#but he draws the line at dating mc

[witheringwidgetwrites]

MC has a secret admirer!

Request goes; They're already dating but it's new so most of the lesser demons don't know about it. MC then starts getting love letters from an anonymous person and the Dateables/Brothers get the need to show off that MC is theirs?

I'm gonna do the brothers first! Hope that's cool! If yall wanna see more pls request it! (Also pretend that this is near the beginning of yalls relationship)

INTRO

"Wow, look babe, I got a love letter! Guess I'm more popular than I thought, you might have some competition." You chuckle, kissing his cheek. It was a very flattering letter, laying out all your strengths, compliments sprinkled generously throughout the writing. It was... surprising to say the least. But you were excited to tell him about it!

LUCIFER

If he's already on edge, he might just yank it and rip it in half. Today, however, he's in a good mood.

"Let me read it." You hand him the paper, watching him closely as he grimaces and scoffs. He's not nervous, but he is baffled that someone had the nerve to send you such a... bold letter.

A little prideful, in the sense that he has something that no one else can. He know's you wont leave him for some lower demon, but he can't help but feel slightly threatened.

Walks a litter closer to you around town and RAD. He'll hold your hand when the hallways start to filter out and there's less students around.

Puts in the effort to take you on more public dates, Restorante Six, most likely. kissing your hand and giving you roses at the table. He's not flashy, but it's enough for rumors to spread quickly.

MAMMON

He rips it from your hand, immediately turning his back so he can read it. "Is this the kinda lame sappy stuff you're into? Even I'd do better than this! It don't even mention ya eyes!"

He hands it back to you, mumbling something about, "i'll show 'em" before he stomps off, shaking his head.

He struts the RAD halls with his arm around you, glaring unnecessary at anyone who walks by. He's certainly on edge for the first couple days after. He starts passing you small silly notes during class, little drawings and pickup lines. You watch him as he turns away, hand trying to cover his flushed cheeks.

Also takes you out more. Carnivals, amusement parks, more casual things! Posts 1 post, with a few photos of you together, captioned 'almost as good as grimm.' If you get another letter, you might end up having your first kiss in front of the school!

LEVIATHAN

"Wha? Who?" He can feel his heart beating faster, anxiety rising in his chest. "Just kidding Levi, you're the only demon for me!" You giggle at him. "Could I read it?" You hand it to him, watching him plop down in his gaming chair. He gets very expressive while he reads. Before long, his tail is swishing behind him, "they don't even know you! There's no mention o-of any of your favorite videos games in here! You love games." He frowns, throwing his hands up dramatically. "I know Levi, I don't even know who sent it. Don't worry, they don't know me as well as you do." He pretends to lose control of his tail, that pulls you into him for a hug.

He sulks for a few days, but after some reassurance, he has a plan. You're going to the aquarium and he'll hold your hand! That'll really show 'em. Might even go to physical school a few days more than usual to walk with you.

He writes you a little in-game dialog sappy note, telling you a few things he loves about you. Might make a singular Devilgram post with you, hugging his Ruri-chan body pillow, captioned ''my #1 and my #2'

ASMODEUS

"Ohh! Of course you're popular MC! Everyone loves you, and me of course. We're the top power couple! Now let me take a look." He smiles at you, smile faltering slightly as he reads the letter. Eyes blinking a little stiffly, he hands it back to you. "That's so superficial, you're much better off with me." And with that, he walks away.

He shows the world exactly who's you are immediately. You're tagged in maybe 10 posts in a row. Pictures of you and him, some of just you, all captioned things like, 'my love' and 'my number one always' and 'remembering the moment I fell for you' and it's unmistakable.

Becomes even more affectionate in the RAD hallways, snuggling up to you, sitting in your lap/having you sit in his during lunch.

SATAN

He frowns, putting his hand out for the paper. He glances over it, brow furrowing as he reads. "This is amateur writing. You deserve much better." He hands it back to you, walking past you quickly with a scowl on this face. He turns back halfway down the hall, "be ready at 6:30." You decide to leave him be.

First order of business, he writes you a beautiful letter. It's long winded, many poetry references, and references to stories you've read together. Even compares you to a cat, somehow. He does not give it to you yet.

He dresses nice for your date, electing to take you to dinner, and then a stroll through the royal gardens. As you approach the doors to the House of Lamentation, he turns to you, reaching in his pocket and pulling out a wax sealed letter, your name written neatly on the other side.

Sits a little closer to you at lunch time, and in the library. Hoping someones will see and rumors will spread.

BEELZEBUB

He doesn't read the letter. He's a little jealous, but he thinks reading it will upset him, so he stays away.

He makes the small effort to hold your hand more. He's not normally one for PDA, but for you, he can make a small exception. You can see how flushed his face is when you look up at him.

On game days, he lets you wear his jersey until he needs it. Might post a picture on his Devilgram of you in it. Captioned, '#1 fan'

After one of his games, he sees you talking to a lower demon, they seem to be standing awfully close. He sees them throw their arm around you, and so he calls for you, pretending he didn't see them. He waves at you, jogging over and cupping your face with his hands before placing his lips on yours.

BELPHEGOR

He's half asleep when you tell him. Isn't really bothered until you make the comment about competition. Now he's awake, and looking around like there's a present threat. Yanks the letter from you, holding it close to his face while he scowls. He scans the paper, before rolling his eyes and rolling back over onto his side, taking the letter with him.

Pretends he's not bothered. Asmo brings it up at the dinner table, Belphie calls it a "stupid letter" and crosses his arms, slouching.

Doesn't bring it up again, but you notice he's a little more cuddly in public than he was before. One day after class, he finds you in the library studying, he saunters over, kissing you brashly, tongue tracing the edge of your bottom lip,and loudly, before wiping his lip with his thumb, and sitting next to you, "what're you studying today, MC?"

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[pennyblossom-meta]

Analysis of the romance in Death Note's Spiraling Trap game.

EDIT 02/03/2024: minor edits and fixes, added a few imgs and extra content.

A huge thank you to the folks over at agtteam who translated L - the ProLogue to Death Note: Spiraling Trap into English! Now we can all date L become FBI agents after hours.

I've been playing the game recently and one of the features I love the most is the L Communicator, which allows the main character (referred to as MC henceforth) to take a break from adventuring and listen to L talk about whatever is on his mind.

There's around one hundred different lines available as the MC develops a relationship with L and they paint him as such a sweet, attentive and thoroughly unique individual that I was surprised by how detailed it was. If you're thinking about playing, then this part is definitely worth putting effort into.

The mechanics of the dating sim are relatively simple: during the adventure, you'll pick up a number of recipes hidden among traps and tools. Then, Watari will provide the ingredients and you can give L whatever sweets he specifically craves. These recipes and cravings depend on the time of day and can be season specific.

Character analysis

As stated in-game, giving L sweets causes his appreciation for the MC to grow. However, L being L, means that he craves different sweets throughout the day. He's definitely very specific about what he likes and what he wants for his sugar fix.

However, if you give L something he isn't craving at that specific moment, he will sulk. The way he expresses his displeasure varies according to the depth of the budding relationship he has with the MC.

L: To tell you the truth, there are many other things I would have preferred. L: [F/N], I hate to say this, but I really would have preferred something else. L: F/N], you must know that I was hoping for something else, right? L: [F/N]… It’s not my favorite but, it made me really happy.

Note: Given that the books in the expanded universe (Another Note and L: Change the WorLd) came out before this game, I think some of the quotes further ahead might be a subtle nod to how L is perceived by the police forces as the "creepy murder detective". However, references about his piece of mind lead me to believe that L craves some respite from the burdens he carries on his shoulders — burdens so strong that they managed to curve his spine.

Note: I'm unsure how the system here works, as the MC also gets points for gaining L's trust in the actual adventure when they a) agree with his observations and b) find key objects hidden in unsuspecting places. It might affect the available lines through the L Communicator.

L: Today is going to be a better day… Let’s think positive. L: I wonder what kind of morning this will be. L: It seems the air outside is crisp this morning.

L: I want to finish what I need to get done before night falls. L: It’s nearly sunset. Time for children to go back home. L: If you just stare into space, night will be here before you know it.

L: It’s already evening… Time keeps passing me by. L: There’s something different about the air at night. L: Night-time, dusk… It’s the witching hour.

As a naturally introspective individual, L observes the world around him and draws conclusions. To my surprise, the game actually managed to capture how observant L is about small, unsuspecting details of daily life and give him a slightly poetic side laced with a hint of wistfulness that suits his character well.

This is a side of L in his private life that I personally wish we had been able to glimpse during the Kira investigation. Though, at the time, L was busy trying to prove that Light was, indeed, Kira. It left him little to no time to enjoy the world around him. During the brief time that L could have had a semblance of rest right before the Yotsuba arc, he was depressed that his deductions were "wrong" — though I could see him musing about some of the above, equal parts whimsy and sulking.

L: If I start to lose my touch… I guess I’ll retire. L: Another day, another mystery… L: I have a lot of thinking to do. L: I feel like doing some capoeira… L: I haven't played tennis for a while. L: The weather today is… Well, it matters not. L: I, um… No, ignore me. L: Am I reading too much into it…?

As a thinker, L has a lot of unfinished thoughts he says out loud. Some border on cliché, others are musings about things he'd like to do or that he's missing.

I wonder if some of his thoughts end up trailing off because, suddenly, he catches himself and believes they're not important? Or that he doesn't think the MC would be interested in what he has to say beyond work matters?

L: “In spring one sleeps a sleep that knows no dawn.” Though, too much sleep isn’t good for anyone. L: If you think about things persistently, noticing all the sides to them will come naturally. L: Strawberries… Despite the name, they aren’t actually berries. How berry disappointing. L: The one who has thought it through wins. It’s true for chess, and for deduction. But in the case of love… I don't know.

He's also a philosopher at heart, always thinking about the human condition. In these we can also witness his dry humour, silly puns along with a subtle desire to share his thoughts on the world and give helpful advice.

As for love, L is cautious but willing to learn. It's a topic where he's out of his depth.

L: Um, Watari is… L: I wonder if Watari’s asleep? L: What could Watari be up to? L: Today is Thanksgiving Day. I am truly grateful to Watari for his diligence.

I found it interesting how L's thoughts eventually go back to Watari and what he's doing. He's the one person that L relies on and whom he interacts with the most. Other people are passing acquaintances at best, who show little interest in L beyond work.

Notice how he mentions diligence? Although it is a utilitarian consideration, it also reveals a thankfulness for the comforts of familiarity and the peace of mind that trusting someone close brings. This is a topic we'll explore better at a later stage, i.e., how trust and acts of service work as a relationship builder.

Romance

Neutral stage

One of the first things I've noticed is that, during the early stages of the relationship, L is still very formal and quite a bit dismissive — even borderline rude. As his sugar fix gets sated by the MC's keen suggestions (Watari provides the ingredients, of course), L grows gradually more fond of them and wants to include the MC in his life with an enthusiasm I can only define as endearing.

L: Aren’t you bored? You don’t have to check in on me. L: Don’t you have stuff to do?

At the beginning, L is still wary of the MC on a personal level as they have absolutely no rapport beyond a partnership of circumstance and usefulness in the name of justice. He's quick to get bored and doesn't take it very well when he's given sweets he isn't craving. A bit childish, one could say, the way he sulks when the MC errs by not reading his mind.

L: Did I enjoy it? Let me just say “no comment”. (about sweets that weren't quite to his taste)

It's also very in-character for L to feel both annoyed at someone who is randomly calling him and be suspicious of their motives.

Growing interest

L: Spending the afternoon with you isn’t so bad. L: Even though it’s late, you’re not going to bed, huh? L: You must be a night owl, [F/N]. L: I’m a little curious about you, [F/N]. L: Are you having a good time? I’m just curious. L: You’re kind of… Ah, no, forget I said anything.

He starts addressing the MC by their first name as he becomes more enamoured. It's very sweet. I was pleasantly surprised at how attentive L becomes as he gradually comes to the conclusion that this is a person who understands him.

Mind, due to game mechanics the MC gains approval by giving L sweets, but from a narrative perspective what's really happening is that L not only feels seen and understood, but also accepted. And when that happens, he starts lowering his walls and relaxing.

As a plot device, I would say these are defining moments within L's thought process here; he's curious about the MC, finds them interesting enough to want to know more them and pursues that curiosity to see what they might have in common. It seems he's both a little baffled and content about this development.

