stole a glance at the reflection and found himself presently surprised at how good the two of them looked together. Ringo was even beginning to believe George's compliment, a surge of confidence arising merely from being stood next to George. He'd anticipated that George would only make him look worse, but there was something complimentary in how the two of them were dressed. It was a small boost that Ringo needed to quash his nerves, he was determined to not ruin the night just because he was feeling anxious.

"So... Where are we headed?" George asked, stretching his legs out in front of him.

"Sushi." Ringo replied more curtly than intended "Is that alright?"

"I love sushi." George answered cheerily.

"What a relief." Ringo chuckled "I'm not gonna lie I was struggling to find a place to eat, with you being a vegetarian and all."

George paused for a moment "You remembered that?"

"Of course I did." Ringo panicked for a moment, afraid he'd said the wrong thing and given too much away but the smile that spread across George's painted lips calmed him back down.

It didn't take them long to arrive at the restaurant, it was rather busy but not so much that it would become uncomfortable. Ringo still couldn't believe his luck, that he'd actually been able to get a date with George. Looking back on how their relationship started, it was strange to consider that they'd end up here.

"Is your face alright?" Ringo asked when they'd been seated, it was hard to not notice the swelling on George's lip.

"Oh yeah, it's fine." George provided evidence with a genuine smile "I've had way worse, don't worry."

"You fall over a lot then?" Ringo joked, looking down at the menu and feeling a little intimidated by the amount of choice.

"Only when I know you're there to catch me." George winked "No, I've had my fair share of scraps here and there. That's just life, isn't it?"

Ringo chuckled "Not in my line of work, no."

"Don't be so modest, I haven't forgotten when you beat up that creep in the club." George was studying his menu with far less fear than Ringo "Any idea what you're gonna order?"

"Haven't the faintest." Ringo read the same words over and over again as though it'd help him understand "What about you?"

"Hmm, I think so." George answered with a confidence Ringo envied "Want some help?"

"Please." Ringo smiled sheepishly, laying down his menu and looking to George for assistance.

The date was hardly going as Ringo had anticipated, but while George went through dishes on the menu with a clear expertise Ringo couldn't stop himself from smiling. The intimidating Spike was describing in detail the difference between maki and temaki with such delicacy, it was such a strange moment of realisation for Ringo that made him truly understand how far they'd come. Ringo realised too late that he hadn't been listening to what George had been saying but it didn't matter in the end because George ordered for the both of them.

"So..." George began, drink in hand.

"So." Ringo repeated with a raised eyebrow.

"How long have you been waiting to take me out?" George asked with a knowing smile.

Ringo half expected this line of questioning to begin, he only wished he'd prepared some answers "Does it make a difference?"

"I'm just curious." George leaned in a little closer, a devilish look in his eyes.

Ringo sighed "Now I'm debating whether to lie so you don't think I'm a loser."

"I wouldn't bother with that, I already know you're a loser Ringo." George spoke deadpan, staring without expression then burst into laughter "I'm sorry, I had to."

"And that's meant to encourage me to be honest?" Ringo laughed nervously.

"Come on, tell me." George sounded almost whiny, a tone Ringo had heard before but never in regular conversation.

"Fine, fine." Ringo conceded after drinking his beer "In all honesty it was probably the first time I saw you... Not that I thought you'd ever say yes, of course."

The answer seemed to satisfy whatever itch George had "Really? I'm that good looking am I?"

"Not to sound cliché, but have you seen you? I don't think I've seen anyone more attractive." Ringo spoke somewhat seriously.

George blushed just slightly, having to look away from Ringo's intense gaze "You're sweet. But why were you even in the strip club in the first place? You didn't seem too at home, at least from what I remember."

Ringo felt rather complimented that George even remembered how he'd been acting all that time ago, he'd always supposed he hadn't left much of an impression at all and whatever he did was surely negative.

"John dragged me there. He, uh-" Ringo stopped himself before saying too much "Thought it'd cheer me up."

