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seelestia · 2 months

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in lieu of the boop fest: genshin men as boopers.

⎯ something made on a whim to commemorate the lovely booping chaos going on. may not be accurate but i tried!!! 🙏 which one are you?? tag yourself /j this is the silliest thing ever, forgive me. fluff & crack (and made with love).

the harbinger of dedication (???): boop them once and oh, it's on. boops you back and will not stop booping you back — it's an all-out war! or at least, to them. they take this whole matter as an opportunity and certainly don't mind tiring their fingers out just tapping the button on repeat. does it for the fun and to get a reaction out of you. also, probably eats (sends) super boops for breakfast, lunch and dinner. it's their bread and butter.

childe (of course), arataki itto, cyno (has a desire to max out his boop-o-meter till the end - a completionist's habit).

the menace (as simple as that): they have no need to be booped because they're the one booping you first and a lot at that too. oh, you got 99+ notifs? yeah, that's an act of love and it's from them. they hoped you liked the gift because they had fun giving it. grab a handkerchief because you're gonna have to scrub that smirk off their face, literally.

wriothesley, kaeya, shikanoin heizou, lyney (he apologizes by treating you to a meal afterwards).

confusion (awkward ver.): ...what. what is this? what does 'boop' even mean? why does it sound so oddly menacing when uttered out loud? and why are you smiling at like that? it's a trend, you explain and they — reluctantly and nervously — send a boop back. they have no idea what they're doing but at least, seeing that proud look on your face amounts to something. maybe, they did well? they then proceed to send you another one just for good measure. how cute.

xiao, gorou.

confusion (boomer ver.): their first thought was that they're getting hacked by a... feline virus? how interesting (please explain). with some explanation from you, they'll eventually understand the concept! a passive booper at best, but has a proclivity to treat boops as a “i'm thinking about you” button. so just know one boop equals to one time you crossed their mind.

zhongli, neuvillette, dainsleif (still confused at the end of it), diluc (secretly because he has pride).

the 'humble' reciprocator (dark horse?): all is in perfect tandem. you give one boop, they give one back. you give two boops, they give two back. you squint your eyes at them from across the room suspiciously, they chuckle into their hand in response. is that an act of mischief or demureness? you wonder what will happen if you boop them one hundred times? well, let's find out. (they will give back the exact amount, no matter what.)

kaedehara kazuha, baizhu, kamisato ayato (a true hybrid between being humble and a menace, he is. starts off nice until he spams boops when you least expect it... with a smile, of course!).

the bystander with the popcorn: thanks for the boop, you get one back. yes, only one, sorry. they'd rather not participate in the chaos and prefer to keep their inbox clean. no offense meant, you're free to have your fun so go ahead. they're just here to observe because in their humblest opinion, it serves them well enough as participating does. oh, don't look at them like that. you did get one back, didn't you? rejoice in the fact that you're one of the few — if not, the only one — they gave a boop to. treat it as an approval badge. it means you're special (to them).

alhaitham, tighnari, albedo, wanderer (he thinks he's above this childish and pointless act of booping... or is he?).

the victim™: is getting booped left and right without rest. suffocating and drowning in them even. lady luck is not on their side; they swore they booped everyone back to infinity and beyond — surely, it's all repaid and they can take a break now, right? wrong. they rest for 5 minutes and come back to 99+ notifs every single time. (if you relate, you might be a victim of affectionate bullying. feel free to riot about it.)

kaveh, thoma.

the loser at the start line: sneezes whenever the paw comes up on screen, yikes. A+ for effort, though!

venti.

— thanks for reading!

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signedkoko · 5 months

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Hello if you don't mind I'd like to request lucifer and Lilith x a reader that is a half sinner half demon like readers one Parent was a demon and the other was human, type of vibe you know

And maybe since the reader is half demon they are like stronger then the overloards in the pride ring

Lucifer X Reader X Lilith [Romantic]

In which you were born of a sinner and demon, which give you the advantage most overlords lack. Genderneutral reader.

Not many sinners and demons got along, considering the powerful advantage most sinners had over demons and the distinction between the groups

Despite that, your parents were anything but normal, and they lived as they died—in love

Unfortunately, you lost them to an extermination, and while it was a stab in the heart, you knew it was an inevitability

You'd been extremely lucky to that right, since your creation not another had been born or made to exist; you were hell's own miracle

Your appearance made heads turn, journals typed away about your life, and despite not living the life of a celebrity you were treated like one by the press

Your existence was, of course, of interest to Lucifer, who was more than eager to introduce himself the first time you were face-to-face

He was with his wife, who easily towered over the two of you, and embarassingly enough, they cooed at your features—a mix of two worlds

Royalty was royalty, so you did your best to be calm and introduce yourself, which ended in a long string of chatter until the two were pulled off

Lucifer is mostly interested in you since you are the first hell-born human.

Lilith is interested because you are both similar, somehow sinners and demons combined, albeit in much different ways

One day, you receive concert tickets in your mail to see Lilith perform as a VIP

There is a personal note from her mentioning that she would love to see you at her performance and that she hopes you enjoy the show

Of course you go! You even splurge on a nicer outfit

Her show is outstanding, and you had one of the best nights of your life being treated so kindly by so many, as well as not being the centre of all eyes for once

Of course, you were invited backstage, and she invited you to dinner with herself and her husband, to which the rest is history

Now you were part of the family, living with them and learning plenty of hell that you'd never known prior

Their story, their goals, their interests, and their hobbies—what made them tick

They trusted you with everything.

Their favourite aspect of your mixed blood is that they can take you on dates down to the other rings and show you only the finest that hell has to offer

Your favourite is that now you aren't 'the sinner-demon hybrid' and instead 'one third of the Morningstar trio'

It is certainly a shift in lifestyle for you, from rag to riches, and they are very amused but also baffled by your way of doing things

Still, they love to hear about what hell is like from your perspective, someone who wasn't given everything

So into whatever rundown restaurants you bring them to, especially Lucifer, he would love sloppy, fucked up food

Lilith prefers bitter sweets and coffee; she ends up loving your favourite cafe, too, and now you visit at least once a week

Author's Note - Of course I don't mind! I love these two so much, still one of my favourite duos to see x readers with because maaaaaaaan!!! I hope this is what you were hoping for, please enjoy 🖤

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #reader insert #x reader #lilith #lilith x reader #lucifer #lucifer x reader

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hihhasotherfixations · 1 month

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I’m thinking about dragon hybrid Price as a dad to little dragon hybrid you.

This is more headcanon style than my usual and a little bit all over the place but I had to get it out because yes >:3

CW: none

Word Count: 1020

Price had always lived a solitary life. Dragon hybrids were relatively rare, and he didn’t exactly go out of his way to find a partner.

Purely by happenstance, he came across another. And almost out of obligation as well as it being mating season, they started a relationship. She quickly fell pregnant, but despite it all, it wasn’t meant to last.

Due to the more solitary nature of dragons, your mother left after you were born. Price didn’t blame her, the two hadn’t been incredibly close after all, only having gotten together during the mating season but not having an amazing connection beyond that. He was grateful she at least communicated her plan in advance so that he could prepare.

But when you were born, oh my. You were everything.

He took you home from the hospital alone, yet before he’d even gotten out of his car and into the house, he knew that a bond had formed that he could never sever.

Dragons were vain and prideful by nature. And for Price? His pride and vanity all poured into you. You were his. His creation, his child. He’d do anything for you, to keep you safe. And if necessary? He would protect you with the world as a shield.

The baby years are tough. Growing horns, wings and fangs is not pleasant. It can hurt and because of it, there are a lot of nights where you’re inconsolable, just crying in his arms as he tries to soothe you.

His wings folding around you seem to work best, creating a sort of cavern-like bubble where his warmth and heartbeat are the main sensations.

But even with that, the growing pains are sometimes too much and the poor captain had to lose sanity in favour of consoling you, rubbing ointment on your horns and massaging your tail and wings the best he could.

Yet the first time he sees your little tail wag when he walks into the baby room to feed you after waking you, all the sleepless nights are worth it.

You were starting to develop into a true dragon.

You stand in your box, holding onto the railing and bouncing excitedly on your feet. Your little horns poking through your unruly mop of hair while your wings are folded on your back.

“Hello, little lizard.” Price smiles, walking over to you. Immediately, you stick up your arms and he takes the hint, grabbing you under your armpits and lifting you up.

Holding you in his arms, he can feel you wiggle, trying to wag your tail - but you can’t.

Because now that your wings have finally started developing in earnest, he has needed to put preventative measures.

Where before your wings were papery and flexible, your tail stumpy and short, now both were getting some volume, the bones in them growing and lengthening - solidifying. And because of it, sleeping becomes dangerous.

In the past, many dragonlings have broken wings or tails by rolling around in their sleep, getting the limbs stuck under themselves and twisting too far.

Because of it, the wing-tail guard was invented. Used to pin said appendages against your body and cushioning them - allowing you to roll to your heart’s content while sleeping.

And now here you sat on his arm, the soft, black coloured cushioning moulded perfectly to fit your wings strapped to your back, your tail stuck between your legs, unable to wiggle or wag it.

“Come on, darling.” Price grinned, setting you down on the changing table and untying the straps, freeing your wings and tail back up.

And when your wings shift and move a little after he takes it off, oh how his heart jumps in excitement.

He’s been so eager, waiting for the day you finally open your wings for the first time.

For most dragonlings it happens around 1,5-2 years old. So you were right around that age.

He tries to encourage you by showing off his own wings. Anytime he has you on his lap, he spreads them wide, and you never fail to be completely mesmerised by it.

Seeing it, he tries to let you know you have your own, to encourage you to use them. He runs his hand down the muscles and bones of your wings, petting them down, getting you used to it by massaging the flesh and muscles, loosening them up.

It takes a lot of coaxing and weeks since you first tried, but finally, you manage to open up your wings and spread them.

And Price couldn’t be more proud.

Your wings are a carbon copy of his, except just a slight shade darker. And he knows that with a lot of training and upkeep, you’ll be just as strong a flier as he is.

Speaking of. Now that you’ve opened your wings for the first time? He can finally take you on your first flight.

Strapped to his chest with a harness, he gently stretches your wings out. It looks a little awkward, to have you dangling from his chest with your wings pancaked between your back and his front, but it’s important to get you used to flying, to using your wings.

The glee and pure joy that radiates off of you when you’re soaring in the clouds is unprecedented. You’re not scared, nervous or hesitant as he feared you might be, no. Instead, you’re kicking your feet, and screeching in delight. You keep tilting your head back to look at your dad and Price grins down at you, uncaring that your horns are stabbing into his sternum as his powerful wings flap, carrying the both of you through the sky.

