#answered request

[tanith-rhea]

Hey! i have a smuty request hehe

you're Larissa's roommate and one day when she entered your shared room she finds you masturbating moaning her name... and well I leave it in your hand how this develops

if you're not comfortable writing this or simply don't want to is absolutely okey!

Unexpected Finds

Author's note: I'm horrendously sorry for the amount of time this took me. If you stook around, you'll see your request is the first thing I wrote in a loooooong while. Word count: 2.9k

“You are horrible at this,” Riss murmured with a teasing smile.

 “To be fair, I told you I was, and you doubted it,” her nails were longer than yours; it wasn’t difficult to keep yours manicured but Larissa had long, nicely shaped nails and you had no practice with those. “Why are you complaining anyway? You can simply make them look however you want!”

“Did I complain? I think I simply made a remark on your disastrous attempt at painting them, that’s all.” 

“Ok, shush!” her rumbling chuckle quickly had you both laughing even though you tried your very best to look pissed and not charmed. 

Larissa had the ability to make everything she did look incredibly alluring or adorable. Not just textbook hot things or her cute nose scrunches and fond smiles. But hearing her yawn at eleven pm while studying for an exam you knew she could give a lecture about; her rambling and muttering under her breath at how insufferable some people were; her rare fits of anger which she would try not to show but would turn her knuckles white and make her respond to every comment pissily. It was all endearing when it was her who did it. 

“I’m just trying to support you in learning new skills,” she shrugged like it was the simplest of truths, and she wasn’t at all very amused by the entire situation. 

“Thank you so much for sponsoring my personal growth,” you rolled your eyes but smiled. Her own smiling features turned softer, the slight mocking turning fond like it so often did lately. She had no idea the effect it had on you. 

“Sadly, although I appreciate your interest in my learnings, I think we should sleep. I know you’ll blame me if you wake up late tomorrow and it’s almost midnight.” 

Despite your tender feelings towards Larissa, you couldn’t help but be a little annoyed at the changes she helped you mature into. Two months ago, you’d have kept her awake and laughing until three AM, trying to make her forget tomorrow you had class and spend more time with you. Now, you knew how important Larissa’s routine was for her and just wanted to be good for her, even if it meant giving up on pitiful attempts at doing her make-up or being teased for looking “so cute” with puppy-eye eyeliner. 

She hummed, moving the notebooks, nail polish and other miscellaneous mess from the bed to the floor.

“If you say so,” she smiled again, still fond, but there was something in her eyes like puzzlement and you had no idea what it meant. “Care to make space?” 

You bit your lip to avoid smiling too much, before putting your hair over one shoulder and laying down so Larissa could make herself comfortable on your chest. It had become a habit ever since your first “girl’s night” when you woke up like this and found you both liked it well enough. 

Of course, you had the suspicion you liked it far more than she did, being so hopelessly attracted to her, but that hardly changed anything. If she didn’t mind waking up nuzzling your neck, with her limbs all over you like an octopus, you wouldn’t be the one to complain. 

“Sweet dreams, Riss,” you whispered, subconsciously turning off the light. 

“Will have,” was all she mumbled, knowing not to wish you any dreams at all, and your heart skipped a beat at that like it always did.

You woke up feeling warm. The pleasant smell of the shared covers blossomed comfort and familiarity in your chest as you inhaled deeply. 

Larissa’s warm soft skin was all around you. Her nose was buried in your neck, her parted lips ghosting over where it met your shoulder and breathing heat softly against it. 

As usual, her limbs encased you in a trap you didn’t mind not escaping from. Her arm was slung over you, hand so close to your face that a turn of your head would have your cheek pressed on her elegant fingers. But one thing was different. 

You didn’t sleep together often. In the trimester you’d been roommates, you had only five slumber parties, and only on the last four of them did you share a bed on purpose. And, as you weren’t one to move a lot while sleeping, the likelihood of you cuddling her was relatively small compared to the other way around. But this time, it appeared your body wanted closer proximity, and your leg had welcomed hers between yours, as your hand rested on the exposed skin of her lower back. Larissa seemed to be blessedly content to continue sleeping, but you couldn’t know if she’d wake up when you tried to disentangle yourself. You partially didn’t want to, but it would be horribly awkward if she came to feeling warm wetness on her knee. 

You were robbed of a choice by her stirring awake with a long, content intake of breath. Panic ran through your veins while her muscles tensed in that particular way while she stretched, leg going stiff and tortuously pressing against you while she hummed in your neck. 

“G’mornin,” she grumbled, laying on her stomach almost completely on top of you. 

“Good morning, person who’s trying to turn me into a pancake,” you joked to diverge her attention. Did she not notice? Was this the universe having mercy on you? 

Her rumbling laugh immediately against your chest hurt as if your lungs were filled with more air than they were capable of managing and you wished you could hug her, press her onto the bed and drown her in kisses. 

“Hardly my fault when you’re more comfortable than the bed.” 

“I sincerely doubt that.” 

She chuckled, “You’ll have to trust my impeccable taste, I guess,” her still hoarse voice felt almost like velvet as she half-whispered, and you could feel the warmth of her breath on your neck, lingering for a second. 

With her there, in that fraction of a moment, still, as if waiting, you wondered if you should do something. Was she expecting you to? You wanted to feel the warm skin underneath her pyjamas, hold her against you with purpose, splay your palm and fist her hair, and bring her up to you. You wanted to press your leg between hers as well, see if she’d have the same reaction, if she’d make a sound- 

With a sharp inhale, Larissa got up on her elbow, looking at the pillow beside your head instead of your face and smiled sheepishly. 

“Unfortunately, some of us chose lycanthrope history over vampiric, so I’ll have to leave my personal mattress and get ready,” she tilted her eyebrow, but still avoided eye contact, and you couldn’t help but frown. 

“Not my fault they like to wake up early, maybe next semester you should consider joining me in night classes,” you winked, deciding to let it go and at least make Larissa laugh a little before leaving. 

“I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate,” she smiled, though, and put some books in her backpack without really looking at them, “But I’ll consider astronomy for the sake of staying in bed longer.” 

You could see her in astronomy class. For all Larissa’s attempts to look practical and cynical, you’ve learned just how much of a dreamer she was, an idealist, she’d fit right in with the precise wonder of it. 

“…with me?” you half-joked, trying your best at an impish, non-expectant, smile. 

“You wish,” was all she said, and disappeared behind her folding screen to change into her uniform. You watched as her pyjamas were draped over the division, the rattling of fabric gentle and allusive, making your mind wander until you almost didn’t notice her saying bye. 

Being her roommate was the best thing to happen to you in Nevermore. It was also the most tortuous experience one could put you through. You were still aching from moments ago, the memory of Larissa’s clothes coming off behind the screen, the pressure of her body on yours. She must have known, it was near impossible she wouldn’t notice your dilated pupils and flushed skin. Maybe that was why she left without even doing her hair. 

Fuck, her hair. She was out there with long waves down, possibly for the first time in her three years at Nevermore. How would it look in the wind? You knew how it looked over her shoulders, whiter than her skin but just as soft. 

Your thigh muscles tightened. You could feel an all too incriminating pulsing between them. She wasn’t here to see… it wouldn’t hurt her. You had done it before with her in your mind, but never after moments like this, they felt so familiar that all you could feel when she left was the heartache of not having her. Today was different. Today she left and you felt the ache of not having her against you, not having trapped her underneath you and sought what you needed. 

Your pathetic moan when you finally slid your fingers into your panties could have made you laugh, however, all you could feel were tears of relief running down your temple. Your fingers were immediately soaked, you couldn’t remember being this slick in a long time and would be impressed if it wasn’t so maddeningly frustrating. 

You pictured her on top of you, her fingers instead of yours massaging your clit and teasing you under her breath. Planting kisses on your shoulders and neck, skirting around your breasts with a sharp smile and making you squirm in anticipation. 

It hadn’t been five minutes and you could already feel your orgasm building. Hell if she’d stayed just a few seconds longer, if she had pressed just a little more, you were certain it would have happened then; with her breath on your neck and her warmth and her smell. You were so close just thinking about it- Larissa… 

“Oh my-” The loud sound of your bedroom door being shut should have been an ice bucket, instead it only triggered desperation. You knew her voice, even in that high pitch you seldom heard. If she ran out or stayed in you had no idea, but you needed to finish. 

The adrenaline of fear only pushing you through more insistently. 

You were panting, whining, arching on your back and squirming as new tears escaped your closed eyelids. It was over, she’d never look at your face again and it made you desperate. 

A sob almost choked you as you finally came with Larissa’s name pleadingly on your lips. Though what really did make you choke was a soft hand on your shaking knee. 

You opened your eyes to see her standing right beside the bed. She had an unreadable expression on her face, but her firm touch was grounding while you came down from your high. She sat close to your waist, moving her hand to rest on your stomach while she examined you with a purposefully controlled demeanour. 

“Larissa…” you whispered, squeezing your legs together as if you could hide what you’d been doing, what she saw you do. 

Her eyes shot up to yours, gleaming but not bright as they normally were. You hovered your hand atop hers, wondering if she’d let you hold it; she reached up and interwove your fingers without a word, bringing them to her lips ad kissing each knuckle. 

You squeezed your legs harder, torn between fear and hope. Why wasn’t she saying anything? 