L: [F/N], what do you think of when you see a sunset? L: What are you doing this afternoon? Oh, should I not have asked? L: Are you a night owl? Oh, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want.

It should also be noted that L is very mindful of boundaries. There's a tentative, almost shy attempt to connect. He's determined to indulge in his curiosity since the MC's attentiveness towards him shows an opening for closeness he's unused to (but is happy about) and to tend to his more immediate needs (i.e., food cravings), which in turn shows a genuine concern for him. Aside from Watari, I doubt anyone ever extended L similar kindness.

And it is in this determination to get to know the MC that I also find Mello's words (AA: LABB Murder Cases) that L is actually a very active, aggressive individual with absolutely no interest in social conventions perfectly represent him this game, as he navigates a growing fondness with expectation, curiosity and caution — on his own terms, while minding that he doesn't overstep.

L: Staying up late talking to you… It makes me feel calm.

I find it particularly heartbreaking how this confession of L unknowingly makes it more transparent how burdened he is. The spine curved by burdens unseen, the addiction to mind games and sweets; all of these point to stress factors which isolate him further, increasing the loneliness and lack of affection in his life.

That L feels the need to mention the MC makes him feel calm seems telling.

L: We’re both late workers, huh? That makes me happy. L: [F/N]… You’re pretty formidable. L: It’s reassuring to have a partner like you. You’re someone I can trust. L: Your feelings have been received. (Valentine's Day) L: The fact we’ve become so close was an unexpected development on my part.

And here it is, the acknowledgement just as L enters the highest stages of approval, where he expresses admiration and happiness at the close bond he developed with the MC.

"An unexpected development on my part" is quite the turn of phrase. One can only wonder, but I'd make an educated guess that L didn't see this coming because:

a) no one showed feelings towards him before. In his line of work, hidden behind a screen there is no time to indulge or get attached to anyone (he would mistrust their intentions anyway) and so L keeps everyone at arms length, sharing little more than a professional side of himself and fostering utilitarian relationships that help him win "games". L ultimately carries various burdens the average civilian would never be able to understand, all due to the pressure of his job. When failing at the "game of cat and mouse" means being responsible for the likely deaths of dozens, perhaps even hundreds or thousands, the stakes are up in unimaginable ways. What started as a thrill chase can have catastrophic consequences should L fail. That in itself alienates him from society at large. It's a game that L plays well and absolutely profits from, but it is also an indicative of two major flaws: his addictive personality and how he suppresses his emotions to carry on. Coincidentally, it's the expanded universe, in particular Another Note: LA BB Murder Case and L: Change the WorLd, that give us the best insight into this. This isn't too dissimilar to the struggles policemen face in high risk jobs or technicians who have to flag and delete sensitive content from online platforms. These people end up changed from what they see — and some carry traumas for the rest of their lives. That's not to say that L doesn't feel for others. He respects people whom he considers good or morally upstanding (Soichiro Yagami), who are competent in their line of work (Naomi Misora, Mogi), worthy of a second chance (Aiber and Wedy), who speak their minds, unafraid (Aizawa) or who are reliable, loyal to him as a person and not just his cause, in whom he can place his trust and feel secure won't betray him (Watari). The MC seems to fall mostly in the last category, though the relationship is rather precocious — and there seems to be a fair amount of wishful thinking and even projecting on L's part, since communication happens over a device connecting two people remotely. He falls both for the idea of the individual and their attentiveness towards him. When L mentions that they make him feel calm, I'd argue it comes both as a surprise to him and a confession of a closeness and safety he intimately craved — though I personally view L as someone who feels lonely and wanting healthy human contact, even if his social skills might not be the best (worsened by his distrust of people as a whole). Someone who ultimately is willing to adapt to him but whom he can adapt to, as well. Someone who sees him as a person and not an unfeeling robot. It's a POV that certainly challenges certain aspects of DN: Vol 13. I would further argue that L's portrayal has evolved significantly beyond the manga, and that his subsequent humanising is partially a result of the creative liberties the English translations took, as well as a more empathetic view of the character and hidden struggles. Each medium displays a separate iteration of L, with common variables.

b) L fosters distant relationships with others as a safety measure. Aside from Watari, L's contact with other people had always been distant, work-focused, perhaps even tainted by notions of his supposed creepiness as a kinky detective "who relished bizarre murders" (L:CtW). He's useful to the police because he achieves favourable results, though L is still viewed as "a human computer, capable only of measuring mass murders in terms of cold numbers, a reclusive sociopath" (L:CtW). He isn't necessarily liked; in fact, I would argue he rubs people the wrong way most of the time — as we can see during his interactions with the Task Force, during the events of Death Note. L is tolerated, a useful asset who is both mysterious and a pain to deal with. However, he's also put on a pedestal due to his status (i.e., Relight, the children at Wammy's). For the latter, he purposely shatters their idea of L as this unbeatable, paragon of justice by defining himself as a monster (anime), a dishonest cheating human being who hates losing (manga). I do share in lux-mea-lex's perspective on L doubting his own humanity and how it fuels a certain self-hatred for distrusting everyone around him. As lux mentions, "love comes with trust" and L is an excellent detective precisely because he questions everything and everyone — but it comes at a cost: his own loneliness. To draw a parallel, L's ultimate flaw — and that which makes him great at his job — is not unlike what we see during the moments of extreme anguish that Veronica Mars goes through in her personal relationships and which draw people away from her when she oversteps boundaries to prove she's not being lied to. That mistrust comes from experience, for people burdened with having seen too much and it's not unlike a kind of paranoia acquired when one has to deal with the worst of humanity on a daily basis.

Full reciprocity

L: [F/N] you’re the light that illuminates the dark night. That’s an exaggeration of course, but… L: What I need to live is glucose… and to talk to you. Nourishment for my brain and heart. L: When we’re together, I feel like there’s no problem we can’t solve. L: The afternoons I get to spend with you are precious to me.

When the MC achieves the stage of full reciprocity with L, he's very open to showing vulnerability and lowering his emotional defenses. I found this to be particularly sweet, as L is such a secretive man with so many hidden layers that him being willing to show such honesty with that one person he holds dear is incredible character development.

Beyond the game, I would say that achieving this stage with L would be much more difficult and, naturally, would involve going beyond picking the best sweets for him.

Something important to keep in mind is that L seems to value acts of service, as the people who interact with him more closely have some utility value and aid his work. However, L's life revolves around his work; he lives and breathes his detective work, which is why having a partner who brings him peace would be so important.

L: The time I spend with you is as important to me as the sweets. L: Good morning. It makes me really happy to see you here. L: For your sake… I’d think of a way to get through anything. We share a bond. L: When you have time, I’d like to take you to a shop that makes the best sweets. L: When you’re free, how about we play tennis together? I will have Watari reserve a court. L: If something were to happen to me… I want you, as the person I hold dearest, to carry on the L moniker. L: When my thoughts hit a dead end late at night, I feel like I’m stuck in a maze. But, having you here makes me feel reassured.

I also found it very sweet how L takes the initiative to plan for activities to do together with the MC. And how their presence, their reassuring words make him feel at ease. It seems that a loving relationship would give L a goal in life beyond his work.

Carrying on the L moniker... this quote might be the result of L's trust in the MC growing during the events of the game, or a sentiment L nurtures due to the MC being attentive enough to understand his specific cravings. But being able to read L and having the mental dexterity to become him are different things, as the latter involves a lifestyle that few would want and a complete focus on work. Even FBI agents have lives beyond work.

L: I learned from you that sweets are the bond that brings people together. L: You give me true peace of mind. No one could ever replace you. L: The way I am now, I… I can’t think straight when you’re not around. L: Being able to share this sunset with you, I couldn’t ask for anything more. L: You understand, don’t you [F/N]? What my heart so strongly desires is something more… L: When I talk to you, I feel like my senses are sharpened. Thanks to that, my radar has become more sensitive.

What a sweet guy. I love how L focuses on the little things and just wants to spend time together with the person he holds dearest. It's almost as if he daydreams a close, loving relationship — a trait that clashes with L's logical side.

This game and the expanded universe of Death Note have convinced me that there are many more layers to L than what we can see in the main story.

As Fu Takahashi, who plays L in the 2020 Japanese version of the musical, said:

“(...) A common thing about L among these versions is that, despite his superficial image as a smart guy who hates losing, he actually feels lonely and needs affection, I imagine. Perhaps he is an orphan – his character suggests so. He tries to control his emotions, like the feelings towards his parents, or romantic feelings; that’s why he is sort of dependent on games or battles of the mind. So I want to play L while thinking about the foundations on which his personality has been formed.”

I think this quote and the game are actually very telling of L's core personality and how it moves beyond that cold, calculating persona that defines him in the manga. It's also more in line with the characterisation that we see in the anime and the books, which help humanise L.

As I mentioned elsewhere, learning how to trust and be comfortable around someone else would do L wonders. Though that person would have to accept him for who he is and help him learn how to navigate a healthy relationship.

Perhaps the true test of love, for L, would even be for him to be confronted with someone who knows who he really is and, is not only kind to him, but also sees the best in him — regardless of his flaws. I think that we've had a glimpse of it in this game and it's a breath of fresh air.

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[llamagoddessofficial]

Llamaaaaa, I’ve got major brain rot over the Maifia babes! Would the situation/ romancing of reader change much if she were the daughter of a rival, Don or a straight and narrow police captain?

oooh... the daughter of a police captain? It might change a few things

Sans: He lies to everyone. Her dad is no exception. He's dedicated every aspect of himself to ensuring she belongs to him- what's one more person to lie to? Though staging her father's death was certainly an option, Sans draws an oddly specific line at killing family (wonder why?).

Sans is charming, in the way many stereotypical sociopaths are. He plays the safe, stable, polite boyfriend that wins her family over with bad jokes and good manners. His facade of having a boring and safe (yet very successful) banking job means Mc's dad might even actively prefer Sans over her past partners, because he believes she'll be safe.

And... well. He's not wrong. The only times Sans has ever been honest with Mc's father was when asked if he loved her, and if he'd keep her safe.

Red: Fuck cops. Red's gonna be the irresistible bad boy with a heart of gold, the attractive and dangerous side of life that she's been denied until now. Power and glamour and parties and all the wild luxuries and freedoms his protection brings- what's her dad gonna do, arrest him for taking a consenting pretty lady on expensive dates? Red likes subtly gloating about how the cops have absolutely no evidence against him for anything.

... He's also going to show her the reality of the police. He'll show her just why he's so antagonistic toward a captain. Things are a lot more complex than her 'straight and narrow' dad has lead her to believe, it's never been as simple as the good cops vs. the evil monsters... why do you think he got so powerful in the first place, doll? Here's a clue; it wasn't because the cops were well liked.

... Cop or not, though, Red gets antsy at the thought of her losing someone she loves. So for the time being, Mc's dad is unaware that Red's 'family' have designated him completely off-limits. Red may despise everything her father stands for, but he's not going to let the man die.

Skull: It doesn't change much about his wooing method. He's still a mess, he still tries to win her over with classical romance methods and pretty things. Who her family is has absolutely no meaning to him. Though... he might start deliberately targeting people who pose a threat to her, considering her dad is most likely well known.

Honestly, if it gets to the point where she's bringing Skull home to meet her family, I can see Mc's dad taking something of a weird shine to Skull. Not knowing about the giant's crimes, obviously. Skull might be physically imposing, but her dad has met a lot of imposing people, and when Skull is around Mc he just seems so... harmless. Like a puppy following her around, waiting for a pat. Skull's total adoration is so clear and untainted that it shines through his terrible appearance.

Her dad gets the strong feeling that no matter what Skull does, he will always put Mc first. He approves of that.

#llamagines #sans is 'yes sir ill have her home by 9pm' #red is 'your daughter calls me daddy too' #skull is......... a secret third thing

[jazeswhbhaven]

They Do What in Where?: Attack of Kings Beelzebub Prologue *Spoilers*

TW://kink involving Autassassinophilia is mentioned

Guys. Lovelies. Girlies. Peeps. Everyone. This is only the fucking prologue and I have so many emotions but only one thing on mind.

Fucking the ever-living s h i t out of Beel.

Welcome back to Avisos, everyone. We got a good dose of it during the Beel event, but yeah yeah

Beel sniffing MC will never surprise me nor will bother me because yeah sniff away.

Horny from smelling hair? I love him. He could literally smell anything on you and would get hard this is amazing to me

So what's going on rn is that MC and Beel are on some kind of date and he's showing them around Avisos and the little stores and such. He's like having so much fun and being very clingy. May I add.

