#and he'd tempt demons for the bit

[lover-of-skellies]

I've not seen an AU for it before, but like. Buzzfeed Unsolved AU

Papyrus is Ryan, Sans is Shane

#undertale #undertale au #ig?? #rambles #idk man #i just think it'd be entertaining #paps is the one who gets scared a little more easily #he can be goofy #but also. he doesn’t want demons coming at him #meanwhile sans is the one who doesn't really care about the demons #he's a goofball too #and he'd tempt demons for the bit

[triflesandparsnips]

So I understand that there are Good Omens show fans who have never read Good Omens the book, and that makes me deeply sad because--

Like, there's so much depth to the story being told about humans and humanity and the choice between good and evil -- and how that's actually a false dichotomy whoooops -- WHILE ALSO not really being about Aziraphale and Crowley at all (who are, imo, basically there as embodiments of "Impressive Failures" for the purposes of Theme and also Plot).

BUT IF you want to know why I've shipped them since the book-- here's the moment it happened for wee teenage me:

Wednesday (before the end of the world)

So it's Warlock's birthday party. And there are all these children and security guards and also an angel doing magic tricks while a demon is disguised as a caterer. This bit is basically the same as the show, so hooray.

But as wee me understood the characters up to this point, they were still basically enemies who had been in the field together for way too long and knew each other's moves well enough for the same tempting/thwarting of one another to become kind of boring and repetitive and generally pointless-- particularly once they realized that they could, for instance, just live their (separate!) lives watching humans being weird (Crowley) and seeking various sensory stuff (Aziraphale) while doing the least work necessary to keep their respective bosses off their backs.

The Arrangement was borne not out of hiding a friendship or anything, but instead the realization that sometimes covering for one another would just... cut down on their total overall workload. They were, at best, employees of two different, competitive companies-- though in same kind of department, doing the same kind of work-- who discovered they liked to have lunch at the same deli and that their jobs were sometimes distressingly more similar than either was comfortable with.

SO ANYWAY. BACK TO THAT WEDNESDAY. They're not covering for one another with this whole Antichrist thing-- they're now actively collaborating, and they've acknowledged (mostly) that it's not to cut down on their individual workloads, but rather to preserve their identical-- but not shared (not yet)-- goals of Getting To Continue The Lives On Earth They've Grown To Enjoy.

But like-- still not friends. Not really.

Until Aziraphale fucks up a bit, Warlock accidentally gets hold of a security guard's weapon and starts waving it around, and:

Then someone threw some jelly at Warlock. The boy squeaked, and pulled the trigger of the gun. It was a Magnum .32, CIA issue, gray, mean, heavy, capable of blowing a man away at thirty paces, and leaving nothing more than a red mist, a ghastly mess, and a certain amount of paperwork. Aziraphale blinked. A thin stream of water squirted from the nozzle and soaked Crowley, who had been looking out the window, trying to see if there was a huge black dog in the garden. Aziraphale looked embarrassed. Then a cream cake hit him in the face.

My teenage brain exploded at this moment.

BECAUSE: there is no reason for Aziraphale to do that.

Work-wise: If he got shot, Crowley would get discorporated, but not die-- and anyway, it would happen in such a way that both of them could explain it away easily to their respective sides (and possibly even be commended for it!).

Collaboration-wise: If Crowley had been watching Aziraphale, and if he'd seen Aziraphale have the chance to change the gun but not do it-- then yeah, probably that would've been annoying enough to have warranted some chilly conversations once he came back topside, and therefore, Aziraphale choosing to save Crowley could've been a reasonable, logical choice to keep their working relationship on an even keel until they'd sorted out this Doomsday thing.

But Crowley was looking the other way.

Work-wise, it doesn't make sense-- and secret-collaboration-wise, it doesn't make sense-- and so it is, overall, really weird that Aziraphale saved him.

But his automatic reaction-- in a blink-- is to stop Crowley from getting shot. And he knows it's weird-- he feels embarrassed that his sudden, unthinking reaction is to save his "enemy".

And the final bit is just a couple paragraphs later:

With a gesture, Aziraphale turned the rest of the guns into water pistols as well, and walked out.

SO LOOK: He changed only the pistol about to shoot Crowley. His automatic reaction had nothing to do with saving a party full of humans, many of them children-- nothing to do with Heaven or Hell-- nothing to do with preserving the coworker he needs to stop Armageddon--

It was all to do with saving Crowley. Who may be the enemy, but he's Aziraphale's enemy. And another part of his life on Earth that he's doing all of this just to preserve.

Which may also be, for the first time, the moment he lets himself realize how important Crowley in particular is to him.

...and so anyway, that's how I started shipping these two immortal idiots, and one of many reasons why everyone should read the book.

#good omens #good omens book #versus #good omens tv

[shiplessoceans]

Good Omens S2 Episode 6 confession scene speculation:

Aziraphale didn't respond to the love confession from Crowley because he didn't realise it was one until Crowley mentioned the Nightingale and kissed him.

Allow me to explain.

---

Aziraphale interrupted Crowley to give him the news from Metatron, so when Crowley starts his spiel:

"We've been together a long time, I could always rely on you...we're a group....we've spent our existence pretending we aren't...if Gabriel and Beelzebub can go off together then we can...we don't need heaven/hell they're toxic...you and me whatya say?"

Aziraphale interprets everything Crowley is saying as his rebuttal to the 'good news', not a separate declaration of his feelings.

What Aziraphale just told him shaped Crowley's confession, instead of finally telling Aziraphale how he feels about him, he's now backed into a corner and trying to change Aziraphales mind. Offering to run off with him as the alternative to the Metatron's offer.

The repetition of the phrase: "go off together" from the bandstand fight in season one feels very intentional here. It would be easy for Aziraphale to think 'this is just Crowley's response when the divine plan interferes, he always wants to run away'.

Aziraphale believes that he just needs to make Crowley understand the situation and opportunity that this is and everything will be alright:

"Come with me! To heaven, I can run it, you can be my second in command. We can make a difference!"

Crowley is looking defeated already, in his mind he's bared his soul and Aziraphale is a brick wall. So if he can't tempt the angel into staying with the love he has for him (which Crowley thinks he's declared but he really hasn't), he'll get him to change his mind by evoking something else he loves:

"You can't leave this bookshop."

Aziraphale scoffs fondly. 'Silly demon, you were just suggesting we run off together and abandon it only a moment ago!' He thinks Crowley is trying to 'work' him here and the old serpent might even be selflessly trying to spare the angel the loss of his beloved bookshop in order to restore Crowley and help the world, which would be just like him to be so covertly protective. So Aziraphale reassures him, a bookshop doesn't matter to him as much as Crowley and the world. It's just a collection of objects really. Humanity is more important. Crowley is far more important.

"Oh Crowley, nothing lasts forever."

Crowley is crushed. Nothing lasts forever. Not even the two of them. So he covers his sadness with his glasses, walls back up, and he tries to leave.

Aziraphale is baffled. He just reassured Crowley that he was alright with change if it means things could be better. Why is Crowley leaving? Is he worried that they won't spend time together anymore? That he won't have time for his friend as a supreme archangel?

"Crowley come back!....we can be together, angels!...I need you!"

Crowley can't even look at him in that moment. Why would Aziraphale say that? The two of them together only if he accepts heaven again? Conditional love? That's not fair. It hurts.

Aziraphale meanwhile is hurt by Crowley's turning away, his silence and a bit incensed at what he perceives as ingratitude. Aziraphale didn't really want to go back to heaven, but he'd do it if it meant Crowley could be happy and safe and Crowley doesn't seem to appreciate that:

"I don't think you understand what I'm offering you."

Crowley went through the fall. He asked the questions. Did his best to protect humanity and it has brought him nothing but suffering. He's well aware what's on offer. He's seen heavens cruelty and capriciousness firsthand and been burned by it repeatedly. How can Aziraphale choose them over him and still think everything will work out?

"I understand. I think I understand a whole lot better than you do."

Crowley loves Aziraphale's big foolish optimism and kind heart and he thinks it's the very thing taking the angel away from him. This isn't how it was supposed to go. It's all slipping away from him.

"Listen. You hear that?"

Aziraphale can't even keep up at this point.

This is what comes of thousands of years of 'not talking about it' and living under threat of holy retribution if they are discovered. They're talking past each other, having two different conversations. Obfuscation and code has become their communication medium by necessity and it's failing them.

It's frustrating Aziraphale that he can't get a grip on this conversation:

"I don't hear anything!"

And Crowley drops the bomb.

"That's the point. No Nightingale's."

Oh. Suddenly we're on the same page. You can see from Aziraphale's face that he understands to what Crowley's referring. The Nightingale in Berkely square. Angels dining at the Ritz...

"You idiot! We could have been... us."

Crowley's talking about the big unspoken thing between them. Their relationship, thousands of years of dancing around each other like binary stars gravitationally and inexorably drawn together over and over. The thing Aziraphale was beginning to be bold about, (dancing notwithstanding) before Metatron came along and distracted him.

And it seems to Aziraphale that gut-wrenchingly, Crowley is finally acknowledging their mutual love only to point out that it's gone. Lost. They could have finally been together, an us, but Aziraphale ruined it because he's an 'idiot'.

After being quietly in love with Crowley for years, for Aziraphale to have his offer to return to heaven together and his unspoken love rejected in one fell swoop is devastating.