“Why are you back?” 

That, at least, got a small huff and a smile out of her, “I packed your books instead of mine,” she said with a voice hoarser than when she woke up. “That’s what you get for leaving in a hurry,” her eyes travelled down from yours, taking in your rattled state once more. 

With your hand still in hers, she pressed it on the side of your head and gracefully straddled your stomach. 

What was she doing? It didn’t make any sense. You would have known if… if she-

"You tied your hair,” was all your short-circuiting brain could come up with. 

You got the pleasure of hearing her chuckle with fond amusement in her eyes, which was unfair and ridiculous on many levels considering the warm spot currently pressed against your underbelly. 

“Is this relevant?” 

”It could be-” you gasped as Larissa let out a small whimpering sound, eyes closed while grinding down on your hip bone. 

Your free hand grabbed her thigh in an instant, the uniform’s skirt being a practical clothing item for the first time, and moved your hip to help her along. She let out a strangled noise and you could see her belly coil under her shirt. That was unacceptable; here you were, in thin pyjamas, dishevelled and undone while she got to look like a school prefect. 

You sat up, Larissa settling on your left thigh as you did so, and let go of her hand to grab her collar. 

“Are you sure of what you’re doing?” you looked her seriously in the eyes, hoping you were masking your plea well enough. 

“Does it look like I’m not?” she breathed. 

You had to breathe deeply and close your eyes to avoid her smug smile. You bit your lip to conceal your own tugging at the corners of your mouth, then it occurred to you, there are other ways one can hide. Larissa’s half-choked surprise at your lips and teeth on her neck made not smiling quite difficult. 

While you helped Larissa ride your thigh with a steady hand on her hip, your other hand unbuttoned her shirt. She had a death grip on your right shoulder while her other arm rested around them, trapping you close to her. When you dealt with all the buttons, her unhappy whine from having to let you go made your heart race. Did she have any idea what she was doing to you? 

“Shh, love, you’ll like it better like this,” you whispered, taking off your own top as she held your knees for support. 

You made quick work of her bra, but once it came off you had to take a moment to appreciate how astonishingly beautiful she was. White, creamy skin, so hot it could melt all your thoughts away, beautiful full breasts with the rosiest, most charming nipples you’d ever seen. You wanted to look at her for the rest of your life. 

Fuck, she’s gonna kill me. 

Your hands splayed on her back and shoulder blades as you buried your face in her chest, kissing and sucking a bruise at the base of her sternum. You could feel her goosebumps under your tongue as you kissed your way to her left nipple, warm soft skin smelling of fancy lotion. 

Larissa’s fingers wove into your hair and closed into a fist, locking your right where she wanted you to be. 

The sounds she was making were becoming more and more breathless as her grinding grew erratic against you. She pulled you up into a searing and messy kiss that should have felt horrible but only made you burn with need, and when she gasped, muscles incredibly tight under your palms, you wanted nothing but to swallow every broken little guff of air as your pyjamas got impossibly wetter. 

When her shoulders slumped and her weight fell on you, you could only hug her. 

Pyjamas be damned, you could deal with it later. She breathed slowly and deeply on the crook of your neck as you traced soothingly up and down her back. 

“I know you have class soon but I just want to stay in bed,” her voice had the quality of midnight half-sleepy rants and you hugged her tight. 

“You also have class.” 

She stayed silent for a beat, ”We have thirty minutes til the next one.” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I take longer to look presentable, not everyone is magically perfect-” 

“Not magic,” she interrupted, “…and you pull off the ‘I didn’t even try’ look annoyingly well.” 

”Oh, do I?” she left your shoulder as you laughed lightly. 

She looked exasperated — almost hurt, not looking at your face — and you wanted to change that immediately “If you don’t want to stay, fine-” 

“I was just teasing you,” you hushed to say and tentatively touched her chin, making her face you, “I want nothing more than to stay the entire day in this bed with you. I could spend a week if we lived in a perfect world,” you kissed her chastely, hand cupping her cheek, and as you parted her eyebrow were knit together. 

“So this isn’t just a…” she paused, looking down between you and back up, eyes gleaming with the stubborn determination you loved so much, “This isn’t just a product of decisions took in ‘the heat of the moment’?” 

You gave pause for a second as well. If she was asking, maybe… “Is it to you?” 

“No,” she said emphatically. 

“Then no. I’d like to be your girlfriend if you’d like that. She only nodded and gave you a timid half-smile, you smiled back and laid down, dragging her with you. You could spend some more minutes like this.

I guess this one turned out ok, I'm sorry if it didn't, just very sparse minded lately <3

#larissa weems #student!larissa #student!reader #larissa weems x reader #female reader #fluff #fluff and smut #smutty smut #caught masterbating #answered request

[corrodedcorpses]

Can you write some Eddie smut with some jealose Eddie too, I'm a suckered for both. Happy ending of coarse and whatever you choose the story to be. Love your work❤️❤️

Hey thanks so much for the request, I also love jealous Eddie! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!! Jealous! Eddie, Possessive! Eddie, Dom!Eddie x Sub!Reader dynamics, Eddie’s a little mean but makes up for it, Angst to fluff, Established relationship, Established boundaries and safe word (stoplight system), Facefucking, gagging, Dacryphilia, Handcuffs, unprotected p in v sex (not recommended!), spanking, Reader encounters an annoying kinda creepy guy at the bar but he doesn’t touch her or say anything inappropriate.  

You stood lent up against the bar of the Hideout, eyes glued to the stage as you watched your boyfriend in adoration. You always came to Eddie’s gigs but every time you were amazed at just how talented and amazing he was. Fingers seeming to glide effortlessly over the frets.

You were so mesmerized by Eddie’s every move you didn’t even realise someone had come up beside you until he spoke.

“Hi there” he slurred slightly.

“Hi”, you say back weakly but politely.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“No thanks” you say with a tight smile, lifting the half full drink in your hand to show you already had one.

“So, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this all alone?”

“I’m not alone”, you say back shortly, growing more annoyed and wary of this random guy.

“You look pretty alone to me” he continues but you ignore him hoping he’ll take the hint.

“So, what’s your name?” he continued, obviously not giving up.

“I’m sorry but I’m trying to watch the band” you say, wishing he would just leave you alone but not wanting to cause a scene.

“Oh that’s fine, you can watch and talk”.

He continues asking you questions and flirting for the rest of the set and you do your best to answer short but politely.

You’re relieved when Eddie’s set finally ends, although a little sad you couldn’t fully enjoy it like you usually do. You quickly make a beeline for backstage. Finally away from the annoying guy.

“Hey guys!” you exclaim when you find them all backstage, “You guys were amazing as usual!”

You get a chorus of hey, thanks so much in return.

You go up to Eddie wrapping your arms around his waist and reach up to plant a quick peck on his lips. You’re confused when your lips are met with his cheek instead.

You pull back giving him a confused look, he looks back at you with a blank expression. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong when one of the guys catches his attention, needing help loading something into the van.

You’re left standing their confused but quickly shake it off and help the guys load the rest of their stuff in Eddie’s van.

Once you’re all done the guys suggest you should all go out for pizza and drinks like usual. You’re about to excitedly accept when Eddie cuts in.

“No,” he says snapping slightly, “we’re going home”. He rounds the driver’s side of the van calling out for the guys to pick up their stuff tomorrow.

“Oh, uh okay, bye guys,” you say sheepishly, “great set again.”

They all give you confused looks but mumble out quick byes as you hop in the passenger side of the van.  

*****

The ride home with Eddie is tense, he barely looks at you the whole time. You try your best to make small talk, telling him how good he was but he only grunts in response, eyes glued to the road.

As soon as you pull up to the trailer Eddie’s out of the van. You have to scramble to keep up with him as he storms off. As soon as you’re inside you confront him, anger boiling over at his harshness.

“What the hell is your problem?”

He just rolls his eyes at you and shakes his head.

“Eddie, would you just talk to me you’re acting like a child!” you practically scream.

“My problem?” he yells back, the first proper thing he’s said to you since his gig ended, “I’m not the one who was flirting with some guy at the bar all night while my boyfriend” - he says it like an insult - “was barely 10 feet away from me playing his gig!”

It all clicks now, how it must’ve looked to Eddie from the stage, mistaking your politeness for you entertaining that creep.

“Eddie”, you say softly, “I promise I wasn’t-“ you start to explain but he scoffs and walks towards the room not wanting to hear your excuses.  

“Eddie!” you call out while following after him. “Hey, I promise that’s not what happened, he came up to me and I was just being polite, I didn’t want to start any trouble while you were playing!”

“Oh, save it y/n” he shoots back at you, although what you’re saying does make some sense to him. But he’s stubborn, and hurt, so he doesn’t care.  

“Eddie, please, I’m so sorry” you beg, you come to stand in front of him and cup his cheek, he doesn’t look at you.

“Please,” you try again, “is there anyway I can make it up to you?”

He meets your eyes finally, big, usually kind doe eyes filled with nothing but anger as he looks at you. He contemplates you question for a second, eye’s darkening.

“Kneel” he hisses softly but harshly.

It takes you a second to realise he even said anything “what?” you ask innocently.

“I said,” he spits, hand coming up to wrap around your throat, “kneel”.

You waste no time sinking to your knees at his tone, looking up at him with big eyes.