MC keeps talking about him like this and I'm like Oh...yeah same brain cell because everything about him is u g h h h hgh hsoidnk

So let me get this straight. "Everything" is legal. Like think of the worst thing you can think of and that shit is legal here. BUT being a homewrecker is where they draw the line 💀 I'm just throwing this out here, TW btw, but imagine getting thrown in jail for seducing someone else's partner to be with you but the guy across the street that literally raped and murdered someone is walking around free.

I guess that's just Avisos??? Lol

Moving on though, MC and Beel are walking up to the first store and the sign says

NGL I thought this meant something else because it's BHM in the US (hey hey all of my blk peeps out there that follow!) and I had my own joke in my head about it...BUT it's its about fucking eating demon cum as a sauce.

That's a lot of fucking sauce.

Next we have

They don't even explain what the forest of mushrooms is about. MC just says "that's all about men..." (i can imagine it's literally a fucking store full of dick) and Beel goes to explain the shop that's next to it where you can drink demon spit that's been distilled.

He's even tried it a few times and there's not much to go around.

i can imagine why...

MC is pretty much worried about other shit though and wondering what was their end destination. And well-

Hello my angry bby, yes he would be mad.

Because apparently MC was having tea with Sitri and Ppyong and the tea was too strong so Ppyong was flipping out and that's when Beel made his entrance..

Just "HEY WHATS UP?" and took them away.

With his random ass, I love him.

When Beel gets this way I always wanna cuddle his face and give him praises and kisses and words of affirmation because I feel he needs to hear that he's loved and needed along with physical touch.

But MC also wonders why everyone else seems so chill that he's just walking around when they're normally flipping out that Beel is in town. Turns out he may (or may not) have put a spell on himself so no one notices him.

So my theory is, he's simply just diguised as a common looking devil of Avisos and not himself so that's why everyone is still running into him, bumping shoulders and not paying him any mind and MC is just MC.

Or...they both could be cloaked at the moment because I'm sure they'd recognize MC maybe...but I'm only going off how they interacted with MC during his Bloodshed card at the carnival. Also he starts sniffing up on MC again and it's getting him worked up so much...

Time after time, MC is always goddamn wet around him. Idk how he fucking does this or how he manages this, but it only happens with him and I love that quirk about their dynamic.

But honestly...the fact those are his three favorite places to smell has me wondering though if he likes unwashed parts (armpits/genitals) because there's a stronger smell, and during times when someone ovulates...if he likes that scent too.

UBIASJBFKJSABFKJSDNAKZJNFKAJSNFK JS HELP??????

I'm crying he's so fucking cute. He misses MC and that's why he's being so clingy and sniffing and being close and went to find them c h ok in fg

And MC starts going through the motions, even thinking about Minhyeok (HELLO WE ARE WITH BEEL RN FOCUS) and then finally tells him that they miss him too, and Beel is just all casual like "Yeah that's why I came to get you :D" c u t i e.

So they approach a store next where there's a knife, possibly surgical because Beel explains this

Ah, so this kinda debunks my theory that the demons here can just change their gender without any kind of surgery (you know just magically change or shapeshift that sort of thing) But it seems that the Avisos' devil's reason for swapping is for spicing up their relationships. Though, I'd like to think it's there for reasons of just devil's wanting to change their gender regardless.

Which Beel brings up "it doesn't matter if you're a man or woman, the devils of Avisos will love you either way" and it's like breaking the fourth wall for us players ^^ because they wouldn't care.

So now we're coming up on another store, and a picture of a noose shows up. Now, I made a joke to myself saying this is a fashion store for the devils of Hades...but uh seems this store is-

So I paused and was like...oh like those suicide assistance capsules we have IRL...?

And well...I didn't take all the screenshots but in short, it's a cafe that panders to those who get off on the act of dying/Asphyxiation/ being killed etc. I found the closest kink name for it: Autassassinophilia. (btw if someone else knows the closer exact name feel free to educate on this!) But yeah I was like huh, that's really not surprising that they have that there. It is Avisos. It is Hell.

Here's where it gets interesting tho-

OHHH the owner is one of Luci's bois? (probably not a noble from what it sounds like...but what if...)

And MC asks if that's okay for a devil that's not from Avisos to be having a store like that here and Beel is just like

LMAO POOR BAEL. Beel literally just lets him do everything and he can't be bothered to even know or care about the rules of his own country („ಡωಡ„)

So the date seems to come to a stopping point, and Beel calls it a "shelter". Well..

First I turned the sound on (I keep it off if there's no voice acting involved) and well the sounds from chapter one's porno thing MC was watching was used for the devil guy and chick that are randomly fucking in the "shelter" when MC and Beel first enter.

MC is literally me because they're like "Oh uh I think we're in the wrong place." And Beel's like :D NOPE!

And then there's also me, noticing that the couch is covered in fucking whatever and I'm like

im sorry that's fucking nasty please clean the damn couch 💀💀💀💀

So the reason he tells MC to say this...is because he slips their shirt off just all casual like and is teasing "Oh were you trying to help me???" YOU LITTLE SHIT YOU AIN'T SLICK. (lovingly)

This is the last screenshot I took because anything else was mostly just MC being like "wow so uh this is about to happen isn't it..." and then it cuts out as the end of the prologue.

BTW what I learned by getting the Bloodshed cards and having read the prologues to them beforehand, they literally give us the first story node in the unholy board to read so one could pretty much skip reading it when they unlock it (unless they didn't take a peek at the prologue but that's just my observation)

I'm personally gonna wait until they make it in the regular gacha pool, but I did peep that the first 10 pull is half the amount of seals...which is a good tactic to getting folks to pull with the seals. I'm saving them up though for something I reallllyyyyy want possibly a Lucifer card or something in the future. But already....Beel's is making me feel some things and seeing his sprite with that tank top is having me act the fuck up.

ANYWAYS happy pulling everyone ^^ see you when I do Levi's prologue next~

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb beelzebub #whb spoilers #whb screencaps #new card stuff! #beel is so damn hot i can't #i laugh at stupid shit sometimes i swear #tw kink mention #cw bodily fluids

[hallowmoon-art]

Things I want to see in TouchStarved

Leander provoking Ais and Ais just wiping the floor with his ass (bonus points if MC and Vere are cheering from the side lines)

Vere getting his collar off and going ape shit on some Senobium clerics

Mhin accepting and petting Princess

Kuras chasing Vere down the street like an angry owl

Ais giving MC some flowers or a present with the biggest blushy face

Kuras smacking Leander in the back of the head bc he did something stupid

All of the LIs getting to dance with MC in there own routes

MC throwing a hard hook to Leander's face bc he did something to piss them off

MC, Ais, and Princess cuddle session

Kuras and MC stargazing

Mhin introducing MC to all the stray cats

Ais showing off Princess's tricks

MC playing fletch with Princess

Leander trying to be super suave and cool and failing

Drinking contest (bonus points if Kuras is in the background like 😑)

MC loosing their shit and just throwing down with someone who pissed them off and Ais on the side being like 😳 and then cheering you on

Vere drawing MC in his sketchbook (like Jane drawing Tarzan)

Ais taking MC on mischief date just causing havoc all across the city

Mhin taking MC on a date in a high town botanical garden and just rambling about all the plants

MC having to comfort Leander cuz his a fucking baby

MC getting hurt again but Kuras brings them breakfast in bed (hopefully that he picked up from a vendor) but if he tries to cook it then it's the thought that counts

The Senobium ordering Vere to capture MC and Ais having a whole mental breakdown

Will add more if I think of them

#I want what I want #can you tell I want Leander to suffer #add what you wanna see #touchstarved game #touchstarved ais #touchstarved vere #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved leander

[meowsgirldrawing]

Pact Marks- Obey Me Thoughts/Headcannons

So in one of my recent posts, I showed where I imagine My MC- or Mackenzie's pacts marks are.

For those who are new or just unfamiliar with this topic somehow, Pact marks are what the fandom of Obey Me! Shall We Date?! has basically agreed all on being on each MC when they/he/she makes a pact with one of the demons. I dunno if the creators confirmed that as I am only in lesson 13-14 in the game itself.

Here are my headcannons/thoughts to just have on here✨

Lucifer

(Spoiler, hes the last one to get a pact mark from but not in the least undermining)

Where I imagine his pact mark would be on MC's chest.

Kinda like the phrase, 'Huffing up chest in pride', it shows his shamless pride in allowing the human to make a pact with him.

Considering how possessive Lucifer tends to be towards MC, in a "This is my human" way, his mark is the biggest, maybe even boldest as its even able to peak over MC's collar bones, making any non-turtle neck like shirt unable to cover it all.

It glows his signiture blue when activated, bright and unable to be unnoticed either.

And in the dark, a lingering lighter shade trails around the stars, giving a nice ring to the MorningStar name

With my MC, I imagine they aren't afraid to show it, most of their outfits being tank tops, low collar shirts, or even just a sports bra on some nights.

Lucifer sometimes catches MC trailing their finger along its edges, only to shirk their hand down as soon as he notices.

Of course...he smirks, raising a curious brow.

MC just ignores his glances and moves on.

Mammon

He was a an easy one, Ngl.

Look, I adore This little Greed demon with all my heart but he does tend to steal, and gamble, and basically do any money grubbing.

All with swift and talentful hands in his own craft.

His pact mark is on the hand, preferably dominant hand of MC.

Its not too big or too small, just fitting across the back of MC's hand.

When activated, it gives of a nice yellow hue, gold lining the mark's edges in a shifting manner.

My MC tried drawing weird symbols on top of it, human symbols that kids draw on their skin everyday y'know, just to see if anything changed.

It didn't. Just erased whatever they did and glowed like normal.

Mammon called her weird then proceeded to try his turn at it.

Now they needed new pens.

Mammon hated the mark at first, finding it stupid given how it even came to be in the first place.

Now he traces it every night with a curled up MC beside him, clutching onto him as if he isnt holding them tight enough.

Leviathan

He is tricky tricky boy, lemme tell ya.

Either his pact mark worked in spots his brothers' worked better in or it just didnt seem like Levi's spot.

So I figured, under bicep.

The guy is shy, right? So I believe his would ultimately end up somewhere where it's covered the majority of the time, that or just hard to see at most angles.

I did think of thigh, but i suppose the thought it ending up there would have this okaku blushing for days on end.

Which bicep also depends on which arm is MC's dominant one.

My MC, like all her other marks, is proud to have them, so they dont get why it was somewhere mostly hidden.

Hence why it gives them further reason to show it off during their shared movie nights, wearing more sleeveless shirts or tops.

Leviathan is her Lord of Shadows just as much as they are his Henry and they are proud to say it. (Enough without embarrassing the Envy demon of course)

Leviathan turned as flustered as a peach at first anytime he saw it fully, but now...

Now he laughs as MC 'proves' their muscles to him after an off comment he made, flexing off that mark of Envy without even realizing. He just snorts and shoves them lightly, a domino effect taking hold as they do it right back.

Beelzebub

Did I even need to think on this guy?

The tongue is wear his mark resides.

Not only for the obvious, Ahem Gluttony, but because the tongue is known to be the strongest muscle in the body.

It tends to blend in with the color of their tongue but mostly when its activated.

Oo, imagine MC eating a cherry flavored treat, the glow would just light the whole thing up. Light bulp idea if MC is ever in the dark and lost.

Ahem, anyway, as mentioned, it glows a fiery red, making MC's mouth looking like light up city when even just a little bit opened.

My MC had at one point thought her mouth was bleeding when she saw in it the mirror, had to have Beel explain they were indeed fine, if anything, looked cool.

Both her and Beel test out how bright it can get depeding on cherry flavored treats when gorging in food one night.

Beel cant help but blush at the sight of his unactivated mark as MC sucks their tongue out at him, having just won a victorious round. A game Levi lended them for a bit.

He hms, pats their head lightly, and mutters 'cute'. MC is left confused, their tongue still poking out in a blep.

Asmodeus

So...HAHA- So many people thought my MC's mark from Asmo was on their bottom.

While I would not be surprised, given this man, I headcannon their mark being a tramp stamp.

Right above their bottom.

Its not big, barely taking all over their lower back. But enough to give off a big enough glow when activated.

When activated, the pact will glow a saturated pink, a tease of purple easing into the 'ink.'

Ngl, I got this idea after reading another headcannon list of Obey Me Pact Marks and thought it was too good to not keep.

Its somewhat easy to hide, depending on the type of clothing MC wears, but it quickly becomes hard to cover ehen activated, the pink being too bright.