Overcome, he begins to cry and turns away, not wanting Crowley to see how hurt he is.

Crowley for his part is desperate. He has to do something. Maybe Aziraphale doesn't understand what Crowley is offering him! One fabulous kiss and va-voom right?

In a final desperate act, he kisses Aziraphale. Tries for passionate. Tries to show him that he loves him and show him what they could be because his words clearly aren't working.

Aziraphale is shocked and angry. He wants to kiss Crowley of course. But not like this. Not as a taunt. Crowley just told him their chance is over so what else could this be but a final insult. A kiss to punish the angel. It's a cruelty he didn't believe Crowley capable of.

And despite how mean it is. It's also what Aziraphale has wanted for so long he can't help but melt into it for a brief moment. Allow himself to feel what it would have been like to be that close before losing it forever.

Then Crowley lets go and Aziraphale breaks away on a sob, feeling wounded. Hurt beyond words that Crowley would use his feelings against him like this, gutted to be losing the man he loves and not understanding why.

The worst part is that Aziraphale doesn't have it in him to hate Crowley, even if he thinks the kiss was a cruel gesture. He still loves him. So he gathers himself and does what Aziraphale does when someone hurts him.

He forgives.

"I forgive you."

I forgive you for rejecting my attempt to restore you and make you happy, I forgive you for rejecting God and heaven yet again, I forgive you for acknowledging our love and then rejecting it. I forgive you for kissing me, giving me a fleeting glimpse of what we could have been to each other. I love you and I forgive you all that.

Crowley is done. Breath knocked out of him on a last sigh. He tried. And the Angel forgave him yet again for something he never asked or wanted forgiveness for. He doesn't want to be penitent for loving Aziraphale. Shouldn't have to apologise or regret wanting them to be together.

"Don't bother."

Aziraphale looks surprised Crowley is leaving because he genuinely is. He can't understand how it's all gone so horribly wrong. He gasps, shocked and can't even call out to him to stop, come back.

He cries, touches his lips where Crowley had kissed him. Tries to gather himself and barely has 10 seconds before Metatron is back.

At the end of that scene:

Crowley thinks he confessed his love and Aziraphale chose heaven over him because he didn't want to stop being a demon.

Aziraphale thinks Crowley rejected heaven, then rejected Aziraphale and threw their love back in his face as a final unkindness.

Aziraphale leaves and goes to heaven anyway because in his mind he's already lost Crowley and there is nothing left to stay for. If he doesn't have Crowley he needs a new purpose and it's going to be saving the world. He'll convince himself of it. And he'll push that broken heart down and the pain will fade if he just smiles through it. It will be enough, to make heaven better. It has to be. Maybe if he proves that he can make a difference Crowley might see the error of his ways and speak to him again? Surely. Hopefully.

---

Both of them are hurt and confused and lost and oh dear hell I really feel for them.

#good omens meta #good omens 2 meta #good omens s2e6 #gos2 spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens 2 analysis #gos2 meta #ineffable #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #good omens spoilers #gos2

[plaguechyld]

Omega! Muzan headcanons? 👀

Oooo sure

I'm also kinda tempted to write omega!muzan with an enigma!reader in a full fic (for those who dont know what an enigma is in ABO terms its the rank that falls above alphas in some variations of the verse)

Contains: ABO verse, afab!muzan, omega!muzan, sexual content, mentions of pregnancy + kids, subbot!muzan, domtop!reader, enigma!reader

SFW

Omega!Muzan who is very picky about the type of fabric his clothing is made out of. If its too scratchy he won't ever wear it.

Omega!Muzan who enjoys being taken out to see beautiful secluded spots on dates

Omega!Muzan who doesn't submit alphas or betas at all and has a strong resistance to alpha pheromones.

Omega!Muzan who makes his nest extremely extravagant, even going as far as to buy a special made nesting bed that is shaped like a large cat bed.

Omega!Muzan who decorates his nest with soft lavender and down filled pillows and blankets at all times.

Omega!Muzan who likes to light scented candles in every room to help soothe him when he's stressed.

Omega!Muzan who's scent smells like toasted sugar, pumpkin and vanilla.

Omega!Muzan who takes a long time doing self care and takes baths with rose petals or bubbles in the water.

Omega!Muzan who must have dim light when he's in heat and therefore uses only his candles and not any types of lamps.

Omega!Muzan who spends a considerable amount of time curled up against [name].

Omega!Muzan who loves going to the hot springs with his lover.

Omega!Muzan who's appetite increases incredibly the week before his heat cycle starts and craves strong healthy flesh, preferably healthy women with marechi blood because they give the most nutrition to a demon.

Omega!Muzan who always demands several massages from [name] after his heat cycle ends.

Omega!Muzan who has never wanted pups before meeting [name] and now he can't seem to get the image of little ones running around and asking [name] for food...

Omega!Muzan who is hesitant to have pups because he doubts whether or not he'd be a good mother, though he always feels better when [name] reassures him about it.

Omega!Muzan who first met [name] out on the streets of Asasuka when [name]'s engima pheromones kickstarted his heat unexpectedly.

Omega!Muzan who felt drawn to [name] and didn't kill him in that moment and instead kidnapped him

Omega!Muzan who was surprised when [name] apologized for kickstarting his heat cycle and agreed to help him through it because he didn't believe that someone of [name]'s rank would do something like that.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!!

NSFW

Omega!Muzan who enjoys being in a mating press during his heats because it satisfies his more carnal needs.

Omega!Muzan who loves it when [name] bites him on his thighs, chest and neck

Omega!Muzan who is a bit of a brat when he's having sex and not in heat, but he's easy to manage for [name].

Omega!Muzan who loves dressing up in soft and expensive lingerie and blushes every time [name] presents him with another set.

Omega!Muzan who adores wearing [name]'s clothing while being fucked because it forces him to be able to only smell [name] during a session

Omega!Muzan who is brought to tears really easily when he's in heat.

#🩷.kny #🩵.dom reader #sub kny #kny smut #sub character #kny x you #smut #sub muzan #kny #dom reader #demon slayer #n/sfw #a/b/o #a/b/o verse #a/b/o au #omega muzan #enigma reader #alpha reader

[blackopals-world]

Malleus: What are you thinking about?

Noble!Yuu:...my father.

Malleus: the one you...

Noble!Yuu: no...my real father. The one who truly raised me.

Malleus: You've never talked about him.

Noble!Yuu: He was...not human. Not fea either. Humans called him a beast or a demon.

Malleus: What was he?

Noble!Yuu: A king, and a father. The only being that took pity on me, a child left to die. He found me after I was left tied up and locked in a chest.

Malleus: He must have been a kind soul.

Noble!Yuu: He was actually quite cold but he was kind. He didn't claim me as his but he protected me within his castle walls. I surrounded by beings like him who followed his commands. After they threatened me he'd cut their heads off instantly.

Malleus: So that's where you get it from.

Noble!Yuu: Yes, it was the law of beasts there. And I lived by it. That's how I was named my father's heir.

Malleus: Was he really that cold? He still seems to care for you.

Noble!Yuu: Father was very loving and sweet. He just didn't know how to show it. It was my human mother...my true mother that helped him open up.

Malleus: A beast and a human together? How romantic.

Noble!Yuu: beast...that word always made it sound like he was some grotesque animal. You'd be shocked how he actually appeared.

Malleus: Oh? Describe him then.

Noble!Yuu: Father was...ethereal. The humans always said he only looked beautiful to tempt them into his bed and trick innocent children into trusting him so he could eat them. Father was always disgusted by that claim, be hated humans, and said children her annoying. But as far as eating humans...I think he did.

Malleus: He ate people? You could have eaten you!

Noble!Yuu: He didn't just go around earing innocent people. However, when human warriors attacked us he'd kill them. One time a man injured mother in battle which was difficult already. Father lost control and transformed. He bit the man's head off.

Malleus: An absolutely understandable reaction.

Noble!Yuu: Right! Finally, someone who understands. Protecting your mate and family is the most important thing. Mother did similar things when people tried to hurt me.

Malleus: But she was a human.

Noble!Yuu: Mother chose to become like Father. To give up part of her humanity. They will be together now for as long as they live.

Malleus:You can do that! Can you tell me how?!

Noble!Yuu: You couldn't do it. Fea don't have that ability. But someday soon it will be my turn. The demonic blood will be in my veins. Once I discard my weak human side I will be the future ruler of the kingdom.

Malleus: I like your human side. I don't want you to change.

Noble!Yuu: You sound like my mother. I have lived my life as a human but I have a demon's heart. That's where I belong.

Malleus: Will that make you happy?

Noble!Yuu: Yes, more than anything. I've wanted this since the day I was saved.

Malleus: Then I'll support you.

#noble!yuu #yuuniverse #twisted wonderland #mallyuu #malyuu #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #twst

[ventitititi]

Cuddle fucking with the brothers

Smut written by a minor

Lucifer

Your both in your bed, lucifer having crawled in and woken you up a bit after pulling another all-nighter. Your face was pressed into the junction between his neck and shoulder, one leg over his hip and the other one tangled with his.

He ran soothing circles over your back with one hand, the other holding you close in your little blanket cocoon. He's whispering sweet nothings into your ear, periodically nibbling at it.

Your too far gone to really notice though, still groggy and drowning in the pleasure of his slow, rythmic thrusts into your core, not really chasing an urgent release but simply indulging in each other before another (no doubt stressful) day.