George squinted his eyes in suspicion "What aren't you telling me?"

Ringo paused, debating the best verbal exit strategy but the good beer and even better food was slowing his thought processes "Uh... Nothing?"

"Oh come on." George kicked Ringo lightly under the table "You think I'm gonna judge you?"

"Well, yes... But fine, I'll tell you." Ringo chuckled, pausing for an anticipatory breath "I'd been going through a bit of a... dry spell, so to speak."

A grin spread across George's face "Seriously?"

"Seriously." Ringo repeated, hiding his shame behind his beer.

"I find it hard to believe that you were having a 'dry spell'." George rested his hand on Ringo's own, his finger tracing around the metal of the rings.

"Well, I'd, er- I'd still be having one if you hadn't come along." Ringo stammered "Shit, that sounds really pathetic, doesn't it?"

"Just a tad." George smiled reassuringly "I'm just glad I could be of service."

"For a while you were making it worse, actually." Ringo had finished his beer and was itching for another "With all my pent up frustration and then I see you undressing on that stage, I nearly lost my mind."

George chuckled, looking rather proud of himself "I can only apologise for being so tempting." He emphasised the word by running his tongue over his top lip onto his sharp canine tooth.

"No need to apologise, it's your job after all." Ringo tried to remain composed "And in the end it all worked out so... No harm done."

"My aching body disagrees." George pouted his still somewhat swollen lip.

"Well... That was your own fault really." Ringo joked, finally catching the waiter's eye so that he could order another beer.

"You're right, you're right." George's hand was still pressed against Ringo's "Hopefully from here on out all the pain will be consensual."

Ringo blushed "Hopefully."

Later that night it was clear that there was no longer any need to be hopeful.

#the beatles fanfic #beatles fanfiction #the beatles fanfiction #the beatles #starrison #george harrison/ringo starr #george harrisonxringo starr #ringo starrxgeorge harrison #ringo starr/george harrison

[deliciously-yeeted]

I was in desperate need of some beel fluff, so i wrote some. As one does. Uh, ive never done this,(posting fanfic, i normally jus write small things for myself tbh😅) before so please have mercy lol

I hope ya like it though, it put a smile on my face so im hoping it does the same for you♡

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You started filling the hem of your shirt with snacks, as many as you could fit in the scrunched up fabric that is, a tired but playful grin on your lips, as you thought over what you planned to do, mentally prepping yourself.

Normally, you're not so bold about seeking out comfort and such, feeling shy about showing vulnerability...but today, ugh, today had you particularly worn down. You needed something, affection preferably. You'd settle for a warm bath and some melatonin if you had to. Though, you really didnt want too.

You were tired of self soothing all the time. And Asmos care packages could only help so much. But you knew how to make it all magically better. There was only one option in times like these .

You worked quickly, excitement bouncing around in your gut, making your hands a little shaky.

Having grabbed all you could you carry, you practically dashed from the kitchen. Your mind set on finding a certain big demon. Last you heard, he was headed to his room for a bit. You hoped he was still there.

When you finally reached his bedroom door, you found yourself in a tad bit of a pickle. Your eyebrows furrowed, the realization that you wouldn't be able to open the door making you frown at the closed door briefly. You cursed yourself slightly, for not thinking that far ahead. You forgot in all your excitement.

Briefly you considered trying to use you feet before dropping the idea. Guess you've got no choice.

Dang it! You felt kinda bummed that you'd be losing the element of surprise, but the grin soon returned, thinking about seeing Beel always you happy, regardless of the circumstances.

"Beeeeellllllllllll!" You called out, letting a bit of a whine into your voice, hey, who knows? Maybe it'd get him in front of you faster?? He tended to be on the slower side of answering his door, sometimes he simply didnt hear it. Especially if he was working out or watching tv.