Asmo calls them his little firefly at some point

As for my MC, she gets flustered, never thinking a pact mark would be that low. But after catching a wink from Asmo, they turn gears and smirk instead, thankful for their wild and long hair hiding the pink in their ears as they clap back quick with some remark.

Asmo just chuckles at whatever she said.

Teasing hands, always playful but never pushing, linger down at the edge of MC's shirt only for it to turn into a tickle over his mark. MC squeaks out, laughter pulling over as they skirt away, clutching their lower back.

Asmo takes their playing shoves with a smug grin, gleaming with absolute delight as he catches one at last, landing a sweet kiss at their knuckles.

Satan

Similar to Lucifer

Satan would hate me I know it

But yes, dreadfully similar to Lucifer, Satan's mark is big and bold, appearing right under where Lucifer's(At the time he never knew that of course).

It lays across the lower ribs, that tip of it? Its lined up to go straight in between both, mark and center.

It is easy to hide, but if MC is one to wear short crop tops, or anyhting that shows close to the lower ribs as mentioned, it wouldnt be hard to miss.

Yet, the mark is impossible to miss when activated, unless you stacked like piles and piles on MC's torso, yeah..that green glow would be seen a mile away.

Its a bright, fiery green, almost oozing into their clothes like Wrath itself would.

Why is it on the ribs? Well, you know that feeling you get when you are angry. That fire in the pit of your chest? The only reason its on the ribs instead is because of how calculating Satan is.

"Imagine how an aggressor would feel if they suddenly saw its glow? They would've turned to rigor themselves without my help"

Are you sure you aint like Lucifer-

My MC played a game of, 'What Can Hide The Mark??' With their closet one day, just curiosity at best.

Yeah, they thought better of it when Satan came a-knocking very confused and very weirded out by the dark light green light game on his side.

Theres a weird, fizzy feeling Satan gets anytime he saw the mark in a more direct manner. Their shirt riding up as they slanted on the couch, at the beach, anywhere were he got less of a tease of it and more of a frontal view.

It wasnt made out of hate for his brother, it wasnt even a half-assed one either, it actually meant something, to both him and MC.

Hmm....Satan's eyes fliker back down, escaping MC's sudden gaze, a little heat on his cheeks going ignored in favor for catching up with this novel's protagonist.

Belphegor

So......I may or may not have accidentally put Belphie's mark on Mc's neck.....

Chapter 16 anyone?

BUT- BUT Then it gave me an idea!

So while we arent exactly sure the marks would be chosen by the brother's preference, or MC's preference, I think its just up to what the fans think-

What if it was kinda an accident itself?

Like obviously, at the time of the pact between the youngest brother and Mc was made, the events of Mc/not Mc's death was still fresh to everyone. Hence the whole, making a pact to protect Mc from Belphie.

And since it was still in everyones minds for a while, the mark accidentally formed in the one place everyone, including MC had a hard time looking at without getting chills.

It could be many possibilities from this, but it also can give MC enough motivation to work it out with Belphie, wanting to make the mark not one to look at in digust but instead at least a gentle fondness like the others. Obviously the last part might take a long while to come, but they would at least be able to ease the pain of it.

Anyhow- the mark is pretty dang small compared to the others. Small and barely noticable depending on how MC's hair style is.

When activated, it glows a nice lilac hue, the edges dipped in a very light, almost white color. It can almost be mistaken for a night light, like those ones for children, if it wasn't on MC's body.

If covered with a turtle neck for instance, its dimmed but not completely, still vying for attention.

I do believe MC would have at least some sort of trauma towards it, like cant have people touching around their neck for awhile. Even if Lucifer were to cup their chin, their nerves start a-ringing.

I like to imagine my MC doesn't necessarily get over it, but is able to move past it. Shes one to not let things affect them, but obviously with seeing yourself and feeling youself die is extremely hard to do for a human, so its more or less them just wanting to stop feeling so weak at the idea. So she asks Lucifer or Satan (the two most likely to understand it) in private to help her by gently edging their hands around her neck area sometimes so she can at the very least, emotionally move past it.

Exposure therapy( But this is for my MC, I definitely believe people have a right to decide how they/their characters wpuod respond to the whole thing as everyone seems to either forgive Belphie, take a long time to do so, or just want their character to avoid him)

It takes him a loose second to realize, but when he does, Belphie is quick to snatch away his hand from MC's upper torso. Hes hesitant to even toss it back around their waist. But MC, despite their sleepy and craving for warmth state, takes note of his sudden distance and tightens their grip around his shoulders, effectively dragging him snug against their body.

They murmer reassurances before he can even breathe a single word, and hes burrying his face in their shoulder, the one beside his own mark. Tears sting his closed gaze and their wading soft fingers their his hair. A kiss to the side of his head is all he needs and he wrapps his arms back around, agreeing like aways.

Gentle forgiven but never forgotten...

#oc x canon #oc inserts #obey me mc #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #Obey Me Chapter 16 mentions #obey me pact marks #Pact mark headcannons #Obey Me Pacts #obey me x reader #my thougts

[hannie-dul-set]

LOVE VOMIT [n.] — the term when you become too full with your feelings too quickly and too frequently that you end up spitting everything out before even getting the chance to digest. this happens to you more often than you’d like to admit— every quarter, actually, ever since starting college. but what can you do when the prospect of falling in love is just too good to say no to? what can you do when maybe the next desert might actually stay inside your system this time?

or, wherein you fall in love with a different guy every season but fail to notice the one that’s been looking at you the whole year.

PAIRING. choi soobin x female! reader (ft. the rest of txt x reader). GENRE. slice of life, romance, humor, mild angst, SLOWBURN, college! au, orgmate! soobin, pining to the highest degree, multiple love interests, featuring some members of seventeen, enhypen, and le sserafim. WARNINGS. swearing, drinking, annoying org jargon, both mcs are pathetic, unrequited feelings. WORD COUNT. teaser: 429 | full fic: est. 25-30k. RELEASE DATE: late june to early july.

NOTE. i said i was going to post the preview at the end of the week but i got too excited 😭😭 this may be a soobin fic but. u see. i am in love with all five of them so YOU will also fall in love with all five of them i don't make the rules.

i also wanted to jump back into my comfort zone of writing ordinary college life tingz, especially now that i actually have 2 years worth of experience to draw reference from. anyhow, send me an ask/dm to be addded to the taglist. preview under the cut!

THE TIME IS SPRING. A soft musk in the air, freshly bloomed flowers lining the sidewalks, and the start of a new semester. There’s something gentle about springtime, reminiscent of crisp blankets straight from the dryer with lavender seeping into its cotton folds and sunlight leaking through pleated sheer curtains. The season is for cherry blossoms and picnic baskets, outings and first loves. You’ve always associated these things with spring, however none of these sensibilities are present tonight. 

Instead of clear skies and bright sunlight, the view through the diner windows is lit up by artificial lights and signages in the middle of a March evening. There’s no lilac nor daisies in the air, but cheap beer and the savory smell of fried chicken. It’s noisy, it’s loud, and it’s far from the gentleness of spring, but you’ve never felt more alive at this time of the year.

‘Why did you join Shutter.TXT?’ reads the sheet of paper sitting on your table. You’re all smiles as you listen to the answers of those sitting at your table, mindlessly nodding along after being three glasses in. Tonight is an orientation-slash-welcome party for the organization you impulsively joined upon entering the university. 

Because photography is my passion...because I want to explore other fields…because, because, because.

The answers carousel around the table, and honest to god, you stopped listening at some point because it’s getting repetitive. You don’t understand the purpose of this activity. Why else would you join a club for photography, videography, and editing if not for photography, videography, and editing? 

“Are you kids having fun?”

You perk up. The empty smiles you’ve been giving suddenly becomes brighter, your eyes crinkling at the corners. Spring came belatedly tonight, and it came in the form of your extremely pretty senior suddenly appearing behind your seat and you’re instantly all the more conscious about your posture when he leans down to check in on your group. He cranes his head to look at you with a smile. “Is it your turn?” he asks. The back of your neck is burning.

“Ah, yes,” you cough, clearing your throat to introduce your name. “I major in public administration. I know it’s pretty far from my discipline, but I decided to join Shutter.TXT because I didn’t want to be constrained in one field throughout college. I’m sure this organization will make my university experience a lot more exciting and interesting.”

Lies. You joined because of the very face that’s smiling at you this very moment.

“I look forward to working with you.”

love vomit. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

#tomorrow x together x reader #txt x reader #choi soobin x reader #txt soobin x reader #soobin x reader #tomorrow x together au #txt au #choi soobin au #txt soobin au #soobin au #tomorrow x together scenarios #txt scenarios #choi soobin scenarios #txt soobin scenarios #soobin scenarios #tomorrow x together fanfic #txt fanfic #choi soobin fanfic #txt soobin fanfic #soobin fanfic #choi yeonjun x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #kang taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader

[josnhoes]

Knak au with the batfam

How would big brother Damien, Jason and Tim, when their now teenage sister mc starting to have admirers in both genders base that how pretty and smart they are

And what's more that mc haven't even noticed that they are popular as they just doing town thing in both private and public

Reminder Knak AUs are by default yandere if you want a non yandere version let me know

Warning: platonic yandere, stalking, over protective siblings, threats of murder (not reader), mentions of torture (not reader), violence (not to reader), a murder (not reader), mentions of a peeper, female reader

No one is surprised when you start getting admirers. If you weren't so pretty and sweet, then the Wayne wealth would have people lining up anyway. Which honestly will make any future dates have a horrible time. Every single family member will put the date under a microscope. I'm talking full on stalking and bringing forth their worst thing.

Jason is a strange one about all of it. A romantic at heart, he really wants his little sister to find love. You are the one 'normal' sibling you deserve to have a life, a damn good one too!

But he's seen the worst in people, the lengths some will go for money or a moment of fame. So he is ready to be the bad guy for you. When ever you go out to do anything he's with you glaring at anyone who looks like they're about to flirt with you. He's both amused and sad that when one brave person made a move you completely missed it. Like full on brick wall dense moment.

He can't believe you actually didn't notice the flirting until he asks you and you say, "What they were just being friendly?" Like this person braved Jason to hit on you, and you instantly 'friend zoned' them. It works in the entire families favor, but girl how are you going to get a date if you don't know someone is asking you out? But don't get a date because people are trash. All in all he bounces between wanting you to have that romance novel experience, and keeping everyone away from you by like 10ft minimal.

Tim isn't physically scary to most, but his mind is where it gets dangerous. This man will full on cyber stalk every single person in or trying to get into your personal circle. Everything they do, say, and post he catalogs. Any tech they have he is hacked into monitoring them. And he hated to admit it but it's a lot of work since you seem to draw people in.

He's not good with surprise flirts. Because he doesn't have a dossier on them yet so he can't just whip out a full list of every cringe to possibly illegal thing they've done. So instead he just drags you off claiming you both are running late to something. He's already hit the second family chat with the code word for this situation so they can come up with sudden things to do so you really thought you were running late.

Damien is the worst. He doesn't understand why they can't just keep you in the manor. Home schooling is a thing and as a teen you can manage you emotions and social intelligence fine. You *can't* but he doesn't have the best social skills himself to really know the difference.

Every person who looks at you obviously has some horrible lecherous plan and he has to keep you safe! As such he has a tracker under your skin and follows you when you go out. He stabbed someone once when they grabbed you. It was a scandal but Bruce was able to cover it up. He was grounded from patrol for like a month but that just gave him more time with you so it wasn't much of a punishment.

There was a worse incident one no one but himself knows of. A peeping Tom who peeked in at you changing on a beach once. He tracked the peeper down and while donning his old league gear removed the peeper's eyes. That was the start of a very gorey end for them. The body has yet to be found.

#dc knak au #yandere #batfam x reader #platonic yandere #dc

[ceruleancattail]

WHY HELLO THERE- cough- Hey hi hello its me, Mrs Leech, and im here to make a predictable request !! Fluff + Established relationship: i look after my flowers and Jade has his mushrooms and terrariums, so i have to know what it'd be like for me and my silly mershroom to do our gardening chores and scheduled things together,, maybe even writing down how to take care of each others plants/fungi for when one of us is too busy,, also i'd totally join his club because i love to sketch scenery, plus hiking would be nice and relaxing for me since i enjoy being around him (ps.bonus points if the reader isn't MC/Yuu/Ramshackle Perfect)

Oh my goodness the @twistedchatterboxed in my inbox? An honour-

Coming right up, Mrs Leech!