He quickly undoes his belt and zipper, pulling his half soft cock out of his pants. He strokes it a couple times before tapping the head against your lips. “Stick out your tongue” he commands, and you obey silently. He rubs the tip all over your tongue as he continues to stroke himself until he’s hard in his hand.

He hits the now heavy tip against your tongue a few more times before commanding you to open. As soon as you’re opening up your mouth for him, he fists his fingers in your hair and shoves half his dick roughly down your throat.

You gag at the sudden intrusion, focusing on your breathing and keeping your throat slack as he sets a harsh pace from the start, fucking your face. Tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes.

 He suddenly thrusts the full length in, keeping it deep in your throat as you splutter around him. Tears now streaming down your cheeks.

“Come on, you can do it sweetheart. I thought you said you wanted to make it up to me huh?” he taunts.

He finally pulls out of your throat as you cough and splutter, catching your breath.

He kneels down to meet your eyes, thumb and forefinger gripping your chin to make you look in his eyes.

“Colour?” he asks, slightly softening, thumb rubbing a stray tear off your cheek.

“Green”, you reply hoarsely, throat sore.

“Good,” he says as he pulls you up to stand, “strip and kneel on the bed, hands behind your back”.

You do as he says, and you feel cool metal against your wrists and the familiar click of the handcuffs. Eddie then kneels behind you on the bed pushing your face roughly in to the mattress, ass now in the air, exposed to him.

He slides his dick across your folds, gathering slick before thrusting into you. He doesn’t give you time to adjust before he’s trusting harshly into you. Giving your pussy the same treatment as he gave your throat before.

It’s so rough it has your vision blurring as you moan and whimper from the intensity. You know if you needed to you could say your safeword and Eddie would stop immediately, but it feels way too good for that thought to even cross your mind.  

Suddenly Eddie brings his ringed hand down against your ass, making you cry out at the sudden pain.

“Tell me how sorry you are” he demands.

“I’m. So. Sorry. Eddie” you say, your words punctuated by his harsh thrusts.

Another smack to the plush of your ass. “Again” he demands.

“I’m sorry”

Another smack.

“I’m sorry” you say without him having to ask.

He rubs you ass soothingly then. You can feel your slick dripping down your thighs from how intensely he’s fucking you. Sure, none of this was knew to your or Eddie, having ploughed into you many times while you can do nothing but take it but it’s never like this.

Seeing him so possessive is turning you on more than you though it would. You can feel your orgasm approaching as the tip of his cock hits perfectly inside you.

Eddie can feel it too, knowing exactly how you clench around him before you’re going to cum.

“Don’t you dare cum before I do,” he warns, “only when I come inside you are you allowed to let go, got it?”

“Yes Eddie,” you whimper out.

You don’t have to hold on long before you feel the ropes of Eddie’s hot cum filling you up. It’s enough to send you over the edge, thighs shaking as your high crashes through you. Eddie fucks you both through your orgasms before finally sliding out of you, watching as his seed drips out of your swollen and abused centre.

Eddie quickly grabs the keys to the cuffs, unlocking them and pulling you carefully into his lap. He rubs your back as you bury your head in his chest, mumbling about how well you did for him, his good girl.

You look up at him with awe and he rubs his thumb along your cheek.

“I promise I wasn’t flirting with him” you whisper.

“I know,” he sighs and looks away from you, not able to meet your kind eyes. “sometimes I just can’t believe a gorgeous girl like you wants to be with me” he says with a sad smile.

His admission breaks your heart, and you sit up more in his lap, cupping both his cheeks in your hands. “Eddie,” you say soothingly, “you better believe it baby, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I only want to be with you, forever.”

“You promise?” he asks softly, his kind brown eyes searching yours, you almost can’t believe this is the same guy who just fucked you silly like 5 minutes ago.

“Promise” you say with a smile. Eddie returns it warmly.

“Now, how about a warm shower and I’ll rub some cream on your wrists and ass, huh sweetheart?” You swear your heart swells in size at the amazing man in front of you.

“ugh please,” you groan playfully, “and then some food, I’m starving”.

Eddie chuckles softly, “anything for my girl”.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things fic #Jealous! Eddie #Possessive! Eddie #Dom! Eddie #Eddie munson x Fem reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson filth #request #answered request

[revoleotion]

Heya, I'm from AO3 :] I was wondering if I could request a fic of Barbatos taking care of Asmodeus after a not-so-pleasant night? Perhaps after a savage encounter or a plain terrible night at the club? I had Asmo being injured in mind... If not, thank you for taking the time to read :] I really liked your work!! Have a great day!!

content warnings: physical assault (most of it only implied) dissociation, injury, magical exhaustion

This was fun?? Reading the prompt made me realize I already wrote something similar with them that MIGHT be a Fantastic Three chapter but I'm not 100% sure. Anyway. ENJOY.

Barbatos was not the first person on his list of people to ask for help. In fact, if such a list existed, Barbatos would probably not be on it at all.

Lucifer, maybe. But that's the problem with Lucifer, it never feels like a good enough reason to bother him. The world needs to be ending for Asmodeus to ask him for help, and even then, let's be honest, Lucifer would be too busy to justify such a course of action.

Solomon... yes. Solomon would be on the list. Solomon the Sorcerer, who always bites off more than he can chew. Solomon, who is so, so bright and yet so foolish, almost as though the universe is trying to apply some countermeasures to the grave mistake of allowing him to be born in the first place. But his ambition is what makes this so impossible; he's always got better things to do, more souls to save or to ruin, his choice. If Asmodeus were to call Solomon, would he even pick up?

It was an accident. Asmodeus needs it to be an accident. He's out in the freezing cold, blood running down his cheek. His perfect cheek.

A misunderstanding. That's what it was.

"Fuck off, we don't want Diavolo's lapdogs around."

Asmodeus smiled. He smiled. Because that's what he did.

"You're thinking of Lucifer. I'm just Asmo!"

The demon came closer, face to face, and then his fingers wrapped around Asmodeus' wrist and he realized that he wouldn't be able to pull free, even if he wanted to...

"All the same to me. Diavolo's SPIES, all of ya."

Something akin to panic was making him lightheaded. But Asmodeus only forced out a laugh.

"I'm not a spy, and if I were, do you really think I were that bad at it?" he joked, just for something sharp to puncture his skin, his perfect skin - he remembers thinking how he wasted all that expensive lotion on it in the morning. He remembers thinking that he was never going to be able to show his face again. He remembers thinking...

And then he wasn't thinking at all because they were...

"Asmodeus?"

Barbatos. Perfect, inappropriate, always busy Barbatos. Asmodeus can't tell where he came from, why he's here, why he's paying attention to a pathetic, trembling demon in an alley with a cut on his cheek, but his fingers are gentle when they reach for his elbow.

"Can you look at me? Do you know who I am?"

"Barbatos..." Asmodeus mumbles. It takes some effort to follow the order but Barbatos' green, intense eyes are easy to focus on.

"Good. Can you tell me where we are right now?"

"In front of..." He pauses. No. They're not outside the club anymore. They're...

"That's alright. Take your time."

Asmodeus' eyes flicker to a point past Barbatos. Stairs. Stairs? Doors. So many doors.

"Your room," he forces out.

Barbatos smiles, but as per usual, it's far from honest. "Good. I would like to make sure I haven't missed any further injuries apart from the one on your face but for that I'd have to touch you. Would that be alright?"

Asmodeus shakes his head. "Why are you here?"

The demon tilts his head. There's no disappointment or even impatience on his face. The touch on Asmodeus' elbow disappeared; Barbatos is not touching him anymore. It's a strange feeling, he's helpless without it, untethered to reality.

"Would you prefer for someone else to help you? I can call Lucifer..."

"No!" It breaks out of Asmodeus in a desperate burst; his cheek is stained with blood and tears all at once. Barbatos lifts a gloved hand, eyes digging into his, his movements slow, ready to stop. But Asmodeus doesn't protest, so Barbatos gently wipes his cheek, the glove coming away stained with a light red liquid. Blood and tears.

"You can do it," Asmodeus manages. "But I don't understand why you would help me."

Barbatos moves with the same graze Asmodeus is already used from him. Asmodeus allows him to push him down on a soft surface - his bed, his bed, Asmodeus is in his bed - then he places his hands on Asmodeus' chest and closes his eyes. Magic, warm; a flicker of teal, surreal.

"Ah. That's a relief," Barbatos says. He sounds like he's very far away. "You are in shock but there will be no lasting impacts... of physical nature, at least."

His hand is still resting on his chest. Something else is flowing through Asmodeus' veins now, a soothing energy of sorts.

"I can't give away too much of myself but..." The flow of energy stops and Barbatos' face swims into view again.

Asmodeus feels... great. Invincible. Like he is literally made from magic. The fog in his head disappeared, making room for more clarity. Everything that happened this night feels so far away; like it's nothing but a bad dream. Like it happened to someone else. The pain is nothing but a faint memory that's growing more and more distant. Everything around him has more color, like he's seeing colors his mind couldn't even imagine before. It's like a part of Barbatos complicated, incomprehensible magic is a part of him now.

Barbatos gives him another smile. His face has taken on a more pale, ashy color, but apart from that, he seems fine. Asmodeus is aware of his more sacrificial tendencies but he hopes that Barbatos finally respects his own limitations by now.

