#but some of the stuff he did...not as easily forgivable

[dizzybevvie]

Feel free to ignore this!!! this is kinda like public journalling?? i dont wanna keep talking to my friends about it <3

#So obviously i dont want to “make this about myself” but im gonna push that aside to examine my own thoughts foe a bit #obviously 6 hours isnt a good time scale but i want to get this out of the way #so ive journaled some thoughts about how I WANT to let myself feel discomfort #-and gross and stuff so I can release it instead of pushing it aside and just prolonging the feeling #I want my brain to know i forgive myself for feeling like this in spite of not being the injured person because its normal #I am not worried for the guy that got hit because I know that other than a broken leg he is all around okay #although i did find out that my age estimate of 13-14 was wrong and hes actually 11 or 12 #i feel bad for him obviously !!! #but this is for me to get out my own feelings #I am easily disturbed and his leg was VERY broken #ive not broken a bone before (or really been injured at all) and it made me very uncomfortable #I felt sick and/or like i was going to cry #I called my mum but she had to go in a rush because of Plans (totally fair!!!!) #The noise of the hit was insanely loud and definitely whats twisting me up the most #since i wasnt looking i dont know if it was just him getting hit OR if it was also the bone snapping #although the bone snap could 100% be something my mind made up #i think thats psrtly whats frustrating idk how much of this is real #like I thought i saw the inside of his leg but i almost definitely didnt #i dont know #im not like. DISTRESSED. #Im just feelinf kinda queasy i havent stopped thinking about the noise it made and how LIMP his leg was #I was so anxious crossing the roads on my way home #and getting off my bunkbed makes me think im gonna snap my ankle everytime #But its natural to feel that yknow?? like ill move forward and after that ill be able to move on too #I think feeling it is the easiest way to do this i dont want to push it down #i cant ask for a day off for reasons #oversharing on main #beverly says stuff #tw bones #tw car accident

[deus-ex-mona]

tmw you give someone concise instructions but they ✨just do not get it✨

#incoherent rambling in the tags ahoy!!!!! idek where i was going with any of this so… yeah. #so anyways! a bunch of interns will be joining the lab life as of tomorrow and i already do not have high hopes for them #the reason? the school they’re from is kinda infamous in the science industry for churning out incompetent interns. #i know this to be true bc i was one of them many moons ago lmaooooo. that school was kinda… y e a h. y’know? #man… i was a truly horrible intern. i just slept at my desk all day… aside from going to the warehouse to collect chemicals and stuff #though that reminds me of that one kinda incompetent staff member who got me in trouble with one of the managers… freakin’ marvin!!!!!!!!!!! #i’ll never forget how he put the delivery order for some chemicals into the fridge with them for some reason after i left for the day?????? #like dude whyyyy i put the things on the proper collection tray!!!!!!! whyyyyy did he have to put ‘em in the fridge??????????? #and the manager lady called me out in the middle of the next day’s morning meeting for my apparent incompetence in losing the d. o.????? #i was so confused and 100000% not awake enough for it bc i *knew* i put the things in the correct spot >:((((( #another staff member kinda defended me but the damage was done… screw you marvin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! never forgive #and man. *all* the interns were banned from recording the reception of the chemicals and stuff after that. so gj marvin. #i wonder what that dude’s doing with his life now though… despite all that he was still trusted enough to be a backup shift lead so i????? #but at least he kinda gives me an ego boost. whenever i feel down i remember that a guy like him was put in charge sometimes. #freakin’ marvin… i think he was also the dude who occasionally misplaced labsheets and stuff that local intern me had to hunt down… not fun. #i don’t really remember people and names that easily unless they’re of people i hate so… hm. idk what that says about my opinion of marvin— #i just hope the new interns at my workplace won’t be as bad as the recent incompetent intern… or freakin’ marvin. #that guy will probs be the only one i’ll name and shame bc i last saw him over 3 years ago so the statute of limitations is def over right— #though ​come to think of it… my intern experience was pretty dumb and pointless. i did make an enemy out of the local microbiologist though— #but ig i’ll try my best to not be too mean to the new interns… i hope they don’t approach me thoughhh. negative social skills ahoy!!!! #i don’t wanna teach them anything either (finally returning to the subject of the post). i still have flashbacks to the incompetent intern— #and i know for sure that they won’t come pre-loaded with any knowledge of the tests here bc i was from their school… #but c’mon new interns!!!!! pls prove me wrong!!!! pls be better interns than i was in the past!!!! pleaseeeeeeee!!!!!!!! #i’m so done with the week already. pls let it end. #sunday’s 🧂saltfest🧂

[aplaceforstellasscribbles]

Y'know, the plot of WATW relies heavily- you could say is constructed entirely- on the idea that everyone wants to see themself as a good person. No one is the villain of their own story.

Which can be super interesting when writing an unambiguously "evil" character, seeing how they justify and twist things around to frame their actions as morally correct.

It's also interesting when writing a character that isn't unambiguously "evil" or "good." When this person isn't deceiving themself into thinking their actions are good, when they're doing what they were taught is right, when they feel good about what they're doing- they think they're a good person because of course they are, look at all the good things they're doing, look at how kind and generous and thoughtful they are!

