#thank you for this anon it really made my day HAHA

[ad-hawkeye]

Hi! So, I haven’t been able to read all the asks regarding Artem’s 2nd anniv card so forgive me if I end up repeating some stuff others have said already. I was admittedly excited when i first saw the pv and when the translations came out, and then while I was watching it, I was mostly going “???” I really thought that Artem with the bouquet meant that he caught it during your typical bridal bouquet toss where they mean “oh, you have it so that means you’re going to get married next”, and then he just gets the idea to propose from there. BUT NO. I personally find it to be the worst context??? On one hand, I’m glad that Celestine and Jeremy were so supportive. I just… hate that that’s how the proposal happened. I mean, I don’t know if proposing at someone else’s wedding is a big social taboo everywhere in the world, and I guess it’s okay because the bride and the groom wanted it to happen but… I just wouldn’t have wanted to be in Rosa’s position.

I find it really ironic that both of Artem’s anniversary cards are just so public because he does advise against public romantic gestures in Xmas Partyland, but I thought it was forgivable in the first anniversary because it was preceded by episode four, of his personal story where they’ve heavily implied to each other that they’re both ready for a relationship. This time though, they haven’t even talked about getting married, which threw me off so much because they talk about everything (his birthday SSRs and his recent personal story event on CN)!!! This could have easily been solved if they just… added a scene (flashback or whatever) where they talk about the possibility of getting married and whether or not they’re on the same page. That’s one issue down.

I’m also just miffed that this card doesn’t really tie in with his previous cards. Maybe it’s because Eternal Yearning fed us so much with the red beans and the callback to Entwined Fate, but I was at least hoping that they would do the same in this one. They did a great job characterizing him with so much of the precious Artem-centric content, and they just threw it out the window. To be fair, I do think it was very in character of him to plan the proposal so early on and to go through such an extreme means to avoid making it obvious that he had a plan, and also I think to reassure her through the phone when she was nervous. But other than that??? It just doesn’t make sense for him to be a tad inconsiderate about about proposing and for him to pounce on her like /that/ at the third part.

I just think that narrative wise, it would make more sense that after confirming that she does, in fact want to get married, he proposed instead at Cloudbreak Temple, or the amusement park, or the film center? Then maybe the dialogue can allude to them shouldering each other’s weight for the rest of their lives and finally entwining their fates because of their own efforts, and then maybe they can reference that bit from About Time that he quoted from his first birthday event. Sorry, I’m just thinking out loud here. And then, I don’t know. Maybe they do sleep together after, but it has to be as awkward and earnest as it is steamy instead of… whatever it is that we got.

Sorry for this long rant dnsbs. I just wanted to hop in and say my piece because I do think it was a wasted opportunity that they have this character whose words and actions were husband-coded (if that makes sense???) from the beginning only to do him dirty through this card.

so i've been trying to figure out how to respond to this ask and convey just how much i agree with everything, so i'll settle on this: it feels like someone split me in two and then had the second me send an ask with all of my thoughts on the second anniversary card. i am not even kidding. holy shit anon, this was scary but in the best way ever HAHAHA

like, for anyone stumbling upon this post, give this ask a read, it literally nails everything. not even a single part where i’m like ehh yeah, i guess, just-- pure, full agreement. gonna ramble below.

i’m actually laughing because i thought i was the only one who remembered artem mentioning that in the xmas partyland event?? i’d kill to know the writer breakdown for this game. because i swear the writers for the main story, artem’s personal story + cards, events, and this second anniversary card all feel so different.

and like you say, first anniversary was totally fine because it was not only discussed beforehand, but because the amusement park was a last minute location change to cheer mc up.

this is also what i mean when i say i was even more baffled with the second anni card after watching his newer cn server cards and events. his birthday ssrs and his personal story event are sooo good and have them talk about serious life matters and what the future holds and i just can’t believe ?? they didn’t talk about MARRIAGE? they talked about how their workaholic natures might be the downfall of their future relationship... in the context of helping a married couple.... but they have NEVER talked about marriage? ALRIGHT!

his personal story event also has him mention how his parents want to have dinner with mc, and how mc asks if it’s too soon (after like 8 months of dating might i add, this event dropped in the cn server in march-ish), so he immediately says he can tell his mom not yet. i just. how is this the same guy who sprung a public proposal on her without her knowledge? months later? artemrosa is kinda the “slow paced” relationship of the four boys, so i just............

also totally agree how this second anniversary card felt detached from his other cards. im still working on responding to an anon who asked how i’d want the card to go, and one of my first thoughts was that the proposal had no ties to anything special to them. you mentioning about time made me GASP because i was literally thinking that. i was kinda expecting him to quote it when i watched the card. like a reference to a movie they both love? reference to the beans? ANYTHING. but no???

gosh im sobbing bc ive always loved that line about shouldering each other’s burdens. and that would have fit so well for a proposal.. it was originally said in the context of them being work partners, but now “partner” is taking on a new meaning, and yet. their thoughts on shouldering each others burdens hasnt changed and UHGHHHH WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL ANON!!!

i ALSO agree that artem spending forever planning the proposal and then avoiding eye contact for half a month were like, the two things i liked. it was the one thing that made me think, oh yeah, there’s the artem i know. i just wish it was in better context ugh :((

AND THE THIRD PART OF THE CARD. can i put “as awkward and earnest as it is steamy“ in a frame and put it up on the wall. that’s all i was expecting. seriously. i feel like some ppl have been pissed at me and have been assuming im a prude for disliking the card, or something. but. NO? holy shit, i just wanted it to be in character. artem has always been awkward but endearing, but GENUINE and passionate. i feel like any sort of nsfw would be self explanatory but i guess not??? ughhh im mad again HAHA

#asks #anon #tot spoilers #long post #fifty shades of artem #i'm so deeply tempted to put this in the artem tag but i don't want to risk it ugh #thank you for this anon it really made my day HAHA #i cant believe someone out there has identical takes to me #i was so excited when i first saw the bouquet toss card art and everything and i just.... man.......

[carpisuns]

i love your art! it always brings a smile to my face <3

oh this is so kind 🥺🥺🥺 thank you so much!!

#this was so nice bc I have been really struggling with my art lately #and it’s been hard to make things turn out the way I want and I keep getting frustrated and not liking it #so yeah this is just nice to hear<3 #also it’s just. idk when people say this to me I’m like ??? really ?? 🥺 #cause there are so many really cool art styles/artists out there and my stuff to me is not very standout #I mean I have a good time making things and I’m glad other people like the things I make #I just assume it’s like ‘oh yay my blorbo!!’ rather than like my style specifically haha #which is fine!! like obviously I love my blorbos and I get excited seeing them djdjdj #and I don’t necessarily feel *bad* about having an art style that is less flavorful than others #I like my style (usually haha) #but still it just makes me like !! when someone like my art specifically idk! #it feels special to me #like if the style is nothing to write home about and some people still write home about it djjdd im jusf<3 Aw thanks for including me. #thanks for thinking of me #it’s meaningful to me to know I hold space in people’s thoughts #anyway I’m glad I could make u smile anon 🥺 this made ME smile #and sorry for the uncomfortable tag rambling I’ve been weirdly emotional the past few days most like due to shark week #werewolf time if you will #lmao #anon #ask #nice things

[my-screenshot-dump]

This is silly and excuse my romanticism for a moment--

Ik its a lil screenshop dump, but like, Skyrim is a big comfort game and seeing these screenshots on my dash is such a delight

Ik its mostly que, but imagining you looking at Skyrim in a scenic way looking for the best angles, lighting that might catch your eye to capture and share, its specail to me! Bc i myself am a dope that often stops to look at the sky.

Anyway have a nice day, who ever you are~

You have no idea how happy this made me!

Skyrim is a comfort game for me too (hence so much time spent playing it, hence so many screenshots haha). It's wonderful to hear that I get to bring you some of that joy with my little blog!

Watch the skies, traveler... not for danger, but for pretty clouds <3

#not a screenshot #i hope you too have a nice day‚ dear anon #(i can and will go out of my way to climb halfway up a mountain just for a nice view haha #not that i really need to -- in skyrim it's like anywhere i look there's something beautiful to take pictures of #outdoors at least) #anyway thank you for this! it made my day

[alltimefail-sims]

I know youre okay with people thirsting over your characters but I wanted to tell you that i love your sims in a very asexual way hehe ^.^ . There personalities are lovely and i cant wait to know more about them. I don't have a favorite yet but from the boards you shared I think zoe or beckett will be my favorite! ♡

Awwwwww, hi there friend!!! This ask is very sweet, thank you soooooo much!

I'm just genuinely happy and thankful (and admittedly a little surprised) that anyone cares about my sims at all, but it's always nice to hear that people are enjoying their personalities just as much as they're enjoying their looks. 😉❤️

Zoe and Beckett are kindred spirits - just the warmest, most loving, positive kind of people. They're both exceedingly loyal and actually pretty similar aside from the fact that Zoe is super smart and Beckett is a lovable himbo haha. Once the story is actually out, please let me know if they're still your favorites or if one of the other characters stole your heart!

#Asks like this make my day!! I'm so serious this made me so happy. Thank you for this ask!!! #'Once the story is out' I say with no projected date for its release. But that won't stop me from talking about it damnit!!! #Also I really am okay with the thirst asks lol! I know some people are funny about that but as long as no one is mean or weird I'm cool! #I usually just find them funny but I do appreciate you specifying right off the bat that you're here for their personalities haha ❤️ #atfs ask #anon #gif warning

[rimunagenius]

Good Game

ʚ pairing: Kate Martin x Cheerleader!reader

ʚ word count: 1.3k words

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , otherwise none.

ʚ request: anon ask; “are you down to make a kate martin x cheerleader reader?”

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: here’s another request! i love that you guys are sending requests, and i’m glad that i’m the one you’re choosing to ask to write them! thank you so much for liking what i write, truly unbelievable. Also, I’m making my way through my inbox so from now on, my fics will most likely be request, so feel free to drop some more, but also, please be patient as i continue to do so! enjoy!

"Good job, Martin!" You yelled at you waved your pom poms infront of you, engaging in your cheer, but looking to the side as the Iowa women's basketball team ran down the tunnel for half time.

You gave her the biggest smile, getting one in return. "Thank you!" She grabbed a cup of water and ran down the tunnel following her teammates.

Usually that's how all of your interactions went. A 'good job' or 'you're doing great' here and there. Kate was your favorite on the team. She was tall, pretty, kind, and really damn good at playing ball. What's there not to like about her? You always mentioned her to your cheer friends; they evolved to trying to start up conversations with Kate and bring you into it.

It helped that one of your bestfriends was on the basketball team, too. You and Kylie met on your first day at Iowa University. You two have been inseparable since then.

So every game, you'd get to just a little bit early, hitching a ride with Kylie, and she knew full well why you did it. There was the off chance that you'd talk to Kate. They normally had shoot around, and the cheer team would get there just a half hour later to start warm ups and make sure the music was working.

You valued your time before every home game. That's why Kylie made sure to make you bump into Kate on your way into the big game tonight.

"Hey, Kate!" Kylie shouted to the blonde ahead. She turned around, her long blonde hair twisting as she turned to look at you and Kylie.

"Hey! Oh, Hi!" Kate greeted her teammate, and then greeting you, with a side hug. She was much taller this close than from the sideline to baseline view. Your knees were weak.

"Hey! You excited for tonight?" You beamed, you were also excited for tonight. The big Iowa vs. UConn game for the final four spot.

"Yeah, super. Your cheering tonight?" Kate knew the answer, she just didn't know what to say because you made her nervous. You could tell by the way her cheeks reddened immediately after asking.

"Yeah, I am. That's why I came with Kylie." You turned to point to your friend, only to find she left. You look up ahead and see her walking with Sydney down the hall towards the lockerroom. "Oh, nice." You whispered as you turned back to Kate.

Your cheeks turning pink just by the sheer height difference. "Nice, you're gonna cheer for me right? Your favorite on the team obviously." She bumped your shoulder, making you laugh.

"I will cheer for you, but only out of obligation. Y'know, I didn't get a full ride for nothing." Your sarcasm eliciting a small giggle from the tall blonde.

"Haha, very funny." Kate looked ahead, catching Kylie peak her head out of the lockerroom doorway, immediately blushing harder.

"Kylie's actually my favorite, but i'll make an acception for the cute golden retriever." You smiled up at Kate, tossing a small strand of hair up playfully, her smile widening some more.

"Yay, the cute cheerleader loves me." She bumped your shoulder again, both of you walking into the lockerroom like big grinning idiots. Kylie definitely texts you after you walk out with your headphones she had in her bag, asking how it went.

You walked onto the court, a couple of your teammates here already, smiling at your phone while you told Kylie what happened. You then didn't fail to talk about it all the way until the girls started warms ups. You didn't want to get caught talking about a minor interaction between your literal crush.

"Wait, stop. I think Kate likes you, babe." Your teammate literally stopped you dead in your tracks. You didn't know if you heard that correctly. You hoped you did.

"No, stop it. No she doesn't." You looked over, and sure enough Kate had been looking at you. You both gave eachother a small smile before resuming to your respective duties.

"Girl, she's been looking over here every thirty seconds. Of course she likes you." You smiled softly, thanking the cheer gods that your uniform looked so good on you. Seriously, you were glad you were confident enough to strike up a conversation. She was so pretty you didn't think you'd be able to do it.

"Okay, stop telling me that or that's all i'll think about all night, and I don't want to forget our cheers. Especially the half time performance." You sighed as you walked off the court, to do stationary stretches, while the girls used the full court to do warm up drills.

Now it was your turn to stare. You watched her as she moved in sync with her team. Fully enamored by the way she moved, communicated, and played with her team.

During the game, was no different. You’d watch her play, literally just watched her. Something about her was just so intriguing. You couldn’t look away.

She’d look to you, smile and continue to play her game. She would try and hide the smile when she heard you scream ‘let’s go 20’ and hasn’t stopped thinking about it. She thought about it all the way through the second half, and completely into half time.

She wished she could watch the halftime performance, wanting to watch you do your thing, in that pretty uniform, the skirt that fit you perfectly. You two had seemed to be totally enamored with eachother it was driving you both nuts.

After the game, the team went into the tunnel, for the normal post game talk. You were nervous to sit in, Coach Bluder allowing you to sit and listen since Kylie was your ride and you were just minding your own business. The lockerroom was fairly big, you finding a spot infront of a locker, scrolling through tiktok with your headphones on. You hadn’t known the huddle was over until someone was approaching you.

Looking up, you met the perfect blue eyes yet again. You looked up and saw you were sitting at her locker. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll just—“ You started talking and got up when she had already reached for her towel on the top shelf. Your bodies were pressed against eachother, eyes looking into the others, your breath mixing together.