Jade Leech with an s/o who gardens!

Jade Leech x reader

Jade’s glad. A shared hobby with his beloved. Well, one may argue that flowers and fungi are nothing alike. Yet both sprout from the Earth, do they not? A thousand different species, each with their unique charms.

Mushrooms grow in the dark, rising from rotting corpses. Almost like a phoenix, no? Caps of red, brown and white, facing up to the world courageously. They creep up in the shadows, slowly but surely. Dark knights, slowly consuming whatever remains of their hosts. He’s rather fond of his mushrooms.

Yet if his mushrooms were the knights, your flowers were the maidens of old. Sprouting from small, delicate seeds, their stems pierce through soil, reaching for the sun. Leaves unfolding like hands in prayer, their buds blossoming with all the grace of a lady in court, they shine brilliantly. Drawing all eyes to their petals, their blooming flowers.

Those very same petals can be crushed into tea. The last cup of tea you’ll ever have. Needless to say, Jade’s enchanted by your collection. You two spend hours in the botanical garden, sharing about the latest additions to the collection.

Sunlight streams through the glass, fragmenting it into every colour of the rainbow, dancing around the garden. A breathtaking scene, if Jade says so himself.

His beloved, brows frowned in concentration. Leaning over their plants, carefully pruning the flowers, bit by bit. Soil clung to their fingertips, sweat blistering like pearls on their skin. Surrounded by the angelic light of the sun…

Well, you do look rather gorgeous, if he does say so himself.

Date nights are spent together, both of you pouring over your schedules, highlighters in hand. Crafting together a timetable of sorts, to ensure that both the fungi and plants have sufficient care. Jade does draw, little doodles swarming his side of the timetable. Mushrooms, with dotted caps growing out of the lines.

In retaliation, you draw on flowers. Each one picked out for their specific meaning. Pink Camellias blooming at the edges; longing for you.

Gardenias in a line under his name; You’re lovely.

Baby’s breath dotted throughout the paper; Everlasting love.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #jade leech #jade #twst jade #jade leech x reader #jade x reader #lucky charm🔹

[narcolini]

ending the night

angel reyes x gn!reader, comfort/fluff, 1982 words

warnings for descriptions of vomiting

for day 12 of whumpril, using the alternate prompt: foodpoisoning 

a/n: honestly, this is whump in the same way dessert pizza is pizza... sweet but not really deserving of the name LMAO anyway. when in doubt write angel having a hard time, am i right ? 

tagging: @cositapreciosa @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas​ 

You’re sitting on the edge of Angel’s tub, finishing up a final text to his brother, from his phone, not yours, while Angel empties his stomach into the toilet again. You’ve lost track of how many times he’s puked now, but it’s enough times to know that your evening is well and truly over. He had barely made it from the taxi to the house when you got here, and has said almost nothing since you’d found him in the bathroom, knees to the linoleum.

Not that you mind. Not that you expect anything from him at all, in this state. If anything, you feel bad for being so helpless. And for not being sick yourself, weirdly, but that’s just how the straws were pulled. Beyond the water you’ve left for him on the counter, and the company, there’s nothing else you can do. You’ve already opened the window behind, invited cool air to draw in and, more importantly, the sharp smell of vomit to draw out. Texting EZ as if you were him, had been your most recent idea; a last ditch attempt to be productive and to improve the already dire circumstances.

‘Well,’ you announce, clicking Angel’s phone shut, ‘EZ says he can swing by the restaurant and get your bike.’ You watch him nod, head bouncing between in the hole of the toilet seat. ‘And I told him it was me that got sick, so he can’t clown you about it later.’

He laughs, all breath, and it echoes around the porcelain. ‘Thanks.’

You smile. He can’t say that you don’t look out for him, even this early into things. Five, six, dates down—formal ones, anyway—and you’ve skipped right to the in sickness part. Which you’re doing pretty well at, all things considered.

‘I can,’ he starts, pausing to swallow in-between, ‘pay you back. For the Uber.’

You shake your head. ‘Forget it. You got the bill.’ And he’s paying twice for that too, with money and stomach lining. ‘You think it was the chicken?’

He sighs, daring to look back at you briefly, forearms on the seat. ‘No idea. Shit tastes like battery acid now.’

You wince. ‘I wish I could make it stop for you.’ You wish you could go back in time and make him choose the beef dish that you had, avoid all of this mess, and finish the drinks you’d had to abandon at the bar. ‘You want me to pass you the water?’

He shakes his head before spitting into the bowl, clearing his mouth of the last bout of sickness. You’re both waiting, really, to see if it will come again. Angel breathing slowly, audibly, catching his breath over the edge of the seat. You, staring at his shoulders like they might give you any warning of it.

The time between is getting longer, you think. A sign that the worst is done with. If he can make it twenty minutes, fifteen even, and keep down the water he drinks, then you can both relax.

‘Fuck,’ he pants, wiping his nose and mouth with the back of his hand. He slumps away from the toilet, to sit on the floor instead with his back to the tub. Arm side by side with your shin. ‘I never looked this good, right?’

‘Oh, yeah,’ you nod, ‘big time. I’m practically tearing my clothes off right now.’

He groans, dropping his head to put it against your knee. ‘Can’t believe you stuck around to watch me hurl, dulce.’

‘I stuck around,’ you emphasise, ‘to help.’ You smile, glad he can’t see from where he is, because he’s too vulnerable right now, and he might think that you’re laughing at him. ‘I’m actively trying not to watch.’

He exhales, pushing it through his lips. ‘Shit, I’m sorry. Was supposed to a good fucking night, y’know, fancy restaurant and shit, drinks.’  

‘It’s not your fault.’ You pat his head, smoothing your thumb over the shell of his ear. ‘We should probably tell the restaurant, though, because it’s definitely their fault.’

And we deserve a refund, you think, but you don’t say it, because he’ll take that to mean that you didn’t enjoy yourself at all. Right now, he would probably take you standing up to stretch as a cue that you’re gonna leave, sick of him already.

‘You think you’re done?’ you ask, bending over your lap to find his gaze.

He sits upright to help you, then nods, and his eyes flick to your lips momentarily. It’s rare that you’d be so close to one another, and able to resist a kiss, but right now’s an exception. You smile, knowing that he’s thinking it too, seeing the yeah, I get it, in his returning look.

‘Give me a minute,’ he says. ‘Gotta, y’know, make myself smell less like puke.’

‘Course.’ You opt for a kiss to his damp forehead before standing, as close to his mouth as you’ll chance for now.

You decide to wait for him in his room, legs hanging over the end of his bed as the shower cranks to life. It’s the first time you’ve been in here, which isn’t the introduction you had expected, a temporary waiting room while he washed the sick from his beard, but it’s a welcome expansion to your understanding of his home. You’ve been to his place before, but never made it past the couch. He has a preference for it, you think, at least in his own place. He’s had the pleasure of becoming well acquainted with your bedroom, ending the night there the last few times that you’ve met up.

It’s not awkward, being in here, but it is new. Foreign like a hotel room. Granted, a hotel room that someone’s already living in, from the full laundry basket, the used glasses on the side table. The unmade bed you’re perched on.  

It doesn’t seem like he was expecting you to be in here today, either. You should ask him about that. Is your place nicer, or is he just too lazy to clean, and simultaneously too proud to let you see his room as it is? You don’t think you’d mind either answer. It’s nice, really. Clean enough, and comfortable in a way that stops you from feeling shy. If you weren’t waiting for the tell-tale signs of more illness, you’d probably lie back, uninvited, and crawl under the covers like it was your bed already.

After a few minutes, the bathroom door cracks open, steam pouring out of it. He must’ve had the quickest shower he could manage, only long enough to douse the sweat and stench off him, and then out again, dressed in just the jeans from before.

He looks exhausted, so tired and disposed of energy, that you can’t even enjoy the sight of him. His bare chest, the tattoos striking across it. You just about fight the urge to throw your arms out and beckon him forward with grabbing, baby hands, because, oh, he looks so helpless, it hurts.

‘Don’t think I got any shit left in me to throw up,’ he grumbles, dragging himself forward.

‘That’s good.’ You throw him a sympathetic smile. ‘Means you’re over the worst of it.’

He makes a sour face, hand lifting to rub over his stomach. ‘Doesn’t feel like it.’

‘You should probably rest then.’

You didn’t think he could look any more sorry for himself, but that does it, that tugs it out of him. His brows sink even further as he nods, unable to argue that he doesn’t need it, but unable to seem keen on it either.

‘Sorry,’ he says, for the tenth time, ‘I ruined our night.’

You roll your eyes quickly. ‘Who says it’s ruined? We’ve got…’ You find the alarm clock, red numbers glowing in the dim room. ‘At least, what, twelve hours before I gotta leave for work?’

And that’s what the extra sulking was for; he really thought you were gonna dip and leave him here to recover alone. He doesn’t realise that if he wasn’t worth looking after, you would’ve left him at the bar, blowing chunks in the stall.

‘You’re staying?’ he asks

‘You’re sick as a dog, Angel. It’d be actual, like, neglect if I left you right now.’

He sighs, finally letting himself collapse on the bed behind you. When you turn, he’s got his eyes squeezed shut, suffering from the bouncing mattress beneath—a misjudgement on his part. ‘If I wasn’t dying right now,’ he says, ‘I’d kiss you so damn hard.’

You laugh, crawling up the length to be beside him and slouch against the headboard. ‘And give me whatever you have? No thanks.’ You pull the cover free from under you, holding it open as you invite him in. ‘Come on,’ you say, ‘get comfy, chulo.’

He steals a look, opening just one of his eyes to see what you’re offering, before rolling into you, his head on your stomach, his arm threading beneath you and the mattress. You set the quilt down again, pulling it up until it’s covering your legs and his shoulders. Then your hand goes to his hair, natural like you do it nightly, rubbing circles around the crown of his head.

‘Hopefully that’s the last of it,’ you tell him.

He hums, speaking into the cotton of your shirt. ‘If I puke on you right now, I’ll kill myself.’

You laugh, bouncing his head with the force and surprise of it.

‘I’m dead serious, dulce, there’s no coming back from that shit. You’ll dump me before I’m even your boyfriend.’

You scoff, grinning still. ‘Not true,’ you argue. ‘But I would use it against you for the rest of time. Hey Angel,’ you tease, ‘remember when you spewed chicken teriyaki all over me?’

He laughs, but it weans off into a groan, his fingers tightening over your hip. ‘Stop talking,’ he pleads, ‘I can still taste that shit.’

And as funny as it is, you really don’t want to smell, or see, or feel, any more fucking vomit, so you oblige. It falls silent and you let it, fingers twirling in his hair still, disrupting the hold of his gel. He breaths evenly over your stomach, pooling warmth on the parts of your skin that the shirt fails to cover.

After a moment, you remember what he’d said afterwards, about breaking it off with him before you’ve officially gotten together. You smile into the question before you’ve even asked, ‘Do you want to be my boyfriend, Angel?’

He takes a moment to answer, and when he does, he’s mumbling it, talking around the ends of a yawn. 'We really gonna do this now?’

‘Yeah, sorry. Bad timing.’ But you’re smiling still, smirking even. Confident of the answer despite his protest. ‘I wouldn’t mind it, though. Just while we’re on the topic.’

The reply you expect doesn’t come, he doesn’t say anything at all. You try to look at him, but can’t bend far enough, not with his head resting as it is. You can just about see the thick black of his lashes, flicking out from closed eyes.

‘Angel?’

He groans, readjusting until he’s lay on your chest, with his arms wrapped tight around your middle. ‘Your boyfriend is very sleepy,’ he says, waking up just long enough to engage and send your heart-rate soaring. ‘Keep doing that shit with my hair,’ he mutters, adding a, ‘please,’ after a moments reflection.

You laugh, light and soft over the top of his head. ‘Yes, boss.’ You thread your fingers in again, as he asked you to, and trail them across his scalp. ‘I think I like you when you’re sick,’ you muse, basically whispering it now. ‘You’re way cuter.’

‘Mhmm,’ he hums, and that’s the last you get from him. He’s asleep before he can deny it.

#angel reyes #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes fanfic #mayans mc fanfic #whumpril2023 #i keep feeling bad that i want to just write angel in various situations but like.. #oh well lol #he is possessing my spirit and thats ok

[another-lost-mc]

How would Karasu act if one of the avatars was flirting with his dear one when he is both dating and not dating mc?