And then, maybe, you show them that their actions weren't as universally good as they thought they were, you show them that they hurt people.

What do they do then? How do they move forward from there?

#walk against the wind #watw #stella's story #some people would double down and insist they were right all along no matter the consequences #and others would take the new information and change based on it #i think that's the difference between someone who is good and someone who only wants to be #i just. i'm so fascinated by this concept #it did start out as me just trying to get into my antagonist's head- how would someone justify doing these things? #and then i wanted to figure out how to redeem him #and somehow i stumbled upon this and now it's incredibly important to me #not just in my story either #i started with a character that could at best be described as a selfish asshole with few redeeming qualities #and now i have a character i can easily describe as a man who's ignorant but doing his best. yes he's hurt people but he's a good man #and that's so important to me. that he's a good man. needs a little guidance. needs a little forgiveness. but he's good #in context it doesn't fit but i'm thinking of this one lyric from a taylor swift song #'no one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you' #we've been taught that if someone hurts you they must be bad. they must be evil #but good people hurt each other all the time. how do we live with that? how do we reconcile that? #that's part of what watw is about #y'know between the blatant anti-monarchy anti-dictatorship anti-military anti-imperialism stuff #and next to the complex family relationships and rejection of amatonormativity

[a-hazbin-reader]

Hey did you get my ask/request of Alastor and Wife!reader having an argument and Alastor says something horrible to her leaving him to have to make up for it?

I did, I just have a lot of stuff in my inbox

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being in the DOGHOUSE

Description: ☝️⬆️

Alastor doesn't mind fighting, likes to bicker with and irritate those around him as some strange show of dominance

But his wife is an exception, he hates fighting with his wife and goes to great lengths to avoid it

Despite his efforts, you two do still fight from time to time and he hates it, he tries so hard to reign in that cruel part of him

He doesn't really even remember what started the fight, probably something dangerous he did that upset you

Something like the Adam stunt

And he probably tried to brush it off, his pride not letting him admit that your fears were warranted

You were understandably getting worked up over his dismissal, and he was getting irritated that you wouldn't just drop it

Everyone else in the hotel had scattered and hidden the moment you two started to uncharacteristically raise your voices at each other

Angel had to grab Niffy to stop her from watching the entire argument play out

He just doesn't want to scare you with the idea of losing him, he wants to be your strong, invincible husband

It makes him uncomfortable that you see beyond the powerful overlord demon and instead zero in on the man beneath it all

"Darling, I would understand your fears if I hadn't come back to you in one piece, but I'm here. With you. Perfectly fine."

You could rip your hair out due to frustration, almost in tears, how could he not understand how you felt?

"Alastor! That's not the point! You can't be so reckless! It's not just you that you have to worry about anymore! You have a wife! You have to live and be safe for me!"

He fears a pang of anger over being told what to do, rage and irritation over the unintentional reminder of his failure to win

Which makes his mind wander to his deal, his fucking leash

The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes what he's saying

"If I knew that everything I do had to be approved by you then, I would've rethought this whole marriage ordeal."

Alastor regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, his ears folding back at the sight of your hurt expression

Your eyes have tears in them but you're doing your best to hold them in, turning on your heel to leave the room

"Wait-Darling, I didn't-"

"Just...give me some space, Alastor."

He regrets it so much, watching you walk away from him when he should be begging for forgiveness

He hates seeing you so upset but he hates being the reason for it even more

Alastor tries to give you the space you asked for, but it's difficult when all he wants to do is make up with you already

But he also doesn't want to actually talk about what happened

So he breaks fairly easily when he sees you again, coming up behind you and hugging you

Only to be shrugged off when he goes for a small kiss, left with a sinking feeling in his stomach

"I said to give me space, I'm not ready to talk to you yet."

Normally, Alastor loves it when you're cruel and cold, finds it a little hot, but when it's aimed at him? He hates it so fucking much

Literally looks like a kicked puppy when you walk away from him again, Charlie and Vaggie looking at anything but him

"You know what, Charlie? I do see that crack in the wall!"

He tries again later, sitting next to you and trying to wrap an arm around your shoulders while the radio bursts to life with a love song

Only to be rewarded with an ill hidden sniffle and you immediately getting up to walk away from him

"If you're not going to apologize and have a genuine conversation with me then don't even bother."

It's driving Alastor crazy not being able to be with you, to not be able to properly make up with you

But he still doesn't want to admit he messed up or have that uncomfortable conversation with you

So he tries lavish gifts and other romantic gestures that all get rejected or given to Niffty to do whatever she wants with them

"Yay!! I'm going to poison these and give them to the mother bugs!!"

Okay...maybe Angel should have these...

Alastor is starting to understand that he can't just gloss over this one

He understands it a little more later that night when you go to bed without him, and he's left too nervous to follow after you

Several hours into the night, the guilt eats at him and he breaks, sneaking into the bedroom

You're awake, your eyes red rimmed from crying but you manage to give him a glare before turning your back to him

"Darling, I believe I owe you an apology..."