“Oh..uh. Sorry!” Kate said, sidestepping to let you pass. Both your cheeks were red and demeanor suddenly timid and bashful. The things you two did to eachother.

You neeed her number.

She needed your number.

You then stood by Kylie’s locker, waiting for her to finish up, her opting to shower at her home, and then before walking out, you turned around and walked up to Kate. You didn’t know if it was the confidence of Iowa winning the game, the adrenaline running super high. But either way, you were doing it.

It was now or never. You liked her, and wanted to talk to her longer than short conversations before and after games. Getting closer, you tapped her on her shoulder. Her eyes wide, a soft puppy look on her face, god your knees were weak. “Hey!” She smiled as she put her basketball shoes in her bag, sliding her feet into her slides.

“Hey! So, you can totally say no, but I wanted to know if I could get your number?” You smiled nervously at the blonde, her smile growing wider.

“Yeah, of course. Here.” She handed you her phone, letting you type in your number, sending a quick text so you could save her number in your phone. Feeling your phone vibrate, you thank her and handed her her phone back.

Her now standing infront of you, you decided to kiss her cheek. Her face immediately turning a light shade of red. She rubbed the back of her neck softly, before looking down at her feet and then back up to you.

“Good game tonight, Martin.” You turned heel, and walked out the door leaving her absolutely stunned. She could not wait to text you tonight.

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[yayakoishii]

hi! could i request for fluff and comfort with ace? there was this one reddit post i saw abt a guy who rambled abt being so grateful and happy that he's loved by his girlfriend, and the post described how he felt that way when they were having a bath together (nonsexual, i promise! feel free to look the reddit post up). i thought the prompt suited ace so much, esp since the guy in that reddit post mentioned that he cried out of happiness, so maybe smth like this with ace x fem!reader?

ofc, feel free to skip if it makes u uncomfy ^^

~ ♠️ anon

shower me in your love | Ace x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

Warning(s): Nudity (non-sexual)

A/n: I loved this idea so much anon, I was so excited to write it for so long TT but post-exam creativity block really hit hard so this is a bit later than I had hoped to put out. Also, you asked for fem!reader but I think this fic never specified any body parts or pronouns at any point, so it ended up gender neutral haha... This is my first time attempting to write Ace, so please forgive any oocness ><

Please do not ask me the mechanics of a bathtub on a pirate ship and let's just pretend that can work out because the sea is on my side, 'kay? I hope you enjoy ♡ and thank you for the request!

also available on ao3!

The sun had dipped beneath the horizon but the sky was still clinging onto a fading orange. Above him, it was already starting to look like a dark midnight blue mixing into violet. Ace's shoulders slouched, the tension seeping out as he made his way to his sleeping quarters. The day had been hectic, and even the usually energised division commander was feeling a bit exhausted.

Ace couldn't wait to drop into his bed and fall asleep but the plan went out the window when he opened his door to find you sitting on his bed, your back to him.

"Hey," he called out, making you snap your neck around. Just the sight of your bright smile got a little more tension out of him. You bounced up to him, hands immediately coming up to cradle his face. You pulled him into a soft kiss and Ace exhaled slowly, pressing his body into your own soft one.

Out of the two of you, Ace was definitely the one with the higher body temperature but somehow, when you hugged, he couldn't help but feel that you were more… warmer. It was a different sort of warmth than physical– more emotional, he supposed. You felt a little bit like coming home, like coming to a fireplace after a day out in the snow.

"Hey," you said quietly, pulling back just enough to admire his face. He didn't have to say anything; he could see the understanding on your face with just one glance. "It's been an exhausting day, huh?"

"Mm," he didn't feel like talking about it, instead opting to drop his head on your shoulder. Ace pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, taking the familiar light scent of you. You giggled at the sensation, playfully pushing him without any real strength to it.

"That tickles!"

"You smell amazing," he whispered. You blushed, pushing at him with a bit more strength now.

"I'm sweaty, what do you mean?" You huffed out another short laugh. "And so are you, mister. C'mon, how about a nice hot bath, hm? I already set it up for the both of us while waiting."

Ace finally pulled away, looking at you with the softest expression. This time, he was the one to cradle your face in his hands. Pressing a light kiss on your forehead, he murmured a quiet admission of love. Gentle hands guided him toward the bathroom, shutting the doors behind him. Ace stood there as you removed his clothes and accessories with somewhat practised hands. When the both of you were undressed, you pulled him into the bathtub and sat down in between his legs.

This close, you could feel that Ace was running warmer than even the hot water around you. He quickly pressed a peck on the tip of your nose to surprise you, then grabbed the bottle of shampoo and soap to start but you stopped him. You took the shampoo out of his hands and smiled warmly when he looked at you with curiosity.

"How about I wash you today?" There was a hint of shyness in your voice, along with a sparkling in your eyes. Ace just nodded dumbfoundedly, watching you carefully squeeze out some of the shampoo into your hands. "Alright, stay still, I'll go sit behind you."

You stood up, the water splashing a bit as you carefully manoeuvred around to sit on the edge of the tub that was attached to the wall. Ace let your free hand guide his frame in between your legs and waited for a few seconds.

The moment your shampoo lathered finger dipped into his hair, he felt boneless. You weren't even doing much, just carding your fingers and working out the tangles as you ensured that the shampoo properly washed the roots and the tips, but it felt so good.

Ace couldn't really remember the last time someone touched him with such gentleness, such care and love. (He couldn't even remember who would have touched him like that the last time. Was it his mother?) You hummed a song he had heard you singing in passing, as you pressed your fingers into his scalp for a slight massage.

Another shaky exhale left his mouth along with the last remaining tension in his shoulders. Ace closed his eyes. With a soft hum, he pressed his head back into your stomach, heart singing at the sound of your giggle echoing in the small bathroom.

"Hey!" You said indignantly, pushing at his foam covered head. "Don't put your shampoo on my stomach."

It made Ace smile and he obliged, leaning his head away. You didn't touch him for a few minutes and he cracked his eyes open to look around at you, to find that you were shampooing your own hair now. You slid down into the tub and he made some space between the wall and him so you could sit properly. Once you were done, you wiped off the foam on your hand and switched to the soap.

"Alright, c'mere, my big baby," you grunted, trying to pull him by his arm. He blinked then let you pull him into the position you wanted. And then you are sitting in his lap, soap being lathered onto his skin with diligent hands. He didn't say anything and just stared quietly at you from the close proximity.

Normally, having you in his lap would get him a little… excited, but today, the action was so non-sexual and domestic, it seemed to hurt. Every movement and word you had said felt mind-numbingly relaxing. Half a year ago, if someone had suggested he would be in this position with you, he would have laughed and called them to get their marbles checked.

Right now though, he couldn't believe his own luck as your fingers dragged over him with a gentleness he had yet to experience from elsewhere. He was strong. Everyone knew that. You knew that. But even knowing that, you always touched him so softly, so gently, that it made him feel like he was made out of fragile brittle glass.

He kinda liked it.

To be vulnerable in front of you only was something he could agree to. No one had ever been this patient and loving towards him, and the fact that he loved you too much to even put it into words crashed around inside him as he watched you soap yourself up.

You were beautiful, obviously. He had to be blind to not notice how gorgeous you were. But sometimes, he couldn't help but think that your real beauty lies in how you just fit in with everyone so well. You were understanding, you were kind and you were there whenever anyone needed you. You were there when Ace needed you. And even though you were there for him, silently understanding what he needed, you never expected anything back for it. It was purely an act of love.

He wasn't talking much like usual today, but you didn't say anything about it. You only continued in your actions, washing away the soap and the shampoo with the water. Ace continued to stare at you, wondering if you were really real.

You were so good to him. He remembered when Marco had mentioned after you announced your relationship that you were good for him. He hadn't really understood the depth of that sentence until now. Until this moment, sitting in his bathtub that was definitely not made for two people, as you washed him even though he was a grown adult who could do it himself.

And it wasn't really about the ability to do it, was it? It was more about the feelings and the thoughts behind the action– it was about the care you felt. Of course you knew he could do it– but you wanted to do it for him anyway because you loved him.

You loved him so much, he couldn't help but feel thoroughly loved and blessed. You, who could have fallen in love with anyone, had fallen in love with him. On his down days, he couldn't help but think that you deserved better than him. Right now though, he couldn't think of anything else but the fact that he was so grateful that you chose him out of everyone.

Whatever made you choose him– he would forever be grateful to it. You were the best thing to happen to him.

"Ace?" Your concerned voice startled him out of his thoughts, and he looked at you. You were done cleaning off both of you, but you were back in his lap. Familiar hands came up to wipe away what Ace realised were tears streaming down his face. He felt a little mortified that he cried over something so small but, like always, it was like you could read his mind. "It's not insignificant if it makes you feel something so strong. Just let it out, hm?"

He didn't really need your 'permission', but the moment you said that, his body seemed to take it as the cue to cry even more. Warm tears rolled down his cheeks and he felt you guide his face into the crook of your neck– you knew he felt embarrassed about crying in front of you. You just did it to let him save face; you let him hide his face in your embrace.

Ace sobbed into your neck, body shaking as he felt your fingers card through his hair and draw hearts into his back, over his tattoo. The two of you stayed like that for a while until the tears finally stopped.

"Let's dry up?" Your eyes were soft as you helped him stand up and out of the bathtub. "And then we can cuddle in bed all night. How does that sound?"

You didn't need to say it out loud to let him know how you felt. Ace watched you wrap a towel around him and then yourself, the unspoken words lingering in the air alongside the steam.

"Sounds amazing."

I love you too.

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[sansaorgana]

Hi! It's anon from the period thoughts hehe! I think you're spot on with all of that! Thank you :) Any chance you can do a fic with it?

Gale w/a girlfriend or wife that's having awful period cramps/day?

hiii 😘 guess who started her period today? ME 🤣 when I realised this request is next in the line to be written I laughed 😛 because it's something I'm going through at the moment, I got a bit carried away and it's quite long for a cute little fic like that haha 🥰

I have about 10 MOTA requests to write in my inbox 😅 so please, go easy with them for a while 👉🏻👈🏻 especially that requests for Feyd are open now, too 🤩

You were laying on the couch under a blanket, mindlessly watching the TV with your eyes hazy from the painkiller you had taken. Unfortunately, it wasn’t working for the pain but it was making you feel even more dazed out.

When you heard the front door opening, you sensed the feeling of guilt forming a knot in your stomach. Buck was coming back home after work and not only his house hadn’t been cleaned but also there was no dinner waiting for him on the table. You hoped he’d survive on the sandwiches but you felt bad for him.

“I’m back!” He announced his arrival but you didn’t move. You simply couldn’t.

You heard him undressing and taking his shoes off before peeking into the living room and looking at the TV.

“You’re watching this?” He asked surprised. Well, the program was stupid as hell and you were aware of it.

“I don’t want to but I can’t move to turn it off,” you admitted in a raspy, tired voice.

“Are you okay?” Buck furrowed his brows and approached the TV. He crouched down and turned it off.

“Thank you, it was starting to give me a migraine,” you admitted with a sigh.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He turned around to face you. 

“I’m sorry, I have those days,” you explained.

“What days, love?”

“Ugh…” You winced at one of the cramps. “Code red, Gale. Those days,” you specified.

“Oh,” he straightened himself and put his hands on his hips, getting visibly awkward. “What can I do for you? Does it hurt a lot?”

“Yes, it does. Just leave me here alone…” You mumbled. “And don’t get angry at me because I haven’t done anything around the house. Haven’t cooked anything either,” you lowered your voice, a little scared of his reaction.

You didn’t expect your husband to be angry about such a thing. He was not like most men. But he still could get a little frustrated and irritated. You wouldn’t blame him for that but it would still feel awful to disappoint him like that.

“Hey, you don’t feel good, it’s fine,” Buck only said. “I can make myself sandwiches,” he shrugged his arms. “Have you eaten anything?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Not really, no,” you answered. “I took a painkiller but it’s not helping. It made me hazy, though.”

Buck stood there in silence for a while, looking as if he was thinking intensely about something.

“I have an idea,” he said finally. “Are you allowed to take baths in your state?” He asked and you laughed at him.

“Jesus, Gale, can you imagine not being allowed to take a bath when you’re bleeding for a few days straight?” You asked and he blushed adorably. It was quite cute how he was feeling uncomfortable with the subject of periods and how little he did know about them… yet, he still tried to help.

“Let’s run you a bath then,” he nodded.

“Gale, please…” You sighed. “Baby, you’re tired after work. Just make yourself sandwiches and get some rest, too,” you tried to stop him.

“I’m fine,” he assured you. “Come,” he approached you and picked you up bridal style with the blanket still around you. You squeezed it in your fist so it wouldn’t fall down and let him carry you to the bathroom upstairs.

Buck sat you carefully on the closed toilet seat and turned the faucet on to fill the bathtub with the warm water. He opened one of the drawers of your bathroom cabinet and hummed to himself.

“What kind of bath do you want?” He asked, unsurely.

“What do you mean by that?” You leaned back, resting your head on the cold bathroom tiles.

“You have all sorts of things here… Rose, lavender, vanilla…” He read the words on the bottles of your bath oils.

“Lavender helps,” you told him and Buck nodded his head.

He took the bottle out and you watched him carefully tilting it above the bathtub… only to pour half of it inside the water. You gasped.

“What?” He turned his head around, startled by the sound leaving your mouth.

“You’re supposed to add a few drops…” You sighed, too tired to get annoyed. Also, getting annoyed when he was trying so hard to help you would be simply unfair.

“I’m sorry… Should I run another bath now?” He asked.

“Don’t be crazy. You’ve no idea how much money you’ve just poured down there,” you let out a tired chuckle.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Buck closed the lid and put the bottle back in the drawer. “But is it safe to bathe in it now?”

“Only one way to find out, is it?” You shrugged your arms.

Buck approached you to help you stand up but you shook your head.

“No, no,” you stood up by yourself on shaky legs. “I don’t… I don’t want you to see…” You explained shyly.

“It’s just some blood, I can handle it, baby,” he assured you but he was blushing again.

“Please, just leave me here and go downstairs to eat something,” you told him. “I’ll be fine.”

“Actually, I’ll go to the store,” he stated. “I’ll buy us some proper dinner and I’ll be back in twenty minutes. You won’t drown in the meantime, will you?”

“Don’t be daft, I’m not a baby,” you smiled at him and he nodded.

Buck left the bathroom and when you were left alone there, you allowed the blanket to fall down on the floor. Then you got rid of the rest of the clothes and went inside the bathtub, sighing out of relief at the feeling of the warm water.

You were sitting there for so long that the water turned cold, however you felt too comfortable to leave. It was Buck’s soft knocking upon the door that made you finally move.

“I’m back. Are you alive there?” He asked through the door.

“Yes, I’m about to leave now,” you answered.