The 141 know everything about you. Price can’t help himself. As stated before, dragons are proud creatures, and you are his pride.

He cannot help but share with the other most important people in his life.

And oh how they adore you too.

All in all, you are Price’s greatest treasure, and he can’t wait to see you grow up into your own, powerful dragon.

I would love to write more for this. If you want something elaborated or have your own idea and wanna see it written, please drop it in my ask box to give me an excuse to do so! ^^

#this is one of three dad Price fics I’m writing now #john price x reader #captain john price #captain john price x reader #dragon price #john price #price x reader #cod x reader

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starlightandfairies · 2 months

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Helloooo :) i hope you’re having a wonderful day or night! Or just both lol. Anyways, is it okay if I ask for a Klaus Mikaelson x Female reader one-shot? For me, I don’t like where the reader just falls in love with him so quickly, despite everything he has done. I was thinking of something with fluff and he has to work for her love? So basically, reader has been friends with Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline since childhood, but she’s still human. And she hates Klaus for what he has done to her friends and family, but despite everything he has done he hasn’t don’t anything to harm her physically in any way. (Hint hint, cause it means he likes her lol). And because of this, he tries to show he genuinely cares about her. It takes her a long while to eventually warm up to him.

Sorry, this is a lot -_-…uh, and not very detailed lol. I wanted to leave it up to your imagination, but totally fine if you can’t cause writers block and other things. Anyway, an idea: maybe reader gets saved by Klaus and he admits he likes her but she kinda plays hard to get. of course, she can’t help but to be flattered by his accent, his flattery, his looks, etc. And because she is human, being tortured or just kidnapped by supernatural beings is genuinely terrifying and he comforts her? I hope this is all okay! Of course you can change or add whatever you’d like. I love Klaus so much, and I love your writing!

Description: If the great Niklaus Mikaelson wants to become closer to the reader then he would have to push through thick and thin to do so.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, swearing

*Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, check my character list and requesting rules.*

Thank you for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it! I really tried my best to show this eventual bonding that is more realistic, while also not rambling on for a story length.

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last name, POV = Point of view, F/fs = favourite flowers

Word Count: 1, 915

First Person's POV

Niklaus Mikaelson drove me insane, I do not understand how he thought he could follow me around, begging for my interest like he hasn't done anything wrong to those around him. The great Klaus Mikaelson was many things but he wasn't the type of man I would bend over backwards to show that their past didn't matter. I won't lie, there were times when it was hard to really show my distaste for the Hybrid due to that accent, his looks and his charisma but I do like to pride myself on my stubbornness and the fact that I'm not that easy to charm.

Besides Matt, I was the only other human, sure Bonnie was in a sense human but she had her magic to protect her and I had nothing. I didn't have any of that. I was just a straight-up human who could die at any second or become permanently injured if tossed around too harshly. The girls have grown to somewhat like him and every now and again will remind me of the fact that not once has he ever tried to hurt me, not once has he ever used me as bait or tried threatening me in any way shape or form.

Bonnie, Caroline and Elena have all expressed their hatred for the man and it only fueled mine. I have no clue what it would take for me to show any sign of sympathy for the man or any sense of forgiveness considering what he's done. There were times when I even disliked Damon and Stefan for what they've done. Sure, it might be contractionary of me to like the Salvatores and not hate them like I did Klaus... but still.

It's at least been a good two years of having the Mikaelsons in our lives. Rebekah and Elijah were tolerable. I felt for Rebekah and Elijah seemed true to his word, even if he was sometimes conflicted between his family and his morals. Klaus was

"Hey, Y/n!" I huffed, stopping in my tracks, knowing there was no use in continuing on when he could easily Casper the ghost right in front of me. I crossed my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow, not impressed by his persistent attitude.

"What do you want Niklaus?

"Well, love... I was hoping I could treat you to some dinner. Show you some of the best places. Things you couldn't possibly comprehend seeing." I rolled my eyes, shook my head, sucked my lips into a straight line and raised an eyebrow.

"Really, Niklaus? Every time it's been a no. What makes you think this will be a yes?"

"I saw your play last night, I think you are a pretty amazing actress." I didn't believe him, I think that he's making stuff up, trying to show that he's a good guy.

"Prove it, what happened when the actor playing Stanley threw his chair." Klaus chuckled lightly, licking his lips for a moment before he walked closer and leaned in for a moment.

"You tripped over your own feet, fell over... you worked it into your performance, no one in that audience would've known any different. I think skill like that is pretty talented. I have seen many performers across my lifetime and not many could do that." I rocked on my feet, biting my lips and huffing for a moment.

"You came to my performance?" I questioned my tone soft for a moment, surprised that Klaus came. The girls weren't able to due to supernatural issues happening again, I didn't want to show any sign of falling for his charm.

"Yes, I did. I don't know why you sound so surprised..." I shrugged, taking a breath, glancing away for a moment trying to remain as stoic as I could.

"I have to go, goodbye, Klaus." I carried on my way, going back to doing what I originally planned on doing before. Tonight was the closing night of A Streetcar Named Desire the girls were meant to show but once again due to the new big bad in town, they didn't show. I stood in my dressing room, wiping off my makeup before the tears could come. I was just about to open the door before I was stopped by Klaus.

"K-Klaus... what, what are you doing here?" He handed me a bouquet of my F/fs, I took them with a small smile and stepped aside to allow him into the dressing room.

"You got your own dressing room, that's pretty neat..." The Hybrid trailed off, glancing at the desk that was covered in tissues, I moved to clean them up but he moved in front of me before I could.

"Why are you crying...?"

"I'm okay Niklaus." I turned to him hearing his chuckle, I raised an eyebrow in question, how dare he laugh at me!

"I promise, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at the fact that when I'm getting closer to breaking down your walls, you call me Klaus but when you realise that you're dropping your walls you go right back to calling me Niklaus." I sat back down, staring at him surprised that he picked up on something that I hadn't actively been aware of doing.

"My friends couldn't come. They promised that they would but because of the new big bad in town... they couldn't and because I'm human-" Realising I was sharing my than I would like to Klaus, I bit my lip trying to remind myself that I couldn't get close to Klaus.

"Let me read you something." He pulled out a newspaper, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, just for once but turned my attention to continuing to remove my makeup.

"Y/n L/n's performance as Blanche DuBois has been spectacular on all nights of the production. In my years as a critic, I have never seen this much dedication and accuracy similar to the vision Tennessee Williams had when picturing Blanche DuBois. I admire Y/n greatly as a performer and know that she is an actress highly dedicated to perfecting her characters' mannerisms and hope that she goes far with her acting journey." I stared at Klaus surprised, I jumped to my feet, staring at Klaus with intrigue and took the paper from his hands.

I read the words, staring at them in shock that this was actually true, the author's name is what shocked me the most. Klaus M

"You wrote this?"

"I did."

"And you mean it?"

"I do." Maybe... maybe if a man who didn't know me could make the time to watch all of my performances... maybe he wasn't so bad.

"Thank you, Klaus... it means a lot."

It took two years, four months and 18 days for Klaus Mikaelson to get me to warm up to him, I think I deserve a trophy for just how long I've made him work to get to know me better. The truth is, I am terrified of getting killed, kidnapped or tortured by the supernatural me, I mean what if someone worse than Klaus comes into town and because I am one of the very few humans left in town I get used as collateral?

I was walking home from the Grill, minding my own business until everything went dark and I finally came to find myself tied up in a chair, blood dripping from my nose, head and stomach. I cried out, looking around terrified of who could be hurting me and what they would do if they didn't get what they wanted.

"Hmm, you're awake again. Try not to pass out this time... the blood loss will really be screwing with your head. I would apologise but I really don't care I just need that damn hybrid to come forward and save your ass-"

"Who are you?" I cried out, trying my best to not show weakness but the pain in my limbs and the fear that was coming in made it impossible to think of anything but my pain.

"Who I am isn't important, I tried to keep your face pretty but you know." The unknown figure shrugs, leaning in closer and grabbing my face in his hands with a glare forming and with a snarl he reveals his fangs. I shake my head, feeling his breath on my skin and whimper feeling his fangs pierce my neck.

It fades away swiftly, the tears cascade down my cheeks, and I stare in shock seeing Klaus standing there and dropping the man's heart onto the floor. Within an instant I was in his arms, I grabbed onto his shirt letting out a sob and whimpering as the pain seemed to increase.

"Shh, love, it's okay... you're gonna be okay. I've got you." Klaus reassured, biting into his wrist, he gestures to his wrist and I slowly suck on his wrist.

"I won't let anything happen to you, love. I am very fond of you, I will not let anything happen before I can tell you just how fond I am of you." I stared in fascination as my body healed instantly, it always surprised me and always made me curious to realise how lucky these supernatural beings were.

"Please, please don't let them hurt me. Don't let them get to me."

"It's okay, love. I've got you."

"I'm so scared, every day, I'm scared that I'm going to be kidnapped or tortured... being human, I know I'm nothing compared-"

"I won't let that happen. Love, I won't let anyone hurt you, not again. I swear to you." He hummed lightly, rocking me in his arms and whispered over and over again kind and soothing words. I decided to bring it back to his starting words, once I felt okay and able to move on from what just happened.

"You're fond of me? Nothing new-" I stated, with a shrug, biting back the smile I wanted to show, Klaus chuckled and helped me to my feet. I stared at him, surely making a weird expression as I hid my emotions.

"I am fond of you, I like you, quite a bit and I want you to know, love I will do anything to keep you safe. Even if you hate me for the rest of eternity, I will do what I can to keep you safe." My heart skipped a beat, it made me feel special knowing that someone cared for me that much, I nodded and sucked in a breath gradually letting a smile come through.

"Thank you for saving me... "

"You're welcome, love. Love, I hope you know how gorgeous you are." I blushed, scrunching my face up as his normal charm got to me more than normal.

"Flattery only gets you so far."

"Yet, it got me to becoming closer to you." I shrugged, smirking for a moment and sucked in a deep breath. I grabbed his hand, smiling happily and tried my best to not focus in on the blood on my clothes, his clothes and the floor from the attacker.

"Well, then, perhaps I'll let you in closer."