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a/n: he's not used to feeling jealous when it comes to relationships or other people. I think he would try to over-compensate as a result, and it would be obvious to everyone except possibly mc.

jealousy | karasu x reader

0.6k words | sfw | gn!reader

cw: typical jealous/possessive demon behaviours. mentions of scenting/marking and mating. mammon is a good crow bro.

If he’s not dating MC yet:

He probably reads or sees things about you on Devilgram that are too flirty or suggestive for his liking.

He definitely follows all the brothers’ social media now because they post about you so much. The comments other students from RAD write, including your fellow exchange students, are some of the most bothersome.

It’s too much of a coincidence that the elusive crow demon is making more appearances in public when you become friends.

He even volunteers to attend events he would normally skip, all because there’s a chance you might be there too.

He watches how the other demons act around you, how they try to touch you even though they have no right to, and he has to resist the urge to do something about it.

He's a little bit more bold with you when he makes small, public gestures that indicate his interest: innocent touches when he puts his hand on your shoulder, or his hand on your back when he escorts you to get a drink.

He's so sweet and attentive, drawing you into conversations about the things he knows you're interested in or how your studies are going.

He's only trying to be a good friend!

He doesn't glare at the demons outright, but he does stare them down when you're not looking. His eyes have a startling intensity that defies the gentle persona he’s known for.

When he talks to you on the D.D.D., he tries to shift conversation away from other demons. He mentions something embarrassing or unsavory he just happened to read about them in one of the latest gossip rags—like Asmo being caught in a compromising situation with another demon (again) in a public place.

They're nothing more than casual reminders of who those demons really are and that you should try not to get too involved with them or their hobbies.

Of course, he’s quick to remind you that he's not like that at all. <3

If he's dating MC:

Things are much simpler once things between you are official.

He doesn't like it when they're affectionate with you, but he tolerates it so long as it's platonic in nature only.

(They'd be stupid to try for more, right?)

Especially with Mammon keeping an eye on you for him when he can't be there. If he sees or hears one of his brothers getting out of line, he deals with it himself. Trying to get too cozy with a crow's intended is no joke.

Your room is filled with gifts that you use and wear because Karasu gave them to you. You appreciate his thoughtfulness and generosity, and he's happy to give you tokens of his affections that remind you of him.

Any clothing he gives you is already saturated in his scent, by the way.

You smell like him every night he escorts you home after a date. You can barely pick up the faint hint of his cologne and natural scent on your clothes, but the demons with their heightened senses can't possibly ignore the very obvious claim he has on you.

Most of them realize it's a lost cause and respect your relationship because he treats you well and you're happy with him.

The ones that still struggle with more-than-platonic feelings for you try to hide them.

read more: karasu masterlist | obey me masterlist

#my oc: karasu #obey me oc #obey me oc x reader #obey me headcanons #x reader #gn!reader

[daisygirlwrites]

garreth weasley dating hcs

note: reader's house isn't mentioned but i wrote this with my slytherin MC in mind!

a/n: hey hey! finally, posting something for hogwarts legacy. i had some much fun writing this and there's definitely more coming soon!

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First date would be at the Three Broomsticks. This is also where you have your first argument since you wanted to pay for the date (especially with how much money you had) and Garreth, being taught that the gentleman takes care of their lady and the bill, is really insistent that he'll take care of it. Eventually, you let him pay for your drinks. However, you basically spoil him by buying his favorites from Honeydukes and getting him expensive potion ingredients.

in a modern au, he'd definitely call you his sugar mama as a joke

because of this, he wouldn't mind being a future stay at home husband

Whenever he sees you get upset, he’d say “None of that!”. He then proceeds to squish your cheeks and aggressively kiss all over your face. 

he does this in front of everyone. Sebastian teases you ruthlessly, mimicking Garreth by grabbing Ominis and making kissing noises

Clingy. Will whine whenever you have to leave for class and wrap his arms around your waist. Have to physically pry him off. Sends you an owl an hour later, with the message “I miss you” along with a crude drawing of him crying

his main love language is physical touch. as a Weasley, he grew up with a large and loving household, so physical affection is normal for him.

however, when you started courting, Garreth knew that he didn't want to let you go. especially with the attention of being the new transfer student and the Hero of Hogwarts, he was scared of losing you.

Watches you sleep. When you wake up, he’ll tell you that you snore really loud and that you drooled on his pillow. 

he'll also say that you look very beautiful and that he'd love to wake up every morning seeing you like that.

Passes notes to you in class. Sometimes it’s random questions, really bad pick up lines or drawings of cats

"would you still love me if i were turned into a worm?"

"if you were a vegetable, you'd be a cute-cumber ;) "

"i'll finish your potions homework if you'd let me nap on your boobs"

Speaking of which, whenever he sees two cats together, he’d point them out to you and say “That’s us!”

he does this every time you guys go to Hogsmeade

he also points out other animals and beasts with their mates and saying he same thing

one day, Garreth looks longingly at an elderly couple before he glances at back you

bonus:

fun fact, some of these headcanons are based on my husband!

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#daisygirlwrites #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #garreth weasley #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley headcanons #garreth weasley x mc #weasley wednesday

[girlfailure-smut-hour]

Satan's Favorite Coffee Shop

Nsfw content MDNI

Characters: Satan X GN!Reader, Earth!AU

CW: Nipple play, Oral (Giving and receiving,) Penetration (Receiving.) Very romantic. Like, there's not even so much as a kiss for the first third of the story. Reader's gender is not mentioned, ambiguous gentials.

A/N: This is kind of a recurring fantasy of mine. Just meeting some cute, soft boy at a coffee shop who sweeps me off my feet. We all long for the excitement of new love sometimes. Besides I'm weak for a soft boy who loves books and cats. I wanted to write a sort of burgeoning romance. Sorry it's kind of long! I hope you still enjoy it! MC meets Satan at a coffee shop and they quickly fall in love. ~3600 words.

Please check out my fic masterlist <3

It was your first time at this coffee shop. It was a beautiful day and one of the first cool days of the year. The brightly shining sun filtered through the vibrant trees outside. A great day to settle down with a book and a cup of coffee.

It’s not long after you find your seat and get a drink before the clingling bells of the door draw your attention to the person walking through it. He’s sharply dressed in a sweater vest with a book tucked beneath his arm. His soft blonde hair gets tousled in the change of pressure between the street and indoors. He has a cute face that looks gentle, yet troubled.

“Satan!” One of the workers greets him as he walks up to the counter. Satan? You think. Is that really his name? You watch him place his order and to your surprise sit across from you. Though he doesn’t say anything, he gives you a pleasant smile. Your heart is already fluttering. You can faintly smell his cologne over the coffee; a pleasant, almost floral scent.

Taking a sip of his coffee, he opens his book: Some 19th century romance novel. It only makes you wonder more about him.

You don’t know what to say, but you know you have to say something. You have to talk to this boy. “So do you come here a lot?” You ask. You only realize what you just said after it comes out of your mouth. Like some kind of stereotypical pickup line. You blush and hope he doesn’t think anything of it.

He looks up, meeting your eyes with his gentle gaze. “It’s my favorite place,” He says with a smile. But there’s something else there. Something hidden deep within. It’s impossible to decipher, but this boy is a sea of emotions.

"Do you always read those kinds of books?" You ask.

"Old books or romantic ones?" He asks. "Both. I read lots of other kinds of books as well."

"What other kinds of books do you like, then?"

"All of them," he laughs.

You sit there across from him and just stare into his radiant green eyes. You wonder if he can tell how lovestruck you are. You're aware of the awkward silence, but by the time you've realized, you've already begun to ask, "did… that person call you Satan?"

He sighs, rolling his eyes and your heart sinks a little. It was a stupid question, one he probably gets a lot. You wonder if you may have shot your chances with him altogether. "It's my name," he says.

"I like it!" You reply.

This brightens him a little. "Well thank you," he says, smiling. "People can be weird about it."

The two of you chat for a while. You talk about hobbies, work, cats, everything. He hardly gets a chance to read with how much you're talking. You hope it's a good sign that he doesn't seem upset at all that he's barely been able to do what he came here to do.

Before you even realize it, the sun has begun to set, and a dazzling marigold hue has settled over the coffee shop. Satan looks out through the window and a sudden jolt runs through him.

"Oh my goodness I didn't notice the time," he says. "I really need to get home."

"Oh," you say subconsciously sticking your lip out in a pout.

"Will you be here again?" He asks.

"If you will," you reply.

"It's a date," he says with a smile. You feel a fluttering in your heart at his utterance of the word 'date.' Suddenly acknowledging the connection you made here today puts a rock in your stomach, but also fills it with butterflies. "Same time tomorrow?" He asks.

"Yeah!" You answer. "I'll see you then!"

He throws a scarf around his neck and starts to walk out. He looks back at you and smiles warmly. You wave to him as the door closes behind with a click and tinny jingle.

You sit there, kicking your feet excitedly as you think fondly of the wonderful day you had talking with Satan, accidentally spending most of the waking day together, even though you were strangers just hours ago.

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You're right back in your spot the next day and you've ordered your coffee as well as Satan's before he even gets there. You're a little early, but the excitement was too much for you. It was impossible to just sit around waiting to see him. Of course there was no guarantee he would even really be there, a thought that put a pit in your stomach. You didn't get his number so if he didn't come you might not ever even see him again.

Obsessively watching the outside, you see him through the windows before you even hear the door. It takes all of your Willpower not to stand and throw your arms around him. You can't help but notice that he hasn't brought a book today.

Of course he's looking as cute or perhaps even more so today. He seems to have taken extra care of his hair and is wearing a very nice sweater vest that compliments his stunning eyes well.

You wave at him and he smiles back at you. He sits down and you push his cup of coffee toward him. "I got you a drink," you say. "It's what you got yesterday."

He smiles as he goes to take the handle and his fingers brush yours as he does. He blushes and so do you, yanking your hand away in surprise and embarrassment. Under the table you shift your legs a little in excitement at his touch.

"Thank you," he says. "For the drink."

"Of course," you say.

There's a lull in the conversation. Suddenly, with stakes to the day, it was much more nerve-wracking than the day before where you were just talking to a (very handsome) stranger. This was a date and that was scarier.

"I brought pictures of my cat," he says, pulling out his phone. You beam as he begins to swipe through his gallery showing you all of the many pictures he'd taken.

With that, the pressure dissipated and suddenly the two of you were talking with ease again. You can hardly shut up around him. Words flow out of you like a faucet. It's so easy talking to him in spite of the fact that he's so eloquent and gorgeous.

He makes sure to cut things before it gets too late this time saying, "I really don't want to leave, but I do need to get home."

"I understand," you reply. "When do you want to meet again?"

"If it's okay with you," he begins, "I'd like to have you over to my house."

Your heart skips a beat. It's kind of serious to be invited over. Is it really okay? In spite of your nerves you blurt out "yes!"

"Okay," he smiles. "Then tomorrow for dinner? Maybe 6:00?"

"It's a date," you say, giggling.

You both stand up from the table and walk out onto the street. There's a sweet smell from the nearby trees and flowers that blends well with Satan's cologne. It's enough to set your heart aflutter, and as you look at him, he's blushing.

"I think I want to kiss you," he says.

You start a bit, crimson blush spreading across your face in an instant. As you regain your composure you look down and kick nervously at the ground, saying, "I'd like that."

He puts a soft finger under your chin and tilts your face up to his. You catch a whiff of old paper from his hands. The wind rushes for a second before falling perfectly still as you lose yourself in those emerald eyes of his. Your heart skips a beat as he leans in and locks his lips to yours. He tastes sweet and a little bitter, like coffee. His lips are surprisingly soft, and they feel amazing against yours. He's passionate, but not too aggressive, acting reserved with his tongue. You melt into him as the world seems to fall away. The sound of wind, people, and vehicles fade to nothing, and all that's left is you and him.

When he pulls away, you're dazed and hardly able to move, let alone think. He smiles, and for the first time you don't see a hint of anything other than happiness in his eyes.

"Tomorrow, right?" He says.

"Y-yeah," you stammer, trying to pull yourself out of the lovestruck daze you're in.

"I'll see you then," He says before placing a quick peck on your cheek and walking away, though the two of you can't help but keep casting gazes back at each other as you walk in opposite directions.

The mere idea of sleep that night is laughable. With memories of that kiss still fluttering about in your head and nervous excitement for the day ahead, all you can do is lay in bed and hope for the best.