“Alright. I have chicken,” he told you. “Do you want tea?”

“Yes, please.”

You heard his footsteps going downstairs as you watched the water go down the drain before you stood up, grabbed a towel and dried yourself before putting dark underwear, a black nightgown and a robe that you had in the bathroom cabinet. You put the dress and underwear you had been wearing earlier to the laundry bin and picked up the blanket to fold it and take it with you downstairs to put it back in the living room.

You felt so much better after your bath, you had to admit it. Your hair was wet but you didn’t bother with drying it. It was around six in the evening and you already looked like you were about to go to sleep but you knew that Buck wouldn’t mind that at all.

And indeed, when you walked inside the kitchen, he didn’t even ask about it nor furrowed his brows at your nighttime attire. There was a chicken with mashed potatoes and a salad on the table already, alongside the tea he had made for you.

“I bought more of that lavender oil so you don’t run out of it,” Buck pointed at the unpacked groceries on the kitchen counter. “And something sweet for you,” he added. “The lady at the store was nosy, she asked me why I was buying chicken for dinner and was my wife sick so I told her the truth and she told me women like sweets when they have… those days,” his cheeks turned pink as he moved the chair for you and you sat down with a smile.

“She was right,” you told him. 

“Oh, good, for a while I was scared she just wanted to swindle me to spend more money,” Buck chuckled and took a seat in front of you. “So, after all, she was helpful.”

“Yeah, I know what nosy lady you’re talking about,” you nodded at him. “She’s annoying but she’s also sweet. Hard to explain,” you giggled.

“And how do you feel now?”

“I feel much better, thank you,” you nodded and reached your hand out to caress his and give it a light squeeze before you both started to eat the chicken.

Buck was telling you about his day at work and you were listening with a slight smile. You would usually comment and ask questions or gasp at some things, demanding to know more gossip. But today you were just nodding your head and smiling, still listening but less attentively.

“I’m sorry, perhaps you’d rather eat in silence. You’ve mentioned getting a migraine before,” Buck shut his mouth suddenly.

“I would have told you if I wanted you to be quiet, baby. It’s fine,” you assured him. “And the migraine is gone now. The bath really helped me.”

“Well… I think I’ve already said everything anyway,” he laughed and stood up to get the empty plates from the table to put them in the sink. “I will wash them and you go upstairs and lay in bed. I’ll bring you the dessert when I’m done.”

“You’re absolutely the sweetest, you know that?” You asked him. 

“I’m only taking care of you, darling. Like husbands do. You take care of me, too. Every day,” he looked like he didn’t understand why you were so grateful and it was making him even more special.

And he didn’t even know.

You wondered if his heart was truly so pure that he had no idea how other men could treat their wives. Whenever someone would mention some dreadful story of this sort, Buck would always widen his eyes as if he found it hard to believe. Perhaps he was truly that innocent and oblivious. Or he just couldn’t imagine being so cruel. Either way, he was a gem.

“I just love you so much,” you whispered, getting emotional. Most likely from the hormones.

“I love you, too,” he answered, a bit surprised. “Go upstairs, baby. Do you want me to carry you?”

“No, I will manage,” you stood up and kissed his cheek before leaving the kitchen.

In fact, you’d love him to carry you. But you didn’t want to bother him too much. So you just went to the bedroom and then you sighed at the sight of the freshly put white sheets. You had changed them in the morning, stupidly forgetting about your period coming soon.

With a grunt, you started to take them off. Your moves were slow and when Buck joined you upstairs, you were almost done.

“What are you doing?” He widened his eyes and put the tray he had been holding in his hands down on the vanity table.

“I put them on this morning but I have to change them now. I don’t want to stain them with blood,” you explained.

“You should have waited for me, I’ll do that,” Buck approached you and took the sheets from your hands. “Give that to me.”

“Buck, you’re a sweetheart, but I’m not dying or sick. I can do that, really,” you tried to assure him. “It’s not like it’s my first time having those days,” you explained, carefully avoiding the word period around him because you could only imagine how uncomfortable it would make him feel.

“You can help,” he agreed. “Give me the sheets you want me to put on,” he pointed to the wardrobe with his chin and you rolled your eyes before opening it and handing him the dark navy blue sheets. He gave you back the white ones and you folded them before putting them back.

When the bed was made, you sat under the cover and rested on the pillow. Your husband placed the tray in front of you and you smiled at the sight of a cake and some ice cream.

“Is it alright?” Buck asked.

“Yes, yes, it is,” you nodded with a smile and started to eat.

“By the way, I’m totally getting you a dishwasher,” he sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed and caressed your wet hair.

“Are you crazy? They're expensive!” You protested.

“But it’s going to make your life easier,” Buck pinched your cheek playfully. “You can’t say no, by the way, I’ve already made my decision.”

You didn’t say anything then and just finished eating as he watched you with admiration in his eyes. You offered him a few bites and he agreed to take them but most of the dessert was yours to eat on your own. When you were finished, you laid down, ready to take a nap. Buck took the tray from the bed and leaned in to place a kiss upon your forehead.

“Sweet dreams, baby,” he whispered softly.

“Well, then, my dreams better be of you,” you smiled at him lovingly, “if you want them to be sweet.”

Buck winked at you and went back downstairs to take the tray down. You were starting to fall asleep by the time he was back to lay down next to you and hold you close, making you feel loved and taken care of.

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#sansaorgana: Answered #lovely anons #*buck #lilysfiction #austin butler x reader #gale cleven x reader

[duchess-kyuupid]

So I had an idea, what if reader was the magicless student and didn't feel like going home because they knew they were dead in their old world?

So one day a friend asks, "What do you think you'd do if you got back home?"

And reader just replies nonchalantly with a straight face with, "Probably lie in a coffin six feet under."

The friend thinks they are joking but little do they know...

Could it be with Ace and whoever else you'd think best fit the scenario? Thanks! <3

Hello anon! Sorry this literally took forever (-ω-、) At first I had a hard time trying to figure out how to put it all together and who to do lmao I think I ended up doing pretty good, if I do say so myself (maybe a little bit overboard as it went on, though? Like the request looks like it's supposed to at least be a little bit funny but my brain says 'haha sad reader go brrr') Either way, I hope that you enjoy, darling <333

~ "I'm probably never going back." With Ace, Kalim, and Grim ~

[Angst to fluff, Platonic Grim, Gn! reader]

Ace

"So," Ace started, munching on his sandwich, "What d'ya go to the Headmaster for this time? You get stuck with another random job again?" he asks with a sinister innocent smile on his face as he eyes your own lunch.

"Actually, we were discussing the prospects of me going home," you stated nonchalantly, casually sliding your plate of food closer to yourself, knowing full well that Ace really only started this conversation to get you distracted so that he could get at your cherry pie (which the chefs had made specifically for you, as a thanks for helping keep the fireplaces warm over winter break).

Now, while you had certainly noticed that Ace was after your food (you were used to it already, after dealing with Grim after all of this time), you had failed to notice the way that Ace's smile fell off of his face for the faintest moment after he heard the words 'home' leaving your mouth, but he was quick to regain his notorious smile before you could see his disappointment. And in an act to tease you a bit (and to rid himself of the unknown feelings bubbling in the pit of his stomach), he brazenly chuckles and states without thinking,

"Ha, I bet that old man probably told you to give it up. Like, what would you even do if you got back home?" Without a second beat you tell him with a straight face,

"I'd probably just be six-feet under."

"Right?" Ace agrees with a hearty chuckle. And he sees that you still for a second, lowering your head and taking a deep breath for a moment. In that quick moment of you losing concentration, Ace swipes the last remaining bite of your cherry pie with a cheeky smirk.

"So that's why I'm probably never going back," you clear your throat and look at Ace with a sad smile, tears brimming your eyes. And suddenly, Ace feels really, really guilty. He was just trying to lighten the mood by joking with you...about going home...

Ugh, how could he have messed this up, worse? It's impossible, I tell you! Ace knows that you've just been suddenly thrust into a world that you know nothing about, forced to attend a school where you barely even meet the minimum for the curriculum, and, to make matters even better for you, you're basically forced into doing whatever that Headmaster of the school tells you to, simply because he was just kind enough to let you stay at the school since you hadn't even a penny to your name nor your nonexistent family in this world.

Not only that, but you're also the prefect of this new dorm without any magic at all, and you're supposed to keep an eye on this random cat that nearly ruined the Orientation ceremony. And! You've also got to handle both him and Deuce, also known as the chaos duo to everyone who knows them. And he just stole the last piece of your cherry pie, which was honestly something that you more than deserve after all the shit that you've gone through. We all know that you weren't crying because of him stealing your pie, but this fact really was just the cherry on top of his sundae of regret.

So yeah, just label him as Dumbass #1 in your book, if he isn't already.

And he's not sure why he was surprised to see those tears in your eyes, but he was, and he's ashamed at the fact that he's never noticed how you've felt before. So in a frantic motion to fix things, Ace stands up quickly, saying a quick excuse to you about accidentally leaving something in his last class or something, and excusing himself from the lunch table before you could even react.

~~

You honestly didn't know where he went after he left you at lunch, because he wasn't in any of his classes for the remainder of the day. It was only after classes, as you were walking back to Ramshackle with Grim, that you saw him next. He was standing in front of your front door with a nervous look on his face, but he was dressed quite nicely. Not quite formal attire, but it looked like he was expecting to go somewhere, at the very least. Once he saw you approaching, his face brightened for a moment, with a slight blush cropping up on his cheeks as you ask him what he's been doing all day.

"Well," he starts with a chuckle and his infamous smile, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "I got permission from the Headmaster for us to leave campus for a while, so why don't we go check out some stores at the village nearby? I thought that maybe I'd show you around, since you'd probably beg me to keep you from getting lost anyway... Oh, and don't worry about paying for anything, I have it allll covered." He says that last part with extra emphasis and a more confident smile than before, hoping that that would be the ticket to getting you to agree. Little did he know, you were going to agree even if he wasn't going to buy you anything. And little did you know that one of the biggest reasons why he's decided to do all of this can be explained through one simple sentence: 'I want you to start liking this world more than your own.'

In truth, he'd struck a deal with Azul again in exchange for enough cash to buy whatever you wanted from any store (he's got a lot of work cut out for him in the upcoming future), but shh, you didn't need to know that. It would be all worth it if it means that you can get a chance at starting a normal life here...

And perhaps, maybe one day you might want to start living your new life with him by your side.

Kalim

Oh, Kalim. This epitome of sunshine was sharing everything about his family, his childhood, and his homeland to you with so much enthusiasm that you felt yourself feeling the twang of homesickness starting to erupt in your heart. But of course, this always happens with Kalim, doesn't it? First, he hurt the one who he's always adored as a brother- Jamil, and now, he's hurting you too, all without realizing it. You could never blame him for it, though. His genuine happiness and warmth was something that you looked forward to every day, and most of the time just being around him felt like you were basking in the sun on a cold day.

But, sometimes the warmth that he radiates so fervently starts to feel like too much, as if you were being scorched alive under the unbearable heat of the sun.

"So," Kalim says, taking a moment to catch his breath, "I think that's all of my brothers and sisters, plus all of my extended family too! We're a big family, so I know it's a lot, haha! Say, what's your family like?" he innocently asks with bright, expectant eyes.

And you know that he doesn't mean to do this to you, but you can't deny that right now you felt like his beautiful red eyes were burning themselves into your soul like a branding iron. You don't want to make it sound like you blame him for your predicament or his enthusiasm about his family, so you give him the best smile you can muster and divert the subject to the best of your ability.

"Well, they're really not as important as yours is. Can you tell me more about how the Asim family started out? Your family must have a lot of really interesting history."

"Oh, sure!" Kalim nods happily to your request, forgetting his own question shortly after as he continues in his own rant about his gigantic family and some of the more interesting parts of its history.

At this point, Jamil really couldn't bear to listen to this anymore. He's been quietly watching and listening in on your conversation with Kalim from his seat in the corner of the room, where he was supposed to be 'studying'. Jamil sees that Kalim's doing the same thing to you as what happened to him, and decides to step into your conversation. 'Might as well go ahead and rip the band-aid off before it gets to the point of no return,' Jamil thinks.

"Hey," he begins, cutting Kalim off mid-sentence, "Do you have any sort of plans for when you get to go home? If you can go home?"

And Kalim looks at you with a surprised look on his face at Jamil's question for you because of course you'd want to stay here in Twisted Wonderland with him and everyone else! He'd never thought of the idea that you'd ever want to go back home to your original world, Kalim felt like it was just a given that you'd want to stay even if you had the choice to leave. But now that he thinks about it a little more, he doesn't understand where he even got that idea from to begin with. After all, as someone who cares for his family and his homeland a great deal, he can kindof understand how you might feel after being torn away from all of that without any way of returning.

"Haha, well," you chuckle heartlessly, "I'm probably never going back anyway. I think if I went back home now I'd just be six-feet under or something." Your attempt to lighten the mood with your 'joke' fails when you hear the sound of your own voice saying it. You would be lying to yourself if you tried to claim that, no, your voice wasn't shaky, and that yes, you were completely fine with never seeing your family ever again. Jamil makes a comment that he was going to grab something to drink from the kitchen, leaving you in a moment of silence with Kalim following your rather dark 'joke.'

"Well, what's the harm in trying anyway?" Kalim asks softly, "You never know unless you try! Plus, even if it doesn't work out, at least you can say that you've given it your all, right?"

"That's the FUCKING problem," you snap, "I've BEEN trying to go back home, and nothing's ever working! And there's no way in hell I'm just going to give up and go ~'Well at least I tried'~ when it's my goddamn LIFE on the line here!"

Oh no, you didn't mean to start yelling at Kalim like that... But after hearing his flippant "at least you've given you're all" comment, all of the pent-up emotions just felt like they were going to explode if they were kept inside any longer. You feel bad for suddenly yelling at him, but at the same time, it felt like the water gates have finally opened, and before you knew it, more kept spilling from your mouth.

"I had a normal life back in my world, you know! I had people who cared for me, I had plans for the future that I painstakingly paved the road for for my entire fucking life. Everything that I've done in my life up to this point, it's all become utterly useless now that I've come here," you wailed, tears escaping your eyes as you spoke without constraint, "Can you imagine how it feels to have everything stolen away from you, Kalim? All of the people that I've created my childhood memories with, they're all gone! My scholarships, my college applications, my work experience- nonexistent! Hell, if you want to get into the legalities of it, I technically have never gone to school in my life before attending NRC because I never existed in this world before then." You take a breath to help calm yourself down, but after still feeling the flames of rage bubbling in your lungs, you continue to vent out your feelings.