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artemisravencourtney · 18 days

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Klaroline WIP Wednesday: Those Violent Eyes Ch5

(Klaroline peeps please tell me if I'm doing this wrong, it's my first time trying WIP Wed)

TW: Very brief mentions of past SA

He muses out loud, more so to himself than Stefan, “We could imprison him? I happen to have some options beneath the manor that should do nicely for now.” “Imprison him until when? He’s obsessed with Katherine, he won’t just give up on the idea.” Klaus waves a hand, “Until it’s appropriate to kill him.” He says flippantly. “Weeks, decades, centuries, who knows?” He shoots Stefan a pointed look, then, “Your brother’s days are numbered, ripper. He lives because I allow him to, but I will tire of that eventually.” Comprehension dawns on Stefan’s face, and the hybrid realizes he’s given too much away. “Because of Caroline. You’re keeping him alive until she gives you permission to kill him.” It’s not entirely the truth, but too close for comfort, regardless. Stefan smiles then, tone friendly, “You like her.” He’s brought back to his upbringing, and Mikael’s wicked glee whenever he’d find a weakness in his least favorite son. His ‘father’ could poke at anything that touched a nerve until the words hurt almost as much as the blows, all without ever losing that hint of sadistic pleasure that came with causing his distress. Klaus won’t allow Caroline to be poked at. “Your brother is a rapist.” He says slowly, “I don’t have to like her to want him dead.” Stefan only smiles wider, eyes sparkling in amusement. “No, but you’d have to at least respect her to wait for her permission to kill him.” He raises an eyebrow at that, “Your bar for what constitutes as respect is pitifully low.” The ripper shrugs, allowing him to relax slightly (though he suspects they will be revisiting this conversation at a later date). “Maybe. Anyway, we can imprison Damon until you kill him, but that might raise some questions. He’s friends with the town Sheriff, they have lunch together every week.” He pauses, noting the scowl on Klaus’s face with a healthy degree of trepidation, “If he goes missing, she’ll catch on.” Klaus Mikaelson is not a good man. He will be the first to admit that. Not with pride, but not with shame either. It’s an intrinsic truth, one his mother knew long before he did, one that he stopped trying to outrun the day his Wolf was bound. Klaus is objectively a terrible person, a questionable brother, and a monster among monsters. He murdered his own mother, for crying out loud. But the very thought of befriending a woman like the sheriff, laughing with her while committing unspeakable crimes towards her beloved daughter in the shadows? Pretending to be her ally, while you destroy the one person most dear to her on this earth, and ensure she’s none the wiser? All for no apparent benefit, aside from blood and your own twisted amusement? Klaus is not a good man. But there exist evils he isn’t capable of. Something snaps inside of him, dark and foreboding. “You wouldn’t happen to mean Sheriff Elizabeth Forbes, would you?” At Stefan’s answering nod, he feels a startling clarity wash over him. There’s no seeing red, no fiery hatred, no bloodlust. Instead, he feels swept underwater, awash with a bone-deep chill the likes of which he hasn’t felt since his last winter as a human. Idly, he wonders if this icy, detached thirst for vengeance weaving its way through him is what Elijah feels on a daily basis. He’s always been the hot-headed, mercurial one of his siblings, and he prefers it that way, but perhaps there’s something to be said about this cold, calculating fury. “Change of plans, then. I have a much better idea.” He unlocks his phone again, scrolling to another contact, “You might want to book a hotel for tonight, preferably under a different name”, he says, typing away. Stefan says something in response, but the sound is garbled and far away as he hits send.

#klaroline wip wed #klaroline #caroline forbes #klaus mikaelson #the vampire diaries #my fic writing #those violent eyes #klaroline fanfiction #fanfiction #wip #stefan salvatore

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alexxncl · 1 year

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obey me hcs (mainly the brothers)

masterlist | more drabbles/hcs | pt 2

keep in mind my mc is black lol

slight nsfw warning ?? it's just asmo shape-shifting

also this is so long i apologize

first and foremost, SIMEON AND DIA AFROLATINO KINGS

the two of them and mams always help mc with wash day

barbatos also does bc he helps dia with his hair and will silk press the FUCK out your hair

mams can do locs and helped the angels in the celestial realm who had them with their retwists and detox

mc convinced him to start a business on the side bc they could tell how much he loved doing their hair

beel loves kids and they love him, he's a jungle gym

levi used to (and still does) go mute when he's overwhelmed, luci and mammon taught themselves sign language in case they need to communicate with him

luci was ridiculously overprotective of the brothers when they fell, but the longer they stayed in the devildom, it was less obvious bc his pride didn't allow him to show those emotions outright

asmo can change his genitalia at will depending on his partner's needs/desires

all the brothers are some sort of neurodivergent, and so is (my) mc

this is kinda canon but all of them are queer and luci is the only cis one out of all the brothers

mc helped them become more comfortable with stimming both in the main tl and in nb bc they do it a lot themself

mams, barbatos, and luci are the best to go to when your anxiety gets bad bc they all have it and know how to handle it best/take your mind off of it

idk if this is canon or not but luci advocated for a hybrid-like rad so levi would be able to take some of his classes virtual when his anxiety gets too bad

mc has touched everyone's tails/wings out of pure curiosity once everyone was comfortable enough around them

mams always carries around crow food and birds are almost always following him around bc of it

luci and dia fucked before the fall.

mc started singing wade in the water whenever luci made them do shit and now mams does it too

mc rarely left their room after the lesson 16 incident and everyone but belphie checked up on them

lucifer forbade him from going anywhere near them but he still tried to at least see if they were ok

lucifer is *almost* physically incapable of apologizing bc of his sin

mams rarely uses his powers to their fullest extent, he did it once not too long after they fell and vowed to never do it again out of fear of hurting the people he cared about

satan's powers are equally fueled by wrath and grief

satan was with lucifer from his creation, god didn't wanna make both of them bc he knew satan would be the catalyst for a war

asmo and solomon almost dated but asmo pushed himself away bc he's scared of committment

levi had to physically hold mammon back from *seriously* hurting belphie after the lesson 16 incident

solomon is lilith's son

solomon is actually a decent cook when he doesnt try to experiment...but he always tries to experiment

magic can't even fix whatever he makes when he cooks

simeon can't see for shit but never wears his glasses

beel had and still has a lot of body image issues, his gluttony worsened them and he works out nonstop to cope

belphie listens to white noise on the rare occasion of him not being able to sleep

simeon would've fallen with luci if he found out what was happening and had more time to think, part of the reason why he was so ok with being demoted

dia wanted to be the closest to belphie when they first fell bc of their shared interest in humans and was hurt when belphie was standoffish

luke will be one of the most powerful, if not the most powerful, angels in history

i feel like he was a human and he died when he was really young and became an angel after

mephisto is a kpop stan and ults stayc

he compensates for his low self esteem and jealousy of luci and dia's friendship with the newspaper position

he also has a crush on both of them but wont admit it to himself

raph scolded the brothers so much bc they were his favorites, he didn't want them getting caught by god

felt guilty for letting the brothers fall alone, but not nearly as guilty as simeon

thirteen is a lesbian and i love her and we're married <333333

she hates solomon bc he was one of her assignments and she failed bc he's immortal

familial issues bc of the failure, she's the baby of the family but was still outcast

mc taught mams how to play spades and he's terrible at it

i'm so sorry 😭

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figgrrr0 · 1 year

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hiiiii guess who's bothering you again 😈 i hereby kindly request you indulge in my brainrots with some headcanons hehe

may i perhaps request our beloved itto with a cat hybrid!gn!reader? reader is of relatively high status and has quite a reputation to their name, thus they have appearances to maintain, but itto with his overbearing self manages to bring out their true personality when they spend time together - true personality as in easily flustered, prideful, teasing and somewhat tsundere-ish. Essentially, very catlike. May I get some sfw and nsfw headcanons on what you think their relationship would be like, especially since due to reader's status, most of the time they have to keep their relationship with oni on the down-low, despite loving the life outta him (which just adds to the excitement to some extent)

HAVE A NICE DAY TEEHEE

Itto X cat-hybrid!reader

Reader: Gn // Genre: Fluff, smut // CWs above the smut

How it started:

• Originally, when Itto first saw you, he wasn't too impressed. He thought you were just like all the other members of the rich crowd that you were standing in, those who would look down on him for his less-than-pristine status, and that's just not his scene. It doesn't suit his energy.

• And while he could appreciate your perfect posture and elegant movements, what he found more interesting about you were your more... cat-like features. Your fluffy ears and tail, which showed your true reactions to the people around you. No matter what emotion you'd trained onto your face, even from a distance he knew how you really felt just from a flick of your tail or flattened ears.

• Now, as for the actual relationship, it probably took a few months after your first meeting to take off. Most likely, you would bump into each other about 3 times, not coming away with a very good impression. The first few times he definitely made you uncomfortable in some way, whether that be by doing something awkward, or he said something that came across as rude, making you put up your defensive walls. Because of this, you didn't go out of your way to meet up with him again.

• Eventually, he somehow manages to find you without any company around and you spend the evening together, growing closer as the night sky leads you both to open up to each other.

• He tones his energy down a bit, (which proves to be a bit of a struggle for him) as he knows that you're kinda important and he actually likes you so he doesn't want to scare you away.

SFW:

• Itto is the type to sneak up and scare you in public when you don't know he's there. He's probably accidentally done this while you had guards with you, and you had to fumble to assure them that you did know him, and that he wasn't trying to kidnap you before they attacked him or got him arrested. Or both.

• If you live with family, he will absolutely climb through your window, just because. He has permission to use the front door? He's coming through the window. Nobody else is home? He's coming through the window anyway. It's literally the middle of the day, everyone can see? Well... you get the idea.

• It makes him feel sneaky and excited, and it feeds his ego that he can do so without being caught. (Little does he know, your guards always know that he's there, they just know that you're safe with him by now.) It probably also makes him feel a bit more connected to you, seeing as cats do this, too... just don't tell him that you don't climb through windows, 'cause that's exactly what he'll try getting you to do. Right after he sulks for a minute or two.

• If you have to make public appearances for family or business functions, you can bet he will be hiding in the crowd somewhere. If he doesn't stick out too much, he'll be somewhere you can see him easily enough, trying to grab your attention by making over-the-top gestures and just overall being kinda silly, as usual. He does this at least once before you end up having to tell him that he can't do that in public, as much as it did cheer you up.

• Eventually, you manage to convince someone (probably a guard you're close to) to let him wait for you in your room. When you get back, he'll spend the entire time complimenting you about how well you handled the situation (of course, he was just testing you... totally...) and laughing about your shocked reactions. "Haha! You should'a seen your face! That tail o' yours was striking out every-which-way!"

• Depending on how you react the first time he does it, Itto will pull on your tail every now and then as a means to tease you. He likes the way that it makes you blush instantly, eyes looking around at the people around you, hoping that no-one noticed the way your entire body instantly stiffened, before shooting him a warning glare that he just replies to with a cheeky grin.