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You can hardly contain your excitement as you knock on his door. From inside you can faintly hear some classical music being played. Something sentimental with long, bowed strings.

As he opens the door, the scents of his house wash over you. Delicious cooking, his cologne, and the smell of old paper, like a used bookstore. “Satan!” You exclaim in excitement as you throw your arms around him.

“I’m glad you made it,” He says, holding you close. You rest your head on his chest, nuzzling slightly into his vest.

He steps aside and the two of you walk into the house. It’s warm and inviting with cat trees and book shelves covering nearly every wall.

He takes the time to introduce you to his cats before returning to the kitchen to cook saying, “Dinner’s almost ready.”

You follow him and watch from the doorway as he puts the finishing touches on a delicious looking stew. He catches you staring at him and giggles, smiling back at you. You blush a bit.

“You can sit down if you’d like,” He says, gesturing to the dining room. “I’ll just be another minute.”

You take a seat at the table and notice that the music has stopped. He appears in the other room, opens the record player, and flips the disc. As the music resumes, he is already walking into the dining room with bowls of stew.

“I hope you like it,” He says.

You take a bite and it’s one of the most delicious things you’ve ever tasted. “Oh my god this is delicious,” You say. “How are you so good at everything?”

He laughs. “I’m glad you like it.”

You don’t talk much over dinner, but you still have a hard time keeping your eyes off of him.

When you finish, he stands and takes the bowls to the kitchen, saying, “Why don’t you sit on the couch?”

You get up and as he walks into the room, he hands you a cup of coffee as if to say We won’t be sleeping much tonight anyway. You blush and shake your head, trying to dissipate those dirty thoughts, but it’s not much use. You squirm a little, rubbing your legs together, and hope he doesn’t notice.

“Thank you,” You say, taking the warm mug. He sets his own cup on the table and quickly changes the record over to another gentle, romantic suite.

As he sits next to you on the couch you can’t stop blushing and the butterflies in your stomach won’t stop fluttering. He’s talking, but you’re having a hard time focusing on anything but his lips.

Suddenly, he leans forward to kiss you, running the back of his hand softly against your cheek. As your lips connect he starts to push you a little, kissing a little harder and more passionately than he has before. He lowers you until your back is flat on the couch. His hands trace a path from your arms to your wrists to your hands, linking fingers with you. He pulls away and caresses your cheek again, pushing a lock of hair out of your face.

“I still haven’t shown you my room,” He softly says.

You swallow in excitement. It’s hard to keep up with him. You’re left panting already from the events of the night as he puts your hands on his arms and lifts you by the elbows. Taking your hand, he guides you to a room in the back of the house.

Your heart is pounding as he opens the door. It’s a nice room, dimly lit by a single lamp with a beautiful, large bed sitting against the back wall. A soft and plush comforter is draped over the bed, pulled tight and folded over at the top, giving it a very put-together look.

You turn to him, and he’s already leaning in to kiss you, clasping your cheeks with both hands. He runs his hands from your face, down your chest and to the hem of your shirt. You feel him grab and start to pull up. As the shirt comes over your head, you blush, catching him looking you up and down with some mixture of raw lust and gentle adoration. You grab his sweater vest and pull it over his head before he brings you back into a kiss. You slowly undo each of his shirt buttons, making your way down to his pants. As the last button pops, you push his shirt over his shoulders and it slides off of his arms, onto the floor. You start on his pants button next, and you can’t help but notice how tight his pants have gotten.

You’re getting frantic now, excitement welling up in you as you fumble his pants button. When it pops open you quickly rip the zipper down before grabbing his pants and boxers and tearing them off in one frenzied movement. You feel tingling excitement between your legs as you grip his hard cock and start to stroke it. He moans into your mouth as he removes your pants.

“Satan, I need you,” You say as you pull away and drop down onto your knees. Now at eye-level with his cock, any reservations you had left have melted away. You lean forward and lick the tip, prompting a bead of precum to leak out. Your lips pull his head into your mouth, and you feel him twitch in excitement.

He moans your name and says, “That feels so good.”

You look up at him with pleading eyes as you press on, feeling his length fill your mouth. You enjoy the warm, full feeling of his cock, but especially enjoy his moans. His voice is soft, and his moans escape his mouth with a sort of whimpering shudder that conveys a desperate need for you and only you.

You run your mouth all over his erection, swirling your tongue around the tip and sticking it out when you suck him down to the base. You rub his legs as you go down on him, feeling the capable muscles twitch with each thrust of your head. Running your hands around the back of his legs, up to his ass, then to his strong back. You pull him into you, feeling his cock press against the back of your throat and he moans out in surprise.

He puts his hands on your arms, signaling you to stand, so you slowly pull off of his cock, your mouth making a popping sound as the suction is broken. He helps you to your feet and guides you to the bed.

You crawl up on the soft bedding and lay on your back with your head on the pillow. He crawls over you, panting in excitement. He looks at you like he wants to eat you. A ferocious, feral kind of desire lingers in his eyes as he leans in to kiss you, running his hands over every inch of your body. His hands seek you out in clingy, desperate motions as your tongue flicks against his.

He moves away from your lips and begins to nibble on your ear. His breath hitches as you reach down and stroke his cock a little. He moans in your ear and says “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you in that coffee shop.”

You giggle and squeeze him gently, “I wanted you more.”

He moans and kisses down your neck, making his way to your chest and gradually to your nipples. He encloses your nipple in his warm mouth and flicks his tongue against it vigorously, pinching the other gently between his finger and thumb. You moan, the tingling in your chest spreading downward to other regions.

He moves down to your tummy, kissing every inch of you. He treats your body as sacred, worshiping you. The way he touches you, looks at you… It’s like you’re the most blindingly radiant thing he’s ever seen. At times he holds you like a priceless, rare book that could fall apart at the slightest touch, and at others he just wants to squeeze and grope you.

It’s not long before he moves down to your legs and you’re already squirming, rubbing your legs together, and arching your back. He kisses up and down your legs. The tops at first, then drifting to the soft and sensitive inner thighs. Each wet, passionate kiss leaves a trail to your most sensitive spot, before stopping and moving to the other side. As he gets closer he bites softly on your fleshy inner thigh causing you to yelp in surprise and excitement. You feel a throbbing in your genitals just in time for him to bury his head between your legs.

Your back arches and you let out one long whiny moan as he finally makes contact with his tongue. He licks up and down, appreciating every part of you while you writhe at each flick of his tongue. He’s as good as he is passionate. You can’t help but reach down and play with his hair. His soft locks feel as soft as air between your fingers. You feel him shudder between your legs as you continue to run your hands through his hair and squeeze his cheeks between your thighs.

You remove one hand from his hair to clutch the sheets. He takes your curled fingers and undoes them to link fingers with you. You can hardly take it anymore, moaning and twitching in rapidly increasing pitch and frequency. He keeps going at the same pace, knowing that you’re close and after a matter of seconds you let out one long, shuddering moan as waves of pleasure wash over you. You tremble underneath him, squeezing his hand and gripping his hair tightly in a clenched fist.

As the orgasm passes over you, you release his hair and before you even realize, he’s already crawled over you, coming face to face. His arms sit on either side of your head as he stares into you with those beautiful, mossy eyes of his. He leans in for a quick kiss. At the same time, he feels down at your entrance and positions his cock there. “Are you ready?” He asks through haggard breath.

You nod and he presses slowly into you. Biting your lip, you hold back an especially loud moan as his cock slides into you. You feel yourself clench around the base of his cock as he presses all the way in. His length fills you completely, pressing against your walls.

When he starts to thrust it’s almost too much. He starts slowly at first, feeling him slide in and out, you can already feel an orgasm building back up. It’s when he starts to thrust harder that you can’t hold it in anymore. Loud moans that could be misinterpreted as screams by an outside observer erupt from your mouth as he rails you.

“Satan,” You moan. “You feel so good.” It comes out in bursts and moans as each thrust sends a vibration through your body.

He smiles as he grunts with each thrust. Beads of sweat are building up on his forehead with how intensely he’s fucking you. You’re getting closer with each thrust and as a bead of sweat falls from his nose, landing on your lips, you know you can’t take much more. The salty, sweet taste of him puts you right up to the edge and you moan “I’m going to cum again.”

“Me too,” He says. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, he kisses you, thrusting into you a few more times, hard. You let a squeaky, orgasmic moan out into his mouth as you start to cum. Feeling his cock pulse pushes you over the edge, as a swell of hot cum flows from his throbbing length. The kiss only enhances the orgasm and you ride it for longer than expected as he pushes his load into you.

You hold the kiss for a while, the two of you locked in bliss. You feel his cock start to soften before he even starts to pull out. When he’s out you can feel his cum spill out from your twitching insides. He pushes it back inside with his fingers before laying down next to you on his back.

“Oh my god that was amazing,” You say.

“Yeah,” He pants. He kisses you again before you lay your head on his still sweat-damp chest. You moan softly, simply enjoying the feeling of his skin against yours. You can feel your eyelids getting heavy as you lay there. He runs his fingers through your hair, and before you know it, you’re asleep.

#obey me smut #obey me Satan X Reader #obey me Satan smut #Satan smut #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me x reader #om! Satan #obey me Satan #Satan x reader #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb

[miss-celestia13]

Silver and Gold

Fluffy JakexMC One Shot

Words: 1.8k

On Friday, I posted Jake and MCs first real date. And after that date, they spent the night together. But I left it to the imagination as I planned to write the scene at some point. That point was today. I can’t hold onto anything to save my life, so with the fear of you getting sick of the sight of me, here it is.

Super soft, fluffy, and sweet smut. It is not explicit or graphic. The focus is on emotions and love, all the things Jake thinks and feels. It’s very different to my usual kind. I wanted to try my hand at the softer side. It’s more akin to a weird poem than smut, to be honest🤭❤️

The date that led to this - Sweeter Than Fiction

Jake

He never saw the end of the movie. Finally relaxed and settled in his own skin, they’d camped on her old, worn couch and watched some 80s horror movie. But she was very distracting. She was a warm weight pressed against his side, her head on his shoulder and hand curled into his shirt, twisting and clenching during tense or dire moments. When she looked up to gauge his reaction, his face heating as she caught him staring, he didn’t question the urge and kissed her before he could second guess it. Her little hum of contentment made him smile into it. Something akin to anticipation was heavy on her tongue as she surged up and pressed closer, her hands glided through his hair.

This kiss was different. He could sense it like a current in the air, thrumming quietly under the beat of his heart. It was leading somewhere, and he was very aware of it as a tingling sensation trickled down his spine, and he was warm all over like he’d been dipped into a hot bath. Soft breaths were shared between two lungs; the air she gave him was sweeter than any honey. Lust and passion were two different things, and he understood why now. Lust was a flimsy, impermanent, and hard-to-control thing. What was left once the lust burned away? But passion was felt to the marrow. It was a want, no, a need to love and give love in return, to feel and declare that love without words. Lust you could walk away from. But he could never walk away from this, from her.

She parted from his lips with a breathless little murmur and looked at him through hooded eyes, trust flashing in their depths as she said, “We can just go to bed, Jake. Say the words, and we’ll go to sleep.”

His chest was tight, and the nerves he thought would be present were decidedly quiet, allowing him to choose for himself for a change. He shook his head, “No, I don’t want to sleep.”

He didn’t see her grin, but he tasted it briefly as she kissed him once and got to her feet, hand held out for him to take. Sliding his hand into hers, Jake rose to his feet and let her lead the way to her bedroom. His racing heartbeat set the pace of their feet like the heavy drumming of rain beating on a window, and he thought it would deafen him if it kept going. In her room, he shut the door behind him and watched as she backed away smiling, her fingers trailing out of his to fall at her side. The dark of the room eased him enough to stride to her, lift his hands, and rest them atop her shoulders. He turned her around and gathered her hair in hand, smoothing it over her shoulder so it wouldn’t get caught in her zipper. A tremor ran through his hands as he slowly, painstakingly drew that zipper down, the sound almost violent in the silent room, and trailed a line down her bared spine with the tip of his finger to make her shiver as the dress slithered down her arms to pool at her feet.

Drawing a deep breath, he swallowed hard and shook his head, unsure how to proceed until he shut off his brain and listened to his instinct. It had not forgotten how to do this, and neither had he. He unfastened the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor to rest with her dress as she turned around and swiftly began undoing the buttons to his shirt, peppering each inch of newly bared skin with butterfly kisses. Cataloging what made her sigh and what made her tense, repeating the things that made her twitch impatiently. It took longer to undress than he remembered. They couldn’t stop touching and tasting, memorizing each new part unveiled with lips and fingers. Soon, all that stood between them was hesitation, and he was all done with that.