You press a kiss into his collarbone, slurring a little "i love you," prompting a chuckle in lucifers chest, him pressing a kiss into the crown of your head with a soft "i love you too, darling."

Mammon

You were originally spooning, the result of you sneaking into his room for cuddles at 3am, prompting a mostly-asleep mammon to open his arms and blanket in invitation.

You'd shortly drifted off after that, comforted by his presence and warmth, melting into his front.

Its now somewhere near 7am, and he's mumbling praises, one arm over your waist and the other pressed against your chest, keeping you firmly against him as he rocked his hips against your own.

The pace is languid, the arm over your waist sneaking down to rub figure eights over your clit with gentle precision, your own head falling against his chest with a whimper.

"I've got you baby, just relax f'me, kay?"

Your nodding, opening your legs a little wider for him, distantly wondering if lucifer would be angry about you two being late to breakfast,

The train of thought is quickly broken when mammon starts speckling your neck and jaw with kisses.

"I love ya, i hope you know that."

Leviathan

You had fallen asleep on top of levi, face smushed into his chest, legs on either side of his own, his arms keeping you still as he slumbered too.

The bath tub was simply too narrow for much else in terms of cuddles, and frankly though he looked a little scrawny compared to his brothers, he is still a demon and military general.

You weren't squishing him anytime soon.

Now it's some unknown hour, his old alarm clock broken in a sleep-induced annoyance a few days ago and his room lacking windows (on purpose but still)

His tails wrapped around your ankle, your forehead pressed against his chest, and your both a softly moaning mess.

He'd woken with a painful boner, so now here you are, both rocking your hips in a gentle but fast pace, your clit occasionally catching on his pelvis.

He's gripping your hair, tugging gently and moaning a mix of pleas, praises and gasps of "don't squeeze me too tight."  When you clench a little too hard.

Safe to say, your both losing your sanity slowly as you catch that orgasm together, your wells being painted white as you continuously say "i love you, i love you so much." In a huffy, out -of breath way.

And he's shortly smoothing a hand down your back, noting your sated and full, already drifting. He presses a kiss to your forehead with a simple, "i love you too, normie."

You were too tired to retort at his choice of nickname.

Satan

You'd fallen asleep on his lap while he was reading, face resting in the junction of his neck and shoulder, hair tickling his nose as he read over your head.

He hadn't minded, really, until he'd come across a smut scene, boner now pressing into you as he tried to keep himself from waking you for the sole purpose of fucking your brains out, much as he would've loved to.

Instead, he'd carried you back to his bed, settling you in his arms and trying to ignore the boner he was certain was pressing into your ass.

The movement had roused you, though, half asleep and pressing back into him. Satan growled lowly in his chest at the action, "careful love, you might tempt me too much."

You looked at him over your shoulder with a soft smile, "thats the point, babes."

He could only smirk at you, one hand lifting your leg over his hip before shifting your panties to the side, muttering a, "don't mind if i do, then."

Since he was too lazy for any prep and didn't want to hurt you, he simply slid his dick through your folds, rocking slowly but firmly, catching the head of his cock on your clit with every pass.

Your moaning softly, head against his chest, and he nearly cums when he catches on your entrance and you whimper, clenching down as if desperate to feel him.

He might indulge you, but first he busies himself with pressing kisses all over, hand running circles over your lower stomach and mumbling praises into your skin, mentally trying to etch the words into your skin.

"Thats it, your doing so well for me."

Asmodeus

You usually slept a little apart, to allow for better rest, but tonight you'd gone to bed and asmo had insisted you hold him.

You had no problems with that arrangement, and he'd shifted a little down so he could sleep with his head on your chest.

You'd been woken up to his hands wandering, kisses melting into your collarbones and his boner being pressed into your thigh.

"Please, pretty, for me?"

And how could you deny him when he made such a pretty pout, rolling onto your side and slipping a leg over his hip in your groggy haze.

He smiled, kissing you with the intent of showing how grateful he is as he slipped off your bottoms, running himself through your folds before actually pressing into you with a sated sigh.

He made short work of beginning to pleasure you both, fingers tweaking your nipples as he whispered random things to you in hopes of waking you up gently.

Your moans and whimpers of his name assured him he's doing just fine, your fingers clutching at his back.

Time be damned, he wasn't gonna rush this morning, not with you.

"Love you, asmo'" you slurred, and he practically purred in response.

Beelzebub

You'd been smushed against him, face to his (comfy) chest and legs tangled with his.

Now, one hand held your ass, keeping you pressed firmly to him and the other played with your hair, dick firmly inside you as he merely grinded a little against you, the pair of you too tired to do much else yet.

You were pretty quiet still, a little breathy and letting out some whimpers, but the early morning meant you didn't have the energy to really go at it like rabbits.

Being held like this was nice though, and he grumbled a simple, "I'm glad, bunny."

You smiled, kissing at his chest as he began to thrust in earnest now, drawing those sweet moans from your lips.

He might be a demon but damn, this felt heavenly. He'd probably do this again, using the hand on your ass to grind you against him.

Every deep plunge in he paused, rolling his hips for good measure, before pulling back and repeating.

Yeah, this was a nice way to start his day.

Belphegor

He'd been sleeping on top of you, face smushed in your tits and mumbling something about you being a good pillow.

You'd drifted off shortly after with fingers tangled in his hair, only to awake to his own wandering.

A hand was sneaking down your shorts once he noticed you'd awoken, slipping into your core with ease before he got on to the main act.

"Fuck, your already dripping."

Now, your face is pressed into his chest, as he hadn't bothered to really move, just slipped into you with little prep and begun to thrust.

You sucked a couple hickeys into his skin, mind fogged by the pleasure of him hitting all your sweet spots no problem.

He chuckled at your state, "aww look at you, already going stupid. Don't worry doll, I'll take care of you."

Fuck if lucifer tried to lecture him for being late to breakfast (again), this time he wasn't napping, he was doing something much better.

#obey me smut #lucifer smut #mammon smut #Leviathan smut #levi smut #satan smut #asmodeus smut #asmo smut #Beelzebub smut #beel smut #Belphegor smut #belphie smut #obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #Leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #Beelzebub x reader #Belphegor x reader #beel x reader #belphie x reader #asmo x reader #: ̗̀➛whiskey in a teacup ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- #fem!reader

[dimepdf]

Can you write more Dilf!Toji please? 😭 I really appreciate your writing 🫶🏽

★  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐘. + 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you come around and make Toji so tempted, no matter what broad he's bagging all he can think about is you: his fucking nanny .

─── ☆ notes. number one dilf toji defender here, i’m in my Anderson Paak phase as well as i’ve sadly (i know im disappointed too) fallen for a man to the point where this boy has invaded my DREAMS y’all…this is embarrassing and this fic is me coping with having an actual crush so i give you full permission to call me a simp over this .

─── ☆ length. 2.6k (23 mins) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, nanny au, dilf!toji, angsty start, fluff, minor character death, hints of depression, hookups, pining, black coded reader, you got brotha STARVING, megumi and tsumiki are toddlers in this, someone give toji a hug, vent-fic, hurt/comfort, age gap, height difference, it's always Gojo’ fault, masturbation, jealousy | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Toji would say that after becoming a parent, he could read body language pretty well. Maybe it was just part of being a single parent and having to detect when your toddlers were sprouting nonsense just to stay up later knowing it was bedtime. 

From the times he believed that his little Megumi was being the perfect angel and finally grew out of his tantrum phase. 

Only to turn his back and realize that he had used craft scissors to chop a chunk out of Tsumiki’s hair and was playing nice to soften his punishment, to school beatdowns and playing dumb, Toji had decided he was just a master at decoding anyone’s bullshit.

Everyone except for his own that is.

Being a single parent came with its perks, Toji loved his two little demons, and it sort of helped that Tsumiki made the most of her mother's common sense.

But dealing with his ex-wife's abrupt death, being sprung into the life of lone fatherhood, and being a successful businessman were starting to take their toll on him.

His friends were not much help. Sure, Gojo did all he could to be seen as the cool uncle, but leaving his two hyper children with a man that refused to say no to anything that they asked was like signing his children up for their possible deaths.

Geto wasn’t much better, having his own marriage and kids. You would think that the father would grow to have a bit more compassion for the children's safety. Yet every time Tsumiki and Megumi visited their brass uncle, they would always come home with new scars sprouting about how they were practicing wrestling moves with their cousins for the last ice pop.

Waking up to something different, never being able to just fill in the gaps with a routine was starting to become a bit stressful. 

Not to mention going to work and having to push himself to his limits, knowing that just because he was friends and business partners with Nanami didn't mean he'd be lenient with him. 

All paired with the weight of some bold secretary that he had a one-night stand and never got the clue that every time he would brush her off for paperwork didn't mean he was singling her to cling onto him more. It was bad business hooking up with one of his employees Toji knows.

If anything, the woman had taken him at just the right opportunity when he was at the lowest moment of his life. Right after his wife's death, he had fallen behind on just about everything to the point where he would lean into any sense of comfort that reminded him of that faded memory he wanted to keep dear to his heart. 

So there he was after hours with a woman's thigh over his shoulder moaning out his name as if it were a prayer, and he had realized that right after it was all a mistake, which was kind of a shitty thing to note as she was standing right in front of him pulling up her panties. 