CW: Brief heat cycle, public exhibitionism, teasing, quickies + brief/implied roleplay.

NSFW:

• The more sexual side of your relationship with Itto surprisingly doesn't start until a while after you start dating. He wouldn't want to push you away by initiating before you were comfortable enough with him. He knows he's a bit hard to get used to and his size can be intimidating. Plus, he's perfectly content with learning all of your cute mannerisms first, like the way your nose twitches when you're mad, or how you lean into his hand when he pets your ears and hair.

• In all honesty, it's not until your first heat cycle while dating him that you actually fuck him for the first time... or get fucked by him. He'll do anything to make you comfortable and tend to your needs, even if he does like to tease you every now and then. He likes how bratty you get when you're all needy like this, because you always try to deny it even while seeking him out. And the insults you throw when you're feeling petty after the fact are always endearing in his eyes.

• He absolutely tortures you in public at every chance he gets. Wandering hands each time he has an arm wrapped around you, pulling you to grind against him whenever you get a minute alone; he progressively gets more and more confident by the day. No matter how high and mighty you act around everyone else, he can feel the way that your nails dig into his arm if he tries pulling away.

• The thrill of the judging eyes of the people in your circle of wealth always gets him going even more. Just knowing that you chose him, despite the scandal that he could bring to your name, it makes his feel so special, which in turn makes him all the more cocky.

• It gets to a point where nobody even pays his actions any mind, anymore. Where they used to whisper and gossip when you both used to sneak around the town, hiding in alleys to fool around when you thought you wouldn't be caught, they now openly accepted Itto into their parties and ceremonies, so long as he was with you.

• And if you suddenly disappeared halfway through the event, well... nobody was too concerned when they found a locked storage closet, suspiciously sensual mewls and deep groans echoing through the space and the connected corridor. The dark bruises that suddenly appear on your neck upon your return give away any of your straight-faced excuses.

• But in the end, you're grateful that your relationship with the oni got found out. Because things with him have been so much easier now that you don't have to sneak around or hide him -especially when he's so... big. But what's a little roleplay every now and then? The adrenaline just makes everything feel so much better...

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Thank you for reading! 🩷

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #arataki itto #genshin itto #itto smut #Writing for an ask~🩷

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the-whispers-of-death · 3 months

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man oh man wolf Kali and dragon reader fighting over bear Stone is juicy.

i have some thoughts.

reader is actively trying to show up Kali, bringing outrageously big game to Stone like he sees Kali bringing Stone tasty fish and he huffs, smoke pouring from his nostrills and the next thing they know reader brings Stone a whole orca he hunted, brings him the fattest seals too, the blubber is good for stocking up for winter. in theory reader has everything to charm and woo Stone. he's big (well over 7 feet), he's strong (easily lifting up a truck when they don't have a car jack), he's rich (huge hoard as well as old money in banks across the world), he's knowledgeable (knows so much stuff, was around when the first telescopes and star maps were made, was around even before that) but reader knows that Kali has an advantage of knowing Stone for a long time and another thing is that reader is old... like old old and Kali and Stone are far closer in age so why would Stone want some old man when he can have a young, lively mate who has been by his side for all this time. now of course reader won't just give up, dragons are known to be both proud and possessive so reader won't allow that kind of hit to his pride nor will he just give up what he thinks should be his. but a dark part of his brain is always whispering for him to be prepared to loose his dream mate to someone (in readers opinion) more suited afterall reader is old and past his prime (in dragon years) he couldn't even give Stone a proper family (i have a hc that certain hybrids are very gung ho about family and cubs) so despite being all that and a bag of chips reader can't help but be insecure (there's also the fact of it being a mythical hybrid trying to court a regular animal hybrid and considering the fact that reader would probably outlive them both so... yeah)

it ends with all three in a pollycule because i don't like angst lol (if you don't mind that is)

I mean, technically there's already a polycule because dragon hybrid!Reader is also courting lion hybrid!Sarabi. We might as well add wolf hybrid!Kali into it too, yeah?

Wolf hybrid!Kali who has more than one reason to try and one-up dragon hybrid!Reader's courting of Stone because you're courting both the mate he's been courting with for twelve years and his trusted lieutenant. Part of him feels like why should you get both lion hybrid!Sarabi and bear hybrid!Stone?

He knows realistically he cannot compete with a dragon hybrid, a fact that's further proven by you bringing an orca to Stone. But that doesn't stop him from trying.

Kali helps Stone take care of his den, helping him bring back the food you bought Stone so that he's well-stocked up for the winter. He provides Stone with the flowers he knows Stone loves, he shares his kills with Stone. He reminds Stone of all of their good times, he cuddles Stone every night he can with you around.

But Stone still wants you, actually, he wants you both. So he tells you two and you're quick to start courting Kali.

Kali suddenly has more rabbits and deer showing up at his own den, all of them from you. You help him deal with other wolf packs, using your dragon hybrid nature to run off everyone who tries to encroach on his pack's territory.

Kali's confused but eventually, he accepts it. He's not used to...submitting, to being taken care of, but at least Stone and Sarabi are happy. And he doesn't mind having help with keeping his pack safe.

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writing-the-stars · 2 years

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klaus mikaelson x fem!reader where shes been his best friend basically since birth (she's an original) and she thinks klaus likes cami and gets jealous but hes just trying to distract himself because he likes the reader and its just a rlly fluffy/angsty love confession

It Has Always Been You

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Summary: After all these years, you realize your feelings for your best friend a little too late

Warnings: Angst, Camille Slander, Canonical Violence, Reader Is A Tad Bit Dramatic, Maybe A Shitty Ending (Shitty In The Way That I Don't Know How To End Things). Let Me Know If I Forgot Something

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Hi Kayla! Thank you so much for this request. I was in a bit of a writing rut and writing this one-shot rekindled my passion for writing, so thank you for that! I know it was a bit of a wait, but I hope this is worth it. Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you have a wonderful day!!!

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You don't know how it happened, or when it even began. You can't seem to recall when the conversations and stories shared between two friends began holding a heavier value or when the amicable gestures and platonic exchanges started carrying a deeper level of intimacy with them. When gazes started to linger and your heart rate started rising. When your thoughts began drifting more and more to tresses of dark ash blonde and pools of blue and green. When being apart for more than an hour began to feel like torture and the only time you ever felt safe was in his presence.

It happened so slowly— that feeling of love— creeping up on you when you least expected it. You had no idea it even found you till just this moment. As you stand in his doorway, heart sunk to your stomach, you realize that somewhere along the millennium together your heart lept over the line between love and friendship and your brain is just now catching up.

You watch your lifelong friend, the man that you have admired and adored for as long as you can remember, get ready for a date you didn't even know he had with a girl you already despise— simply for the fact that she isn't you.

"So, who is the lucky girl?" you ask— a forced grin painted on your face as you try to be enthusiastic. His reflection looks back at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he finishes buttoning his dress shirt. A smirk stretches across his lips, almost as if he is toying with you. A predator stalking its prey— a sick satisfaction from the dread that's filling your bones.

"Camille," he informs you— the pride in his voice not going unnoticed. Your heart clenches and your brave facade begins to crumble.

She is a beautiful woman. Intelligent, spirited, and compassionate. It's no surprise that he's taking her out, she is exactly the type of woman that draws in the Original Hybrid, and yet, you feel absolutely blindsided. All the times you teased him about the blonde— unknowingly gaging just how much she meant to him— with Klaus always assuring you she was "simply a means to an end." How foolish you feel now for having bought into what was obviously a blatant lie. If you hadn't been blinded by your own swelling emotions, perhaps you would have seen right through his deception.

You curse yourself for your own naivety. Klaus has been your best friend since you were both children, having always been the most reliable man in your life. You have seen every part of each other, watching as he grew from the timid, meek boy you first knew to the fearsome, courageous man he has become. No one on Earth knows you better than he does, no one in the entirety of the universe understands him better than you do. You have shared your entire lives together, experiencing even the darkest depths of each other's souls; and you have loyally remained by his side through it all because you know there is no one who will care for you as deeply and protect you as fiercely as the Original Hybrid. And now you are losing your best friend— possibly the greatest love of your life— to a pathetic human whose biggest accomplishment in life is her psychology degree.

How could this have happened? How could you have been so ignorant of your own emotions? It felt like some sick, cruel joke— a punishment for all your years of shaky morals and reckless behavior. In a way, you guess you deserved this. After all, you spent years toying with the emotions of countless lovers, using them to distract from the boredom your overextended existence tended to bring.

It's not like you had always intended to crush their hearts, it's just that you believed love was something that would always evade you. It's clear to you now that's because love had already found you, you just didn't recognize it.

And now, here is the man that you love, embarking on his own quest for something that is standing right behind him. The universe is fiendish like that.

Using what's left of your composure, you swallow the lump forming in your throat and wish him well, turning your back to return to the solitude of your bedroom. In doing so, you miss the own flare of disappointment in Klaus's eyes who had hoped going on this date would spur some kind of reaction in you— some sign that you shared an inkling of the love and devotion he has for you. But alas, the two of you were blinded by your own foolish oblivion.

-*-

Three weeks. Three insufferable, excruciating, and tortuous weeks. That's how long that stupid little bartender has been flaunting her budding romance with your hybrid. You've seen more of her face in the Compound these past couple of weeks than you care to see for another millennium.

Her mocking smile every time she greets you, letting you know she has something you can't have; her taunting voice— the sound of nails on a chalkboard— every time she calls his name or shares in the same laughter you used to indulge in with Klaus; and the stars in her eyes whenever she looks at the Mikaelson makes you want to claw them right from their sockets. You know the hatred you hold towards the blonde is spiteful and unjust, but when has the world ever been just towards you?

Due to the same fear your parents held towards the men who turned into beasts that the heads of the Mikaelson Family held, you had been forced into the same ritual the rest of the siblings had been subjected to, turning you into this immortal being. Then, you were thrust into the life of a fugitive, spending years of your life on the run from a crazed barbarian who sought to kill you for becoming the very creature he made you be. And finally, in the cruelest twist of fate yet, the universe had you realize your deep-rooted love for the man you have spent the entirety of your life with the moment he falls into the arms of another woman.

No, life was not fair and life was not kind, so why shouldn't you get to treat the thieving blonde just as cruelly?

You had hoped that your maltreatment of the bartender would be enough to drive a wedge between them and drive her away, but she was infuriatingly persevering. No amount of nasty comments, purposeful isolation, or continuous reminders that she would never belong in the family of the most powerful supernatural beings on the planet were enough to deter her.