Apparently, whining his name did not speed him up:(

You were about to call out again, worried he hadn't heard you, when the door clicked open. The mere sound making you feel slightly giddy. Your eyes snapping up to meet his briefly. You soaked in as many details of him as you could, without just straight ogling him, before flicking your eyes back up to meet his.

"Y/n?" He seemed pleasantly surprised, dressed in a black tank top and grey sweats (you were happy to see him wearing them, because while he looked like a whole ass meal in them, it also meant he had no plans of leaving the house tonight).

His eyes were quick to find the odd lumps wrapped up in your shirt, as well as the bit of tummy peaking out. The position you held your shirt in had caused the bottom of your stomach to show, something you had worried about on the way here, anxious about a different brother catching a glimpse of you. You could feel his stare burn against your skin, he was about to say something, but then his nose twitched, and his eyes fixed on your bundle of snacks instead.

-

Not that you minded his staring your stomach, not with Beel.

The others...maybe.

Your tummy was one of his favorite parts about you, he's hands finding their way under your shirt to touch and squeeze the soft flesh more often than not. Always gentle and non intrusive. I think he'd full on cry if he accidentally upset you somehow tbh.

Boy had absolutely no shame about it, once he learned you didnt mind much.

Especially when you seemed to be a bit shy about showing your stomach, with the others, or just in general. He made sure to let you know how much he loved your squish. Be it at RAD or just casually in the house.

The only person who ever raised a fuss over it was Mammon, although, he tended to fuss over everything you did anyways;; His protests did absolutely nothing to deter you or Beel, much to his dismay.

Sometimes, if Beel was hungry and needed a distraction or a quick 'pick me up', he'd scoop you up and just shove his face into your tummy. (Much like what I do with my cat when I'm bored and/or sad) Then he'd just hold you there until he absolutely had to let you down.

Relishing in the feel of your softness and you heart racing under your skin, fluttering so delicately under his lips, pressing his face against you was an instant mood lifter for him.

You loved it, a surprised but delighted laugh always ripping from your chest, almost subconsciously. You couldn't hide your happiness in his affections, not that you would want to (thats a lie, you cant help but be embarrassed at the end of the day by the intensive joy you felt whenever you looked at him). Which only seemed to motivate him even more, and soon each time he scooped you up, he'd kiss all over your tummy, making you giggle because it tickled, before hugging you close with a small sigh.

-

"I brought snacks, and some cuddles. So uhm, can I nap on you for a bit? 'M tired. Unless your busy or something..." you beam up at him, starting to hesitate toward the end, suddenly a little unsure.

"Pretty please?? I wont bug ya, I promise." You plead, pulling your best puppy dog eyes, shifting from one foot to the other nervously. His eyes widened as his brain processed what you said, and the cute sight in front of him. If he was being honest, it made his brain stop for a split second.

He chuckled at you and lifted you up by the back of your knees, holding you carefully to his chest, mindful of your full shirt. A small startled squeak coming from you as he did so, a sound he never got tired of hearing.

You glanced in the room as he closed to door, he had papers sprawled over the small coffee table in the middle of the room, and a few (you spotted more in the trash bin in the corner) empty food wrappers around his work space. He plopped down in front of the table again, taking only a few steps to reach it. You were kind of jealous, your short legs never being a fair match against his. Luckily he enjoyed carrying you, which solved that issue right quick.

"You can keep me company while I finish my homework." He says, shifting you into his lap and keeping a loose hold on your lower stomach, fingers splaying out to get a small feel of your exposed skin. Glancing around, you dont see belphies mop of hair in his bed, he was probably sleeping in the attic or the observatory, you quietly hum to yourself, abit happy to have Beel all to yourself for the moment. Shifting forward, Beels hands refusing to let you go and setting on your waist, you hold your shirt above the edge of the table, and let the snacks spill from your shirt before smoothing the garment back down, missing Beels frown as he looses sight of your tummy. Quickly moving to organize the snacks a bit, so that they were within reach and not scattered all over his papers and in the way.