"Can I get you something to eat? To drink?" the demon asks.

Asmodeus allows himself to sink a little deeper into what have to be Barbatos' sheets. They smell like him.

"No," he says. "Just... hold me, maybe? Whatever you did, that probably wasn't easy on you."

Barbatos' face twists, if only for a split-second, into a guilty expression; a school boy caught in a lie.

"Ah... it was a calculated sacrifice. But if it's of comfort to you..."

"It is. Come here." Asmodeus pats down on the sheets, and Barbatos chuckles in response. The demon sighs, waves his hand to darken the room around them, and then bends down to remove his own shoes.

"Perhaps I should tell the Young Master..." Barbatos interrupts himself and takes a deep breath. His face looks even more drained, his body small and frail. "Yes, you were right, that was..."

He settles down next to Asmodeus, back pressed against the soft bed sheets, eyes flickering up to the ceiling and the doors around them.

"What did you do?" Asmodeus asks. Except that he knows. Because there's a piece of Barbatos flowing through his veins. "Oh my god. You can't just literally cut off a piece of yourself to make me feel better. You're an idiot. Say it."

"I am an idiot," he echoes back.

"Say that you're never going to do it again."

"I can't-"

"Say it."

"I won't do it again."

"Good." Asmodeus shakes his head. "You're worse than my brothers. Perhaps you are the one that needs to be constantly supervised."

"Why do you think I'm staying with my Young Master?" Barbatos mumbles, already half asleep.

Asmodeus hesitates. He never thought about it that way.

He's not going to get answers out of Barbatos, now or perhaps ever. But the shift in perspective remains - he can hold onto that. He watches the demon, strangely comforted by the body next to him, comforted by Barbatos' essence vibrating in his veins.

Then he sighs and rolls to the side to grab Barbatos' D.D.D. to text Diavolo what his idiot butler did.

#obey me #obey me fanfic #answered request #answered asks #obey me barbatos #obey me asmodeus #hurt/comfort #requests are open!! but I am NOT up to date with obey me

[polaroidraptor]

if your requests are open, can you draw runningnose

Fav allergic boyo

#warrior cats art #warriors fanart #warrior cats #warrior cats designs #warriors designs #runningnose #Shadowclan #Med cat #warrior cats fanart #answered request #warriors #wc runningnose #erin hunter warriors

[discord-emote-customs]

could you make some wing stims pls?

ah , i mustve forgotten to add this to the other post i put the wing stims in ^^" apologies , the post with wing stims is right here!

#not an emoji #answered ask #answered request

[at-weeb96]

How about Bronwyn and Marceline hanging out? They have that cool kid vibe so I think they'd make good friends.

#adventure time #asks #answered request #art request #warm up #art study #fan art #bronwyn #marceline #marceline abadeer #marceline the vampire queen #bat marceline #procreate

[mystic-story-lover]

drilla moloney x female reader where everyone thinks drilla’s a hardass but he’s a sweetie to the reader who’s his gf and he’s a HUGE simp lmao extra fluffy?

~ Because It's You ~

Word Count: 567 

Warnings:  

Type: Fluff 

Summary: “drilla moloney x female reader where everyone thinks drilla’s a hardass but he’s a sweetie to the reader who’s his gf and he’s a HUGE simp lmao extra fluffy?” 

A/N: This is a shorter one, but I hope you like it! 

~~~ 

So, do you think you’ll be able to help? 

Granted, her relationship was open to the public eye, she never expected his newest tag partner to reach out. According to the messages, her boyfriend had been a bit of a hardass lately, something that she’d become familiar with before their relationship started.  

Booking my flight now. Do me a favor and don’t tell him?    She smiled when the agreement text arrived in her notification bar. The rest of her night was spent packing things into her suitcase, and the temptation to message him. As the sun rose, she was on her way out the door, leaving for the airport. 

~~~ 

Clark sighed beside her, shaking his head in the process. Once she’d told him about her arrival time, he’d offered to pick her up, a way to help with the secretive part of everything. Dan was out doing whatever in the town, giving her plenty of time to arrive at the hotel and drop her things off. It was the first night of the road for Wrestle Kingdom, which meant he’d be headed to the arena when he was done. 

“He’ll be arriving shortly. Why don’t you hide in the locker room?” Clark tilted his head to the left, softly giving her the hint. 

She merely nodded. It didn’t take long before she heard the laughter in his voice, joking about the things he’d done with his day. It wasn’t hard to hide the smile that crept across her face, nor was it to hide the warmth in her heart. When she heard footsteps approaching the door, her eyes glanced towards the empty couch, bolting for it. 

“Fuck, man you have no idea how fucking funny that shit was.” Drilla laughed, his eyes closed as he stepped forward into the chilly room.  

“You should tell me about it.” At her words, his eyes snapped open, shooting in her direction. A growl fell from his lips as he looked at her. 

She smirked. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. Drilla knew that doing it would get her to tell him, it always did. 

“Heard you’ve been a tad of a hardass. It true?” He snorted. 

“Who mentioned?” She didn’t answer, not with words. Shifting her gaze to Clark was the only answer he needed. “Fucker.” 

“Hey, I wasn’t interested in those bossing me around moments. Miss your girl around her.” Clark laughed, leaving the room. The door shut behind him, giving the couple some privacy. 

“So, he wasn’t lying then?” A giggle with a wide smile came from her. 

“Suppose not. When did you get here?” 

“Maybe an hour ago, if that. Why?” A smirk fell on his lips. “I know that look.” 

“What do you say?” Another cocked eyebrow, and a matching smirk were the only responses in that room. 

“Promise not to be such a dickhead, please.”  

“Only for you.” He replied. 

“Then hurry up and kiss me.” 

He did as she asked, walking towards her quickly. The scent of his vanilla shampoo filled her nostrils, making her smile. It was his favorite to take on the road, she knew that, and the memory of her first time traveling with him came back. It wasn’t much different than this, kissing in locker rooms while his friends were outside waiting. Somehow, she knew he’d do this, just as he said, only for her. 

#njpw imagine #njpw fluff #drilla moloney imagine #drilla moloney fluff #answered request #~ my story :) ~

[garnetandstorm]

I don't know if you've ever seen the movie Storks, but why not write a fic where DD (the baby) accidentally discovers pantsing? Like she sees Nate doing that prank on his father Henry and she starts doing the same to both of them 🤭

(Nate is the little dude wearing a green-and-white shirt with long sleeves, just to avoid confusion between him and Henry)

Here you go!!!

A Headcanon: The Horrible No Good Very Bad Pantsing

It had been a hell of a day. After being almost fired, sent to the mailroom, and accidentally making a baby(which I mean wasn’t her fault in the first place she was just trying to help), Tulip had now set off which Junior to deliver DD to Henry. Still having a broken wing, and after crashing and escaping a bunch of wolves, the gang decide they need to rest for the evening. 

Finding a comfortable back alley as they had now reached civilization, they all lay down to sleep. However, as Tulip gets up to stretch one last time., DD also rises. Thinking nothing of it, Tulip turns around to keep stretching. 

Slowly, DD inches closer. Finding the shiny buttons on Tulips pants to be fascinating. DD reaches for the buttons, she wants one for herself. Not realizing that they are attached to Tulips pants, DD yanks down as hard as she can!

RIIIIIPPPPP! Tulips pants come down and the button rips off! Tulip has now been pantsed in front of DD and Junior. Completely embarrassed, Tulip races to pull her pants back but but because of her bad luck, the pants rip again!

Junior busts out laughing which causes DD to giggle along as well. Fuming, Tulip plops down on the ground and proceeds to try to fix her pants. 

‘This baby better be worth it.’ she thought. 

#storks #request #pixar #disney #baby #bird #pantsing #comedy #animation #my work #do not steal #answered request

[draconic-ichor]

Hey, I'm kind of new to this, so sorry if this comes off awkward, but I was wondering if I could put in a request for Radahn?

I'm a simp for enemies-to-lovers or friends-to-lovers trope and also unlikely romances, so I was wondering if you could do something along the lines of Radahn and a shy/pacifist reader? Mostly fluff with a bit of spice.

If not, that's totally fine of course. Feel free to ignore this if it isn't your style. Take care.

It’s ok! Don’t feel awkward or embarrassed to ask questions or make requests :3

I haven’t given much thought to Radahn, and the size difference alone causes some difficulties…

But I took a wack at it! A collection of a few fluffy tidbits with a shy female tarnished and Radahn. I know this isn’t much, but I hope you enjoy them all the same…

Little Bird

Radahn/female tarnished

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, scarlet rot

Summary: a little collection of some interactions throughout a blossoming relationship

Starscourge Radahn was a giant beast of a man, largest of the demigods and a fierce general upon the field. He would shake the resolve of even the most formidable warriors.

So it was to his great surprise when he saw a small tarnished dart around his garrison. She was a delicate thing with a mess of brown curls.

He’d seen her in passing, but never it long and definitely never caught her uttering a word.

Now she seemed to actively try to avoid detection while at the same time getting quite close. She tentatively snuck out with an outstretched hand, Radahn’s noble steed investigating. The horse, Lenard, snorted happily, the tarnished smiling.

Radahn’s head tilted a bit, golden gaze catching the interaction. The little tarnished felt a bolt of fear, scurrying the hide behind some large crates.