He cupped her face in both hands, seeing a spark catch quick and hot in her eyes before his mouth was on hers. Her arms wound around his waist, pressing flush against him; she made a slight sound of impatience that made him smile as he backed her up to the bed. Heat glittered through him as she broke away with a sly smirk and fluidly draped herself on the bed. No shame or fear marked her beloved face as she spread dimpled thighs and beckoned him over. Silver glimmered and gilded her body, soft peaks and valleys illuminated by strands of finespun moonlight seeping through the cracks in the blinds, the shadow filling in where the light couldn’t reach. And it was all for him. The thought was almost enough to knock him over.

Blanketing her body with his, he stopped worrying about doing things right and started doing what they needed. Heat, glorious heat, was a song in his blood, and he had never heard it’s like. Electricity zinged through his veins as he coaxed gentle moans and murmured sweet nothings that made her grasp at his shoulders. All he could do was hold on as she pulled him inside her body and locked her legs around his waist, overwhelmed and utterly entranced at how perfectly she fit him and he her. Each caress ignited a storm of sensation, heat, want, and love and an incandescent glow brought forth by the scrape of her nails down his back.

Love might be a flame, but he burned brighter than wildfire as she came alive under his touch. Shifting, sweat-slick bodies, moving and tangling together and clinging desperately, every touch and reaction a question and an answer he hadn’t known was missing. Skin to skin, sharing all of himself as she gave all of her in return, trusting each other with the parts of themselves they hid from everyone else, and he couldn’t look away from her eyes. Seeing everything he felt reflected back in that cherished gaze and the words they’d only said in a message spilled free of his teeth.

“I love you, all of you. Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything. I want to make you happy.”

She arched as he moved within her, sealing his words with a starving kiss as she shuddered beneath him. He could feel her desire and how deeply his words affected her with every shift of her hips or soothing touch of her hands on his back. When he let her breathe, she wasn’t content to let him believe even for a second that he couldn’t make her happy.

“You already do. Every day. I just need you…I love you too.”

“You have me. You always did.”

More silver lined her wonderful eyes; he felt like he could sink inside and drown in them as she pulled him down to drink from his mouth. Time had long been his enemy; he never seemed to have enough of it, and when he did, he could never trust it. Not now. Time didn’t matter; it spooled out endlessly like someone unraveled a skein of wool, and every languorous movement seemed to last an eternity as he committed the feel and taste of her to memory. Pleasure cascaded through him, electrifying, and beautiful as it burned away the last of his doubts and filled him with unwavering gratitude for making it through hell to experience heaven. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so deeply moved by another person, like part of him had shifted irrevocably, and now she had made a home there. He never wanted her out.

Gasping airy breaths, clutching hands, and shaking legs, they fell together. Not with a scream or shout. But with a whisper of relief and joy that echoed in his ears long after it faded. Her soft purrs and contented hums as he buried his face in her neck to anchor himself with the fragrance of her skin were all he wanted to hear from her. His scent had blended with hers, a perfume of musk and salt, sweet and spicy, that he drew into his lungs to steady his pounding heart. He could feel every beat of hers, as wild and frantic as his, and smiled as he counted them to calm himself. He didn’t know what to say when he finally lifted his head, roused by her carding her hands through his hair. His tongue felt heavy and useless, but she shook her head before he could get annoyed with himself.

“Shh. No brooding. Not tonight. Just hold me until I sleep.” She whispered, smoothing the crease between his brows away with the pad of her thumb.

Nodding as she unlocked her legs around his hips, he rolled onto his back, dragging her with him and settling her over his chest. Her leg crossed his thigh, and she flung her arm around his waist as she nuzzled into his shoulder. Unable to stop himself, he lifted her chin with his index finger and kissed her so gently she trembled. She was like a rainstorm contained in human skin, and his house of cards had tumbled down the moment she arrived in his life. Shaking him out of a false life and bringing him into a true one. Neither had known then what they’d come to mean to each other, but he’d always known she was different. No one had ever held him so enthralled before her, and now he was glad of her obstinate refusal to let him run the show on his terms. Hated it at the time, but he saw how empty he had been then. Now, he was so full of her and the life they wanted to create together that there was no space for emptiness.

As she fell asleep, he thanked whatever force had guided her to him and promised to never take her for granted. She was it for him. He hadn’t even been looking for her and wouldn’t have known what to look for if he tried, but he was grateful all the same. Humans were fashioned for love. He thought himself immune to or above it. But he was still human no matter how hard he tried to switch it off, and it was both a gift and a curse to know love. For once it’s gone, how did one go on? But if it stayed… that was even more frightening to think of, but it excited him more.

He couldn’t wait to see what became of them as they grew older and their love with them. It already felt impossible to contain. The future only looked golden to him as sleep lured him under, and his last thought wasn’t one of frustration or disappointment. He’d felt it for a while but now knew it to be true. He found his home. Home wasn’t a place; it was her, and he silently vowed to always protect it as he slipped into a dreamless sleep.

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Thank you for reading! And if you like, comment or reblog, thank you for that too. I appreciate it more than you know. I hope you enjoyed your time reading my wordy attempt at a softer smut scene 🥰❤️

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[harmlessghosty]

Leander + MC ->Coffee shop AU x fake dating (Leander's suggestion)?

Hi there~! I did my best, but I made this a little bit of a Valentine’s Day idea as well. I hope it’s fun to read!

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“This is bullshit. All for a free pastry and a half-price coffee?” you ask with a snarl. “You have the balls to buy drinks for everyone in the bar, but you draw the line at spending on a fresh-baked croissant?”

Leander laughs and leans forward onto the small cafe table, his eyes glimmering with heavy interest. “It’s a deal for couples,” he explains, “for Valentine’s Day. In addition, I see you’re enjoying your latte much quicker than I’m eating the pastry.”

You roll your eyes and stare down at your empty mug. Of course you enjoyed the coffee; caffeine was just about the only thing that got you through your busy day most of the time. Plus, with Leander offering to pay for it, you really couldn’t pass up an afternoon at a nice cafe, even if that meant pretending to be a couple for a discount.

“Come now. Is it really so difficult to treat me like your partner?” he asks with a pout in a low voice so that no one could overhear. After all, if the server caught onto your ruse, the deal might have been voided…though you weren’t sure how they could tell. Maybe it was obvious. “This could be a wonderful date if you allowed it to be.”

“We’re not dating,” you hiss back, checking around you for a sign of someone standing a bit too close. “I’m only doing this for the cheap lunch.”

He leans back in his chair, his broad chest on display, making him look larger and stronger than he normally did. For a moment, you found yourself staring at the expanse of muscles in front of you before catching yourself and turning back to your empty latte. Ridiculous that such a guy could do little more than stick out his chest and hypnotize you. If anything, your admiration of his body made you look more like a real couple.

Noticing your sudden shyness, he stretches his arms high over his head. “I suppose we could tell the server if you’re truly uncomfortable,” he offers, shooting you a smirk. “We should be honest, shouldn’t we? You don’t seem like the type to lie.”

“Shut up. I’d rather not spend as much money on us.”

He reaches his arms across the table, placing his hands upward on the fake wood. “Take them,” he says, wiggling his fingers in invitation. “They’re warm, and the temperature is quite cold in here.”

You look down at his large hands and think. Sure, you’re acting like a couple, but do you really have to…?

Then again, it certainly was cold in the cafe, so what did it matter? And you were close enough friends that surely you weren’t scared of a little hand-holding in public, right? What were you—chicken?

Sighing, feeling a heat ride up your neck, you place your hands into Leander’s palms. Immediately, he grasps them in a firm grip, almost as though he’s frightened you’ll let him go. The cafe seems much busier than it was when you first entered, with people pressing close to your seats as they wait for their orders. After a moment, he tugs your hands closer to the center of the table, forcing you to scoot your chair in further. Underneath, your shoes accidentally step on his boots, which makes you jump and gasp.

In response, Leander smiles and pushes his feet closer, linking his ankle to yours. “You’re that kind of date, hm?” he teases. “It’s not something I expected, but I appreciate how forward you are.”

“I didn’t do that on purpose,” you mumble, staring once again at your drink. Could the server be any slower with the bill? You had to get out of that coffee shop before…

Well, before this fake date turned into something a little more real.

He squeezes your hands again before releasing one. It lifts to your chin, where he tilts up your head. His eyes, dark-lined and mysterious, flit with a seriousness you’re not used to seeing. “Hey,” he says, voice so quiet that you have to follow his pull forward in order to hear him. “I enjoy the time I’m spending with you. There’s a reason I invited you rather than anyone else.”

You find yourself nodding, though you’re not quite sure you understand.

He pinches your chin to ensure your attention is entirely on him, as though it wasn’t already. “I wanted you here for my Valentine’s date,” he says. “Accept it. I didn’t plan on letting you go hungry on a day like this.”

“I wouldn’t have gone hungry. I can take care of myself,” you counter, though the bite in your voice is practically nonexistent.

“At the very least, it’s nice to do something good for another person,” Leander replies, his genuine smile lighting the room enough that a customer or two seems to turn in your direction. “I pride myself on my work, and you’re important to me. If this isn’t going to be a real date, then at least allow me to pay your share.”

You let yourself smile without holding back. Though Leander seems to invite everyone out in a steady rotation of partners, somehow you feel…special. Maybe this really is something serious, or maybe it’s a ruse, but for now, it’s something that you appreciate from a friend.

“Fine,” you respond, taking hold of the hand beneath your chin and patting it gently. He blushes at the touch. “Only because you’re handsome though.”

“Bold, hearing that from you. I’ll treasure those words for the rest of my life.”

“Stop that,” you say, rolling your eyes but appreciating the idea that he might really hold onto your words for some time. The idea makes your heart skip a beat.

He lets go of you entirely, aside from the hold of his ankles around yours as he takes a bite of his pastry. Somehow the touch beneath the table feels even more intimate than the hand holding. “Someday,” he says with a flirty smile, “we can meet to get to know each other better in a place quieter than this.”

“I’d like that,” you reply before you think it through. Settling with the romantic moment, you sigh out your exasperation. “That would be nice, Leander. Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. It would be my honor.”

And his grin is so sparkling that you can’t help but let the butterflies flutter through your stomach.

#i need to work on Leander’s voice but i’ll get there! #leander #touchstarved leander #ghostywrites #ghosty’s asks #touchstarved game #x reader

[generic-anime-boy-bracket]

Round 2, Group A: Matchup 4

Tracey Sketchit vs MC (DDLC)

Reasons for being generic + Propaganda below

Tracey Sketchit

Reasons:

He has a very "just some guy" vibe, spending most of his time as a background character quietly observing after his 30ish episodes as a main character. Former head writer Takeshi Shudo himself once said on his blog that he thought Tracey didn't have a strong enough personality. Appearance-wise, Tracey has dark hair and brown eyes and doesn't stand out all that much.

He is literally *just* a guy. The best guy, but just a guy. A little dude, little fella. The guy ever.

Tracey is an incredibly sweet respectful king who got sidelined by the anime. It’s so sad because he loves drawing and research and pokemon, but he barely got any screentime 😔 I think he’s a wholesome fun character and he deserves more love!! 

Propaganda:

Despite the fact that large swathes of the fandom either give him flak for being "boring" or completely forget about his existence, to the point that people also meme about his forgotten-ness, he has persisted. He went 17 years without a single line of dialogue due to his expensive seiyuu and then finally got to speak again in the final episode of Ash's story. He has 12 fans but we are dedicated and we are proud and we adore this sweet boy.

Tracey is king. Respects women, stays in his lane, draws pokemon. What’s not to love???

MC (DDLC)

Reasons: 

Barely even qualifies as a character. He doesn't have a canon appearance AFAIK but fanon depictions are almost universally Generic Japanese Boi With Messy Brown Or Black Hair. His only stated interest in the game is anime/manga and his only motivation is to spend some time with some cute girls (and later to help his friend who has depression.) He is so generic that unlike everyone else in the game, he does not have a character file, meaning he is the only one who, in-universe, does not have any dynamic personality traits to speak of.

Brown hair, little to no unique characterisation, your average dating sim insert who is no longer relevant by the end

Propaganda:

No propaganda submitted for this character

#generic anime boy bracket #tracey sketchit #pokemon #pokemon anime #ddlc mc #mc ddlc #ddlc #doki doki literature club