"Do you know how it feels, Kalim, to have no idea whether the people you love know if you're dead or alive? To have to think about how they would react to my 'death' when I'm still kicking and screaming inside another world?! To have to think about everything that you've been forced to leave behind all of a sudden?" You're basically screaming out your frustrations to the sky now, as you couldn't bear to stare at Kalim as you cried out your miseries, "To have to think about the life you could be leading right now if you weren't dragged to some random world with no knowledge about it's countries, it's history, or even it's most fundamental principles like magic?"

Kalim's staring at you intensely, taking every single word you speak into account. Even as you got to the point where you couldn't speak clearly anymore, when you pushed yourself to where all you could do was sob, snivel, and blubber out your words of woe, Kalim sat there listening to you the whole way through.

At some point during your crying, Kalim pulled you gently into his arms in a tight embrace as he let you continue to let your feelings out. He was going to wait until it was all out before he even tried to say anything (reason one being, because it would be rather rude to interrupt you, and two is because he's been rather notorious for crying when he sees other people cry and he didn't want to make the crying spotlight on him)

When you were finally done, Kalim patted your head soothingly and spoke quietly. His own voice was shaky too, and he was also on the verge of tears just from watching and listening to you.

"I never knew you felt like that, I'm sorry for not realizing it earlier," he says, and just the sound of him trying to keep in his tears breaks your heart to pieces.

Your pain is his pain, your tears are his tears, and your smile is his smile because, even if he doesn't realize it yet, he truly loves you dearly. Kalim knows he can be really, really dense most of the time, which is why he never noticed these pent-up frustrations of yours when they were so obvious to Jamil, but he hopes that you'll forgive him for making you feel even worse.

"It's not your fault, Kalim. I'm not angry at you or anything- I'm sorry for yelling like that," you inhale, "It's just-... It just hurts, you know? Thinking about all of the what-ifs and the could-be's... But the truth is, I've had more fun in the short time that I've been here than in my entire life back home. And most of that's because of you, actually."

"Really?" he asks, a spark of his normal cheer returning to his voice.

"Yes, really. I might not be able to use magic, but it's been something that I've loved learning about since coming here. You know, the very first time you took me on a ride with the magic carpet, and I got to see this whole new world from way high up in the sky, I knew that nothing from my home could beat that experience. I'm going to miss my home, but it's not so bad when I know that you're here."

Oh, look at you- you were the one who just had an emotional breakdown right in front of Kalim, and yet you're the one consoling him! Your sweet words struck through his heart like cupid's arrow, and he internally vows that he will always be someone who brings a smile to your face- that he will do everything that he can to make sure that you're happy.

"Then," he perks up, wiping his face from any stray tears that might have escaped from earlier, "Let's go on another carpet ride together, outside of campus!" He exclaims excitedly, all hints of previous sadness gone from his eyes and voice.

"There's so many places I want to show you, but I think we should look for spots that look like your home! This world is a pretty big place, so I'm sure there must be somewhere that looks similar to yours. Tell me everything about your homeland- If we can't find something like it, then we'll just have to make it ourselves!"

Grim

It was in the midst of winter break that you started to feel more lonely. All of your other friends were gone and spending the holidays with their families, while you were still here at the school with your only company being Grim and the Ramshackle ghosts, who would come and go as they pleased. Everything was just so,, quiet, without the chaos duo Deuce and Ace around. Of course, Grim was almost always up to his own little shenanigans too, but most of the time they were harmless and it was just him entertaining himself with catching mice and such.

The silence of the winter break and the bleakness of the white snow was staring to take a toll on you, and it wasn't helping the fact that you're still experiencing nightmares beyond what you see in the mirror at night (this is not a jab at you, I swear).

For reference, you just had a dream that woke you up in the middle of the night, sweating and gasping for air as you tried to recollect yourself. Of course, you couldn't fall back asleep after what you've just seen, and Grim was still sound asleep in his corner of the bed. Quietly, you move to get up to go get some fresh air outside- not forgetting to bring your jacket with you to the freezing cold weather out there.

And you spent a bit of time in the silence of the night, sitting on the stairs of the front porch of the Ramshackle dorm with a heavy jacket tied to your shoulders, just staring up into the sky. This isn't the first time that this has happened, so you know that looking at the stars would usually help you out in times like these.

'I can see the stars so clearly from here. Back home, the stars would be so dim that most nights you could hardly see them because of all of the lights around.'

'Huh, I wonder what kind of constellations this world has thought up of. That kinda looks almost like a horse, if you look at it sideways.'

'I wonder what kind of galaxy this world is in. The Milky Way was nice and all, but something different could be nice, too.'

Those would be the kind of thoughts that would help calm you down after your nightmares and you'd start feeling sleepy again. You'd go back inside, maybe drink a little bit of water, and then delve underneath the covers of your bed and go to back to sleep.

But this time, though, you could hardly focus on anything else except for the contents of your dream. No matter how intently you stared into the night sky, there was nothing else that you could think of other than, 'It was just so realistic.'

"Hey, hench-human! There you are! 'Was wonderin' where ya went so late at night. Come back in already, you let the fireplace in the room die out and now the whole room's gone cold again," you hear Grim calling out to you from the now open door of the Ramshackle dorm.

"Sorry Grim, I'll be back inside in just a bit, just gimmie a minute, alright?"

"What? You're just gonna sit outside in this cold?" Grim exclaims, "What are ya even doing out here anyway?" And you hear Grim's paws tapping on the old wooden flooring as he scampers his way to you.

"Couldn't sleep, so I went out for some fresh air, that's all."

"Oh yeah? Had another dream about the Great Seven? Or was it that Mickey dude in the mirror again?" He pushes your arms away from your legs and jumps into your lap without another thought. If he was going to wait for you to get up and relight the fireplace, he was at least going to wait somewhere that's nice and warm- your lap.

"Actually," you clear your throat, "not this time, no."

"Then what's up?" And he just said it so casually, like either he knew that something was bothering you and he wanted to make the conversation comfortable enough to talk about it- that or he's just completely unable to read a room (which was honestly the more likely option). Either way, it made you pause for a moment, to think about whether you wanted to answer his question honestly or make up some sort of lie about it.

"I'm thinking about whether I should just go ahead and tell Crowley to give up on looking for my way back home," you admit, deciding on telling him half-truths for now. But your comment caught him off guard, and he looks back at you with surprise. "Huh, why would ya do that?" he asks.

"Well, I mean I'd probably just be lying six feet under if I do manage to go back, so what's the point in having Crowley waste his time on this? Besides, he's been using it as an excuse to make me us do all of his dirty work for him, and I don't want to be indebted to him anymore than I already am."

"Well, I guess that does make sense, but still, haven't you been wantin' to go home this whole time? What's with you givin' up now?" he grumbles.

"Awe, I had no idea that you hated me this much," you joke, "To think, that even my closest friend even wants me gone from this world! Oh, woe is me!"

"Hey, you know it ain't like that, henchman!" Grim pushes you playfully, "I'll have you know that, unlike SOME people, I care about my minions. If ya wanna go home, then you should keep tryin' to find a way back, especially if there's someone else doin' all the work for you."

"That's sweet of you to say, but I'm probably never going back."

"What makes you so sure?" And you don't say anything to his question, not for a while. Grim notices your silence and concludes his statement, "Well, if that's what you want, then alright. It just means that you'll be here to see me become the greatest mage in the world!"

"Mhm," you nod sluggishly, and the conversation goes quiet from there. Now, the heavy silence of the winter night fell upon the both of you, the only sounds being the creaking of the old wooden planks of the Ramshackle dorm, the frostbitten wind blowing through the air, and the soft shuffling of you petting through Grim's fur as he sits idly in your lap. The silence didn't bother either of you much, as Grim was nearly falling back to sleep with the soft movements of your hands brushing him and the warmth from your lap keeping the cold at bay. But as time continued to pass, your anxious thoughts started clouding the deep recesses of your mind once again and you felt compelled to speak upon them.

"Grim, I know that you're a monster and everything, but do you know anything about reading a human's pulse?" you speak suddenly, and he flinches awake at your question, rubbing his eyes tiredly as you continue without letting him answer, "You can find your heart rate just by pressing on your wrist, or placing these fingers against your neck, like this." And you demonstrated both actions to him.

"Grim,, I," your voice chokes up, "I can't feel my pulse... Earlier I had another nightmare, and I saw myself dying. In my world... It was so realistic, I..." Tears start erupting from your eyes as you recall the vivid memory, and Grim stares at you with wide eyes as you continue, "When I woke up, I felt like I could still feel the pain. It was so excruciating, I felt like I was going to throw up, so I came out here."

Your body was shivering uncontrollably with how you were trying to keep your tears in as you spoke, and you pull Grim closer to you in a hug close to your chest, "Grim, please tell me. Do you hear anything? Anything at all? Even if you lie to me, please just tell me that you can hear my heartbeat."

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

"I can hear it," Grim states seriously (I mean, after seeing the state you're in, it would be more than a little rude if he wasn't serious), "And I'm not lyin' to ya. It's super cold out here, which is probably why ya can't feel it, but you do have a heartbeat. I promise you, you're alive, right here, with me." He wasn't expecting this, but he tries his best to comfort you, though really he has no idea about what to do or what to say. But as awkward as his words come out as, it still works to help you calm down after a while. He waits until your breathing starts to slow down and your tears have stopped spilling.

"Henchman, I'm startin' to feel hungry for a midnight snack," he states, "I know you're hungry too, so let's go sneak into the cafeteria and see what they've got!" And he leaps off of your lap and looks at you with his bright blue eyes, "We can warm up by its fireplace while we're there too."

As he starts dragging you towards the school, he turns to look at you and he says, "The way I see it, the way you still get hungry or thirsty is how we know that you're still alive. You wouldn't need to eat or sleep if you were dead, like the ghosts, now would'ya? You really need to stop overthinking things like this, givin' me a heart attack when you start cryin' outta nowhere like that..."

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I accidentally wrote a whole mini-story for them, no wonder this request took so long </33 I really hope that you enjoyed reading this, anon! While I did have trouble at the beginning, things started falling into place as I kept writing 👏👏

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Viscera objectica was an eye opener. I used to be very judgmental of things, especially objectum, but reading it was like experiencing it through the eyes of someone who has felt like that, and it really made me change my mind about everything. Even if I think something is “weird”, I remember it isn’t hurting anyone so I just don’t think about it. I feel kinda silly to admit this, as I am lgbt and autistic, but I just feel like a weight has been lifted off my mind. Thank you yugo <3

You warm my heart, anon... It's so nice to feel heard. It is "weird" - I'm not afraid to admit that, haha. But weird isn't always bad. Thank You, anon. For your time and kind words!

I've heard objectum is often associated with autistic individuals. I find that interesting- I definitely check those boxes.

I'm getting less shy about it, I think. Publishing a comic about it and whisking it out into the void is one thing, but discussing it online right in front of people is another thing -a little scary-. I often worry people will judge without hearing my position, and not take me seriously- leaving. I wonder if I should post my little personal excerpt I have at the end of Viscera Objectica. I'm sort of rambling, but that's where my mind is at.

At the end of the day, it's really about me being in love with art itself. Maybe that's the easiest way to put it.

#viscera objectica

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Suffer Pt. 6 | Lucifer x Reader

The first parts! ;) Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4 / Pt. 5

A single anon request and a 56-page Google doc later, this is the last part, my friends. Thanks to everyone who's been so invested in this, this turned into a bigger project than I thought it would lol But! I'm so glad everyone's been enjoying it, and I hope y'all like the ending! I'm sorry for all the cliffhangers along the way haha (not really)

An extra thank you to the anon who requested a simple babysitter fic and ended up inspiring this whole deal!

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It’s almost been a year since you arrived to the hotel. You arrived when the building was in less than pristine condition, and just a few new guests had arrived. It was a few days after you saw Charlie’s interview on the news, that being what brought you in, despite it’s failure. You were just happy to see her face after all that time. Yet, above the cluttered space and the holes in the walls, there was a more malevolent scheme being hatched.

Any soul who might pass the princess’s room would be bombarded by curses, screams, and growls that sounded less than human. So, most the hotel residents decide it best to avoid that corridor. But not our trusty hotelier. His hand reached for the handle, after deciding that making a bold entrance might not be the best idea. His motion was put to a quick halt by a flurry of curses coming from the other side of the door. Alastor didn’t realize Charlie held such a..colorful vocabulary. Despite that, he went on.

He was greeted with a sight that, unfortunately, wasn’t new to him. An intricate web of red thread connected to pins, all scattered across a once pristine wall. It all connects a collage of images, some that he recognized, some that looked like nonsensical scribbles. The view is obstructed by a furiously pacing princess of Hell. Mumbling completely incoherent complaints, she doesn't notice the opening and closing of her bedroom door.

Alastor, being the sadist he is, props his stance with his microphone, his forced smile unmoving. He enjoys the view for a moment before finally clearing his throat to bring her attention to him. She nearly stumbles over her own feet, ready to scold him for materializing into her room, despite the fact that she was just too out of it to see him walk straight in.

“Al! Good! I need another pair of eyes, come here, come here, look!” She approaches him faster than he expects, and he’s ready to reel away, but is unfortunately hooked around the neck with Charlie’s disturbing strength. With an arm around his shoulders, she drags him forward to examine the wall, as if it made sense to anyone other than her. She starts talking nonsense, again. Something about friendship and Heaven, things he never really cared about. Things he usually tuned out whenever they came up. He only seems to partake in the conversation once he heard your name.

“Alastor.. She’s one of our first guests. I honestly can’t believe anyone showed up after that terrible interview I had earlier, I’m worried i’ll mess things up, again! I mean, all of Hell already thinks i’m a joke.. I just- really need this to go well.” Her mood seems to calm, but to a state of despair. Alastor let’s out a symphahetic awe, patting the top of her head.

“Aw, our poor princess. I understand your concern, my dear, this hotel must mean quite a lot to you.” He faines a sympathy that only convinces Charlie because of her state of disarray.

“Of course it does! And she’s already so kind, I’m sure she’s close to redemption! Maybe this will be a quick one! A-and we don’t even know it, right? That has to be it!” She seems to be reassuring herself, only to be met with an unresponsive radio demon. She groans. Dragging her feet as she walks to the edge of bed, She sits down and lets her head fall into her hands. 

“I really need this to work. I’ll do anything for this to work..” It was a quiet mumble, muffled into her palms, but Alastor heard exactly what he wanted to hear. His grin twisted, something Charlie didn’t see, as he sits at her side. He gives her a quick pat to her back, in some form of comfort.

“Charlie, dear, I understand how much this little project means to you.. I do. And I want nothing more than to witness you trying as hard as you can to keep it up.” Even if it fails. Charlie looks up to him, the bags under her eyes suddenly very apparent. “How would you feel about a little deal? Just a small one, no souls on the line, I guarantee.” 