He just can't do it again, out of respect for her but also for himself. The last thing he wanted to do was entangle himself in another situation that would take more time away from his kids.

Not that he considered the woman to be pestering, but he wasn't a teenager anymore. The last thing he wanted to do was handle his stress by sticking his dick in the first woman he considered attractive, all because he had trouble bottling up all his emotions.

Toji's hatred for all the lingering eyes in the office—sure, Toji thought himself handsome—the proof was the number of relationships he had in his younger days.

There was something wrong with people finding him attractive and wanting something from him when he genuinely felt like his entire world would collapse on top of him if he stopped moving. 

As if he stopped overworking himself that he would be like one of those sharks that had to keep swimming or else they would fucking die. It was ironic how stupidly afraid Toji was at the thought of leaving his children alone in the world with both of their parents gone.

It was fear, having that parental fear for something every waking morning worrying every second that something could happen to children all because he could notice one little thing or he hadn't paid enough attention. 

Sure, he was being a hovering parent—call it what you want—but Toji would rather be that than a father who would spend his free time sleeping around with several different women. Never wanting to have to explain to his children that none of the women he slept with could compare to the relationship he had with their mother.

So he didn't. No more attachments. No more romantic anything, let alone bringing a woman home.

It was the secretary's fault. She was a beautiful woman with long hair and a cute, petite figure, and she allowed him to fold in any position that he wanted against his desk.

All that just makes Toji feel more guilty, or more worried, as if this choppy relationship that he had with this poor woman, whose name he would always forget yet who would practically scream out his, would just blow up in his face.

What if she wanted something more serious?

What if Nanami found out that he was banging one of the employees?

What if he got fired because he couldn't keep it in his pants?

What if he lost his main source of income and couldn't provide for his kids anymore?

All of those worries were just added stress, crowding his plate until he couldn't carry it anymore, and after a few years of bottling it all up until he couldn't anymore, he finally decided to reach out for help. 

Little by little, of course, he would actually tell his friends how he felt when they asked, spend more time letting Megumi and Tsumiki be actual kids, letting them hang out with their friends, and worry just a bit less whenever they would visit their younger cousins at Geto’s place. 

He had even accepted Gojo’s idea of hiring a babysitter, but of course, the blonde’s intentions for such an offer were dual-minded. 

Thriving on about how he should hire some smoking hot lady, to have some eye candy around the house to fuel some busting fantasies to break his dry spell. 

Toji was quick to dismiss that idea for a variety of reasons, one of which was that he had hired you. You were a clumsy young girl who just needed a side hustle to pay for some of your college classes, accepting his twenty-dollar an hour ad despite the fact that it was the lowest pay sandwiched between the obviously more wealthy families looking for someone to look after their kids so they didn't have to on the boogie nanny seeking website. 

At first, the idea of leaving his children alone with you was a terrifying thought. The impression that you gave him during the interview was more than enough to fuel his worries after seeing you stumble out of your car and get your jacket in the car door, dense to the point where you had face-planted into his back during the house tour, too busy gawking at the many bathrooms to pay attention to where you were supposed to be walking. 

Your genuinely bubbly personality around the children is what saved you from going broke. Sure,  you were a little naive when it came to some of the things that you lied about on your resume, but the thing that Toji liked about you was that you just seemed to handle yourself so well despite not knowing at all what you were doing. If anything, he admired how you had managed to keep yourself alive despite running through life so differently than he would.

You were quick to gain his trust, in fact, quicker than anyone has ever in his entire life. He felt his feelings were mostly biased given that his kids had practically attached themselves to you throughout the months of being their nanny. 

It was only natural for them to grow so close to you with how much Toji had to work, but what Toji hadn't expected was for you two to form some sort of friendship as well.

It started off pretty odd, with Toji coming home to find you have the kids tucked in for the night and spread out on his living room couch watching so many movies on his HBO Max account that he forgot he even had. 

You were a pretty chatty person, and he had learned to notice how you could go from being so silent that he would forget you were even there to the point of talking about anything within your wide range of interests that Toji had never heard of.

In all honesty, Toji loved that about you—how you could introduce him to new things that he hadn't gotten around to understanding all because he was too busy being a workaholic.

His new favorite part about coming home was just to talk to you, or at least listen to your rant about some silly little show, or make him listen to one of the new songs you had become obsessed with.

And before he had known it, Toji actually felt warmth in his household again, all because of some kind-hearted nanny who had managed to break down all of his walls.

It was almost strange how someone so opposite to him, someone so minor, could have managed to make his life change for the better.

And then it got a little bit more strange. 

Life had been going so well for him that sometimes those days would just blend together. There would be times at work when he had wished for his entire office building to crumble to dust just so he could get out of work early for the day, but even after those shifts, he would come home to you, and suddenly that swallowing dark hole in his chest would actually start to feel whole again.

He had just gotten so used to using you as his personal happiness dispenser that when you managed to wiggle into his life more and more, he even introduced you to his main group of friends. His mood was ruined when he saw Gojo's eyes practically glow at the sight of you during Tsumiki's birthday party. 

Toji hadn't understood why it had bothered him so much, seeing his best friend become too chummy with you.

If anything, knowing Gojo’s history of charming the pants off of any attractive woman, he could have prepared him enough to know that you too would soon enough fall victim to at least one of his friends, but there was just something so uncomfortable about hearing Gojo drown you in compliments.

It was as if something had clicked, and suddenly you weren't just the full-time nanny anymore, but the beautiful young woman that he had suddenly noticed was so pretty, and that alone made Toji feel like such a fucking creep. 

Maybe it was because you were closer to his children's age than his or the fact that every time you would change your hair every other month, he would imagine his hands tangled in your braids, how he would think about holding the locs away from your face to get a better view of you between his legs. 

It was all so fucked, your now normal image of him all screwed over all because of Gojo and his ability to turn anything sexual. Toji had felt just a little better pinning the blame on someone else, thinking that maybe it would ease his guilt for getting so hard thinking about you late at night.

You would be just downstairs asleep in the living while he laid down on the other side of the house in the comfort of his four walls, pressing his face into his pillows with an erection hard enough that he was convinced it was harder than bricks. 

For the first time in a while, it wasn't anything work-related taking up all of his attention, but instead the fucking nanny he hired. The pretty nanny who was in college, who was closer to his children's age than his, the nanny with the glossed lips that he had to hold back from wanting to taste which flavor it was she was wearing now. 

His lovely nanny, whom he wished to strip naked piece by piece to pay close attention to every dip and curve in her figure. He wanted you naked as the day you were born, spread across his mattress, lips parting only to say his name and his name only. 

It was a dangerous thought, one that often led to Toji revealing himself with a rabbit hole of thoughts about you in any situation his mind could imagine.

It was even more crude—wrapping his hand around his dick and thrusting his hips up into his hand, thinking about the same woman who was just a staircase away, masturbating as if he were a teenage boy and not a man with two kids asleep in just the room across the hall.

He blamed everything on Gojo, it was all his fault that you have suddenly seemed so fucking unforgettable. How could you suddenly be all he could think about with all his sanity thrown out the window for some nanny?

His pretty nanny.

You were so beautiful, with full lips, a dark complexion, and brown eyes that managed to look so appealing despite being so boring. Your expressions make you so easy to read. 

The way your brows would pull together whenever you were confused, how the ends of your lips would quirk with every joke, how your personality managed to be so welcoming.

You stood tall, your head just below his shoulder, average height but so short in comparison to his towering figure.

How bad Toji just wanted to scoop you up into his arms and bury his face into your neck, the same neck where he wanted to leave as many marks as he possibly could against your brown skin.

The thought doesn't help Toji’s aching dick at all. How bad he wants to suck little marks into your soft flesh, leaving dark little marks wherever he can against your body.

It was a possessive thought, having you covered in his teeth marks and love bites, waiting for the next guy to dare to even make a move on you. 

He wonders how soft your thighs feel and how nice they would feel wrapped around his waist. He lets his hand do the majority of the work, his fingers rough around his length, causing a groan from the friction. 

Toji’s fantasies about you play out quite beautifully in his mind, so perfectly, in fact, that he struggles to keep himself silent. 

Which was a new thing for him given that Toji wasn’t usually very vocal during sex, not even the best blowjob that he had ever gotten would he give anything but a few grunts yet there he was fisting into his fist to keep himself from whimpering out so pathetically. 

Humping his hand to the point where he had to cover his own mouth, he finished all over himself, strings of cum shooting all over his chest to his shirt. He was too caught up in his own bliss to care about the sad mess he created. 

Toji thought you were beautiful. He thought you were so perfect to the point where even the simple thought of you made him so happy.

You, his nanny, were the realization that settled in his mind after his high. 

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GTA n BJ's | Tobi TBJZL Brown🔞

As Tobi sat at his desk trying to record a GTA for the Sidemen, it was fair to say he had learnt one thing.

Don't tease his girlfriend and not expect consequences.

He sucked a breath of air in, trying not to look down at his peripherals tempted him- the view of you batting your eyelashes whilst on your knees, hands trailing up and down his thighs so sensually slowly, it took every fibre in his body to keep his mind on the recording.

Oh he was definitely regretting teasing you now.