Lenard whinnied after her, tail swishing.

The little display made Radahn throw his head back in laughter. It was deep and clear, echoing over the sands.

The tarnished blinked, realizing the demigod wasn’t angry. She poked her head out, cautiously.

“A shy one, for a tarnished.” His laughter petered out into a chuckle, large hand drifting down to gently stroke the horse. Lenard leaned up into the contact. “What was thou doing to dear Lenard that sent thee running off so?” He asked, no ill to his tone.

The tarnished bit her lip, looking down. She slowly emerged from hiding, keeping her head low. The demigod dwarfed her in every sense of the word, casting a shadow that would make a dragon blush. She tiptoed forward still, showing her hands.

Lenard whinnied excitedly, Radahn has to shift very forward to see what the tarnished held. She shivered as he got closer, using every nerve not to scurry away again.

There in her small palms were raisins. Lenard was very excited, nosing into her hands soon after.

Radahn straightened, chuckling again. The sound made the tarnished blush, a little smile tugging at her lips.

“Spoiling my steed?” He grinned.

She gave a little nod, petting the horse now that her hands were free.

His smile widened at that.

~

They interacted some, from time to time, the tarnished gathering enough courage to speak. She was a shy little thing, Radahn enjoying the contrast to the usual folk he surrounded himself with.

He found himself enjoying the moments of quiet with her, even more so the deeper the rot inched into his body. He’d never been one to focus on death, giving little thought to the more mundane fractals of life. The rot send a sudden appreciation for the little things.

He lay on his back along the red sands, gazing up into the blanket of stars. Caelid was a wasteland, yet the view of the nights sky was breathtaking. Radahn was silent for a long while, truly feeling small under the cosmos.

“Did you truly do it?” Came a small voice, stirring him from his ruminating.

“Hm?” He shifted a bit, glancing down at the tiny little tarnished next to him.

“Did you truly?“ she asked, rolling onto her side, “Halt the stars?”

“Aye..” he chuckled, laying back to look into the sky again. His eyes twinkled, “…Even now.”

He heard a sound of awe leave the tarnished, smiling widening with pride.

~

His hand was outstretched, unmoving, in an offering. Radahn was crouched down on his knees, almost unmoving.

The tarnished bit her lip, worrying her hands in her skirts. Her gaze shifted up to his, heart skipping a beat.

Was he nervous?

She moved closer, reaching out to touch his fingers. His hand was almost the size of her whole body. The tarnished eased more into the contact, leaning into his palm.

A smile bloomed over his face. The tarnished could feel his heart beat through him, deepening the contact.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved his hand to cup her safely. Lifting her up, he gently brought her closer to his face. The tarnished clung to a finger for balance, falling on her butt into his palm.

Once he stopped, worriedly leaning in to make sure she was alright. He cradled her like a little bug, the situation making her giggle.

The sound warmed his heart, joining in on the laughter.

~

The Starscourge began to call the tarnished ‘Wren’, for her small size and flighty demeanor. It made the tarnished blush when he would say it. The name also gave her an idea…

“Radahn!” The tarnished exclaimed, running over the hill and waving excitedly.

The large man turned a bit, face instantly lighting up when seeing her, “My little Wren!” He unfolded his arms as he spoke, “It has been too long.”

“I know…” her face fell a bit, coming closer, “Iv been traveling. I have something to show you!”

“Ah?” He began to lean closer but paused when she raised a hand to halt him. Confusion filtered over his face.

Pulling her seal from her belt, the tarnished cast an incantation. Shifting light of golds and blues burst from her back, forming great wings. She flapped them a bit in practice before jumping into the air. Still very new to flying she almost smacked right into Radahn’s face, the demigod scrambling to catch her like a fledgling bird.

Wren fell into his palms, a mess of spectral feathers and curls. She righted herself a bit, beaming up at him.

Radahn smiled wildly, impressed. “Thou is truly a wee bird!” He chuckled, bringing her closer.

“You won’t have to reach down for me anymore!” She smiled, carefully standing in his large hands.

“Aye.” He nodded, smile softening as she kissed the tip of his nose.

“I missed you…” she murmured.

“I missed thee too.” He nodded, darkened veins starting to snake over his face, a cruel reminder of the rot that festered below the surface.

Art of Wren

#Radahn #starscourge radahn #Radahn/tarnished #fluffy little dabble #elden ring dabbles #answered request #oc art #my art

[tanith-rhea]

Hi!! Can I request a Larissa x teacher!reader where reader has younger siblings so they understand the references, jokes, and slang that the students use so they get along well with them. Larissa hears reader talking to the students one day and is confused, but reader finds it adorable and tease Larissa a little (in the lighthearted way). Thanks!!

From Newark to Burlington #2

Hey, anon! I won't lie, I was sneaky with this one. I loved your request and thought the liveliness would go just perfect with my From Newark to Burlington reader, so I hope you don't mind I incorporated that in the part 2. It is just a tiny bit more steamy and angsty than I think you envisioned, but there is almost nothing there but lighthearted teasing and fun, so don't worry! I hope you enjoy it and thank you so much! Also, can you tell I don't know half a thing about slangs?

Word count: 2.6k

Larissa Weems is your new boss. Who knew that your crush could get any weirder and more complicated? Congratulations, Universe! Good one!

Being a normie teacher in a school for outcasts was too fun to be allowed. You never thought your students could give you such a good time but when a vampire kid explained the entire Russian Vampire Affair from the early 1920s in vivid detail because their "parents were there" was a treat; or when another described the burning of the meeting house in Jericho itself because they saw it in a vision, chef's kiss.

You were thrilled. Teaching those kids was the most fun you've had for a while in an academic setting. But that was not the only thing keeping your high spirits. Larissa Weems was your new boss.

Could the Universe come up with a bigger joke? How would it surprise you now? Or worst: how could it fuck you over harder than this?

It was unprofessional to fantasize about your employer, but you're sure it was also unprofessional to look that good when stopping by "just to check how things are going."

Your students thought you were afraid of the principal because every time she appeared you looked sickly pale or lost all semblance of coherence while talking. Larissa Weems made you a lusty mess, and you were not having it!

You: Can I take you up on the hot chocolate offer?

You waited a bit for a reply, but Weems was probably busy overworking herself to answer. Her contact name was still "Larissa" from when she typed it into your phone; she wasn't Larissa anymore. Now she was boss, or principal, or headmistress. It was only three weeks, but you missed the flight where she was just the stranger who ruined your jacket and slept on your shoulder.

Larissa: Please do. When would you like to meet? Is 4 p.m. ok?

Wow, replying under ten minutes! Principal Weems was wild today!

You: Perfect. I'll meet you there...

You typed and erased and typed and erased. At the end you sent:

You: Perfect. I'll meet you there, gorgeous x

Was flirting with your boss okay? It was when you didn't know each other, but now it seemed illicit and even more exciting.

She was already there when you arrived, but hadn't ordered. You slipped into the booth with a half-smile, looking up at her beautiful blue eyes.

"Hello there," she had a charming warm smile on her face, looking almost like a proud mother when their child did something kind.

I wouldn't object to calling you mommy. You thought and had to cough to hide your heating face from her.

"I took the liberty of asking for them to keep our drinks warm, they'll bring it over anytime soon," she rested her hand on top of each other on the table "So, how have you been acclimatizing? Are the students warming up to you?" she could not stop being the principal of Nevermore even while on a date. Was it a date? You counted it as one.

"They are soo much fun. I love them all," you beamed at her and a young barista came if two cups of hot chocolate with extra cream "Thank you!-"

"I must say that I was worried they'd be a bit weary of having another normie teacher after the incident of last year. We accidentally employed a radical with plans of destroying the school." she said carefully, her eyes trained on yours.

"Gee, that sound horrible. Was everyone ok?" she seemed to approve of your reaction. Was she testing you?

"One student, unfortunately, died, along with several normies hitchhiking in the proximities, but the teacher and her accomplice were emprisioned."

"I'm so sorry," you reached for her hands, caressing them in a way you hoped was comforting "I swear I don't want to kill anyone. At least while they're all behaving." you joked and immediately regretted it thinking it was too soon to make fun on something so serious, but to your delight and absolute relief, Larissa burst into a fit of laughter, breathtakingly full.

After that, it was much easier to talk. She seemed to drift to other topics instead of school, even sharing that she was almost sure you were the new teacher when you discussed your class plans on the airplane. You joked and attempted flirting a bit, feeling almost frustrated that it was so easy with everyone else but with her, it seemed like you were stepping on a bed of nails, scared she might reject you.

In the end, it was a lot of fun. You were almost sure she wanted you, even if she tried to conceal it, and your hopes were up.

It was the last class of the day and everyone was choosing their seats at the rearranged tables to form four big groups. Today your little hell-sents would recreate historical moments when outcasts advanced in their fight for acceptance in society by building dioramas. They seemed excited enough when you told them and started working as soon as each got their prompt.

About ten minutes into the class, someone politely knocked at the door. How could a knock sound polite you didn't know, but you very much knew who could be the only person to achieve that.

Larissa greeted you with a warm smile, saying she just wanted to pass by to see how everyone was acclimatising to you. Luckily, your students seemed to like you well enough, and when Principal Weems asked what they thought of you so far Enid said, "Professor l/n slays, principal"

Some other students also contributed, complimenting you on how your classes were banging compared to last year's. You didn't like to be compared but couldn't contain the smugness from being the "cool teacher"; maybe having your pest younger siblings was not so bad if you could relate to teenagers more easily.