She’s been warned by Vaggie in the past. Actually, his entire reputation is enough to make her uneasy by the idea. but… 

“I-I don’t know. What did you have in mind..?” She asks reluctantly. He let’s out a chuckle that almost sounds sinister.

“Believe it or not, our little guest and I have a bit of a history.” You can barely call it a history. You served him and Rosie on occasion when you were working in cannibal town. “I’d be delighted to oversee her safety and process to redemption! It’s just as you said, she’s already a gem, Heaven is waiting for her, I can feel it. This will be a breeze for the both of us.” His offer comes off as sincere and touching to Charlie. It wasn’t like him to openly mention his relationships with other demons yet, the idea of you having a close friend throughout this process might just be what you’re missing.

“That’s so sweet of you, Alastor, but.. What do you want from me?” She has to ponder a moment before even considering letting this go on any further.

“Well, you’ve given me a roof over my head and.. A tower for my broadcasts.. Hmm..” He taps his chin, as if he’s in thought. “I’m not quite sure I’ll need from you at the moment, since you’ve just been so hospitable already.” He places a hand to her shoulder, the kind words causing her eyes to well with tears a bit in her weakened state.

“There has to be something.. Well, maybe we can both think this over, once I have a clear head.” She sighs her words, standing from the bedside. Alastor takes her hand and brings her to a halt.

“Oh, but I’d love to get to work as soon as possible, if I may be so bold.. I’m not quite sure what you could offer me in this moment… How about we work out the details, later?” He speaks as if he’s coming up with these words on the spot. He’s had this planned since day one, though. Any chance to get a favor from the princess, he’ll take. Charlie turns to him and sees the strange green glow surrounding their hands. She attempts to pull away, but his grasp is tight.

“Well.. I mean…” She’s still hesitant. He watches her rub her eyes. The still relevant exhaustion gives him a bit of hope.

“It’s simple. I’ll do everything in my power to keep our little guest comfortable and on the path to redemption, no acception. In return, I’ll ask of you one single favor when the time comes.” The glow only continues to swell with his words, and it's clearly making her reconsider. “It’s not as serious as you may think, Charlie. Just a favor between friends, really.” Friendship seemed to strike the right tone.

“I guess.. If it’s for the hotel… Okay, Alastor. It’s a deal.”

-

Back to the dreaded fight just a few months later. You're seeing red.

“Charlie! You made a deal with Alastor?? What were you thinking?” You’re scolding her at this point. The situation barely had time to cool down before your worries began to kick in. Her horns and ruby eyes are still present, she hasn’t even had time to calm herself from the previous display. Lucifer is essentially holding you back, a hand across your front as you try to approach her. It hurts you a bit. Does he think you’re some kind of danger to her?

..Are you putting her in danger?

Alastor is still propped on the ground. He holds a hand around his neck, in hopes of soothing the aggressive collar that had materialized around it just moments ago. You’re all keeping your distance from eachother.

“I-I wasn’t! I wasn’t thinking! It was after the interview! You saw it, you know didn’t go well! I-I had all of Hell laughing at me, laughing at the hotel- He was offering help, I have no idea why he’s acting this way, I swear..! I.. I-” Charlie’s demonic features start to recede when she feels a hand on her back. With heavy breaths, she looks over to Lucifer, who was standing by her side now, ready to comfort her. With a small hiccup, she falls into his arms, gripping his shirt tightly as she did. Her head fell to his shoulder, thoroughly staining his vest with her tears.

The room is uncomfortably filled with her silent sobs. Your heart aches too much looking at the touching display between father and daughter, and your guilt from snapping at her is making you fidget. That’s when you got to thinking.

The deal was for Alastor watch over you until you got to Heaven. For him to do anything in his power to keep you on the path to redemption. To prevent any behavior that might stunt that process..

“Oh.. oh, my god. You’ve been buttering me up this whole time.” You turn to face a still recovering Alastor. The realization grabs the attention of both Morningstars, they raise their heads to look towards the commotion. “The gifts, all the time we spent together.. Was because of this deal? Did.. did you ever actually care about me?” You grip at your heart, ready to rip it straight from your chest. He stands, brushing debris from his entirety.

“I doubt you’ll believe me after such a display of violence, but.. Yes. I did enjoy our time together, despite the requisite of being under my protection. It was quite entertaining before it was… tainted.” His hisses out his final words, contrasting the sweetness of it all. Tainted?

He was kind to you as soon as you arrived in the hotel. Despite the drama, you’ve been inseparable since. Things only got convoluted after.. 

“Under your protection..? Is that why you’ve been turning me away from Lucifer?! Fuck- it is! You’ve been playing games with me for months! Getting in my head..! H-How could you..” He hasn’t just been physically keeping the two of you apart. From day one, your mind was manipulated into thinking Lucifer never wanted you.

“Well.. not to defend myself, dear, but I was merely considering your redemption. I believe there’s some sort of sin in worshipping the Devil.” Oh, now he’s just trying to make more trouble.

“Oh, fuck you Al, I don’t worship him, I love him!” Your comical response seems to drive a shocked expression or two towards you. But you’re too upset to elaborate. You want to tear him apart. You want to see him experience as much pain as you’re feeling now. Luckily, you weren’t the only one. In a blur of a movement, Alastor was brought back to the ground with a thud.

A foot to his chest, Charlie has him pinned to the ground. Her fists are clenched, the aura surrounding her creates a suffocating heat.

“You took advantage of me, Alastor. You betrayed my friends, my family.. My trust.” Despite the demonic tones underlying her voice, it still sounds pained. You didn’t know she could do this, but her clenched fists become encased in fire. Just like her fathers’.

You’re surprised to see him lurking behind, but not attacking. After all you’ve seen, you were sure he’d have ripped Alastor’s head off at this point. His eyes widen, a display of fear you werent expecting. You follow his gaze to see Charlie holding a familiar angelic spear to his neck.

You hear an unearthly growl come from her chest, and before you can think, your arm is wrapped around hers. You can feel the resistance, realizing you had stopped her right as she was about to put an end to it all. Put an end to him.

“Charlie! Stop!” You yell out. You have to do it once or twice more, your words not quite reaching her yet. Once she turns to you, her eyes are still dripping with tears. “Charlie, don’t. This isn’t you. You’ll regret it, I know you will.. I know you.” You’re begging her to stop. As you feel the muscles in her arm start to relax, you reach for the spear and pull it gently from her hands. She releases her grasp without a fight.

You usher her off, glancing back to Alastor for a moment to see his wound had reopened from that. He had an obvious slash across his neck. You gulped, realizing how close she was to actually killing him. She places her hand over yours, where your arms are still linked.

Charlie let’s out a sigh, looking to her shaking hands, then clenching her fists. She looks to you, then back to Alastor.

“But.. everything he’s done to you… It’s not right, I’m not sure I can forgive him..” She’s speaking quietly to you.

“Well.. You don’t have to forgive him. But he doesn't deserve to die, Charlie.” You state the obvious and it makes her flinch. “And.. you should let him stay.” You hear a collective What? from the room.

“I know I know.. but… this whole place is about second chances. I.. think he can change. And even though, he is being such a dick right now-” Your voice is cracking, as if you can hardly believe your own words. “-I still believe it. You taught me that.” You smile up to Charlie. After a moment you turn your head to Lucifer, meeting his eyes. He looks more in shock than anyone, almost hurt by your act of mercy. You’re surprised by his expression, not realizing Charlie had slipped from your side to approach Alastor.

“She’s right, you know. I can’t forgive you, Alastor. Not yet, at least.. But you’re welcome to stay here, considering all the help you’ve done for the hotel.” She sounds stern, still not entirely convinced this is the right call.

“Yeah, some help you’ve been, you prick..” Those are the first words Lucifer has muttered in awhile. You approach his side to jab him with your elbow and shush him. Despite your scolding action, your presence only reminds him of your previous confession. He crosses his arms and continues to curse quietly, despite his flushed cheeks. Charlie steps closer to Alastor.

“You’re still here, because of her.” Charlie’s voice goes dark as she gestures to you. “That favor I owe you? Is letting you live. This deal is done, Alastor.” She hisses her words out. The intensity and anger radiating from two of the most powerful creatures in Hell is enough to leave even Alastor a bit weary. He nods, still gripping his wound that has been repeatedly opened these past few days. Other than that, he slinks away with barely a scratch. Lucky him. 

Once he’s out of sight, Charlie let’s out a groan and falls to her knees. With a unison call of her name both you and Lucifer rush to her side. You place a hand on her back, attempting to keep any displaced hair from her face. She leans into Lucifer’s chest, a heartaching sight of sniffles and apologies.

Before long, she seemed to exhaust herself. Curled up to his chest, Lucifer smiles, despite the circumstances of their closeness. He lifts his eyes just slightly to see yours. You look embarrassed. Before he has a chance to question you, you rise from the ground.

“You should take her to bed.” You say in a hushed tone, gripping your arms and making some distance. “She needs some rest after.. all that.”

“Sure, but.. are you-” He speaks just as softly, opening a portal behind him silently.

“I’m fine. I’m-” You let out a sigh, beginning to move towards the stairs. “She needs to rest, Lucifer.” You remind him.

“Oh- Oh.. Right, yeah.” He rises to his feet, effortlessly lifting Charlie into his arms and stepping through the portal. You try to keep moving. You try to not meet his eyes as the portal shuts, but you find yourself unable to go on. Once they’re gone, you cover your mouth, only making your labored breaths worse, but you’re desperate to muffle any cries. You feel yourself wobble in place, before seeing a portal open to your side. It leads to your room.

After stepping through, you silently approach your bed. Your legs suddenly turn led, and you're hitting your bed with a gasp. Your exhaustion is enough to keep your sobs to a minimum at least.

-

The feeling you have when you wake up is worse than any hangover you’ve had. With alcohol you can at least forget your troubles. But on this morning, you can vividly remember the previous night. You sit up, your body aching. You only wonder why for a moment, before realizing you had fallen asleep sideways across your bed, your legs still dangling off the side. You still need sleep.

You remove any uncomfortable clothing or accessories that had pressed marks into your body and return to bed. The right way, this time. Your pillows feel like heaven after all that’s happened. Heaven..

You try your best to sleep, you really do. Your body is essentially begging you to empty your thoughts just for a few more minutes. But your mind is sending you tossing and turning, any times you close your eyes, all you can imagine is everything you've done wrong. Your eyes drift open after trying to force them shut, and your eyes spot the radio on your nightstand. You sit silently for a moment, maybe try to close your eyes again..

Nope.

Before you have a chance to process every movement, you’re opening your door and thoughtlessly throwing the radio outside. You don’t care where it ends up, clearly. You were waiting to hear it break, into multiple pieces hopefully, before shutting your door. You’re met with a startled groan instead. Taking a moment to process that you had thrown an old-timey radio at someone, you stand at your door with a yawn.

The panic hits you. It could’ve been Alastor, assuming he stayed. It could’ve been Charlie, who doesn’t need any more conflict. You could’ve taken out Niffty as far as you know. Swinging the door open, your eyes see the radio first. They’re wrapped in your victim’s arms.

“Good catch.” You let out hoarsly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes to clearly see Lucifer.. It could've been worse. He let’s out a breathless thanks, clearly having the air knocked out of him. You definitely didn’t hold back with that throw. And it wasn’t exactly a lightweight radio.

“Er.. Sorry. I meant to say sorry.” You try to recover, your words are followed by another yawn. You watch him drop the radio into a small portal he conjured below his grip.

“Good morning to you, too. I was, uh.. about to check on charlie, but-” He’s ready for a conversation that you aren’t. You quickly shake your head, pulling your door in.

“Nono, I need some time.. To wake up. I’ll see you around, though.” You didn’t expect him to perk up from his words, but he does. His smile is infectious. You watch him give you a little wave before shutting your door. You lean against it, your smile that you had been presenting to him, leaves you almost immediately.

There’s so much on your mind. You scan your room, memories of Alastor popping up no matter where you looked. Every chat you’ve had in here, every moment you’d call him in for advice for clothes or accessories, all the nights you’d fall asleep listening to his voice. Your eyes stopped at your vanity seat. Draped across the back is a bittersweet sight, your gifted red sweater. You finally rise to your feet, quickly reaching for it and holding it tightly in your hands. You hesitate before bringing it to your nose. You’re not sure why. Why would you want to remind yourself of anything involving him? Did you think that same scent that’s brought you comfort so many times would have the same affect? You give it a shot.

Hesitantly breathing in, you’re immediately reeling back, throwing the sweater down to your ground. Your hand covers your nose, that sickenlingly sweet honey scent now smells like rotten flesh. Like road kill. You need some air. Digging out a different sweater, one you haven’t had to use in months, you decide you just need to walk around for a bit. The hotel was big enough that you could safely avoid any unwanted attention. Plus, you were sure Alastor’s pride was too wounded to freely roam the hotel. And his other wound.. You hope he’s okay.

You groan out loud, mentally cursing yourself for your sympathetic thoughts. You make your way down to the lobby, and are met with a surprisingly clean lounge. You scan the walls that were previously cracked, the carpets that should be stained with blood, then wonder where Vaggie’s suddenly conjured spear might have gone. What would have possessed Charlie to choose such a weapon.. an angelic spear? She didnt really want him dead, did she? She's emotional. And extreme. Like her father. You decide not to question it any further. It’s not like you were upset by the erasure of the previous night's events.

-

A day or two passed. Your mind seemed unwilling to accept the reality you're currently in. You're anxious, and paranoid to any sentence thrown your way. You're constantly looking around corners, checking all parts if your room before locking it for the night. Yet, if someone were to ask what was making you so nervous, you wouldn’t have an answer.

You found yourself taking those little strolls often, though. Keeping your body in motion, with only the sounds of your breathing keeping you company, seemed to clear your mind. It never helped come to terms with any seething pain you felt, but it cleared your mind at the least.

You'd pieced together a few things in the meantime. After passing the bar, where Angel and Husk were chatting, they would smile and wave, ask you join them form a drink, but you’d decline. Neither of them seemed to know about anything. Maybe Niffty cleaned the mess. Maybe Alastor asked her to. Before anyone could see the outcome of his mistakes.

You passed Vaggie in a hall, and she immediately looked concerned. She opened her mouth, an Are you okay? sits on the tip of her tongue. But then she looked at you. Your body only mirrored the fog of your mind, baggy eyed and wrapped in some blanket as you roamed the halls like a damned ghost.

“Hey, um- it's.. it's gonna be-" you held your hand up to her.

“I know. Thank you.” You smile, the action stiff, considering you hadn't used those muscles in awhile. Vaggie knew. That was fair, though. You were glad Charlie had someone to confide with. You walked on after she gave a hesitant goodbye wave.

One night, when your body had taken over and you were wandering aimlessly, you realized where you ended up. Not only were you standing in front of Lucifer's workshop, he had already spotted you through the window on the door. He opened it before you could fully take in your surroundings.