It was a bit of fun during the day, just placing his hand on your lower back and trailing it just slightly lower- tracing the strap of your thong 'round to your front- just an inch away from where you needed him to touch you- before he stepped past, to switch the TV on

And then later, when he'd pressed against you from behind to get the plates from the high shelf. He knew exactly what he was doing as he heard your gasp, his cock pressed against your arse from behind giving you just a fraction of friction before he pulled away with a smirk.

And worst for last, as he'd had you on his lap whilst the two of you watched Demon Slayer on his gaming chair- shuffling every so often and making your breathing hitch as he seemed almost to grind against your core- his breath fanning on the crook of your neck and giving you filthy thoughts of having him mark up your neck with hickeys whilst he fucked you senseless against the desk.

But then Tobi had thrown you off as he received the familiar Discord ping! and seen Ethan's ready to record? message.

Too bad you weren't done with him, yet.

Tobi's breathing hitched as your hand brushed over his hardening wood beneath his basketball shorts, palm pushing against his seemingly throbbing head whilst your fingers wrapped around his shaft.

"Looking a bit tense Tobi, you ready to get smashed again?" Ethan teased as Simon finished reading the GTA map name. You chuckled lowly as you heard Ethan's words through the speakers, Tobi rolling his eyes to the back of his head and inhaling a sharp breath of air as he felt you pulling his shorts and boxers down with a finger.

"More than ready to get smashed," He mumbled, tensing his thigh under the desk which didn't go unnoticed as you picked up his innuendo.

Your hand ran up from the base all the way down to his tip, spitting on your hand to lubricate your motions just a bit more. Tobi seemed to be quivering on his seat- his knuckles glowing as he clenched the mouse so hard it was a wonder how the mouse hadn't shattered.

"Countdown is on, boys," Simon's voice rang through the speakers, and Tobi could feel pressure around his head from the internal battle of concentrating on the game and recording, or concentrating on the hand that wrapped around his cock, receiving little licks that felt that drove him wild. "Count it down boys-"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

Tobi choked on the final number as he felt your lips wrap around his cock, tongue circling his head and tracing the slit down the middle- collecting the bead of precum that had already formed from your teasing. It was only the beginning of what was going to be a long GTA race, and yet Tobi was already shaking in his seat, mind too clouded to properly register his friends shouts and taunts.

"Tobi choked from the get go!" Vik laughed as Tobi struggled to regain his composure, pressing down his keys to try to at least get one lap done.

He could feel your breath fan over his throbbing wood- the tongue that delicately traced a prominent vein all the way down his shaft was killing him. He wanted to let go of the keyboard- to plant his hands on the back of your head and push it down, to choke you around his cock instead of all of the teasing he was enduring.

He bucked his hips up, mumbling a "Come on, please, please, please-" His words compatible with the context of the video, as well as begging you to just wrap your pretty lips around his length and give him what he needed. Your hands landed on either thigh gently, pushing his hips back and flat against the chair. Your fingers traced a pattern over Tobi's thigh- until he realised you weren't just making patterns- you were tracing letters.

P-A-T-I-E-N-C-E

Tobi scoffed.

He could've made a smart comment, but he bit down on his tongue. If you were gonna play the waiting game then he was fine with that- in any case he was happier with that- that way he could at least finish the video without having you disturbing him.

Tobi slowly regained his battle, gaining on JJ as he took the inside curve around the finish line that would mark one of three laps.

"YES, FUCK YOU JJ!"

Tobi shouted as his bumper crossed the rear end of Jide's vehicle, almost levelling them out before Tobi's hands flew to his head instinctively as he felt your lips replaced your hand on his cock.

"Oh. My. God." Tobi let his head roll back as he felt your lips sink down his length, tongue massaging the underside as you hollowed your cheeks, the silky inside lining around him providing too much pleasure for him to even think straight.

Only when you came back up and removed your lips from around him with a quiet pop, quiet enough to go amiss by his microphone but loud enough for Tobi to hear (turning him on even more), did he hear the voices from his speaker once more.

"Oh my God boys, Tobi's still on lap 1" "What's he doing?!" "OI TOBI GET OUT OF THE WAY OF THE FINISH LINE THIS MY FINAL LAP-"

Tobi snapped his hands back onto the keyboard, fingers shaking as they pressed the buttons. He could feel as your mouth reattached, head finding the familiar rhythm that had Tobi's mind itching, eyes darting to the timer in the corner of the screen every second- counting down the seconds before the match was over. He thrusted his hips a few times, too needy and desperate now, and had you gag on his dick with such lewdly choked noises he could feel himself twitching in your mouth getting ready to finish.

D N F

The letters flashed brightly across the screen as you popped your head off Tobi's cock, making him let out the slightest whimper as he Did Not Finish in 2 different ways.

Tobi didn't let the boys taunt him this time- instead instantly leaving the discord call and pushing his chair back so he could see you under the desk with an almost brattish smile painted across your face.

"Oh you are fucking getting it..." He muttered, eyes dark as you clenched your thighs in anticipation for what he was gonna do to you- grinning that mischievous smile once more as you waited for him to make the next move...

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Trying to do No Nut November with Lucifer.

[GN reader, not explicit in description but ya know. NNN. 🔞]

When you bring up the idea, you think that he'll just scoff and dismiss it or that he won't be interested, but its worth a shot, right? You don't think much of it when he accepts, really. But he completely turns it around on you the second you start trying to tempt him.

You think you, some weak little human, are going to tempt a devil— one of the Seven Avatars, no less— into succumbing to pleasure?

Granted, he really is truly weak to you and your methods. He'd do most anything to please and pleasure you as much as you desire, his precious human master. He's not always great with his words, so he shows his love and devotion in the way he worships you. But he's also the Avatar of Pride, and he has a reputation and ego to uphold. Who would he be if he didn't try to turn this little game around on you, and see what kind of reactions he can get from you first?

He's not direct or intense about it by any means. He fully intends to have you submit first, but damn does he do it gracefully and with precision. You really don't know what hit you 'til it's too late.

Any normal day, he's stoic, prim and proper, with barely any skin showing. He carries himself more like a priest than a demon. But the second the challenge starts, that all changes. They are tiny changes, not at all significant by normal standards, but it's still enough to get you to rethink your choices.

His cloak suddenly makes less of an appearance, letting you get a good, clear view of his broad shoulders and thin waist. It's unusual to have such an unfettered view of his tall form outside the privacy of his bedroom. His gloves also seem to go on vacation, leaving his bare hands to trace along your cheek or touch the base of your neck, the lack of cloth separation totally throwing you off. Even as he places his hand on your back while walking, you can feel his heat more directly, sending shivers straight up and down your spine.

Lucifer is also well-known for his intense eye contact. Even before entering a true relationship, you'd become familiar with his heated bedroom eyes on occasion (the night you'd made a pact coming to mind...), that rich ruby red that makes your knees so weak. He's always so careful about keeping these expressions restricted to the bedroom, but not anymore, not now. Simply handing you a book that you asked for, making you coffee, helping you put on your coat, he takes pleasure in surprising you with that same private look. You can't help the way it sets off butterflies in your stomach, or gets your heart pounding, because you know what that look usually means. And given the deadly smirk on your lover's face, it's clear he knows exactly how it's affecting you, too.

As each day passes by, he turns up the heat a little bit more. Glancing touches to your body, innocent and accidental at first, but getting more calculated and devious as time goes on. Little slips of innuendos into his speech, making you think it's a mistake at first until you see the way he's looking at you. He certainly doesn't miss the way his words make your brain short-circuit, because he has it all memorized what you like and how you like it.

His kisses are a little bit too long, a little too deep and intimate. He always loves kissing you, and it's often a quick segue into more exciting events between you two, so it's easy for him to get lost in his objective when he uses this tactic. But he can look past the deep ache in his groin when he sees the needy look in your eyes and the way you stare at his lips for more.

And of course, bedtime isn't safe, either. He's a cuddler in private, you knew that already, but that just makes him more dangerous as the initially innocent touches and cuddling starts to heat up in the sheets. He knows just the way to touch you to rile you up, long fingers that trace along your body and across the most sensitive peaks, and it almost delights him how frustrated you get when it leads... nowhere. He's struggling too, don't misunderstand, but he's determined to win this damn challenge... or at least, outlast you.

By the end, whether that's the end of the month or simply the end of your limit, you're both trembling creatures of need. It's all a battle of wills and Lucifer puts up a good fight, so it's impossible to tell who will win or who will fold, but it's sure to be an explosive conclusion either way.

Before meeting you, Lucifer wouldn't have given a second thought to this silly human challenge. He has better things to put his time and energy into, he's a busy demon. But something about teasing you, testing each other's limits and seeing those rare expressions on your face, suddenly he can't say that he minds it too much. In fact, he can't wait to see how you will fare next year...

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[kinloch-warden]

So to preface, this is all just speculation and idk how much weight I really put behind this but:

I've always wondered why the Harrowing seems so very easy for Amell and Suranna. Like, if you really think about it, Mouse does such a half hearted job of trying to possess or tempt them. He gives up really easily. You say "i don't think that other demon was my test" and he's like haha no! Oh, okay, fine. You got me. Well anyway, here's a cryptic warning, bye!

And then that's it.

And like. I always thought maybe Mouse did this bc he had some sort of long con planned- like he'll try and worm his way into your good graces as you continue to live and dream in the tower as you age.