After hearing the praises, Larissa seemed half-satisfied half-confused. You didn't realize why that was, but quickly forgot about it when she said:

"Also, I meant to ask you after our lovely outing yesterday but ended up forgetting it," she explained "Would you like to visit me later for wine? After dinner, maybe?" she seemed perfectly innocent, but her accentuated Ts and low voice made your stomach lurch nonetheless.

"Of course-" you stopped abruptly, your voice too high and certainly perking up a few students' ears "I would love too. I'll see you at dinner?"

Larissa only nodded, amused, and left you to continue the class.

The class ran smoothly after that. The dioramas were not completely finished but you allowed everyone to pick up on their work the next week, they were having fun while learning and that was all that mattered.

While your students were leaving you started packing up your own things; you would grade in your rooms since they had a more comfortable sitting arrangement. When you were finished and ready to go, you noticed four students still in the room, whispering amongst themselves by the door.

"Hey, guys. Can I help you with anything?" you smiled at the girls, Wednesday, Enid, Bianca and Yoko. Curious how they would be friends, being all so very different from each other.

Enid eyed her companions unsurely before taking a step forward, "We were just wondering... we heard you and Principal Weems talking earlier, and after you seemed very..." she fumbled for words, and Wednesday provided an end to her sentence:

"Out of sorts, in a way. Have you done anything to upset the headmistress?" she arched a brow, very to the point, that girl.

"No, why would you guys think that?"

"You just seemed very bothered, pale and breathing fast. We thought you were in trouble," Yoko provided.

While you discussed, Larissa passed by your class, assuming it was ended and no one would be there beside you, but stopped at the sound of multiple people talking about... was it her name she was hearing?

"Girls, I am not in trouble. Don't worry."

"Then why did you look upset?" Bianca jumped in, in a demanding tone you couldn't blame a siren from sporting. It was rather becoming on her, really.

You debated with yourself what to tell them. Maybe it was that you missed the twins, or maybe the madness you felt for repressing your lust for the principal, but you decided to confide in them.

"Do you really want to know?" you asked in an almost desperate tone, they seemed to thrive by the prospect of gossip and nodded vehemently "I'm just... I'm just... simpingsofuckingmuchforthatwoman" you finished in a rush.

They were quiet for a moment, you didn't know if it was shock, disgust, or just plain simple confusion.

"Called it," Wednesday said.

"What?!" you squeaked.

"I mean it was obvious..." Yoko drawled.

Were they having you on all this time? Just to get the information out of you?

"I completely understand, I mean she's so boujee with her clothes and that air about her"

While you were slowly melting to the ground, Larissa was at levels upon levels of confusion on the other side of the door. What were you talking about? Simping? Boujee? What in heaven was all that?

"How did you know?" you asked in a disbelieving voice.

"The way you look at her? How your face looses all colour? Kinda sus," Enid chirped in. Jesus, you were so obvious, weren't you? Weems probably was just having some fun with you, watching all the different expressions your panicked lusty mind painted on your face.

"Your reaction is fully understandable and supported by us," Wednesday said in her monotone, was she saying they ship you?

"Absolutely, I'm a total stan" Enid agreed.

"Yes girl, she's totally sliving it and you deserve something good, you're the coolest teacher in this school but your awkward-ass baby vibes demand a good mommy," Yoko finished.

At the end of it, you were laughing and joking about how much of a mommy she would be, and Larissa could only gather that maybe you felt intimidated by her and the girls thought you deserved someone better, softer and that didn't make you feel so nervous. She left in a haze of thoughts, thinking about how had she managed to make you uncomfortable when she had only ever tried to flirt and be approachable. Maybe her appearance was too much for you, maybe you two were never going to work because you felt you had no choice but to be responsive and flirt back. She was so very confused, she thought you had a connection but maybe she interpreted it all wrong. Well, she had certainly dealt with disappointment before, you would only add to a long list. She wasn't necessarily sad, it was almost funny actually, she'd just have to deal with the embarrassment of it.

Dinner felt charged. When you waved to the principal, she gave you a curt nod and a smile. You sat beside her to talk, maybe flirt a bit, but she only seemed dismissive of your attempts. It was as if electricity filled your veins and tensed your spine, but not in a fun way. Larissa was weirdly relaxed, almost like you hadn't gone on a date and she had invited you for drinks. She was civil enough, talking with Vlad and Persephone, but the jovial remarks and amused smirk didn't include you.

Later, when you were getting ready to go to her office, you realized your shoulders were still tense. Maybe her behaviour at dinner was she trying to tell you she thought better of it and didn't want you to come. You were almost giving up going when the girl's voices came to your mind, about how they thought your energy balanced so well and your tentative banter was the cutest (according to Enid and very much not Wednesday). If she didn't want you she might as well say it to your face, you decided and marched confidently down the corridor.

"Oh, you came," Larissa greeted you surprised after three curt knocks "I thought you wouldn't want to after all." she seemed eerily calm and polite.

"Why wouldn't I want to come?" you asked genuinely curious while following her inside.

She filled two glasses of red wine, sweet but earthy you realized, and sat on one of the chairs by the fire.

"I'm not prone to dancing around a subject," she said matter-of-factly, looking into the fire "I may have been in the past but I learned it only causes unnecessary discomfort."

You had no idea where this was going, but hey, being direct was a great trait, right?

"I heard you talking to some girls after your last class. I was going to stop by for a chat but ended up listening in."

You felt your face heating up. Had she heard you nonsensically thirsting over her to your students? Jesus Christ, that was so embarrassing. Wait, would she scold you for talking about the principal with them? It would only be fair but you thought the mortification of knowing she heard it was punishment enough, honestly.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" you felt laughter slowly rise from the nervousness "They forced me to tell them, I swear!" now you were laughing, so embarrassed you could only laugh more and by the confused and almost amused expression on Larissa's face it was not helping your case.

She wasn't taking your regret seriously, and thinking it funny wouldn't alleviate any reprimand she might give you.

"I just..." you wheezed "I just had to tell someone" you coughed, cleaning tears from your eyes. You were so desperate.

"I'm upset about it," Larissa said calmly, and that made your laughter slowly subside "But I do agree that it is a bit humorous, if not to me. It is completely fine, really, I just wish you had told me you didn't think about me that way."

She was so put together. What the fuck was she talking about, though?

"What do you mean 'didn't think about me that way'?" you frowned, tilting your head.

She seemed equally confused, "You were discussing how intimidating I was? I believe someone mentioned I was 'boujee'? and 'sliving it'?"

It didn't make any sense to you. What was she talking about? You literally confessed simping for her... unless she didn't know... what it meant?

"And what do you think it means to be those things?" you asked carefully, picking up your wine glass and sipping with an arched brow.

She frowned and accompanied the movement of your hands with her eyes when you put the glass back down.

"Because I remember saying I am a simp for you, which means I would do whatever the hell you asked me and say thank you," her eyes went wide at that, and you smirked, continuing in a lower tone "and boujee means you are so fucking stylish and screams classy mommy all over,"

"And what does sliving mean...?" Larissa replied in a whisper, taking you in with a tight swallow, her hand dropping her own glass of wine on the floor.

"It means," you started, getting up from your chair to walk toward her, silently asking for permission to come close "that you are a glamourous and powerful woman in complete control of your life and consequentially the reason I drink three liters of water a day because I'm always so fucking thursty," you finished sitting in her lap, her hands around your waist.

"How was I supposed to understand that from all the gibberish you were talking?" if ".exe stopped working" was a facial expression, that would be her at that moment and you could not keep from laughing again.

"You weren't," you chuckled, that woman was adorable "Because as I and the girls agree, you are such a mommy" you finished before kissing her with the biggest smile.

I know this was a long time coming, guys, sorry!

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[art-of-secret-dark-heart]

How would a relationship between an istp and a yandere intj work?

✨Yandere INTJ (AMAB) x ISTP (GN)✨

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Disclaimer: The mbti types as Yanderes are done just for fun and I’m not an expert in MBTI. It’s all exaggerated so I hope this doesn’t offend anyone. This is more like ramblings for me to de-stress. DNI if you’re a minor.

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At first, it’s awkward. Neither one has a reason to chat with the other. Truthfully, INTJ might first quickly dismiss ISTP as someone who is not on their intellectual level. It’s only until they’re at some kind of event or conference that pertains to their overlapping interests/ongoing projects, do they finally say their first words to one another.

Yandere INTJ would be curious to hear what ISTP got cooking up with their own project. Especially if it’s something that he’s not familiar with. After a few minutes of talking, ISTP would offer INTJ to further continue their discussion elsewhere.

ISTP would want a change of pace/environment, make something happen, and if they have to, they will take it into their own hands to do so. Secretly, they also want to see how INTJ will react. Example…could be something like going for a run, or if feeling like a daredevil that day, inviting INTJ to something as risky as a skydive. Then having the discussion afterward, or …. possibly during the dive. (Or you know, maybe cause a fire. That’s it. Fire solves everything). Or just simply enthusiastically show INTJ, their mechanical creations up close. They can claim something like the adrenaline helps focus and memory. After hearing such a claim, INTJ would be reluctant, but also too curious to not take up the offer.