“Hey..” You let out softly. What else are you supposed to say? You didn’t come prepared. You feel embarrassed standing in front of him, realizing how much of a mess you must look. You're not even sure what part of your mind made you end up here.

He doesn't respond at first, another speechless moment letting your mind wander. He opens the door more, offering his space to you. You look at him and he smiles before you shuffle inside. You take in the sight. You haven't actually seen it, considering your circumstances after the hotel was renovated.

“It looks nice in here.” You say quietly, your voice cracking just a bit. You walk through, tracing your fingers along desks and tables, stopping and looking at family photos on occasion. You looked to Lucifer’s smiling face in a picture where he was lovingly holding his wife and daughter. How did you end up like this?

“Oh- um.. thank you, it's more than enough space for me, but, uh.. it's nice.” His voice sounds unfamiliar as it snaps you from your mindset. He moves to his main bench, which is slightly elevated by a platform that connects to the windowed wall. You eventually make your way around, standing near him.

“Are.. you… How are you..?” You listen to him struggle to form such a simple question, and yet you have an equally hard time trying to respond. Obviously, you were crushed. devastated by the betrayal and overwhelmed by everything else.

“I'm okay.” You reply thoughtlessly. It was your go-to answer. You hear a muffled chuckle and look over to him. He's blocking the laughter with his fist in front of his lips. Is he laughing at you?

“Sorry sorry, I just.. know that you're lying. You've done this before, don't forget how much time I've actually spent with you.” You want to scold him for acting so bold, for saying he knows you better than yourself, but..

You're leaning against the table in one moment, and before you know it, you're hoisted to sit on its top. You felt like a relief you didn't realize. Your feet were aching. How long were you walking the in the halls today? The sensation of his hands planted on your waist. to steadily bring you to the counter, lingered after he had removed them.

“I used to see you wandering around back home- at the mansion, I mean. usually after a tough day. But it's been a few days, so I just thought you might be-”

“Why are you so calm?” Your sudden question made him visibly finch. "You were tricked, too, you know. He tore us apart. How can you be handling this so well?” Your voice starts to turn agitated. You weren't sure why you were taking it out on himm, but you both knew in the moment that this was the first time you’ve let any emotion out since the fight.

“It's like some.. malevolent force is constantly tearing us apart. One moment I'm happy, I'm in love, I'm smiling- then the next, you're just gone. and everything else that keeps me sane goes with it.” You feel a flood of tears beginning to well. Tears that you should've been letting out days ago. “Is this some kind of fucking curse? Why can’t things just be easy..? A-Are we just doomed?” You're wiping your face clear, your words becoming sloppy and hoarse.

“Maybe.” Your head lifts to see him, still calm as before, but with a solemn look on his face. “But, we keep finding eachother, right? And all the good times.. they'll stay good, won’t they?” You nod your head reluctantly.

He approaches you, with a hand on your shoulder, he's wiping away tears with the other.

“Honestly? I'm not handling this well at all. You're right, the universe has done nothing but tear us apart and hurt both of us. And I’m just about ready to tear Alastor limb by limb. I want Charlie to be okay.. I want to keep you by my side and never let you out of my sight this time.” You see his emotions range throughout his words, his eyes flashing red for a moment. He calms himself down, running his hand down your arm to hold your hand. You don't resist.

“But, you made some good points back there. And I just thought.. if you're strong enough to let that prick live, after everything, then.. Maybe I-I.. I'm trying to be strong.” He sounds almost embarrassed to admit it, and the comment on your strength leaves you a bit red in the cheeks. “You've always been so strong, darling. I just wish you'd tell me how you're really feeling.. I miss talking to you. Not this.. empty shell.” His words stung and he knew it as soon as they slipped from his lips.

“W-wait, no, I mean..”

“It’s fine, you're not wrong.. Jerk.” You share a little laugh with him, the mood lightening for just a moment. “Lucifer, I'm.. I'm so tired.” You let out weakly. That barely scratches the surface of everything. It's as if your mind was boiling over, with all the thoughts of Alastor turning sour, and the thoughts of redemption suddenly in question, not to mention all those feelings of Lucifer that were repressed until just recently. You want Charlie to be okay. You want things to be normal, but.. you're not quite sure what normal looks like. You wish you could say all this to him.. it’s hard to put it to words. But you're trying. He makes you want to try harder.

You feel a gentle hand holding your cheek, bringing your blurred thoughts to clarity and meeting eyes that left you breathless. When was the last time you've looked in his eyes? A blush forms across his cheeks, your gaze seems to fluster him. He clears his throat, getting his mind back.

“You're not okay. But.. You will be. I promise.” With a wry smile, you let the weight of your head fall into his palm.

Your eyes meet. He leans in and you feel his arms snake around yout waist. Looking back, you're almost embarrassed by the way you leaned towards him, eyes shut, head tilted, your lips just slightly parted. You were startled by the feeling of his head resting on your shoulder. He only pulls you closer after he feels your breath start to deepen, his hands gentle across your back. You finally return his touch, digging your nose into the crook of his neck and gripping tightly at his shirt.

It used to feel like, if you let go, you'll never hold him again. God, how the possibility scares you. But.. it feels a little different this time. You weren’t worried about him disappearing, this time.

You’re so comforted by his presence, you let yourself fully relax to him. You open your eyes just slightly, blinking out some tears that still remained, thoroughly ruining his top. You pull away, meeting his eyes again.

You feel as if you were close to forgetting this side of him, but you recognize this face. You saw it the night you first kissed him. You saw it after seeing him at the hotel for the first time, then when he decided to sweep you off your feet for a little date. You saw it after every little date that followed. You realize he's never stopped looking at you this way.

“I love you, too.”

-

I had to put that worship the devil in there it just made me laugh so sorry if that seemed out of place lol

And not to fear my friends,

I plan on making a little epilogue about how everyone's recovering, and some sweet, yummy, fluffy goodness to top it off.

Again, Thank you all so much for your support! :)

I'll be working on some requests next, and some more vamp Luci! Kind of in love with that guy ngl

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[deerspherestudios]

Hi! I played your game and really, really like it, I am a huge fan of slow burn - combined with Yandere too? That's kinda rare nowadays, haha. Thanks for making it and creating Mychael, I love his design. Two questions: How many days are planned to be playable in the full release?

And

Since in just one day Mychael feels very friendly towards us (according to a post you made with where his feelings are based on a meter) does that mean he's very clingy??? Like, in just one day he feels like our friend. What little effort and words will it take for him to go from crush, to love, to whatever yandere thing he might be??? Like, is he okay??? Should I be worried???

This guy? Clingy? Nahhh. Nothing to worry about, anon :-) 🍄❤️

As for the game, long (!!!) answer below cut: might be spoiler-y might be not.

For context, here's the post mentioned above.

I'm still not sure how many days it will be, but it's definitely ranging between 4-5 days. Granted it'll be a while before the game is finished finished but I think progress will pick up as I complete assets that will be reused. I'm writing Days 2, 3 and 4 simultaneously (anyone who writes can probably relate to wanting a specific thing to happen in the story but dread writing up to it, so I skip around in order to keep my motivation and interest up)

As for relationship progression, slow burn usually means a long time passes before anything develops. But this is a VN and I'm a solo part-time dev so the scope still has to be small 😔 That said!

Mychael, as a person, is quite solitary in nature; he likes being alone and you'll find out why. He does however desire company and he's only realized just how pleasant having someone around can be (hence his reaction for the Bad Endings in Day 1 if you wish to leave/run away)

Although I'm not a fan of the 'you do one (1) nice thing any decent person would do and yandere is already head-over-heels for you' trope, I do have to make use of it but, drip-feed style? You grow closer to Mychael as you hang out with him and do little things that he appreciates. (Honestly I just realized I'm describing the typical visual novel experience just without the yandere beginning-- go! figure!!! /lh)

Example: the first thing that boosts you to immediate friend status is your willingness to accept his physical looks, something that's never happened to him before. (I know my artstyle makes him a yassified pretty boy but imagine genuinely meeting a sentient creature in real life with patchy green skin, a dextrous tail and four blinking pitch black eyes, I think I'd freak too haha) Little things like that mean a lot to him and motivates him to prolong your stay.

In a way, the MC is written to be more kinder and open-minded (at least outside of Bad Ends) than the sweet/sour personalities that come in a VN, so (for narrative AND coding purposes) I can't really diversify it much. I hope that's okay ¯\_(; v ; )_/¯ If Mychael met a more grouchy/mean MC on Day 1 he'd probably not be as attached. He'd just save you, feed you and send you home when you ask hahaha. Of course this will change as he gets to know you better, at that stage he'll be willing to overlook your flaws like any upstanding yandere

Phew this was a lot to dump in an ask but I did wanna explain my vision for the game! I enjoy yandere VNs as an escape fantasy, but it's common they start out with the yan already being invested in you or fall for you too fast!!! if that makes sense. I'm interested in yanderes in the aspect of how love (romantic or otherwise) starts from innocent affection and spirals into dark obsession!!! It's also compelling as to why a character is so devoted to someone, in this situation the MC, and I wanna write the kind of person Mychael would fall for. And personally 'love-at-first-sight' as a reason just doesn't do it for me 💔

(Disclaimer!!! I'm not saying my game is any more original or better than the other wonderful yan VNs in the works, but hopefully with Mychael as a character I can deliver that 'slow-burn-and-yearn' storyline I'd like it to be. As my itchio profile says: I make games I thirst for in secret but are sadly lacking around the internet 💔 )

Thank you for the ask!! :-D

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[bloodynereid]

Jordan li has taken over my mind haha 😂 could I request some jealous Jordan, maybe where reader gets really close with someone and they notice and start to get jealous :)

Thank you!!

Seeds of Jealousy

pairing: jordan li x fem! reader

tw: kissing, alcohol, vought, jealousy, slight rudeness?? idk there really aren't that many

description: jordan li didn't like anyone else flirting with their girl.

a/n: hiii anon sry this took me *checks notes* OVER TWO MONTHS (???) to write, hopefully it was worth the wait haha. i love writing for jealous jordan honestly and they have also taken over my mind. enjoy <3

You and Jordan had been invited to another one of Vought’s events. They liked to show potential investors the rising stars that would one day take over for the current Seven.

The ruffles of your dress pressed against Jordan’s leg as you both walked into the event, arm in arm. Jazz music echoed through the reception hall, as a bunch of rich old people walked around and tried to schmooze their way to a big deal.

“Fuck me.” You said when you realized this would be like every other event. There was a certain appeal to be invited to the Top Five exclusive parties at the beginning, but now it was like Groundhog Day but with events.

It was only vaguely amusing when one of the major Vought shareholders got drunk and started dancing on the bar. Oh good times.

“Come on, darling. It really cannot be that bad.”

“You say that and yet…” Jordan teasingly rolled their eyes and she smiled at you before nodding towards the bar. “Going to get us drinks. Want to try and find a table?”

You hummed in assent before separating from them, in search of an open space which wasn’t close to any of the more annoying investors. You smoothed out the silk of your dress, or rather gown, it was a tad bit excessive for your normal taste, contemplating your next move.

A table was open in the far right, close enough to the stage but far enough away that it was unlikely for the dean to spontaneously call on one of you to make a speech. Unfortunately, it seemed like a person was already sitting there. You could only see the back of his head but he looked young. Well at least he wasn’t balding. So you decided to head over.

“Hi.” You greeted as you pulled out one of the usual event chairs and sat down onto the plush cushion.

“Oh uh hi.” The bluest eyes you had probably ever seen suddenly met yours and an easy smile decorated your face.

“Is it okay if I sit here?”

“Be my guest, honestly I’m happy it’s you instead of one of them.” His voice dropped to a whisper towards the end of his speech before he gestured at the group of investors. You let out a twinkling laugh at his actions which made a smile spread over his face.

“You were like my last resort. My name is Y/N by the way.”

“Hunter.” His blonde curls bounced as he shook your offered hand.

“So… why are you here? I haven’t seen you around campus.”

“You’re a supe?” You recoiled slightly at his question, oh please don’t be one of those people.

“Uh yeah, I-” You cut yourself short when you realized that a giddy smile engulfed his face

“That’s so cool! I'm just an intern.”

“Nice. Are you liking Vought?”

“I guess, I have the meagerest of responsibilities right now so you know…” You hummed and smoothed out the fabric of your dress again. It was starting to become some kind of nervous tick.

“So what are your powers?” Your face lit up the second he asked the question.

“Oh I can manipulate water. Here. May I?” You asked as you gestured to his glass of water.

“Please.” He said as he nudged the glass closer to you.

“Watch this.” You winked and then started to twirl your fingers above the glass. The water started to climb in spiral form before you spread it out flat in the air. Laughing at his awed expression, you let the water drop back into the glass and passed it back to him.

What you didn’t realize was that Jordan had been watching the whole interaction with a growing seed of jealousy in their heart. You looked like you were having the time of your life with some… guy. Jordan suddenly had the vivid image of strangling the blonde idiot clearly appear in her mind.

“Hi, darling.” Jordan drawled out as she walked over to the table and placed the glass of cranberry vodka in front of you.

“Jordan! Look who I met! Jordan, meet Hunter. Hunter, meet my partner Jordan.” Jordan sat down in the seat next to yours and proceeded to stare daggers at the guy sitting in front of them.

“Uh hi, nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Now if you don’t mind I would like to spend some time with my girl.” Jordan said cooly, making Hunter tense up.

“Jord… what’s going on?” You asked as you placed a hand over theirs.

“Oh nothing, just that this guy had the audacity to flirt with my girlfriend.”

“Look… I think I’ll go now, work and stuff.” Hunter said as he cleared his throat, sending you a nervous smile he stood up and walked off.

“What was that for?” You asked, puzzled and slightly pissed off.

“No one gets to flirt with my girlfriend, except me.” Jordan said before pulling you forward and placing a rough kiss on your lips. You let out a slight laugh before easing into him, looping your arms around their shoulders.

“Awww you were getting jealous, you’re so cute.” You said once you pulled apart.

“I am not cute!” Jordan answered, scandalized.

“You are.”

“Am n-” You cut him off by placing another kiss on their lips.

hehe

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[seniaasaysstuff]

hii i was wondering if you do requests, ill leave here this request and if you dont do them or dont like this feel free to ignore this!<3

its sukuna (or characters of your choice) x fem! reader where she gave birth to a baby but sadly it died so she fell into depression and sukuna is worried but tries not to show it much

thank you even for reading this, take care!<3

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️- miscarriage.

Hi anon! This is actually my first request haha. Thank you for the request! I tried to write a happy kind of ending?

Um I hope you like it :D Have a great day<33

SADNESS ; ryomen sukuna.