But!! Now I'm having another thought! What if Irving set the whole thing up so you'd have an easy Harrowing. Someone had to bind the demon for the Harrowing right? And he was the only mage there. It stands to reason that he'd be the one who picked the demon to bind. So what if he summoned a demon who he knew would be less dangerous? He clearly cares about Amell/ Suranna and wants them to succeed, so what's to stop him from rigging the system a little?

Because Amell/ Suranna gets to look good to the Templars bc they resisted a pride demon. They get to show themselves to be a mage who's "safe", and who the templars won't have to worry about as much and maybe that's exactly what Irving wanted.

Irving is already putting books on blood magic in places where where apprentices can find them so he can weed out the undesirable apprentices from the Tower to "keep the rest safe". He has no problem gaming the system to see apprentices fail if he thinks they'll be a danger to the circle as a whole. So what if he goes further than that? What if he also manipulates what demons are faced by which apprentices and thus rigs the Harrowing a bit too?

So the mages who are bad at magic get made tranquil, those tempted by blood magic get handed over to the templars for punishment, and those mages who are maybe skilled enough to pass a Harrowing in theory but who he worries will be a problem or a danger later on get given dangerous demons. If they succeed anyway well hey, maybe he was wrong about them, but if not he keeps the tower safe. And then those apprentices with skill who have the right temperament or the makings of a good circle mage or whom Irving's taken a special shine to get easy demons.

Because you can only have so many apprentices become tranquil before people get suspicious or angry. And if every mage passed the Harrowing every time the templars might also get suspicious. So Irving walks a delicate balance.

#shocking no one I am thinking about the mage wardens again #amell #suranna #irving #dragon age #dao #dragon age origins

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karasu x chubby!reader

0.7k words | nsfw | jealousy, suggestive content

— He adores you exactly the way you are. He doesn't understand why you're insecure about your body, but he tries to comfort you when you feel self-conscious about your appearance. He wants to support you and do whatever he can to make you feel loved and appreciated.

— It would be a mistake to joke about how you're too big or too heavy for him to carry. He will prove that not only will he lift you and carry you whenever he feels like it, he can also carry you while he flies. He might not be the tallest or most muscular demon around, but the worst thing anyone can do is underestimate him. He surprises you sometimes when you least expect it. He lifts you up by your thighs and pins you against a wall when he feels a little frisky. He loves the feeling of your soft, squishy thighs tightening around his hips.

— He wants you to be comfortable in his home, and that means there are clothes in your size already waiting for you in his closet and dresser drawers. He buys a lot of button-up shirts that you can throw on before bed or after you shower. Once you leave, they go back into the closet and he wears them himself when he works in his home office or in place of his usual pajamas. Your scent is so comforting.

— Your popularity in the Devildom is an abstract concept to him until he sees it for himself. He waits for you to arrive at one of Diavolo's parties, and he's stunned by how lovely you are in the new outfit you're wearing. It must be something that Asmo designed and Lucifer paid for since it's clearly made specially for you. The fabric and colour highlight your complexion and eye colour so beautifully. The tailored fit accentuates your curves and he can barely wait to peel it off you later. Karasu quickly realizes that he's not the only one that notices how attractive you are, and it bothers him more than he'd like to admit. You're very good at ignoring the gossip around you, or perhaps you're truly unaware, but he notices right away. Other demons whisper about you when they walk past, or their eyes blatantly roam over your body and linger on the tantalizing glimpses of skin on display. Karasu stands a bit closer to you and keeps an arm around your waist to remind them that you're spoken for. Onlookers who are tempted to ask you to dance quickly back away when he glares at them in warning if they try to approach. Thankfully, you only have eyes for him and don't seem to notice. (Or maybe you do, and you like seeing how cute he is when he's jealous...)

— He's such a goner for you. All you need to do is bite your lip and nod your head in the direction of the bedroom and he's already half-hard and desperate to please you. He'll turn the lights off if you ask; he can see you perfectly in the dark without them on. He loves undressing you if you'll let him. It's the perfect excuse to run his hands over your body while he discards the pesky layers of clothes between you. He could spend hours with his head between your thighs, listening to the way you moan his name while your legs tighten around his head or your ankles dig into his back when you come on his tongue. After he prepares you with his fingers, he drags his lips up your body, pausing to nuzzle and suck little marks into the curves of your belly and chest. He laces your fingers together above your head as he pushes inside you, muffling your groan with a kiss. He fucks you with slow, lazy rolls of his hips and murmurs constant praise about how warm and soft your body is. He settles his weight on top of yours so your tummy and soft chest press against him while you rock together. He loves the way your body shivers and trembles and bounces slightly underneath him when pleasure overwhelms you, and he holds you close when you both come together.

#obey me karasu x reader #obey me x reader #my oc: karasu #obey me oc #obey me oc x reader #chubby reader #chubby mc #plus size reader #plus size mc #x reader #gn!reader

[eldritch-spouse]

Can I eat Santi? And not like just eat him out or something I mean I wanna taste his actual flesh (Morell style)

TW: Erotic cannibalism.

If you asked Santi directly, he wouldn't let you, naturally. It's cute of you, but he does need his body mostly intact. Perhaps, if it really turned you on, he'd go through the trouble of severing a limb after establishing a regeneration transaction with Krulu, just so you could know what his body tastes like in an even more intimate manner.

After all, if it gets you off, it probably gets him off too.

Demons have the peculiarity of tasting pretty spicy, a property which is hard to get rid of in the cooking process. And why would you want to in the first place? It's what makes consuming them so unique! Likewise, their flesh takes less time to heat up and would make a pretty satisfying barbecue. The smell is tempting, but not as tempting as a living concubus of course.

Although it's ill-advised to do this in large quantities, the blood of a fiend also has a unique, tingling and burning taste that makes it a good "sprinkle" on many drinks. Again, careful about the quantity, or you may just turn a bit bestial for a while.

While Santi won't allow you to consume him, he has absolutely no trouble feeding those fantasies of yours, and he'd tell you how he wants to be prepared. How maybe the best choice would be to display his finely roasted form, with his hands tied to his knees and his posture straight, displaying a body that anyone who takes a bite of will almost wish they could have witnessed pre-preparation. The incubus wonders if you'd offer parts of his genitals to others, or keep that to yourself.

Remember, your desires are a joy to hear, so regale him, no matter how dark you think wanting to eat your incubus is...

#Santi oc

[gyusimp]

°•Sex Headcanons•°

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Gyutaro is very loud, he doesn't care at all that someone in the Kyogoku house can hear him.

Everyone will think it's a client and that's it, but if someone snoops in your room or yells at him to shut up, he'll just kill him and continue fucking you in peace.

His thrusts are strong from the beginning, most of the time he seeks his own pleasure before yours so he will only move as he wants since your cunt is serving him.

It's not that he doesn't love you or care about you at all, just that he is a demon and love is not a characteristic that describes him but you know that. Also, he has a greedy and selfish personality.

He likes to try new positions with you. He lived his entire life within the Entertainment District and his mother was a courtesan so he's probably watched humans do it, you know.

If he sees something new or that catches his eye, Gyutaro will want to try it with you. He won't ask you, he'll just do it, but most of the time you end up liking it.

Gyutaro is a creature of instincts so during sex he may bite or scratch you to taste a bit of your blood.

Sometimes he just says what's on his mind so don't be offended by what he might say. Gyutaro will be very honest at all times and will say good or not so good things like:

"I love how tight you're today."

"Your juices are fucking as delicious as your blood."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You don't move as well as usual."

"I already told you to spread your legs wide, otherwise I won't be able to enter into  your pathetic little pussy."

Maybe there are some insults too.

I love to think that after Gyutaro has fucked you with full force, 2 big bruises will appear under your thighs that were caused by his hip bones.

His stamina is infinite so he insists on another round every time one ends but if you can't anymore he'll understand. Gyutaro will stop but mock your pathetic and weak human body for a long time before going to sleep.

If Gyutaro is horny but you are not around him for whatever reason that will not be an impediment for him. He loves to jerk off so he'll do it whenever he wants, it doesn't necessarily have to be because you two are mad or he's not with you.

He always thinks of you when he does it so consider yourself lucky when he looks at his fingers covered in his own cum because he imagines they are yours (or your mouth, why not?).

He agrees with the blowjobs, never turns you down but secretly he'd rather give than receive. Gyutaro just got almost as addicted to your taste as he is to blood. There's not a time when the two of you have sex that he doesn't stick his head out between your legs.

Your taste drives him crazy so what happens when you're on "those days"? He will be after you like a cat in heat.

If you agree to do it during your period he will be the happiest man in the world but if it's something that really makes you feel uncomfortable or you are not okay with it he will understand.

But don't think he'll be nice, he won't say, "It's okay, sweetheart. Don't worry." He'll get very angry, maybe he will argue with you and during the days that your period lasts you'll not see him again (also because for him it was very tempting to kill you smelling of blood all day).

He just cums where he wants. Inside you, on your thighs, your breasts, your tummy, your ass, face or mouth.

I think that for some reason demons are completely sterile since the only way to reproduce is through their blood on a human wound so nothing will happen if you two don't use protection.

Gyutaro will be rude most of the time and will only focus on satisfying his desires with his woman, but there are times when he is the softest and most considerate, even a little careful.

If he feels sad, frustrated, or disgusted with himself, you always make sure he feels better. You flatter every part of him with kisses and that's how one thing leads to another.