She continued to return to the compound with the same insulting smile coloring her expression as she waltzed into Klaus's arms, showing you what you could've had. Finally, you had enough.

That's why your hand was now wrapped tightly around her throat— her eyes wide and bulging, begging to be released from your strong grip. You smirk sadistically to yourself, enjoying the feeling of how precariously her life rests in your hands. One twist of your wrist and you will eradicate the only thing standing in the way of you and Klaus Mikaelson.

"Y/N, please, put the girl down," Elijah's steady and calm voice requests, but you pick up on the sense of urgency dancing in the undertone.

"Ah, come now, brother. The night just became entertaining. Let Y/N have her fun," Kol petitions from behind you, clearly amused by the night's sudden turn of events. Your outburst was rather unexpected— even for you. You weren't even aware of what you were doing till the bartender's back slammed against the brick wall— her scream getting caught in her throat as you cut off her airways.

You could end it all right here, right now. Put yourself out of your misery. You want to, you are about to when a hand is placed on your shoulder, reminding you of the gravity of the situation. You can't kill the girl, no matter how badly you wish to— not without ruining everything you have spent a millennium building with Klaus.

No matter how much you wish it wasn't so, he likes the intolerable blonde, maybe even loves her. If you were to take her away from him, he would never forgive you. The Original Hybrid would probably spend the rest of your life hunting you to your end, and that's not something you could handle. You rather have half of him, watching from the sidelines as he finds happiness with someone else than have none of him at all.

"Y/N, let her go," Klaus's voice rings out in the tense silence. The room watches with bated breath, wondering what your next move will be as your fingers twitch over the blonde's throat— her pulse weakening under the strength of your grasp. With dissatisfied resignation, you slowly retract your hand; the girl immediately plummets to the floor. As you back away from her crumpled figure, the surrounding atmosphere lightens as if the room has let out a breath of relief. The two older Mikaelsons surge to her side, checking for any severe injury. It's enough to make you want to scoff, but as your eyes meet the widened, shock-blown blues of Rebekah, you realize just how grave of a mistake you almost made.

And as you fully begin to comprehend the situation before you, you can't help but feel the weight of the ignominy you subjected yourself to. The walls of the compound appear to be closing in on you— the air getting harder to breathe. The weight on your chest strengthens and it feels as if the room itself is trying to snuff you out, telling you that you no longer belong.

Perhaps the room was right. What if you were the one who did not belong? Looking at the scene before you, it would appear that way. The manner in which the siblings are huddling around the blonde bartender, attending to her with the utmost care and soothing all of her fear. It seems that you have become the outsider looking in— your time with the Mikaelsons reaching its end. After all, what more could you offer after spending a millennium together? You were old and played out, essentially a walking reminder of a life most of them have preferred to forget.

Camille was new and exciting— a terrain yet to be explored. She holds an intrigue you no longer have, and probably have not had for a while. It is clear to you now that you had lost this war long before you even started fighting. So, surrendering your battle, you launch yourself into the streets of New Orleans, giving you time to grieve the only life you have ever known.

-*-

You return to your room, a heaviness in your heart, ready to pack up the life you had loved so dearly. It's easier this way, you have to convince yourself, else you will never leave.

"Where the bloody hell have you been?" Klaus's voice fractures the silence of your bedroom, startling you in the process. You had been so distracted wallowing in your own misery that you hadn't even noticed his presence. In fact, you had assumed he would not even be in the compound, thinking he would be off somewhere comforting his darling Camille.

Your eyes meet his— darkened by the anger shrouded in them, just as you had suspected. You wonder just how much groveling you will have to subject yourself to in order to gain his pardon. Or maybe it would be better if he did punish you. You had somehow managed to evade the silver daggers all of these years, but maybe a century of darkness wouldn’t be so awful.

"Klaus, I'm sorry about Camille. I don't know what came over me. I usually have better control over my emotions, you know that. I just-," you pause, bracing yourself for what you are about to say next because you know once you speak it, it'll become real and the course of your life will be permanently altered. "I've already made plans to leave. I'm just here to pack up my belongings. All I can do is beg for your forgiveness and I promise you if you show me mercy this one time, you will never see or hear from me again. It will be like I never existed at all," you vow to the hybrid, your voice wavering under the weight of your emotions.

"Leave," he hisses as if the words themselves burn his throat— the thought of you leaving him completely unimaginable to the hybrid. You have been the one constant throughout his several lifetimes. The anchor keeping him grounded in the chaos that surrounds him, the beacon of light that guides him when he finds himself slipping into darkness, the fire that warms him when he believes he's grown too cold.

Your loyalty and tenderness towards him have often reminded the Mikaelson that he is not pure evil or an irredeemable monster— that he too is worthy of love and affection. You remind him of the man he used to be, the man he often wishes to become again. You remind him of all the good that he is capable of. You are his heart, his humanity, and to live without you is simply unfathomable.

"You think I'm just going to let you leave?" he questions in utter disbelief— your heart dropping at the query. Of course, it would not be that simple. You have seen time and time again what happens to those who cross the Original Hybrid. He was merciless and cruel, having no tolerance for people who disappoint him; and your act of treason has to be one of the biggest disappointments Klaus has experienced.

"I know what I did is unforgivable, but I-"

"You think that I care for one bloody moment about what happened with Camille!" Klaus roars, stunning you into silence, "She means nothing to me. You could have killed her tonight for all that I care! But you, love, you're not leaving me. I will not allow it."

He towers over you menacingly, but as you look into his eyes you see the fear shining through his anger. He is terrified of losing you. And as much solace as his words and the emotion that drives them brings to you, it also leaves you baffled, struggling to comprehend the contradiction.

"Klaus, I don't understand. You've been seeing that blonde wench for three weeks, parading her around the compound, showering her in affection, and granting her all of your time. You practically replaced me with her," you tell him— your words bitter, coating the hurt that you feel. But just as easily as you can see through Klaus, he sees straight to the root of your acidity.

His face contorts as he lifts a hand to lightly brush over your face, pushing your hair back and resting his palm against your cheek. "Y/N, no one could ever replace you. You are unparalleled, utterly priceless," Klaus tells you, his voice soft and warm with pure love and adoration. His eyes burn with sincerity as if to imprint his words on your skin so that you will always be reminded.

"You have captured my heart from the very beginning. Camille was merely a distraction— a means to an end. But you, my love, it has always been you."

You're frozen, his confession leaving you breathless. You can't even begin to comprehend the surge of emotion inside of you; incognizant of how to process his profound declaration of love. You had spent the last three weeks in absolute agony over a man who has loved you just as ardently. Without wasting another moment of time, you bring your lips to kiss feverishly against his own, pulling him into you as closely as possible. Your body molds perfectly into the curves and ridges of his framework as if you had been carved from the same stone— torn apart for so long and finally melding into the other once again.

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the-dawn-star · 2 years

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what would klaus mikaelson be like as a soft yandere (headcanons)

A/N: Hello and thank you for the req, I don't know if this is good, but this is how it came out! -S

+ not proof read, 300ish words.

You wouldn’t be locked in some dirty basement, actually you wouldn’t be locked inside at all.

You are going to have vampires looking after you 24/7. Even before you are dating him, actually there will be someone looking after you before you even knew Klaus.

Your first-time meeting is planed to the T.

But you didn’t see it, so you gave your number to him and said yes to a date.

It doesn’t matter if Klaus is yandere or what not, in every version of him there will be courting.

Gifts the most expensive kind and kind words with undertone of possessiveness, that you didn’t have enough experience to spot.

After you started your relationship officially you were introduced to the rest of the Mikaelson family.

Kol would make fun of Klaus for liking someone, and annoying the hybrid to almost scary level.

But overall, all the Mikaelsons like you enough, and Klaus not wanting to murder everybody was a good plus.

If you ever call Klaus by his real name his heart will melt. And he isn’t going to let you go for a very long time.

Plus, don’t think that there is any reality where Klaus would let go of you without a fight. And if you ever had a fight Klaus will be the first one to apologize (but it isn’t going to be a verbal one, his pride can handle such a thing).

If you ever wore his clothes, he would go crazy with how cute you would look at them. (Also, it could go in to the nsfw-area very quickly, but this isn’t the time for that)

Talk about nsfw, Klaus will paint you naked, there is no question in it.

Hugs from behind, and a gentle kiss on you shoulder happens at least once a day.

You drinking his blood if you just got a paper cut. And Klaus drinking from you when he is hungry or when he gets jealous.

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ace-but · 1 year

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Alright, okay, so, hear me out, we have cat hybrids, we have dog hybrids, and we habe fox hybrids. So just imagine..a lion reader. Aghhhhh, like, they probably have the best fluffier hair, not to mention the muscles 😶

I can imagine characters like Itto always challenging them to arm wrestles and stuff. Like, they're one of the few who can match them in raw strength, and being around them makes him feel safe

Or, how about one of the scholars, like Albedo, All Haitam, or Dottore, who are always sorta fascinated by how the lion side of them affects them.

(Reader would probably have a really calm monotone voice right, except when they're mad, then they get REAL LOUD. They sound like they're in a screamo song.)

Characters like Traveller and Xiao who for the first time have someone they can rely on, and not the other way around

Imma say this just once, but naps would be a big plus. They are the perfect napping buddy.

What are your thoughts on this, and what would you like to add on about it? There's just so much to do with the idea!

Okay, I'm done gushing now.

🕊 anon

Okay, so being normal for a single second to say thank you for an excuse to talk about hybrids in Genshin. Pleas forgive any grammar and spelling errors, I am very excited

And now

FROTHING AT THE MOUTH. YOU WANT TO HEAR MY THOUGHTS ON OTHER KINDS OF HYBRIDS? YOU'RE GONNA HEAR ABOUT MY THOUGHTS ON OTHER KINDS OF HYBRIDS.

Lions are one of the most obvious cases in nature of sexual dimorphism. So I think that would carry over to hybrids.

Amab folk naturally developing thicker, longer hair. Perhaps getting a proper mane. I honestly can't think of a reason why they wouldn't have a straight up mane.

The social aspect of it would be interesting. Typically, Lion Hybrids would be Polyamorous. At least, the amab folk would be, but I think the afab too. Families consisting of 1-3 amab or trans men with 4-8 afab or trans women and any of their children. Ignoring for a moment that most lionesses in a normal pride are related to each other.

Sons are typically expected to be out of the home early, while daughters usually stick around for a while.

Originally, the women of these hybrids are hunters and warriors. Men usually staying home to care for the children. But now, more and more of these hybrids are just kind of out there. They're fairly common to see outside of their own communities.

Anyway. Now to what you actually asked for lol.