"Thank you, your the bestest!!" You say, the dull ache in your arms more than worth the effort in your opinion.

You tilted your head back so you can look up at him. Making eye contact with him made your brain kinda just...mush. Your hands slowly squeezing his on your waist, lifting them so you move a bit.

You tore you gaze from his, before turning around and wrapping your arms around his nack and your legs around his torso,(like a koala in his opinion).

Scooting as close as you could get away with, (your not as stealthy as you give yourself credit for, he knows, he just too nice to tease you for it, and he doesn't want you to stop), so you could snuggle up to him and be comfy at the same time. Which wasn't all that hard to do with him, being the teddy bear he is.

Your eyes glazed over slightly, and you were distracted as you mind pulled your attention away.

Ah, you were in pure bliss, you could die happy like this~

You had grabbed plenty of snacks, being sure to vary in your choices, knowing Beel would like to have options, and hoping to be able to buy some extra time with him and a cute Beel smile as a reward for your effort. Tho, youd do it anyways.

Not that you'd ever admit to that. Nuh uh, no way. Unless he asked nicely, you'd give in embarrassingly fast if he ever did, the realization making your face heat up.

But...

Embarrassment be damned, youd never tell Beel 'No'.

He looks down at you, face going all blushy and soft at your slightly dazed and flushed expression. Your thoughts getting the best of you for a moment. Shaking your head slightly and letting out a resigned sigh.

"Of course you can," you snap out of it when he speaks up, looking up at him, quick to give him your full attention. "I love when you cuddle up with me, it helps me focus a bit. You didn't have to bribe me, though, as long as its you, my cuddles come free-" wrapping his arms around your shoulders, giving you a snug hug, he moves to continue. "Not that I'm complaining-" you cut him off, feeling slightly guilty about it. You were already flustered, and his sweet words weren't helping your predicament one bit. That was until your eyes actually focus on his face, oh sweet hell, hes so precious!!! Your heart thumps nearly painfully for a moment, nerves biting into your thoughts.

Your face was definitely beat red now, you could feel it at the tips of your ears even. Yet you refused to move, your eyes locked on his. A rare occurrence, one you could tell he was basking in, his eyes were glued to your face, studying it. His flush deepening slightly.

Squishing his cheeks and "shushing" him gently. Your basically cooing at him, to tired suddenly to care much about how your words or actions came off. The nervousness slipping away from your voice and movements. "Its not a bribe hun, I just felt like seeing you smile before I fell asleep on you. Heh, your smile is my goodluck charm for good dreams, ya know?" You tiredly rub his cheek with your thumb, eyes lit up happily and content. Giving him a small breathless laugh at the end.

He really did calm you down, your mind slowing down as the excitement started to fade, a fact you became overly aware of quite suddenly, your eyes feeling quite heavy now that you felt safe.

You yawned, your weariness catching up to you.

Beels quick to notice, taking note of the bags under your eyes. Dont worry, he'll make sure you get some good sleep, no bad dreams were gonna plague you on his watch. He glances over at the snacks you brought, unbelievably happy. Seeing you so cutely curled up to him, the fact that you brought him as much food as you could carry(a sight he nearly died from when he saw it) and your sweet sweet words, it definitely warmed his heart to say in the least.

He loved that you actually came to find him, just so you could cuddle. His adoration for you is bottomless, just like his hunger.

So, Beel wraps you inna big bear hug, pulling you closer and peppering the top of your head and face with kisses. He gives you a big grin, his eyes sparkling happily. "Nap, I'll wake you up when I'm done and we can hangout till dinner."

You tiredly nod, relaxing against him.

Grabbing a baggy of chips, he smooches your forehead, before tucking your face under his chin so he could munch, and see his work(not like that was much of an issue, beels a big boy after all👀), without completely covering the top of your head in crumbs (you'd told him you didn't mind, especially since he always ruffled your hair to get then out, and you loved that...but he still feels bad about it and tries to avoid it to some extent) and being able to rest his chin on top your head was just the cherry on top for him.