If it's about soft sex, he'll be very aware of you. He will ask you if you feel good or if it does not hurt too much, if this position is not uncomfortable for you or if you already feel tired. His kisses are more fragile right now and you treat him like he's going to break. These moments are very beautiful but also very rare.

There are times when Gyutaro gets annoyed that you are a human (this only happens to him in bed).

He thinks that if you were a demon, both of you would fuck without any concern or care. Even if he broke your waist or he opened your legs too much, you would regenerate and nothing would happen, but instead, he always had to be taking care of your fragile body and taking care not to hurt you.

After doing it with Gyutaro, you felt extremely tired 95% of the time while he could go on all night. You gave everything you had and if only you knew that he didn't use even half of his strength.

Despite that, Gyutaro would never turn you into a demon for such a stupid and selfish reason. If he did, he would feel the same regret he feels with his sister because he loves you too much.

If you are the one who wants to do it with Gyutaro he agrees immediately, only sometimes he teases you to beg and makes you wait but most of the time he takes you to kiss and throw you on the nearest futon.

He is not ashamed so if he feels horny he will tell you. If you reject him for any reason, he won't care and he will just touch himself, but just like him, you agree most of the time.

If Gyutaro wants to be very kind and chivalrous with you, he will ask you if you want to have sex with him, otherwise he will just start kissing you and touching you, implying what he wants.

This man, although it may not seem like it, lives for you. Gyutaro is never going to tell you but behind all that demonic rudeness in bed is a soft heart that melts for you making him feel as nervous and excited as his first time with you.

Am i right, baby? @gyutaro-shabana-upper6 lol

I think that Gyutaro fits so well with "A little dead" from The Neighbourhood 🥴

#gyutaro x reader #gyutaro #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro smut #kimetsu no yaiba smut #demon slayer smut

[roo-bii]

ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴꜰᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ

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^᪲ ⁞ ᵖᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ﹕ ᵃˡᵃˢᵗᵒʳ ˣ ⁽ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ⁾

ꔫ ⁞ ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ﹕ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ + ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ

୨୧ ⁞ ᶜᵃᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ ﹕ ᵍⁿ ﹗ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ , ᵉˢᵗᵃᵇˡⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ , ᵖᵒˢˢᵉˢˢⁱᵛᵉ ᵇᵉʰᵃᵛⁱᵒʳ ⁽ ˢʰᵒʷⁿ ᵇʸ ᵃˡᵃˢᵗᵒʳ ⁾ , ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜᵘʳˢⁱⁿᵍ , ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᵖⁱᶜᵗᵉᵈ , ⁱᵐᵖˡⁱᵉᵈ ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ , ⁽ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ⁾ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗ.

❜୧ ⁞ ᵃⁿᵃˡʸˢⁱˢ ﹕ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵉᵉᵏˡʸ ᵉʳʳᵃⁿᵈˢ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵐᵃⁱⁿˡʸ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱˢᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵗᵉˡ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃʳᵍᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ˢⁱⁿⁿᵉʳ, ˡᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʷᵒ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁽ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃʸ ᵒʳ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˡᵒˢᵗ. ⁾ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠⁱᵃⁿᶜᵉ'ˢ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ, ʰᵉ ᵇʳⁱⁿᵍˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵗᵉˡ'ˢ ˡᵒᵇᵇʸ, ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵍᵃˢʰᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᶜʳᵃᵗᶜʰᵉˢ. ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿ ʷʰʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵍᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵉˢᶜᵃˡᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᶠᵃʳ ᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ᵈⁱᵈ..

The soft hum of radio static echoed in the lobby of the hotel, leaving a calming sensation that made you feel a sense of comfort as you laid on the couch, getting your wounds tended to. Alastor, your significant other who also happened to be one of the other Overlords in Hell, was tending to your injuries, putting bandages and alcohol to your cuts.

All you could do as he scolded you while dabbing the alcohol-soaked rag over your cuts was whine at the painful stinging sensation. You had gotten yourself into a scuffle with some sinners while going out for your weekly run of getting groceries, earning you a few cuts and bruises.

Luckily, his shadow tasked with having to watch you, practically bound to you ! Just thinking about the argument you had with the sinners before being beaten up made you groan, which caught Alastors attention. He pulled the alcohol soaked rag away from the one of many gashes you had received.

You could tell by his expression that he was a bit irritated with you, from the way his smile sharpened and his eyes glowed brighter, a sign that he wasn't exactly happy with you right now.

" I thought I told you to be careful during your errands for Charlie. " He said, voice low as he began to put bandages over your cuts, the white cotton strips sticking to the dried blood around the wounds. Oh, what the Overlord would do to those sinners who laid their hands on you if he could. The need to keep you by his side as much as possible was too tempting to not take advantage of.

He'd even had his shadow bring the lowlifes to him, and he'd rip them apart, limb by limb, broadcasting their screams and desperate pleads all across Hell. A perfect show, one he wouldn't let his dear beloved partake in.

" I tried. It's not like I was the one who started it anyway.. "

You responded, watching as he put a bandage over the large cut on your shoulder, the cotton pressing against the wound as he wrapped it in a roll. Alastor's eyes widened before going back to their normal appearance, his constant smile remaining. He nearly found it humorous how his shadow told him otherwise.

" Oh really? "

His voice was a bit higher in pitch, as if he was teasing you. Alastor was finished tending to your wounds and took a step back, hands on his hips as he looked down at you. You gave him a nod, and he just chuckled, amused by the completely different story his lover was telling him.

" So, it wasn't you who threw your bags at them? Or, maybe... it was the sinners who had attacked you that had thrown the items at themselves, dearest? "

The radio static in his voice became a bit distorted, making you swallow the nervous lump in your throat. You couldn't tell if he was irritated or just messing with you... Something was making you drift to the first option, though.

" They knocked over my entire basket ' by accident. ' How do you knock over a basket, full of groceries, not intentionally? " You began to rant about the encounter. Alastor's ears twitched as you explained what had happened, finding the entire ordeal rather comical.

" Then, they kept mocking me. One of them had the nerve to call me a ' whore ' of all things! The FUCK did I ever do to any of them?! "

The Radio Demon, as they call him, listened to your story, watching as your expression switched between different emotions. It was almost adorable, seeing you get so angry over something as simple as a verbal insult, one that could easily be thrown back at the sinner.

" Oh? Did they, now? " He questioned, watching as you nodded. You were sitting up on the couch now, legs crossed over each other and arms folded across your chest. The demon's gaze turned to the shadow he possessed, waiting to get a signal that you were actually telling the truth.

He could trust his beloved, but sometimes you didn't think to tell him everything, or sometimes you'd lie to him in order to avoid getting in trouble. His shadow confirmed your story, nodding towards him before slowly fading away into the shadows. Alastor looked back at you, tilting his head. He could feel his smile widen, eyes looking down at you as you complained about the sinners who attacked you.

" Darling. "

You were cut off, eyes widening. His voice was soft, gentle, yet had a hint of static in it. Alastor leaned over you, putting his arms underneath your form and picking you up in a way that made your arms instinctively wrap around his neck for support before stinging at the sharp movement due to your injuries.

He stood firmly, holding you up against him, the two of you making eye contact. The Radio Demon's eyes were narrowed, a glint of mischief and amusement in them. The sudden silence that engulfed the two of you made you realize how loud you were.

" It's always entertaining to see the shenanigans that you manage to get yourself into. You know, it makes me feel better about how protective I am of you, ma très chère. "

#alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor x ( name ) #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x ( name ) #alastor oneshot #hazbin hotel oneshot #fluff #romantic #romantic relationship #ace alastor #out of character alastor ? #my og account wont work 😭

[createserenity]

Master List of My Fics and WIPs

Been meaning to do this for ages, so here we go. All titles link through to the fics on AO3. All The Pieces of You (E, 66k - wip)

This is my main wip. Essentially it's a mad romp through history starting from 33AD and eventually working up to the present day (or at least up to the end of season 1). A mixture of smut, fluff and ridiculous historical adventures.

AO3 Summary:

Aziraphale had known he found Crowley attractive for a long time, but there was nothing wrong with that. The Almighty had done a very nice job when she’d made Crowley and surely appreciating the work of the Almighty was what angels were supposed to do? It was nothing more than that.

Except now Aziraphale knows what lust feels like and that might be a problem.

In The Beginning (E, 8.9k - complete)

In the beginning there was a garden and the Angel of the Eastern Gate and the Serpent of Eden decided that there are better things to do than stand around in the rain getting wet.

Shameless smut, in which Aziraphale and Crowley learn what all the fuss is about sex.

Better Than Today (E, 4k - complete)

Whenever they fucked Crowley said, “I love you.”

It would probably help if they talked about it, but somehow they just keep ending up having sex instead.

Smut with a fluffy ending.

Give In To Desire (E, 4.4k - complete)

Crawley hadn't actually meant for this to happen. He'd thought he'd tempt the angel into eating and the angel would maybe have a few bites and discover that it wasn't so bad after all. He hadn't expected to be setting himself up to be tempted into the sin of lust.

Just another fic speculating on what happened in the basement during the Job minisode, because you can never have too many of those, right?

A Day For Magic (T, 3.4k - complete)

In which there is a bench, a park and a coin, which leads to silliness and fluffiness all round.

Fic inspired by these kisses.

A Time of Wanting (T, <1k - complete)

Crowley wants.