Itto and a Lion!Reader would be pretty evenly matched in terms of strength. He might find it a little comforting to have someone else be the strongest. Takes off some of the pressure to protect other people.

Lion!Reader would probably have a better reputation than Itto no matter what. Lions are not only seen as powerful, but as being regal and protective. Unless they were actively a violent criminal, Lion!Reader brings people comfort by being around. They have more sensitive ears than a human, sharper vision, and far more muscle. If someone wants to pull something, they probably won't do it with Lion!Reader around!

I think the scholars you've mentioned, with the exception of Alhaitham who I don't think is this kind of nerd, would be fascinated by a Lion hybrid.

Albedo is studying the anatomy, making sketches to improve understanding of the musculature of Lion hybrids. Ahem, if you'll allow him, that is? He's never pushy, but you're very aware that he would like to study you. His eyes are always on you, it would be a little unnerving if you didn't know he was just trying to understand how your body works.

Dottore may attempt a more... direct form of study. You may be subject to many experiments and vivisections. Uh, don't get caught? Or maybe you're into that idk.

You mentioned being loud? Hell yeah a Lion hybrid is loud! Lion!Reader's vocal structure allows for volumes exceeding 114 decibels! That's so loud that your yells could genuinely cause damage to someone's ears. Not yours though, your ears are capable of withstanding this kind of noise. Usually Lion!Reader

You want someone dependable? You got it. Capable of more feats of strength than a human, having more sensitive hearing and smell, and probably being raised with loyalty being drilled into their head, Lion!Reader is absolutely someone to turn to when you need help.

Xiao can rest a little easier when you offer, no, demand to take over his duties for some time. You destroy enemies with no problem, and if he just needs to rest, you watch over him. Xiao won't admit it, but this is the safest he has ever felt. His head on your lap while you silently keep watch.

The traveler can bring you on basically any commission without any sort of worry that you won't be able to handle it Especially if you have a vision. Finally, someone they can have as backup without any concerns of leading them to their death

And yes, perfect napping buddy. You make people feel so safe and warm and happy in your arms. :)))

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin hybrids #hybrid character #lion character

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hey i just related a probably significant life experience to dragon ball and thought you would give me the least normal answer out of anyone i could ask

so i just got back from therapy with my glasses BROKEN IN HALF in my pockets because i was so tense and crying so hard I CRACKED THEM LIKE A FUCKING PENCIL WITHOUT EVEN NOTICING WHILE TRYING TO CLEAN THEM

and i remembered "hey GT Trunks had glasses" so i wanted to ask you specifically if you think that might have been something that happened to him too because i feel like he could very well get to that point of stress in GT specifically like in a meeting he would get so stressed but try to disguise it and try to clean his probably fake glasses and end up breaking them in half

also it could work in your brain as well because i figure that getting bullshit pseudo psychoanalyzed by SON GOTEN would do that to him too but i don't think he would cry in that kind of situation i feel like hes too Vegeta to cry if Goten ever said something remotely true about him in his rambles spawned via Gohan books he should not have been reading because you know how a broken clock is right at least whatever the fuck the saying was?? well i feel like if that ever happened Trunks would just instinctively break anything he had in his hands at the moment or alternatively if Goten said something so wrong it offended Trunks to the point of violence, which should be a lot because he probably prides himself in being civilized and The One In Control when he really fucking isn't but he tries to be even if its pretty fucking shallow he gets points for effort

Also Future Trunks would probably break something he was holding by accident if you scared him, kinda guy to go super saiyan on accident actually even if it's like once in a blue moon because personally at least i think Future Trunks LOOKS like he would a very calm and understanding person and he is about trivial topics! but he's very emotional and prone to anger otherwise, at least TEEN Future Trunks is very prone to act first before thinking even if it might seem that is not his preferred approach to most situations but like he does act rather rashly all throughout Z so i feel like you could scare him into breaking something or anger him enough to make him go super saiyan accidentally (additionally he would feel bad after realizing he had broken something because yknow when you don't grow up with much you don't really wanna be breaking shit even if your situation gets like better and all? not something that would happen to present trunks, who is rich and should be kicked in the balls or something)

But then again there is Old Man Super Future Trunks (He is forever 17 lol)(He is a 30 year old man in Super)(So he's not even that old but like even Goku looked at least a bit older at 30)(Actually no he didn't he kind of looked the same he did at 18 at 29 never mind) Who i believe is a lot more calm by nature of just being.. Sadder. That is a sad man right there he is pretty fucking miserable but he still has hope he always has hope that's his thing anyway he is soo sad i don't think you could scare HIM into breaking anything or turn him super saiyan on accident i feel like he has his strenght under control these days and if you made him angry enough he would have a very toned down reaction unless it was like a universe threatening deal in which case he would go berserk like he would've as a teenager yknow as he does

also back to the glasses.. I like the idea of the glasses not being fake for some reason i think trunks should get glasses since saiyan hybrid vision CAN deteriorate as seen with Gohan being BLIND AS FUCK so i feel like at some point Trunks would end up damaging his vision since well- i'm pretty sure it was just like flavor text somewhere but Future Trunks enjoys tinkering with machines and as we previously discussed (months ago the fucking bra electric car saga) Trunks would probably be alright with hardware at least, so i find it fun to think that young Future Trunks would try to like fix the dragon radar or something and he'd be either holding it comically close to his face or he'd be completely hunched over like a shrimp and Bulma would walk in and be like "Ooh there is something wrong with his eyes. fuck." and Future Trunks would be like "Oh yeah that makes sense.." and his Gohan never really got to the point of needing glasses but he would probably choose something Gohan would have for his new frames

And if Present Trunks was in that same situation he would drop to the floor defeated and punch it like he was just told he was gonna die tomorrow because he thinks glasses are for nerds and he isn't a fucking nerd and he would refuse to wear them and years later he would be like "Shit i do need glasses alright i'm the smart one anyway i can rock that shit"

This would however not happen to "relatively normal for a saiyan" grown ass man GT Trunks. He would notice if something was wrong with his eyes and get his dumb fake glasses some real lenses.

ok bye goodnight i have nothing else to say EXCEPT look at this picture i found in trunks' wiki

that's it. buenas noches, gente *se cae la lona en la carpa de circo y quedamos a oscuras*

i think it's important to get that sort of energy out when you have it .. Im glad your broke your glasses. But the expression of such energy is more effective and consummate when you are really aware of how your body feels when feelings come on and when you move your muscles. Next time you should break your glasses with more attention and purpose and while really feeling through how it feels to engage those muscles in order to discharge the energy mobilized more efficiently. if you can. for greater healing. If it's not overwhelming in the moment . Not that I care or anythinf .....

Trunks takes his glasses off to clean them as a way to create space between himself and what bullshit these executives are spinning in his meeting room .. And then he looks down and in his hands there is just. Shards. Crumbs if you will

THANK YOU for seeing and acknowledging that Goten "bullshit pseudo psychoanalyze[s]" him. Thank you for knowing that it's bullshit and inspired by his cursory-not-really readings of Gohan & Videl's books. It's so important

I think that it's interesting to see Trunks as someone who purposefully keeps himself composed and calm, even in front of Goten, ESPECIALLY in front of Goten, because Goten just does not work like that. And with all of his time with Trunks, he should be able to see through Trunks's exterior, so even if Trunks is putting up a front (which Goten would take offense to since theyre such good friends), Goten would see through it no problem. And if Trunks doesn't succeed and in that moment breaks his glasses in his hands, Goten would probably definitely notice.

I don't know what he'd say ... Goten would be on again about Trunks's emotional armoring and how his circumcision factors into that (he had a brief conversation with Videl about certain theories by Wilhelm Reich ONCE and now he thinks he knows things and he believes what little he knows 100%). And Trunks takes his glasses off to rub his eyes because he's sick of hearing about his circumcised pingo. And then Goten says something about how Trunks's skin always goes cold when Goten tries to give him kissies and Goten thinks it's because that Trunks rejects the feelings of affection in that moment because he doesnt trust Goten with his feelings since Goten, despite always being emotionally available, has always been player 2 and the younger one, and Trunks doesnt think he can trust little Goten with his feelings + he doesnt want to burden him with that + to give Goten his feelings would admit that Trunks isn't that grand or cool and that his momentous inner self is actually totally manageable, thus retroactively delegitimatizing the way that he's kept to himself his whole life, tobbling Trunks's entire self-image. And Trunks wants to say that this is bullshit but he wants to put his glasses on first and he moves to do that but they're just fucking shattered in his hands

Very interesting about Future Teen Trunks ... I definitely thought that he was calm, careful, and utilitarian. But I also remember watching it and feeling strongly "you can tell he's 17" and maybe that's what I was seeing? The passionate conviction that is perhaps orchestrated with more fire than is due? If he accidentally broke something he would have a proper burial for it like Gohan taught him.

Future Trunks in dragon ball super would not break anything ever becasue he's trained himself not to but I think that deep down he still wants to. He feels feelings and he just wants to squeeze really hard. He just wants to snap something. But he refrains. And that sucks

Future Bulma WOULD notice her son's eyesight. Present Bulma would not. This is becasue she does not notice that her own eyesight is not thsat good. She would be like "here put these goggles on so you can see better" she doesnt think like "hey maybe he and I should wear glasses ALL of the time" becasue she deosnt need to see that well unless building something sooo. Lol. Her vision is good enough. When everyone else can see something she can't she assumes it's just because they're a warrior and they train. If she saw her son hunched over trying to build something she would be like "Stop playing all those video games, you're ruining your eyes!" and then she goes to stare at a screen for 11 hours coding something

Im glad you remembered Bra Software Legend i really liked all of that

HE WOULD FALL TO THE FLOOR AND START PUNCHING IT!!! HE'S NOT A NERD!! But then later he would be cool with it because it makes him look smart and he IS the smart one anyway so it works. HE JUST CHANGES THE CONNOTATIONS OF THE GLASSES SO THAT IT SUITS HIS SELF-IMAGE .. so that he can justify WEARING THEM and BEING ABLE TO SEE!!! thats so perfect ... he just redefines reality

You're right if GT Trunks had to put real lenses in his frames then he would. And quit it with this shit

That's a nice picture Vegeta's such a cunt

*circus closes for the night*

#dballz posting #dballz asks #yu7i

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Obstetrician Appointment

A succubus walks into the examination room and offers her hand. "Hi—Alastor, right? I'm Dr. Kandi Stripper, nice to meet you."

He shakes and says, "A pleasure," before the name registers and he does a double-take at her name tag.

She nods. "Yeah, I know."