Sukuna may be considered as someone that didn’t have feelings, a monster, an unnatural freak but he loved you.

The first time he ever laid his eyes on you, sukuna knew you were the one for him.

Even though you were a sickly person, you diligently took care of sukuna when he was wounded. You tried your best to protect him from the villagers. You even went as far as taking a hit that was meant for him.

One day sukuna asked you to leave with him.

You accepted, you didn’t have anyone in the world other than him.

You knew about sukuna being a powerful sorcerer but you always worried about his safety.

Soon sukuna built an estate just for you.

He took great care of you. You never had to worry about a thing. He treated you like a queen.

He courted you and married you like a respectful gentleman.

Everyone in the estate respected you, some even feared you as they believed that you were the only one that could control sukuna.

The estate maids adored you, you treated them so kindly, always greeting them. To them even though you were a sickly person, you always were bubbly, so friendly.They always felt delighted when they saw sukuna sama treat you with devotion because in their eyes you deserved the best.

After a year of your marriage, you felt lonely.

When you noticed the estate maids with their children it made you cry.

You knew you would have great difficulty having kids but you wanted to try having a baby with sukuna. You always envisioned having a child that looked just like sukuna, your husband.

Sukuna vehemently refused as he was worried about your safety. But after your incessant pleas he gave in. He couldn’t handle you and your puppy dog eyes begging him for a baby every day and it worked.

You were finally pregnant. Sukuna got the most sought out doctors for you.

The pregnancy took a toll on you. It was taxing both for your physical and mental health. The morning sickness made you unable to stomach anything and it made you look even more sickly.

While you were walking around one day you felt cramps. They were alarming and it felt like you were dying. You felt something warm trickle down your leg. It felt like blood. You looked down and cried out. You were bleeding.

After hearing you scream, the maids came down rushing. They yelled for the doctor as they ushered you into the room. Sukuna dropped everything as he heard you cry out and ran towards your room.

Pain, all you could feel was pain when the doctor sadly informed you that you had miscarried. You wailed for your lost child.

You never really recovered from your miscarriage. You stopped leaving your room, always sitting in your room looking out of the window sadly. You lost your appetite neither did you have the energy to do anything.

You never really knew it but sukuna cried.

He was so worried for you. He didn’t care for the baby, sure it hurt but you were the only thing that mattered to him.

He did his best to cheer you up. He did not know what to do to make you feel better. He didn’t wish for you to grow distant and fall into depression. So he took you on walks, tried getting you gifts like jewelry, he attempted to make jokes to make you laugh but it didn’t work. Nothing worked.

He was growing even more frightened for you.

If you went on like this you could die and he didn’t want that.

One day sukuna dropped on his knees in front of you. “My love,” he rasped.

“Please let me take care of you. I vow to you that I would do everything in my power to help you. Don’t ignore me please my darling. Kill me if you wish but talk to me. I can’t handle you not talking to me.” His voice cracked. Tears were threatening to fall.

“It was not your fault. Believe me, it wasn’t, curse me all you want but please don’t do this. I can’t do this anymore- seeing you trying to kill yourself.” He let out a tired sigh.

You let out a sob. “I don’t know what to do kuna. I lost our baby.” Sukuna lifted and placed you in his lap. You clutched his kimono and wept against his chest.

“You didn’t lose our baby sweetheart. None of it was your fault. We can always try for another or adopt if you want hm?” He tried to soothe you.

“But-” You trembled. He placed a finger against your lips.

“My love, it's okay.” He assured you.

“It’s okay to miss the baby. But don’t beat yourself up over it.” He murmured.

A few months later you had settled down a bit. You at times felt empty. You didn’t have anything to fill up the void. Sure sukuna tried his best to keep you happy but it wasn’t enough.

“You know what? You wanted a baby to look like me right?” Sukuna barged inside your shared room with his hands behind his back. You were confused. You didn’t know what was going on nor Why he was bringing up babies?

“Here meet Yuji and Mizuho.” He handed you two infants.

“What is the meaning of this?” You shrieked.

“Did you steal someone’s kids?” You shouted. “Look at the children.” He whispered. You looked down and noticed they looked oddly similar to sukuna.

You glanced at him in bewilderment. “I made them with my cursed energy. I knew you wanted children but I couldn’t put you through hell again.” He proudly spoke.

“I know you were planning to name our child Yuji if it was a boy and Mizuho if it was a girl.” He added. Tears were brimming in your eyes. “You did all of this for me?” You stuttered.

“I love you. This was nothing. I’m willing to do anything for you.” He hoarsely spoke. “I know it will not make you forget about the baby nor will it fill the empty void. But I want you to be happy.”

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[lovejosephquinn]

To the anon that requested Joe x Reader and his morning routine comment and an absolutely lovely compliment attached to it, it errored when I went to post, but then when I went back the request had disappeared so I'm posting it as a normal post. GOOD JOB, I SAVED IT ON A DOCUMENT AS I WENT ALONG ISN'T IT.

So, to the person who did request, please lmk if you've seen it because I worked so hard on it for you. 💀

I mean who are you and where did you come from? I'm asking in the best way possible.

This little scenario is perfection. I'll do my best to do make your first smut request amazing & your dream come true 😍

Ngl the same thing went through my head when I heard him say this too HAHA, we're such thirsty bitches bye 💀

Thanks for your request angel and I hope your day was good to x

Warnings: A disgusting amount of smut, filthy talk & the most minimal amount of fluff if you look really closely

Word Count: 2.1k

UNDER 18'S DNI TYSM.

The Best Way To Start Your Day.

The smell of bacon sizzled away, the smell rising through your nostrils as you sipped on your morning coffee, you were lazily mooching round in your boyfriend's shirt, only a couple of buttons done up, so it fell even baggier on your body. You were dancing around to a song on the radio, the summer sun beaming through the window of your flat. When you'd first woke up, Joe wasn't next to you like he had been all night and a note lay on the bedside table 'Nipped out for a run, see you soon sleeping beauty x'. The dream you'd left to come back to the real world was that of Joe firmly placed in-between your legs making you squirm which found you disappointed that it wasn't real or he wasn't still by your side to make it real, that wasn't to say that as soon as he arrived home, that it could potentially be a thing, he'd look a hot mess from the mixed morning warmth and his exercise combined so that made the heat between your legs escalate further.

Joe came through the door exactly the way you'd imagined him to, his black t-shirt clung to his body, little droplets of sweat hanging from his curls and onto his forehead, his cheeks a hint of pink. You bit down on your lip at the possibility of having him right then and there, but you decided to bide your time. Turning to view your man that just radiated perfection, you beamed a smile so sweet.

"Good morning my love, did you sleep well?" Joe made a bee line straight over to you, placed his hands on your hips, your hands automatically placed onto the top of his as he gave you a surprisingly devilish look up and down.

You placed a pleasing kiss to his lips. "I did, I dreamt of you actually, how was your run baby?"

"Oh, you did. I hope I was well behaved. The run was hot, I need to shower in a minute."

You leaned up closer to his face looking directly into his eyes and whispered, pecking softly onto his mouth again, leaning back and taking your bottom lip under your teeth once more "Incredibly."

Joe's eyes became wide, and you almost heard the gulp in his throat, the idea of a shower was less important now, he needed to find out exactly what you'd imagined in your sleep. "What happened in this dream exactly Y/N?"

You turned off the stove, sitting up on the countertop facing your man, spreading your legs apart and revealing yourself a little more to him. "You ate me. Real. Fucking. Good."

The gasp that fell out of his mouth, his face serious now and eyes darting down to the edge of the shirt that exposed your upper thighs, he came closer and closed the gap between your legs.

"D-did you eat b-breakfast a-already?" You choked on your words as Joe pushed your hair to one side and his lips attacked your neck, kissing, nibbling and sucking in all the right places. Stopping but face still buried in the crook of it, Joe hummed "I was going to wait till I got back, but I think I know what I want and it's not that bacon, it's much more fucking tasty."

He stood up fully, gripping your thighs, indenting his fingers into them to get a better hold as he pulled them forward, bringing your body arched to his face and rested your legs onto his shoulders, pulling the shirt up so it was nowhere near where he wanted to be, you leaned your head back against the wall. "Fucking hell, you're already so wet for me baby, dream Joe did good."

His tongue instantly got to work, no messing around. He used the whole length of it to work his way right up your slit, your head fell back even further at the sudden contact, your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned out his name, begging him for more. "I need you to devour me Joe, I need more p-p-lease."

He raised his head to look at you, an already whimpering mess, your thighs were shaking. "I love it when you beg, be patient baby, be a good girl and wait a little longer and then I'm going to tongue fuck your aching cunt so deep, okay?" You nodded rapidly at his words, you didn't want conversation, you wanted his head back down where it belonged at this very moment.

He opened you up with his fingers resting either side, exposing you completely as the edge of his tongue danced circles around your clit, you pushed yourself up higher to make the light teasing more pleasurable. Your hands that gripped the sides of the countertop found themselves clutching at Joe's curls and pushing his head down. "You're such an eager little slut." he purred, latching his mouth straight onto your sensitive bud, sucking hard onto it whilst his tongue continued to wash around it, slurping up every single ounce of your juices that you had to offer.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." You giggled at the irony.

He took one harsher suck against your clit shutting you up and sending your hips bucking into his face and then began to kiss down your pussy, reaching your hole. "But you taste too good."

His tongue circled your entrance at an agonisingly painful speed making you writhe, crying out his name. "Joe. Joe. p-please."

"Please what?"

"Tongue fuck me, just like you did in my dream, just like you promised."

He spat directly onto you as his tongue moved around you once more and then without warning, the muscle dived into your throbbing hole, no space between his face and your pussy as he curled it up, hitting the most delicious, sweet spot inside of you over and over again. You clawed at the top of his head, your legs wrapped shut, thrusting against him to get as much of him as you possibly could. He would quite clearly be suffocating soon, his nose pressed up against your slit, Joe couldn't care less, all he cared about in that instant was giving you the best head of your life.

Your moans filled the entire flat, your stomach was tightening with every lap of Joe's tongue inside of you, his thumb moved its way onto your clit, rubbing erratically. Your whole body was jolting and within the next few seconds the sensitivity began too much for you to handle. "Ohhhhh my g-g-god, I'm going to cum."

Joe's immediate response to that was to force his face as deep he possibly could, as if it wasn't already, gripping his arms tightly around your thighs and pulling you inward as you fell apart. You screamed and jolted at the rush of pleasure that filled you from head to toe, your hole spasming around his tongue that was now at a standstill, staying put whilst he took every drop of your fluid - his mouth was sodden.

Gasping for air when he released his head from your grip, he licked his lips, lowered your still shaking legs and stretching slightly from being in the same position for a while. As he stood up you couldn't help but gawk at the thick bulge outlining his sweatpants.

"Did I make your dream come true, love?" Joe commented as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You already know the answer." You replied, sitting back up straight onto a puddle of Joe's spit and the evidence of your orgasm. "So, my question now is would you like to shower, or would you like to continue this, where I help you sort out that disgustingly huge erection?"

You didn't need to waste your breath a moment further, which he found himself in the same stance as he did earlier, Joe stood in-between your spread legs, taking his hand and pushing the back of your head towards his, leaning down to give you a quick and fierce open-mouthed kiss. His tongue fought yours and all you could taste was you, it was so sexy and alluring.

You broke the kiss, opening your eyes slowly to watch Joe's demanding expression. "Please Y/N."

"Please what?" You giggled, arching an eyebrow at your boyfriend just at the simple irony that he'd asked you the same question when you were right in the middle of desperation a moment before.

"Please touch me, my cock's throbbing for you."

You pushed down at the waist of his sweatpants; he removed them completely and then you pulled his t-shirt up which practically peeled away from his sweaty physique. His cock sprung free, standing tall as you watched, his tip leaking rapidly as your eyes darted back up to his face, his mouth was gaping open slightly, breaths rapid, awaiting your next move.

You spat directly onto the palm of your hand and wrapped your fist around the tip of his cock, lathering his leakage and your spit along the length. "Oh fuck, baby just like that." You'd barely done anything, yet he was submitting so easily to your hand, the torment of eating you out first must have really gotten to him.

You unhurriedly pumped his thick shaft, bringing his foreskin up and down along with it, spitting onto your other hand and reaching down to massage his balls, pulling at them slightly.

"Y/N, yes, f- you know exactly what to do."

And that you did, you knew full well that including his sack in the mix whilst you jerked him or blew him every time drove Joe insane.

Joe was searching for more, in complete distress he crashed his lips onto yours whilst you worked the length, wanking him at a faster pace, while you clutched his balls tightly in your hand. This particular kiss was so sloppy, so damn needy that you felt a moan fall out of your mouth, Joe replied in a groan erupting out of his throat as you began to twist your wrist in circular motions whilst pumping. "Harder, no faster, more baby more."

You bit down onto his lip, insinuating him to shut the fuck up and earning a low whimper. Moving down to his neck, you chaotically kissed around it, leaving a little swollen hickey on the side when you sucked on a sweet spot that he was particularly fond of you touching.

You were working rapidly now, your hand slipping up and down his cock perfectly. His breathing fastened, eyes rolled backwards, and his head fell. "Baby, shit I'm going to cum." You dropped down to your knees before he could reach his end, bringing his cock to face tip downward and opening your mouth below, you felt his eyes come back to you, burning at your stance as you began to pump frantically, in no time he spewed a hefty amount of fluid into your awaiting mouth, Joe's cock twitched slightly, some ejected to your cheek and to ride his orgasm out longer, you took his bell end into your mouth, swallowing what you already had gotten and sucking the rest of his release out of him. In turn making his toes curl underneath and his hands attempt to push your head down, but you refused and remained still. The moan that he let out during the over stimulation was unholy, it almost made your thighs clench together, it was undoubtedly one of your favourite noises.

You let go of his now softening cock, rising back to your feet as Joe cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead in a thank you.

"Holy fucking shit, how did I get so damn lucky?"

"Just wanted to be part of your morning routine is all." You winked subtly at Joe.

"My morning routine?" His brows furrowed, head slightly tilting to one side.

"Yeah, you either eat first or after, then go for your run then you'll go straight for a shower, and I know if you're any longer than 10 minutes then that means you're usually jerking off."

Joe barked a whole chesty laugh, the cheeky smile on his face couldn't have shown anymore that that was the truth.

"Fucking hell, alright FBI. Well, it can always be changed, I'd rather you do it anyway, but now I'm satisfied I'm going to go and take that '10-minute' shower."

You laughed back, wrapping your arms around your sweaty, naked man, but before you could solidify the embrace, he lifted you up off of your feet bridal style. "I've had a better idea; you're coming to shower with me."

"I am?" you teased.

"Yes, and I'm going to add to this morning routine." He implied as he carried you to towards the bathroom.