ISTP will make interesting points, keeping INTJ engage (even though he might disagree with/raise an eyebrow at some of the impracticality of their ideas). The next thing he knows, hours have already passed and although exhausted by ISTP’s antics, there’s something appealing about them.

INTJ will later ponder to himself that ISTP is not only just an adrenaline junkie. They do have a brain under that hood, an interesting creative mind. Backed up with knowledge that intrigues INTJ due to its novelty, hooking him to keep going back for more. Slowly getting obsessed with what ISTP has to offer.

-When in love but not together yet, INTJ will be carefully observing ISTP, even analyzing what they have created (Like trying to find meanings in them that goes beyond surface level appearance). All in hopes to better understand them. Thinking it will then be easier to romance them and to satiate his own curiosity.

-With how free sprited ISTP is, after spending time with them then falling in love, INTJ will start to take on a more risk taking mindset. Less inhibition to give into his deepest desires. Perhaps that’s what pushes him to finally kidnap them. 

-After the kidnapping has already taken place, INTJ will give their “partner” a work area of their own. Both will have their own separate space/room to work on their projects. (He sometimes needs his own space. Although he would want them to eventually think his project/plan is the better one, so then they will hop on board with what he wants to do.) But if they “misbehave”, he will be displeased and punish them by taking that privilege away. (And besides, it’s like he’s asking them to escape by letting them have access to tools to make their getaway…. Probably thought that they will “wake up” and realize being with him is the best thing to do.) 

-ISTP can be quite messy with their belongings. Piles of papers and tools strewn all over their work table. INTJ will be disapproving of this. Wouldn’t understand how anyone can work under such conditions. He’ll pointedly remark that this is why they have so many abandoned projects, and trouble with committing to longer ones. This is why they need him. They can do, be better… with guidance of his “teachings”.  (ISTP will vehemently disagree with all of it. And not just because they were kidnapped by them. They don’t like being control or conforming to ways of doing things by others.) 

-Both will be constantly fighting over control. INTJ wants to “help” them. (He will consider his help a priceless gift. If it was any other person, he wouldn’t have much patience to lend his help. ISTP is special and in his mind, should be thankful for the help.) Awhile ISTP would be fed up with the lack of freedom given by INTJ. 

-When INTJ’s stress is high, he’ll get touchy with his beloved captive. One might think ISTP will lash back and venomly reject this. But…actually, ISTP can quickly be touch starved enough to give into those touches. And if they find INTJ to be physically attractive, then it’ll likely won’t take long for them to completely give into the hungry touches of INTJ.

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Important end notes:

Hey, thanks for the ask! It was fun to figure out how this would work out (It was actually pretty tough in some ways though…). As I was typing this up, I soon realize that this will turn into a full/super long post. As much as I wish I can freely have the time to do such a post, I can’t. Got to control myself lol. So, I finished typing the “first meeting” part (started to type that earlier today), then i decided to make the rest to be random bullet points. Which are just… more ramblings. But I had to cut out quite a bit of things I wanted to write for this. Hope that was ok.

After making this post, I’m thinking that for future asks (which I guess this one, essentially turned it into a “request”), I would like it if it was asking for a more specific scenario. Like asking what yandere *mbti type* would do if their darling was sick.

If anyone wants a full post/ and something more general, like asking for pairings such as this one, then please check out this (the interest check for commission/tips).✨ Thanks! (And thanks for bearing with me, just a noob with all of this lol)

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[star-struck-wonderland]

Can you do a fluttershy stimboard?

Hello dear! I've actually already made a Fluttershy Stimboard on my account! You can find it here!

If you want me to make another one though, I wouldn't mind! Just send in another ask🧡

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[polaroidraptor]

Will you draw ivypool and blossomfall? 🤩

I got a little carried away! I hope you like it : )

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Hello! Could I request a transmasc Blackstar moodboard?

Posted! I really hope you like it. I wanted to get it done a lot sooner but seasonal depression has been totally knocking me out.

#mod soul #answered request

[at-weeb96]

Can you draw either Stevonnie (Steven Universe) or Azula (atla)?

Why not both? Sorry I took so long. Wanted to hone my art skills a bit more.

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[mystic-story-lover]

Hey there friend! Just popping in to request a soft lil thing with Alex Shelley where the reader wins their first big title in impact and they have a cute little moment backstage afterwards whilst taking some pictures

~ My Champion ~

Alex Shelley x Zoe (Female!OC)

Word Count: 3048

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of smut

Type: Fluff

Summary: At Slammiversary, Zoe wins her first title in a triple threat from Deonna and Trinity. After the three count Alex comes running out to celebrate.

A/N: I know that officially, the men were the main event and Josh walked out after, but I switched that up just a bit to give a little more for the story

Gif is mine

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“Are you nervous for tonight?” Deonna questioned as I sat beside her.

“Is it bad if I say yes?” I smile at her, and she shakes her head.

“Not at all! I know this is something you’ve been pushing to achieve for so long, and you deserve it Zoe.” She replied, placing a reassuring hand on my arm.

We sat and talked for a while, mostly about how the match would go tonight, and having a friend to listen to my worries truly helped. Deonna and I became friends shortly after her arrival in Impact, and it became a tradition for the two of us to sit together before one of us had a title match.

“Babe, there you are.” I heard from behind me, and spotted my boyfriend coming up to us.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” I asked as he wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“Well, I just had a meeting with Scott, and he mentioned that my match has been moved to the co-main event. You, Deonna, and Trinity are going to close the show.” He smiled down at me, and a feeling of dread overcame me.

“What?! When did this happen?” I asked frantically as I began to panic. 

“Hey, Zoe, it’s alright. The match will still go on as normal.” Deonna stated, giving my arm a gentle squeeze. 

I shifted my gaze to her, and she gave me a soft smile. A warm hand drug itself over my arm, and I glanced up to see Alex looking down at me. He wore a smile as well, and when I looked at him, he placed a kiss on my lips. 

“It’s going to be okay.” He reassured me before kissing me a second time.

“You guys are right. I’ve just been so nervous about this.” I sighed before leaning back, my back coming into contact with Alex’s belt. “Shit that’s cold.” I hissed.

Both of them chuckled at my words, and Alex took off his denim jacket before helping me into it. Once he knew it was settled on me, he helped me lean back against him once more, this time the jacket protecting my back from the cold.

“When is Chris fighting?” Deonna asked, and I checked the time from my phone. His match was going to start soon, so we needed to be at the monitor’s for the segment with Alex.

“Soon, which means we should go in a moment.” I spoke, and Deonna nodded at my words.

“I’ll see you later then Zoe. Good luck Alex, you’re going to do great.” She stated before standing up and walking away.

“Are you ready to go beautiful?” Alex asked, massaging my shoulders a little. 

“Yeah, I am. I’m going to try and catch Chris before his match.” I replied, and Alex released my shoulders, giving me the chance to stand.

Once I was up on my feet, Alex reached for my hand, and he interlaced our fingers together. We greeted those who we passed in the hallways as we made our way to the interview area, that way, once Chris’ match came to an end, Alex would be there ready to go. When we arrived, Alex released my hand and gave me a gentle kiss to my lips.

“Could you tell him that I’m proud of him?” Alex asked, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“Of course, and I’m sure he’s going to appreciate it.” I smiled at him, which he softly returned.

I turned around after that, and began walking over to the guerilla. Lio was standing there waiting for his music, and I watched as he bounced on the heels of his feet. Chris was over in the corner talking with the ABC, since their match would be only seconds after this was. 

“Zoe, what are you doing over here?” Lio questioned.

“I came to check on Chris before the match, and deliver a message to him for Alex. Are you ready for this?” I replied, and asked as he began to shake his arms.

“A little part of me is, yeah.” He answered, but before he could say more, his music began to play. “See you later!” He called as I began walking towards Chris.

He stopped his conversation as he saw me approach them, and the others welcomed me with a smile.

“Hey, Alex wanted me to let you know that he’s proud of you.” I stated, a giant smile plastered on my face.

“I’ll give him my thanks after the match.” He smiled at me. “I heard you got moved to the main event.”

“Terrifyingly so,” I laughed. “That’s your music, time for you to go.”

Chris nodded, and shifted his face into a serious expression, and walked toward the curtain. Ace, Chris, and I watched as he disappeared before they turned to speak with me.

“So, you’re nervous about the main event?” Chris asked.

“Yeah, I mean this is something I’ve worked for, but it’s terrifying that it’s actually here.” They nodded at this, and we heard Lio’s music begin to play again.

“Well, guess we better get ready.” Ace chuckled, trying to bring light to the situation.

“Give me too sweet.” I smiled proudly. 

Ace and I debuted around the same time together in Impact, and we’d always been close because of it. When it was just the two of us trying to make a name for ourselves in Impact, we had each other’s backs, and that never really changed. He was my best friend, through and through, but I was grateful for the other friends I’ve made along the way. Both Sabin and Bey, the Chris’ as we called them, were two of those that came around shortly for me, and we’ve been friends since. The guys too sweeted me, and they smiled as I waved goodbye.

“Hey, babe, I’m over here.” I heard Alex’s voice, and turned my head to the right, spotting him smiling at me. 

“Hey you, how did your segment go?” I asked, smiling as I got closer to him.