"... Right." Alastor clears his throat. "Doctor, pardon me if this is presumptuous, but it's been an issue with every other doctor I've ever had down here so I think it's worth stating: to be clear, I am here for medical treatment, not for some sort of hospital fetish roleplay."

Dr. Stripper waves him off as she sits. "Oh no no I get it. I became a doctor because I couldn't get a gynecological exam in Pride without them making it weird. Inside the exam room, it's totally professional."

Alastor lets out a quiet sigh of relief.

"But outside the exam room, I'm free for lunch after this if you're interested."

Alastor shrugs. "Fine, I don't have anyone lined up today." That's succubus culture.

She flips through his medical file. "So! Just about nineteen weeks along, are we? I've got to say—that's some extremely skilled shapeshifting, for you to not just conceive but maintain a pregnancy that long."

He gives her a wan smile. "All that—and by accident, too."

They discuss his options. Keeping the baby is not on his list. His first preference is to find its true father—if he can—and offer it over. If the father is disinterested or can't be located, he'll either offer it for adoption or terminate the pregnancy, he hasn't decided which. He likes the idea of some imp couple getting to have a child—but he really, really likes the idea of not having a baby. They agree he should defer the decision until after making an effort to find the father.

They discuss the options for a paternity test. As Alastor worried, a genetic test in and of itself won't do any good without a potential father to match the genes against; but they can have the genes on file in case Alastor turns up some suspects later, and they might even help him narrow down his search pool.

There are three possibilities for the father: either he's a demon; he's a damned sinner; or he's a living human. Of the three, Alastor's slept with far more sinners than anything else, so he's going to have the hardest search there—but they're also the least fertile group.

It's commonly believed that sinners are completely infertile—and with each other and most demons, they are—but succubi are the exception. Succubi are designed to pop out fresh demons to bolster Hell's population, and to corrupt humanity, and to breed with the dead—whether that meant sucking the sperm out of a corpse or riding the damned.

What is true is that sinners can't start families—which most of them interpret to mean they can't reproduce at all. The truth is much more literal. Sinners can screw with succubi, and their coupling can create a child—a cambion—but that child isn't part of the sinner's family. A cambion might be the offspring of a demon and a human, but it's not a half-human half-demon hybrid. There's no such thing. A creature can't have half a human soul: it either has a soul, or it doesn't. A cambion doesn't. It's like mistletoe, a parasite growing on its human parent's family tree.

But, in Alastor's opinion, even parasitically growing on a human's family tree is better than not being properly attached to a tree at all—so he'd still rather give the child to a human father over an adoptive imp couple.

Genetic testing will determine whether the baby is a succubus or a cambion—and thus, whether the father is demon or human. If human, the testing might also turn up some hereditary genetic mutations that, if present, would indicate the father has been dead a while. And of course it can help identify some genetic disorders, which is typically what prenatal genetic testing is for.

"Do you know whether you have any genetic disorders in your family medical history?" Dr. Stripper asks. "These include..."

Alastor waves off the question before she can start listing conditions. "I don't have a family medical history."

This far into Alastor's pregnancy, the less invasive genetic testing options are no longer available. Dr. Stripper informs him that the one option available right now does have a small risk of miscarriage; Alastor informs her that he'd consider himself too fortunate if the choice were taken from his hands so neatly. .

They talk about his birth control—or apparent lack thereof. "I still don't understand it," Alastor says irritably. "This shouldn't be possible. For goodness's sake, I'm on six forms of birth control—"

"According to your medical records, one of them's to block your sperm," Dr. Stripper says. "It won't stop you from getting pregnant, just from getting other people pregnant.

"Five relevant forms of birth control."

"And you're scheduled to take a shot every three months," she adds. "According to your records, your latest one was almost four months ago and before that it was five months?"

Alastor winces. "I keep meaning to schedule it, but..."

"It's not helping you after three months."

"Fine, four forms of birth control."

"And you should have a vaginal ring that's switched out every five weeks? Have you been doing that reliably?"

Alastor winces harder. "Three forms. But I'm only supposed to need one, aren't I? How did it get past all of them?"

"Let's find out, shall we?"

One of the three is a temporary magic tattoo inside his vaginal canal that should be five months into its eight month life; the other two are a five-year surgical implant and a ten-year copper IUD that are just over three years old each. The latter two are more difficult to check, but Dr. Stripper checks for the tattoo. When she informs him, baffled, that there's only a few faint traces of ink left, as though the tattoo has expired months ago, Alastor is horrified—but he's not surprised.

"I suppose we'll find the other two have magically vanished as well, won't we," he mutters.

"Well, the IUD's still in there."

"How do you know?"

Dr. Stripper opens Alastor's file, flips through several sonogram printouts, holds out one, and points at one lumpy arm. "Do you see that?"

Alastor's stomach flips at the memory of the ultrasound, but he leans forward to look. For a moment, bizarrely, he thinks the baby is clutching a cross against its chest like a horror movie protagonist trying to ward off a vampire; but then he realizes the object clutched in its tiny fingers is T shaped. "Is that..."

"There's your IUD."

"The... the thing that's supposed to be sterilizing sperm just by existing in me?"

"Yep."

Alastor says, "How—" He stops. He says, "Wh—" He stops again. He lays down on the examination table and stares at the ceiling.

Dr. Stripper says, "Genuinely I don't know how this is biologically possible."

"The nerve of this kid. Clutching it like a scepter," Alastor mutters. "He's got some balls, doesn't he?"

Dr. Stripper shakes her head. "No, those don't develop until week 33."

Considering how steeped Alastor is in high-level supernatural powers, they both suspect that the birth control methods that weren't undone by irresponsible scheduling must have been undone by magic, whether his own or a partner's. Dr. Stripper says she'll look for precedents before Alastor's next appointment.

And, finally, they talk about recommended lifestyle changes for as long as Alastor's undecided about whether to carry the baby to term. It's the same list he got from Dr. Neid with a few additions: diet, prenatal supplements, recommended sex positions and acts, safe and unsafe shapeshifting techniques, limited caffeine... and alcohol.

"Ah. This." Alastor lets out a long sigh designed to convey that he will, at best, merely endure the topic, and certainly won't listen to it.

"Your regular doctor has a note in here that you refuse to discuss your drinking habits?"

"I'm not changing them at this time. I understand the health consequences, I know what addiction is, and I'm aware the my habits are... excessive. But I have no desire to reduce my drinking, and even less to detox."

"Can I ask why?"

He presses his lips together tightly, regarding Dr. Stripper suspiciously. This feels like a trap. But, reluctantly, he speaks: "I... don't—get along with my libido. I can't tolerate the demands it makes on me. I only need it about three times times a day, so there are absolutely no medical options to try to lower it; the only help I have available is whiskey dick." He can see her face starting to twist in confusion, looking for the sense in his explanation; he's sure that to a succubus, he must sound like he's declared he's decided to slowly starve himself because pooping every three days is just too frequent for his tastes.

He shakes his head. "It's a matter for my primary doctor and I. You don't have to understand it, just—accept it. Anyway, I'm a freelancer; I can't afford to take the time off to detox again."

"'Again'? Have you tried to get sober before?"

"I was sober. I detoxed in the eighties and spent a decade and a half sober." A corner of his mouth quirks up wryly. "My libido was lower then."

"And you don't want to go through the withdrawal again. What was it like for you?"

Alastor closes his eyes and tries to remember. So much of his human memories are gone or blurry, and his withdrawal is no different. The strongest memory he has is that it was miserable. "I was horribly sick. Shaking, vomiting, constant sweating—I think I hallucinated. I might have had a heart attack, I'm not sure now." (He opens his eyes and gets some slight pleasure out of seeing her expression while his own expression remains neutral.) "I was probably delirious for a couple of days, at least. I felt like I was dying continuously, for... I think it was almost a week. Couldn't sleep for much longer." He lets out a short huff. "Can't say I cared for the experience!"

"I wouldn't either." Dr. Stripper gestures toward Alastor's abdomen. "Baby's gonna go through that when he's born."

Alastor's blood runs cold. "... Oh."

"Unless you plan to keep bottle-feeding him booze. But I don't really recommend it unless you're trying to raise him as a brain-damaged serial killer."

Alastor swallows the urge to get offended on behalf of serial killers. "I—see your point, doctor." Callous he may be; but even for his remarkably permissive stance on evil... forcing a newborn through detox seems like a just bit much. He thinks he'd probably be ashamed of that later. He's already got enough regrets, it might be nice to head one off before it starts.

However—however—on the other hand. He wants to keep drinking. And the baby would eventually get through withdrawal, right? And Alastor doesn't know whether he can stop. The last time he got sober, he'd permitted Rosie to lock him up until he broke through the other side of his delirium. This time, not only is he no longer on speaking terms with Rosie, but he assumes withdrawal will be that much harder to fight through when he's alive—and carrying a second life.

If he can get a baby addicted... what other effect is he having on it? He might have already done the kind of damage only divine intervention can undo. Maybe it's too late for detoxing to actually do any good. Maybe aborting is a more merciful option. (Maybe it will be a relief if he can conclude aborting is the more merciful option.)

He hates all the options.

He says, "I'll take it under consideration."

Dr. Stripper has him take a few tests—a needle to take the sample needed for genetic testing, some more esoteric strips and patches to run some magical tests.

He stays after the appointment for a quickie.

He's sent out with a pamphlet on something called "fetal alcohol syndrome" with the addresses of several detox centers, a booklet about adopting to imp couples, and a date early next week to discuss the results of his genetic testing.

#(('oh this will take me less time than the other doctor appointment!' It Did Not))#((questions (partially) answered in here include:))#((what are his plans! can we find out the dad! how tf did he get knocked up! and is anyone gonna tell him drinking & pregnancy don't mix!))#uh oh #art #live and in person (face to face)

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wouldn’t you know (that drives me wild) (ao3) ritsu pulls izumi's tail. izumi enjoys it more than one might expect. written for this event’s prompt: kemonomimis ♡ warning: 18+ exclusive, pwp, cat/human hybrids. please see ao3 tags for more details.

Here are a number of truths about Sena Izumi:

One) As far as cats go, he marks nearly all the stereotypes. Ritsu does, too, in his own ways, but not quite like Izumi. Izumi's got the pride, the prettiness, the hiss, the bite. The violent heats and accompanying mood swings, too — things Ritsu himself is more often spared from.

Two) Even outside of his heats, he falls easily to the right touches. It's all a matter of knowing how and where to press; sometimes a matter of discovering new sensitive places for him. Ritsu, of course, has uncovered and taken note of many. A tantalizing brush along the underside of his chin, a loving stroke up his side, a good scratch at the base of his tail — all motions that often lead to Izumi’s aforementioned pride and hiss being shed. (At least, for a little while. Secchan is always Secchan at the end of the day.)