"And how are you going to do that anymore than we already have, Quinn?"

Joe planted a peck onto your lips, the innocent kiss dismissed by his filthy words. "I'm going to pick you up, push you against the wall and fuck you so hard."

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[darqx]

Some BP/HH/General asks

That mood when you want to share all the things but also want to keep it under wraps for the actual thing haha! Thanks very much anon!

As for your questions, I can't actually be specific cos there's no definitive number I have in mind for either. Basically there are a number of sectors (you can consider them their equivalent of countries - they have less than what we do though), and a number of species of demon of which I've designed about seven of. The ones I've shown before are these guys (and do you think I could find this pic again? No, I had to recreate it cos for the life of me I couldn't remember what ask I'd previously stuck it in lol):

One day when i have enough species and stuff out there I want to make a proper field guide \o/

Thank you very much for the interest! ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ I would actually love to for BP, but before I jump the gun there I have to get the comic out first lol. That being said I have made mini-games before featuring the HH versions and some other characs alas they are all lost at the moment to the sands of Flash becoming obsolete 😩

Me and Gato do still collab sometimes (and send each other Xmas presents)! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

I have been working on one off and on for a while actually! Hopefully I'll have some pages to post next year or so*, I've been doing a bit of thumbnailing recently :D

*that is the plan but i also don't know where people find the time to do anything with a full time job lol.

Hullo! Glad you are enjoying the snippets of BP I've got here and there :D Here is an older ref on Izm back when i first got the idea (at that time i didn't really plan to do anything with it, it was just an AU. Now it's my main project haha. Anyway the ref is a little bit out of date in that regard.)

I used to have a "field guide" which was also made quite a while ago, unfortunately the death of Flash kinda killed it. Here's a screenshot of some relevant info from it though.

That's an interesting one as it's questionable how sentient souls are after removal 🤔 In my mind its only form is the smoke light, it can "see" to some degree and MIGHT be able to talk (but in a very no one can hear them sort of way, a la i have no mouth and i must scream. So i guess it can think "aloud"). The more time passes the less sentience it has.

It could try, though it wouldn't really get anywhere if it's in Rire's collection. He might just eat it lol.

.D: Good with kids, will be fine in all aspects.

Izm: The fun dad however needs a partner that knows what they're doing to ensure the child safety during shenanigans.

Marcus and Zeke: Also would be good parents though might be more helicopter out of protectiveness/worry when first starting out.

Ren: Geek parent very good for homework help. Some Asian parent tendencies eg "ah see, i told you not to do that right? Now you see what happened."

They are similar to our known society for this! So basically, there are some good families out there (eg Zeke - who is a demon - is from a pretty average loving family), and there are some bad families out there who only care about power or having an heir or whatever.

HH Rire is a human. I differentiate between him and Demon Rire because they are two different characters...even though they are also technically the same character lol. You can consider them as alternate universe iterations of a base "Rire" concept.

I actually half jested this in an old comic lol

I am sorry to inform you that a HH webcomic doesn't actually exist 😅 I did a lot of art, animations and one shots (such as the HHJ comics) with them, but nothing actually planned or serialised or anything. Whatever's currently on my DA or here is basically what exists.

Bringing this image back cos it's relevant lol.

You spelled it correct there though! XD

#answer dump #battle priest #hh au #sz #hedonehigh #long post

[starrylothcat]

Prompt request for our sweet boy Echo (or our lovely Captain Rex) ..."I'll do anything you want me to do to you, but you have to say it out loud." 🫠

Oh, Captain

🔥Captain Rex x Fem!Reader One-Shot

Summary: No plot. Just smut. Rex shows you just how much he loves you.

Warnings: NSFW. 18+. Minors DNI. Established relationship, consensual PiV sex, cunnilingus. No super detailed description of reader. 2000-ish words.

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long, dear anon. I had to debate super hard whether to do Rex or Echo, haha. But Rex is my original husband so this is what happened (aka writing yet another self-indulgent smut fic)

Thanks for 100 follows, the Star Wars/Clone Wars/Bad Batch fandom has been such a joy to write for and be part of! Drop me a line, let me know what you think. 😘

This one’s for all the Rex simps 💅

You and Rex rarely had time alone.

He was a busy man, as was expected being the Captain of one of the most successful battalions in the war. But he always made time for you, even if it was just a quick kiss in a dark corner or a sweet word in your ear as you passed one another in a busy hallway.

But tonight was different, you had the time. Rex was given a few days of shore leave, and neither of you wanted to waste a single moment.

Your mind was spinning as Rex pressed his muscled body into yours, sinking you both into the motel bed. Caging you between his arms, he deepened an already loving and passionate kiss.

Rex rolled his still clothed hips against you, his hardening desire rutting deliciously against your already wet core. Your pants and top were already thrown somewhere in the room, leaving you only in your panties. His armor was stacked by the bed, discarded a long while ago.

The feeling of his stiff cock rubbing on you pulled a deep moan from your mouth as pleasure shot up both your spines. “Rex…please.” You begged, wanting to feel more of him as you gently ran your fingers through his buzzed hair. He trailed kisses from the side of your swollen lips, down your jaw, until he was nibbling on a sensitive spot on your neck. The deep ache you had for him intensified, wanting him to fill you up and never let you go.

“Please what…?” He hummed. One of Rex’s hands was now teasing your breast, gently squeezing and kneading as he continued to rut against you, while his other arm held his weight over you.

You whined at his words, his teeth grazing across your collarbone, his stubble against your exposed skin making you shudder.

“What do you want, mesh’la?” You let out another whine as he began to roll your nipple between his fingers, your mind turning to mush.

“I’ll do anything you want me to do to you. But you have to say it out loud.”

His seductive words shot pure arousal to your core, surprised at his alluring order. You threw him a playful look as he lifted his head from your neck. “Is that right, Captain?” You purred, willing to indulge in him.

“Yes,” he mumbled as he switched his hand to your other breast, delivering it the same attention. “Tell me what you want…” His eyes flicked up to yours, his hand still rolling your pert nipple between his fingers, your mind in a haze. Rex was ready to please you, worship you. You were his everything and he wanted to make sure you knew it.

“I want - I want you…” you panted as you tugged at his blacks. “I want these off.”

Rex let out a low chuckle as he lifted himself off you. “Yes, ma’am.” Rex quickly stripped himself of his blacks, leaving him completely naked. You ogled his tanned body, even though you have seen him naked many times before. His chest was peppered with scars, ones that you have memorized twice over, remnants of close calls on the front lines. His cock ready and willling, swollen with craving. You swallowed, wanting nothing more than him inside you, to feel his passion.

Rex climbed back on top of you, but stopped halfway, hovering over your lower half.

“Now what?” He husked, starting to really enjoy the game he had started, a playful gleam in his eyes. “Tell your Captain what to do.”

Rex’s pupils were blown with lust, ready to please you in any way you wanted. You licked your lips, thinking for just a moment, though rational thoughts were long gone in your head. “Touch me.” Your voice a hoarse whisper, your body burning with desire.

“You’ll have to be more specific…” Rex lowered his head between your legs, his warm breath fanning over your still clothed pussy. Rex knew what you wanted, but you needed to say it.

“Touch you where? With what?” His fingers ghosted up your thighs as he pressed light kisses to the inside of your legs.

Rex wanted nothing more than to rip those panties off and feast on your arousal, but he was a patient man. He wanted to hear how much you wanted him. He needed to hear it.

You shifted your hips, wanting him to get on with it already, though you secretly loved his teasing. “Rex…” His name a long sigh from your lips as he gently dragged a thumb over your clothed lips, giving you some of the friction you so desperately wanted.

You bucked against him, hungry for more of his touch as he lazily rubbed his thumb against you.

“I want you to say it, mesh’la.” There was desperation laced in his voice, his own body on fire with anticipation as he awaited your response.

You couldn’t help but smirk, watching how he was trying to hold himself together. You propped yourself up on your elbows, fully looking at him now. He was poised, ready to do whatever you wished of him.

“I want your handsome face between my legs, and I want you to make me cum with just your tongue...” You voice was an octave lower, husky with desire, loving the way his eyes darkened at your demand. “Is that clear enough for you, Captain?”

“Your wish is my command, ma’am.” Rex rumbled, grinning as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs and tossing over his shoulder. You watched as he brought his mouth between your legs, his hands gently but firmly holding your thighs in place. “Just like this?”

Rex pressed his mouth to your pussy, delicately probing his tongue at your entrance, slowly licking up and down your lips.

You threw your head back against the pillow, falling back down fully onto the bed, feeling his tongue work magic between your legs.

“Y-yes, Rex, just like that…!”

He couldn’t help but groan at how wet you already were for him as he began his meal, licking at a steady pace, setting your entire body ablaze.

You gripped the sheets, gasping out a loud curse as your legs shook at his ministrations. “Rex, ahh, please…” Your head lolled against the pillow, your eyes screwed shut in bliss as he licked and sucked at a perfect pace, your entire body feeling like it was boneless.

Your moans spurred him on, his own cock desperate for attention, but not until you were fully satisfied.

Rex increased his pace, his tongue now working at your clit, circling and sucking as your body twitched and shuddered in response, getting closer to release. One of his hands slipped from your thigh and moved to your lower abdomen, keeping you in place as your body trembled more vehemently, your cries and whines becoming louder, feeling your orgasm build with every roll of his tongue. “D-don’t stop…”

“I wouldn’t dream of it...” He purred against you, knowing you were close, needing to hear his name call from your lips as you did so.

He loved you, more than he could ever express in words. You complete him in every sense. Obviously there was more to your relationship than sex, but he longed for these few and far between moments in which he could truly show you just how much he cherished you.

You let out a choked sob of his name, your hands flying to grip the sides of his platinum head as pleasure ripped through your body. Your orgasm washed over you as he continued to lap and hold his tongue against you. He almost came himself at the sounds coming from deep in your chest and the feeling of your body convulsing under his hands and tongue.

Your hands fell from his head, your body beginning to relax as your intense orgasm subsided. Rex lifted his head, gazing at your limp body on the bed, your eyes fluttering open to meet his.

“How was that?” He murmured, wiping your slick off his chin. “A-Amazing, as always.” You couldn’t help but smile as your chest heaved, trying to regain your senses.

Rex felt pride swell in his chest, seeing how blissed out you were from just his mouth, the look of love in your hooded eyes as you came to from your pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Rex muttered as he climbed back on top of you, pressing his throbbing cock against your pussy, gently grinding down, eliciting a groan from both of you.

“Now...” His lips brushed against yours, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. “…what do you want me to do?”

His forehead dropped to yours, stopping himself from slipping into you. “I want you to fuck me until we both can’t think straight.”

That’s all he needed to hear, his body shuddering as he pushed inside your soaked entrance, not wanting you to wait any longer.

He let out a shaky sigh, his eyes meeting yours as he bottomed out, beginning a slow, deliberate pace. “I love you.” Your breathy whisper in his ear melted him as you wrapped your legs around his waist, your fingernails digging in to his defined back muscles. Rex rocked in to you, deeper with every thrust, his movements languid as you savored the sensation of him filling you up.

“I…love you, too.” He responded as his lips caught yours, only you and your devotion existing as he continued his leisurely pace. “Rex…” you groaned against his lips, “I want to ride you.” His honeyed eyes gleamed, and before you could say another word he flipped you both, finding yourself on top of him. “Like I said, love,”he huffed, a slight grin on his face as he ran his hands up your belly to your breasts, giving them each a gratifying squeeze. “I’ll do anything you want.”

You smirked as you pressed your hands down on his chest, beginning to move your body, unhurriedly at first, as he did to you.

Now it was your turn to see him beneath you, watching every twitch and hearing every moan that left his lips as you rode him. You relished seeing him like this, fully relaxed, fully undone.

You loved looking into his captivating eyes that held so much emotion, feeling his powerful shoulders that held too many burdens, hearing his quiet impassioned confessions only meant for your ears. You wished you could run away from it all, be like this forever.

Rex’s hands moved to grip your ass, enjoying the plush handfuls of your flesh against his palms and the view of your body bouncing above him. Maker, he loved you. You were everything he needed. Soft, loving, understanding. You gave him another reason to fight, to ensure a peaceful Galaxy where he could spend the rest of his life with you in moments just like this.

“You feel so amazing…I love you…so much…” he slurred, his hands traveling up from gripping your ass to caressing up and down your back, feeling your warm pussy working his length deliciously. His mind now turning to mush at all the sensations.

You leaned down and brought your lips to his, tasting him deeply. Your tongue explored his mouth as you swallowed eachother’s moans, bouncing faster on top of him, stoking the flame that was growing in both your bellies.

Rex’s hands solidly clutched your waist, careful not to leave any marks as his hips drove up to meet yours. He always felt bad when he left a bruise or accidental hickey, being the gallant man that he was, but you secretly loved it when he did.

Your head was buried in his neck, your body slick with sweat as you climbed your peaks. Rex’s groans were getting louder, taking the form of your name, letting you know he was getting close. You were close too, your thighs quivering with exertions, your hands gripping the sheets around his head, each thrust up into you sending electric shockwaves up and down your body.

“I want you to cum for me Rex, please…” You rasped against his neck, needing to feel his release deep inside you.

“I’m close-so close…” Rex panted out, not able to hold back after hearing your words, feeling your soft walls flutter around his cock as your were reaching your own climax.

Rex’s thrusts became erratic as he let out a gutteral groan of your name, spilling himself deep inside you.

You followed, your own orgasm exploding over you as you chanted his name, both of you drunk with lust and pleasure, your movements slowing as you came down from your highs.

Your thighs now officially jelly, you gave a few last, slow thrusts as the pleasure wore off, leaning down to catch his lips.

Rex wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you down flush on top of him as your body melted into him.

You blinked tears away from the intensity, from the pure adoration Rex had for you. He rubbed his hands up and down your back, nuzzling his face into yours as your bodies relaxed. You slid out of him, rolling off and cuddling to his side, basking in the afterglow.

“Are you still taking orders from me, Captain?” You whispered as you laid your head across his chest. “Of course.” He chuckled as he tightened his embrace around you.

“Always be mine.” You uttered as you sat up to gaze at him, his eyes holding only the utmost reverence and adoration for you. “Only if you promise the same.” Rex kissed you, loving and tender, knowing you had his heart, and that he had yours.

You could feel a slight electric tingle in your body, feeling Rex’s hands begin to wander and gently squeeze at your curves. You giggled as Rex maneuvered over you, kissing all over your cheeks and down your neck.

“Now, I think it’s time for you to return the favor… …if that’s okay with you…” His voice gravelly, the playful gleam back in his eyes. You nipped at his jaw, your burning need re-igniting, excited to give him the same total attention he had just given you.

“Yes, sir. Anything for my Captain.”

@wanderer-six 👀

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