💗Happy beel mode activated💗

Sighing happily, you close your eyes. Beels cuddles making all your stress melt away, just like they always did. Slowly, you start to drift off, listening to the soft scratch of his pen as he starts to work and his deep breathing, letting it lull you into sleep.

I dont know why my brain wanted me to got all out on this. I literally jus couldn't stop tweaking with it. Imma post if before i decide to change it. Imma just conveniently forget i wrote this now, maybe ill like it more after a week or two... :/ also if theres any spelling or grammar issues plz tell me, its like 2am rn so im sure i missed something

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me! #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub obey me shall we date #soft #this is an entirely self indulgent writing #im not even ashamed #everyone needs beels cuddles in my opinion #also this is my first fanfic(?) ive ever posted #👉👈 imma b sad if other people dont also just wanna cuddle with beel #ack- im kinda nervous now #i just started writing cuz i was bored #no way in hell am i just gonna delete it either #obey me fanfic #beel headcanon #(?) im not good with tags #like at all #lmao

[whisperingmagick]

Spring Event!

Hello everyone and welcome to my Spring Event! I know it's a tad bit early and isn't quite Spring yet, but Spring is one of my favorite seasons and since the first day of Spring is March 20th, I wanted to have an event from now and throughout March to celebrate it!

First - all of my normal tarot card readings will be discounted!

- 1 Card readings will be free!

- 2 Card readings will be only $1 USD

- 3 Card readings will be $2 USD

- 4 Card readings will be $3 USD.

If you're curious about each of these readings and what they're all about, you can find a detailed description about them on my blog. It should be in my FAQ <-- Click on that to jump over there. :)

Secondly, I'll be opening my pendulum, aura, and astral readings! These will only be open from the day this is posted to the end of March. I have more time on my hands this coming month and I really wanted to work on these three particular readings so I thought it'd be a wonderful time to open them up!

Pendulum readings - Free!

Since my pendulum readings are fairly similar to my one card tarot reading, I thought it'd only be fair to set them as free as well. The only difference between them and the one tarot is that this reading is strictly for yes or no questions. If you have something on your mind and if you need a quick yes or no, this would be the reading for you. You have two options with this reading - I can either give you a simple yes or no or I could give you a more in depth yes or no. It's up to you!

Aura Readings - $3 USD

Aura Readings are really fun for me to do. They're one of my favorites apart from tarot. With this reading, I'll take a moment to read your aura and give you a detailed description of what colors I see and my own personal interpretation of what I think they mean. And, of course, during the session, I'll answer any questions you have.

Astral Readings - $4 USD

Out of all the readings, Astral readings probably take the most energy out of me so they're usually a rarity. Since this is my most expensive reading of this event, I'll try to make sure I give a good description of what to expect here. Basically when I do an Astral reading, I will travel (Astral travel) to the person who I'm doing the reading for and give a detailed description of how their astral form appears before me. I will also take a read on how your energy feels to me - this will include my opinion on what I feel is your current strength and what is your current weakness. (Important Note - If you're not comfortable with someone being in your personal space, this may not be the reading for you. I certainly don't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable so I wanted to make sure I mentioned this.)

And lastly, there's going to be a drawing!

On the last day of March, I'll be choosing one person out of everyone who enters to do a Reverse Adoption for. This RA will be free for the winner and here's how you can win!

- First, you need to be a follower of mine!

- Second, like and reblog this post!

- And finally, as you reblog this, say something encouraging/positive to the person below. :)

I want to thank everyone who's followed me thus far. I hope this event will be fun for everyone who participates. If you have any questions regarding the event, feel free to ask me anytime! Happy Spring everyone!

~Whisper 💙02/25/19💙

#witchy #witches #wicca #witchcraft #tarot readings #tarot cards #tarot #spring event #aura reading #astral reading #pendulum #reverse adoption #witchblr