He wants so badly and he's wanted for so long that it's a physical ache in his chest now. Short ficlet that's fluffy and happy, despite how the summary makes it seem. Also inspired by the kiss picture linked above.

Goodnight Angel (E, 14.4k - wip but also works as it is)

Post lockdown-phone-call fic.

Aziraphale had told him not to come over, but he was a demon and obviously he wasn't going to listen. Besides he was going out of his mind with boredom and going to see the angel was a much better idea than a long nap.

WIPs

Apart from my main wip All The Pieces of You I've also got a follow up to In The Beginning in the works and eventually I'll go back to Goodnight Angel as well. Apart from that I'm going to list my wips here and try to keep track of them with tags and get a bit better at posting about them. Some of these will probably never get written, especially since a few days ago there was only 12, then I scrapped one altogether taking it down to 11 and now somehow I'm up to 13. Too many ideas in my head and too many half writtten fics on my computer.

After The Swap

Blind date

Dance for Me

End Times

Entertain Me

Here's to the End Times (yep different to the above fic despite the similar working title)

It's You (This one is a one shot human AU and might be posted soon)

Run Away Together

Lockdown Lifted

So You Can Take It Off (Desperately want to finish this because it's different to anything else I've written)

South Downs

This Land of Ours (fits in the Pieces of You universe)

Waking Up With You (This is another one shot that is almost done)

Job (This is finished and posted as Give In To Desire - linked above - although technically there are more chapters in the works)

#my writing #all the pieces of you #goodnight angel #in the beginning #all the kisses in the world #good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #waking up with you #it's you #wips #give in to desire #fic list

[pinkanonwrites]

I just read your new Snake!Viper and Octopus!Azul and I love them both soooo much!! I hope you dont mind but can you also make one for Hyena!Ruggie? • x • ;; Even more funny if the reader has never seen an actual Hyena and just thought they were a poor stray dog oof-

Yesssssss, this is such a cute concept! I've really enjoyed all these "Twist boy gets turned into representative animal" fics so far. I've got another coming down the pipeline soon too for all those Heartslabyul fans out there!

Fluff, GN! Reader, Hyena! Ruggie

"Give that back, you big, stupid dog!"

On one hand, you were a little bit proud. Ace had managed to go the whole morning without Grim swiping any of his snacks. He'd even made it to lunch time without issue, able to grab his sandwich of choice without so much as an irritated grumble from the demonic cat.

On the other hand, there had to be some special sort of misfortune working its magic against Ace for him to settle down beneath a tree in the courtyard, unwrap the plastic from his sandwich, and almost instantly have it snatched from his grasp by, of all things, a stray dog.

"Get back here, you mutt! I paid for that!"

The dog in question was leading Ace in circles around the well, making delighted chuffing noises through the half a sandwich still hanging from his drooling maw. It wasn't like any stray dog you'd ever seen before, here or back home. It was tall, hunched, with large, rounded ears and a strange, spiked mohawk running down its back.

And it was adorable.

"You're not even going to eat that if you do get it back." You called to Ace, who had slumped into the grass next to the well and begun gasping for air, clearly winded. The dog sat a few paces from him, relaxed as he tossed his head back and swallowed the rest of the sandwich whole. "It's all slobbery now anyway. Just let him eat it."

"Oh, you're taking his side?! That was my lunch money! Down the hatch of some big, stinky mutt!"

"Don't be mean, Ace! He's probably hungry. Why else would he be stealing food?" You picked over your own lunch, tearing your own sandwich in half and picking a few strawberries from your fruit cup. You whistled for the dog, waggling the sandwich in a manner you hoped would make it appear more tempting. "Come here, buddy! Who's a good boy? Want something nummy?"

It barely took a moment before the dog was bounding up to you, tail wagging in a blur as it snarfed the sandwich from your grip, big tongue lapping all over your fingers as it chomped down the handful of cut strawberries as well. You couldn't help but let out a delighted laugh at his antics, burying your hands in the thick, wiry fur around his neck and shoulders.

"Aww, that's a hungry boy! I bet you didn't get to have lunch today, did you puppy?" You cooed, babbling high-pitched nothings to the dog soaking up your attention as you ruffled his fur up and down, scratching under the chin and behind the ears, smushing his face between your hands.

"I can't believe you're actually choosing a dog over me right now. That's harsh, Prefect."

"But look how sweet he is, though! Baby boy!~" The dog was melting into your affections, eyes blissfully shut as his tail thumped upon the soft grass.

And really, for a stray dog he was being incredibly sweet. Had he possibly been abandoned? That would explain why he was so good about being pet. It wouldn't explain how he got into a school campus, though.

You pat the grass next to you. "Wanna lay next to me, buddy? Come here! That's a good boy." The dog cozied up next to you, resting his chin and one paw up on your leg with a contended huff. You wasted no time in burying your fingers in the thick fur on his mohawk, which made the pup begin whining in delight. "Oh, you love getting scritchies, don't you? Yes you do! Yes you do!"

So smitten were you with this adorable, seemingly stray dog, that you failed to notice another one of your school friends jogging up to join the two of you. Jack slowed to a stop a good few paces away, offering a hand to haul his fellow first-year to his feet.

"I didn't realize you'd found Senpai. I've been looking all over campus for him." He gave Ace a hearty slap on the back, which only served to send Ace into a second fit of wheezing coughs. "We managed to figure out who tried to cast a spell on Leona, but we haven't figured out how to break it yet."

"Wha... What are you talking about? Cast on... On who? What?" Through his wheezing Ace was barely able to gasp out his confusion. Somehow, you and your new canine friend had remained oblivio0us to the conversation happening nearby as you begin nuzzling your face into the top of his head.

Jack huffed, crossing his arms. "A Savanaclaw second-year attempted to curse the Housewarden with a magical bracelet that would transform him into a beast. Unfortunately, Leona didn't want it, so he handed it off to Ruggie-senpai. So now..." He gestured to the massive dog draped across your lap. "We don't know how to get him back to normal."

"Wait, hold on. So that's... That's Ruggie? The dog?"

"Hyena. But yes."

".....snrk."

"This isn't funny, Ace."

"P-PWAHAHAHAHA! ARE YOU KIDDING? THE PREFECT'S BEEN ALL OVER HIM! THIS IS HILARIOUS!"

As Ace hit the ground again, this time in a flurry of laughter, you finally glanced up and noticed Jack standing there. As you made a move to stand up, however, the dog whined, draping his paw further across your lap.

"Don't worry, buddy! I'm just gonna go talk to my friend, okay?" When the dog only whimpered again, you smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss in between his fuzzy ears. "It'll just be a m-"

POOF!

A cloud of smoke quickly engulfed you and the dog, thick and sandy-yellow and smelling of grasses and fresh laundry. You coughed a bit, waving your arm around to force it to dissipate more quickly, and as it did you saw the friendly pup you'd been cuddling with had been replaced by Ruggie, head laying across your lap and blinking up at you with an owlish expression. You stared down at him, and he stared up at you.

"Uhh... Woof?"

You yelped, jumping to your feet and forcing the second-year to tumble from your lap and into the grass. You covered your face with both hands and could feel it burning beneath your palms. Of all the people to secretly be a big, adorable dog, did it have to be the one you were crushing on? Oh, you wanted to crawl into a hole and just die.

Ace's raucous laughter in the near distance was doing you no favors, you could see him kicking his feet in the air through the gaps in your fingers. Jack, at least, has the decency to look a bit embarrassed in your stead. He moved towards his upperclassman and towed the shorter boy to his feet.

"I hope he didn't give you any trouble, Prefect." Jack bowed to you, Ruggie standing a bit behind him with the faintest hint of color to his cheeks.

"It's fine." You barked out, though it was mostly muffled by your palms. "You should go see the Professor or something. Anything."

"Right. Of course. Senpai?" Jack turned to Ruggie, but Ruggie just motioned for Jack to move past him as he stepped towards you.

"Gimme a sec, alright? I'll catch right up. Scout's honor."

"Please don't disappear again, senpai."

Jack stepped away to give you two a bit of privacy, no matter how desperately you hoped he'd stay and save you from this awkwardness. Ruggie stood there a moment before clearing his throat, scuffing his shoe against the dirt.

"I was just gonna take yer sandwiches. I wasn't expectin' you to get all sweet on me or anythin'. So don't think I was like, tryin' to trick you."

"Mhm." You responded. Still muffled, still hidden.

"And it's not like I didn't like it or anythin', either. So if either of us should be embarrassed it's probably me!"

You peeked through your fingers again, slowly beginning to bring your hands down. Ruggie's cheeks were getting redder by the minute, and he seemed to be making every effort not to look at your face as he continued to ramble.

"So if you wanna like, like uh, pet me, or scratch my ears, or... or k-kiss my head or anythin', that's-that's fine. I won't even make you get me a sandwich for it. I don't mind." He tucked his chin, one hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he stared into the ground. "...I kinda like it, anyway. If it's you."

Your heart did an eager stutter jump in your chest, but before you could respond Ruggie had already pivoted on his heel and begun jogging down the hill towards Jack.

"See ya around, Prefect!" He barked out. "Thanks for the grub!"

You couldn't see Ruggie's expression as he and Jack walked away. But with his ears flattened, shoulders hunched, and hands pulled up to his cheeks as Jack looked him over in visible confusion, you couldn't imagine it could be that much different from your own.

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