“It went well, at least I think so.” He chuckled, a smile forming on his face.

“Alex!” Chris called, and I watched as Alex’s gaze shifted, thus causing me to turn around and spot Chris coming our way.

“Hey man!” Alex retorted, and I watched as the two men struck up a conversation.

It was only a few months after my debut in Impact that I met Chris. Everything around me was nerve-wracking, and I was still adjusting to being in a major company. Seeing my nerves, Chris swore to take me under his wing and make sure that I was safe here, and that I was happy with my career. Since then, he’s been one of the people I trust most in life. Not long after meeting him, he introduced me to Alex. 

“Babe, are you with us?” Alex waved a hand in front of my face, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Oh, sorry, what did I miss?” I asked, and Chris started to laugh. I playfully punched him in the arm, and he pouted, causing Alex to erupt in a fit of laughter.

“We were talking about our favorite bands to listen to.” Chris replied, rubbing his arm in a dramatic effect.

“Well, mine’s definitely got to be FIDLAR.” I smiled, and Alex nodded.

“No way, there’s so many bands to choose from.” Chris groaned. “How can you just pick?”

Alex and him began to argue over which bands were better, allowing me to get distracted in my thoughts once more. The conversation reminded me of my first date with Alex, and a smile grew on my face at the thought. It started with lunch, which we went to a cozy restaurant, and then he took me around town to explore Detroit. I’d just moved there about a month before, but was so busy with Impact and Indies that I didn’t have the time to get around to it before our date. Once our tour was over, Alex took me for a beautiful stroll of the beach at sunset, and that’s the spot where we share some of our best memories. When Alex asked me to move in with him, we were spending time at the beach, and he waited until the sunset arrived to ask, mentioning that it was his favorite memory from our first date, therefore he wanted it to be as important for this.

“Earth to Zoe, are you still there?” Chris asked, but I didn’t notice. 

Everyone knew how I felt about Alex, no matter how much I worked to cover it. Ace was the first to figure it out, and from there he mentioned it to Gia. Second to learn of my feelings was none other than Alex’s best friend, and he instantly came running to me when he realized it. The conversation mostly consisted of “you can’t tell him” and “I won’t but you need to”, even though I never intended to. I wanted to wait for the feelings to disappear on their own, but when Alex asked to talk to me, and told me how he feels, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to tell him the same thing. Once our feelings were known, Alex and I became even more inseparable, much to the annoyance of Chris.

“I think she’s thinking about you.” Chris stated.

“How can you tell?” Alex asked, looking over at me, still lost in my own little world.

“Look at how she’s smiling. She wore that same one when she told me you asked her on a date.” Chris replied, pointing at my face.

“Huh? What’s wrong?” I asked, confusion wrapping itself into my facial expression.

“Ah, there she is!” Chris exclaimed. “Were you thinking about your boyfriend?” 

“Yes sir I was.” I spoke matter of factly. “Mostly about how everyone knew how I felt before he did.” 

“Well, as much as I’d love to hear about how you were thinking of me, I’ve got to go. Nick’s walking out in a second.” Alex smiled at me before placing a kiss on my forehead, causing Chris to gag.

“Did the other two matches end already?” I asked, completely unaware of how much time had passed.

“Yes, they did Miss Daydream.” Chris laughed and I flipped him off.

“I’ll see you after your match. Good luck babe.” Alex said before kissing me.

“The same to you handsome!” I called as he walked away. 

Chris turned to face me, and he wore a smirk, making me know something was up.

“What do you know that I don’t?” I asked, poking him in the chest with my finger.

“Just that Alex has a surprise for you.” Chris said, raising his hands in surrender before walking away.

“What was that about?” Deonna asked as she approached me.

“I’m not sure, to be honest with you. All I know is Alex has a surprise, and he walked away before saying more.” I sighed, bringing a hand up to my hair. 

“Weird, maybe it’s something to congratulate you.” Deonna asked with a smile.

“Possibly, but I’m not sure.” I answer her and begin to pull my hair out of the braid it was in. 

I ran my fingers through my hair as Deonna and I watched the match on the monitor. Alex was quick with his movements, but it was clear they wanted to show it as Nick had the power advantage to take the win. We watched as Alex hit “Sliced Bread” and heard a hiss behind us, causing me to turn around and see Trinity. I smiled and waved at her before turning back around to continue watching that match. As we continued to watch, more of our friends came over to see how this played out. 

“Here is your winner, and still your Impact World Champion, Alex Shelley!” It was announced, and I let out a little scream of excitement. We watched as Alex walked up the ramp, and Chris was right next to me as we waited for him to come back.

“Hey, there’s my champ.” Chris whistled, smiling at Alex. 

“Hey man!” Alex laughed, but stopped when he spotted me.

“Congratulations, champ.” I whispered and watched as Alex smiled.

“I did it for us, baby. We’re gonna run this place.” He whispered back, approaching me. I leaned into his palm as he rested his hand against my face, and smiled up at him.

“Get a room you two!” Ace shouted from the crowd, causing us both to laugh.

“She has a match first!” Sabin called back.

“Did you really think I’d miss it?” I asked.

A rupture of “no” came from the group, and I laughed. When everything seemed to go wrong, these were the people who showed me they could go right. I’d always be thankful for my friends here, no matter what happened to me.

“I’m glad I had a spare jacket waiting for me by the way.” Alex laughed, and I blushed.

“Is it okay if I wear this one tonight?” I asked with red cheeks, and he nodded before kissing me so I could go.

A whistle interrupted us, and I knew that it was time for me to get in position. I gave Alex one last peck before walking to right behind the curtain and waiting for my music to begin. Once it played, I walked out, and made my way to the ring where I waited for Trinity and Deonna. As they came out, I moved out of the ring to give them space. When everyone was out here, I slid back into the ring and got into a corner where I waited for the bell to ring.

The match was back and forth for all of us for a while, each trying to hit their signature move instantly. A quick win wouldn’t be easy, that much was clear for us, so we continued to battle it out. As Trinity was about to end the match, I shoved her out of the ring, and hit Deonna with a Shellshock, giving me the opportunity to pin her. I did exactly that, listening as the ref hit the mat three times, and I scored the win. I quickly rolled off of Deonna and watched as she rolled out of the ring, allowing me room to celebrate. 

“Here is your winner via pinfall, and new Knockouts World Champion, Zoe Scott!” I grabbed the belt from the referee’s hands, and tears fell from my eyes. I raised the belt above my head, and I could hear the fans cheer for me. Truly, it was a dream come true for me. As I was celebrating, the Motor City Machine Guns song began to play, and both men came running to the ring. Chris instantly wrapped me in a massive hug, allowing me a moment to let my tears out. When we let go, he raised my hand, showing everyone that I was supported by him, causing me to smile in between the tears. After a second, he released my hand, and Alex reached for my other one, using it to twirl me into him before placing a passionate kiss on my lips. Normally, I’d kiss him back, but I was caught off guard as Alex and I weren’t public with our relationship. It took a second, but I did end up kissing him back. When the kiss broke, Alex signaled for a mic, and he was granted with one.

“Congratulations to my wonderful girlfriend on winning her first title here in Impact.” Fans screamed when he used that title, and I smiled as tears continued to roll down my cheeks. “I love you so much Zoe.”

I ran into his arms, belt still in my hands, and he embraced me in a tight hug as we celebrated my win. We spent roughly five minutes in the ring before walking back hand in hand with Chris beside me. Once we were in the back, I released Alex’s hand and ran towards the area where I spotted Ace. At this point, I was wearing the belt around my waist, so I was easily able to run into his arms for a hug. 

“You did it Zoe!” He exclaimed, squeezing me. “I’m so fucking proud of you.” 

“Thank you for everything Ace, I mean it. You’ve been my best friend for years, and you never once gave up on me.” I cried, and he began to rub my back.

“Zoe, I’ll always be here for you. You’re my best friend.” He smiled as I pulled away.

I hugged him once more before turning around to see Alex. He was smiling at me, and I ran back into his arms, this time jumping for him to hold me.

“We got a wild Zoe on the loose.” Chris joked, and I laughed, throwing my head back.

“Don’t fall now!” Ace chuckled.

“I won’t drop you, don’t worry.” Alex reassured me, sliding one hand up to support my back.

We spent half an hour with our friends, having a blast and reminiscing on past times. By the end of the night, I was exhausted, and I could tell Alex was too.

“Babe, we can go back to the hotel, you know that right?” I sighed as I laid my head on his shoulder. 

“I know, but I want you to keep having fun.” He answered.

“All I need to have fun is you.” I whispered and kissed his neck.

“Babe, what are you doing?” He groaned as I placed another kiss. 

“Showing you we can have fun too.” I state before kissing higher up.

“We’ll head back and have as much fun as you can handle then,” Alex groaned again as I kissed right under his earlobe. “But I have a question first.”

“What’s up?” I asked, pulling away from him.

“Will you wear my jackets more? They look good on you.” He asked sheepishly.

“Of course I will!” I giggled, excited at the question.

“Good. Now let’s go celebrate.” Alex smirked as he stood up.

“It’s gross to think my best friends are leaving to have sex.” Chris made a disgusted face as he began walking away.

“Oh don’t worry Chris, I’ll make sure to tell you all the details.” I joked.

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