Three) In general, despite his stereotypical cat-like haughtiness, Izumi is easy to drive into submission. Just a bit of the right nudging and teasing, and he'll be on his hands and knees, like this, putty in Ritsu's knowing hands. He might put up a fight at first, might summon the last remaining scrap of his pride, but they both know what he wants — and where it will lead — perfectly well.

And so, these facts are all part of what has led them here: Izumi's pants pulled down and out of the way, Ritsu's hands ghosting back up his thighs. One stops there, lazily curving against the swell of Izumi's muscles. The other crawls up, up, up — over his hip and to the base of his tail. Ritsu strokes over it, kind, indulgent, enjoying the way Izumi sighs and stutter-purrs at his touch.

Then, assured that Izumi has truly melted for him, Ritsu wraps his fingers around his tail and experimentally pulls.

A shocked, open gasp falls from Izumi's lips. In Ritsu's grasp, his tail stiffens, almost jolting rimrod straight. He curls further in on himself, face pressing into his arms similarly to how his ears press down flat against his head. The hunch of his shoulders does little to hide the red flush creeping over his neck.

And his ass — as Izumi's spine curves down further, his ass is raised higher. Ritsu watches, eyes attentive and dark, as he shifts. It's small, just the sublest shake and upward cant of his hips, but it says plenty.

What says more still is the following movement of Izumi's tail: after it relaxes somewhat, it curls over Ritsu's forearm, almost as though to hold him there. Into his own arms, Izumi makes some low, indecipherable noise.

"Secchan likes that, hmm...?" Ritsu muses.

"It's — ..." Izumi manages, before swallowing thickly. "Don't..."

He trails off. A rumbling purr bubbles up from Ritsu's chest, and he knows Izumi can feel the vibrations of it as he leans over his back. In the same movement, his hand slinks up from where it rests against Izumi's thigh and to his leaking cock. He takes a gentle hold of it, smoothes his thumb over its side in a teasing, stark contrast to his next tight yank of Izumi's tail.

Izumi chokes. His tail winds itself tighter around Ritsu's arm. He squirms back, more purposefully than before, seeming to deliberately seek friction from where Ritsu's own cock throbs against him. Satisfied, Ritsu's ears flick.

"'Don't' what?" Ritsu can't help but tease. He rocks his hips, also, indulging in the perfect fit of Izumi curving before him. "Does it really feel so good you can't even finish your sentences for me...?"

This is punctuated with another, smaller yank, and somehow Izumi crumples even further. His head turns, exposing his profile: his cheeks are flushed as red as his neck, brows furrowed and tears budding at the corners of Izumi's tightly closed eyes. Sweat mats his silvery curls to his forehead. His lips hang parted, allowing the escape of every shapeless moan and pant.

Ritsu sighs, a little mystified, and noses the curve of Izumi's neck. All of Izumi's bite is really, truly gone — lost to the pain and love Ritsu so generously gives him. He is hardly different from a whore keening to be spanked.

"Such a slut," he hums, both cruel and affectionate, before digging his teeth into Izumi's red neck.

Izumi whines, wanton, and pushes back even more desperately, melting even further under Ritsu's bite. This only proves Ritsu's point, of course. "K-Kuma-kun — ... Ah..."

Ritsu pulls again. Rather than making it a quick tug, he keeps Izumi's tail pulled back, similar to how he might have pulled his hair in the past. Ritsu holds him firm, almost like he's holding Izumi in place for the hard way he ruts against him.

His teeth dig deeper, too, keeping Izumi where he is just as much as his hand does. The blood that beads onto his tongue as a result is sweet, rich, invigorating. It makes the jerk of his hips rougher, which in turn makes Izumi's next mewl louder.

In his other hand, Izumi's cock dribbles. Ritsu smooths his thumb over the leaking tip, delights in the other’s following cry. Izumi's voice will likely be hoarse tomorrow. Ritsu imagines that he might give him the cold shoulder for that — try to, at least, but he'll be quick to come around. A catnap together might do the trick.

That, or Ritsu will press the right buttons and drive him to this point all over again.

In this moment, though, he finally takes proper hold of Izumi's dick. This shift is followed by another broken attempt of Izumi calling his name. His teary eyes blink open to reveal the glassy blue of his irises, gaze weakly trying to meet Ritsu's own. Ritsu rewards him — rewards them both, really — with a full jerk of his cock, then falls into and matches the rhythm of his hips.

"Mmm," Izumi whines again, eyes already pressing back shut. "Kuma-kun, that's — ah — it's too... I'm..."

Drawing his teeth from Izumi's neck, Ritsu presses his lips against the fresh wound and smiles. He grips Izumi's tail a bit tighter.

"You can let go, Secchan." Not that he hasn’t already, but Ritsu knows — just like he knows Izumi's most sensitive places and what will get him talking to him again — that sometimes having permission does the most for him. The hand on Izumi's cock does not slow, but Ritsu's own grind does. Just for now; just to drag his own stamina out a little longer. "It's, ahh.. Pointless holding back now when you're already acting so slutty."

Then, the last fraying thread for Izumi snaps before Ritsu's very eyes. He watches as his tension and pleasure mounts, as Izumi thrusts into Ritsu's hand and as his curved body curls even further. He listens to the new chorus of sounds to escape him, the unique mix of his desperate whines and deeper, throatier moans.

And Ritsu also feels Izumi come as much as he sees and hears it. He feels it all: the full body tremble, his cum being milked onto Ritsu's fingers, Izumi's tail winding so tight around his arm it nearly hurts. It doesn't matter how many times Ritsu has borne witness to this; he still marvels at the way Izumi's body was wound so tight, so taut, and how it then laxes against Ritsu after his release.

A full beat of silence passes. Or, at least, something closer to silence, with the most noise from Izumi being heavier pants as he clearly tries to catch his breath. Ritsu lets it fade into two beats, then three. He takes the buffer period to draw the hand at Izumi's cock away, straightening as he brings it to his mouth and lazily licks the cum from his fingers. His eyes remain fixed on Izumi's crumbled figure all the while.

On the fourth beat, Izumi seems to regain his senses enough to prop himself up onto his elbows, at least. His legs are shaking, Ritsu notices, slight as it may be. Shaking and moving to crawl forward — as though he thinks they're done here, or something equally self-absorbed.

Again, Ritsu harshly tugs at Izumi's tail. As a reminder — and as there's no more reason to hold out anymore — he also rocks against him with another firm buck of his hips.

"Fuck," Izumi hisses.

"Secchan," Ritsu says, his own voice breathy, his ears now flicking from impatience. His gaze drops from where Izumi's head has once again sunk into his arms, instead looking to where his own cock throbs desperately against the curve of Izumi's ass. "Don't be selfish~... You have to take care of me, too."

"Y-yeah," comes Izumi's quieter, tenser reply. He's past spent; Ritsu takes pride in having caused a climax that rattled him to this degree, but... "Whatever, just..."

"Yeah," Ritsu hums, understanding in this as he is in everything else. "Just stay still for me, 'kay~...?"

And Izumi, overstimulated but oh-so-cooperative, does.

#nsft #ensemble stars #ritsuizu #ritsu sakuma #izumi sena

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orphancookie69 · 5 months

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Car Purchases 101

Cars, car maintenance, and car purchases are all such interesting yet varied knowledge topics. Cars seem like you go all in or enough to get you to work and that's it. Let's talk about purchase types a bit.

Background:

These kind's of posts I tend to like to start with my background in this. I come from a family of mechanics and car enthusiasts. While I am female, I never minded getting my hands dirty with a car or a DIY project. This can very easily be seen as a manly thing, or a sexist thing as women with cars tends to be sexy or wannabe manly. My mom got her license as soon as she could. For me driving was boo. I was in my late teens/early 20's when I got my license.

My first car was a Green Honda Element. I got it as a gift for my 16th birthday (I think)? I had asked for a shopping trip, but got a car. My grandfather used to run a towing company and had easy access to cars. My stepdad drove it, usually taking me to college before I had to go to LA for year 2. It eventually got sold and the money went to my moms Ice Cream Truck business. That eventually got sold so that she can be an air stewardess.

Once I had my license, my dad and I got a loan together to get my first real car. My mom would not let me have my dream car, Mini Cooper. So we as a family "settled" on Chrysler PT Cruiser. I loved that car, it fit so many people. It was like a race car but on a budget. I moved out of state with that car. I came back. My mistake was letting a family member borrow it, after a long drive back to California, and they cracked the frame and the car was totaled.

With this I decided, and partially had to, get a new car. I wanted to enjoy the "new car" experience. I got a Dodge Caliber, and it wasn't bad, but it was the only car I did not like or love. I eventually traded it in for my Mini Cooper Clubman. My dream car. It was a loaner car, but it has all the bells and whistles. I have paid it off and will drive it as long as I can.

So, If I have my dream car-why would I make any other purchases? My partner likes to have more than one vehicle. He drove Toyota Prius for 10 years, and we did some car shuffling. He tried a Toyota Highlander, which was nice. It was a good car for family but not as a commuter. So, the commuter was Ford Fusion. Not bad, but still one of my least favorite cars. While the Fusion is on its way out, he decided to play with Electric vehicles and got a Hyundai Ioniq 5. He tried to talk me into a Tesla and I was like hard no.

Types of Cars:

Gasoline: Ya know your normal car.

Hybrid: Electric and Gasoline.

Electric: Using only electricity as a form of gas.

Fuel Cell Electric Vehicles: Using natural gas as a form of gas.

There is getting to be a case for Electric, but we as a society are not prepared to all be on it. Gas is not bad, but there is a really hard case to make for what the objectively best option is. Fuel Cell is not bad, but not enough stations.

There is another big question...

American: There is pride about American cars or american jobs.

Foreign: Some of the better designs and technology comes from non american brands.

Cars are such a changing industry, from types of cars made to car brands. Some brands retain their value better, and some brands play price games because everything seems to get more expensive.

Types of Purchases:

Buying: You would make monthly payments, with a trade in or money down, for X amount of years.

Leasing: You would make monthly payments, can use a trade in or money down, for X amount of years. You have a limit on how many miles you can put on it, and an option to buy it out at the end of the lease. You can also make one payment for all the payments and play with the interest rate.

Do your research, and when you go to make your purchase-have confidence. Don't get pushed around by people who need to make a sale. You need car salesman, and he needs you. We are all part of an ecosystem. Have fun getting a car and drive like you care about your fellow drivers!

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