The way your tense body relaxes is all he needs, crawling into bed with you and pulling you to his chest

It's a difficult pill for him to swallow, so it's easier for him to have these conversations with you like this

He doesn't want you to see his weakness even when he's laying it out for you

Luckily, Alastor is good with his words and you're willing to listen now that an apology is on the table

It's a long conversation that leaves you both sleepless and emotional in each other's arms

But things are settled and Alastor is forgiven, happy to be back in your good graces

He tried to be strong and hold himself back, he really did... but being without the warmth of your love was torture for him

It was a rough couple of hours for him

HA WHIPPED

"Angel, shut the fuck up before you get yourself killed!"

He's extra clingy and romantic with you for DAYS afterwards, making everyone else at the hotel practically nauseous

Except for Charlie, of course, she loves it

He's just so relieved that you've forgiven him, still disgusted with himself for even saying what he said

Asks you for yet another kiss that morning before Husk finally walks away, annoyed by Alastor's neediness

You don't mind your husband's clingy antics, enjoying the extra attention he's giving you

You should get mad at him more often

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

[weneeya]

I'm taking full advantage of request box being open 😋

Gojo giving you cold shoulder after you cheated on him in his dream..hes all pouty

A whole betrayal

fluff with Gojo

as you should! I'm glad you like my writing enough to ask for requests, thank you sm!!

Since this morning, your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, had been giving you a cold shoulder and you couldn’t understand why. You had asked him a few times already but he was ignoring you like you did the worst thing ever to him. He was currently sitting on the couch, arms crossed and all pouty while you were sitting next to him, trying to get some information from him. 

“Satoru, please. Tell me what I’ve done so I can repay myself!” you were almost begging him on your knees. You hated when he was like this, you felt so useless and powerless. It almost scared you that he was going to leave you. 

“You’re a cheater.” he finally said, turning his head so he could look at you. His gaze was visible from above his glasses, while he was frowning slightly. You looked at him in disbelief, processing what he just said to you. 

“You cheated on me with Kento in my dream last night. I can’t believe you’ve done that to me!” he was being serious right now, and you were sure you couldn’t have heard well. You blinked a few times before your face showed all the incomprehension you were feeling at the moment. 

“What the hell Satoru?! You’re like this because of a dream?!” you were so scared for nothing, even if he seemed to take it very personally. He looked away one more time, all pouty once again. 

“I’m not talking with a cheater.” you sighed, eyes closed. Of course, with someone as dramatic as him, you weren’t going to pass through this so easily. You took a breath, slowly, before looking back at him. You rested your chin on his shoulder, looking at him with puppy eyes. 

“I’m sorry, okay? I swear it, it’s never gonna happen again.” he looked back at you, frowning slightly. He was judging your sincerity and you couldn’t believe it. You were really asking his forgiveness for a dream. You shouldn’t be surprised with him, but his dramatic behavior was always going further. Thank God, you loved him that way. 

“Fine, but you need to cuddle with me for the rest of the day then,” he said, waiting for your answer. He slowly raised an eyebrow before you laughed slightly, shaking your head. He was unbelievable. 

“Seems good to me.” you answered, opening your arms to welcome him. A smile finally appeared on his lips and he quickly came closer to you to hide his face in your neck. He was glad you were able to get through this, and you were hoping that he wouldn't happen too frequently. You hated when you hurt him, even if it was in a dream.

don't hesitate to request too, with anyone from jujutsu kaisen! or even other stuff :)

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo headcanons #gojo hcs #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #jjk fluff

[itostea]

bllk boys with a shy!reader pt. 2 (rin, nagi, & oliver)

warnings: suggestive!! 

rin: 

I feel like Rin finds you really cute

you’re in the middle of eating some cookies and a few crumbs land on your cheek

rin sighs and wipes your cheek gingerly, making a few remarks here and there but most of his insults are half-hearted

but when he leans closer and cups your face you just completely malfunction 💀💀

no thoughts at all.

and he leans back to gauge your wide-eyed look and see how look of surprise paints your face

he can literally hear how loud is heartbeat from just seeing that

his thoughts are just “oh shit that’s cute” as he just stares at you with a blank-eyed look 

like i kid you not, he’s just stone-faced while his mind is just screaming at how cute you are

you have to say his name multiple times to grab his attention but all he does is just lean in and kiss you

the kiss gets more intense and you’re like why is he acting like this all of a sudden 😭😭

he just leans away after that and goes “sorry” then leans in for another kiss

yeah. idk. he’s very touchy in private

whenever you get nervous and hide behind him, he just gives your hand a squeeze and kisses the top of your head

the first time his team saw him do that, they went 😯😯😯

he’s so soft for you he doesn’t even care that they made fun of him for a month straight 

rin isn’t very verbal when he is, it is always worth it for the both of you

especially for him

the first time he said “i love you,” you completely exploded and couldn’t maintain a single conversation with him

it was so amusing to him that he couldn’t help but chuckle, the sight making you watch in awe

anyways… he finds you very cute, like seriously. He’d do anything for you 

nagi: 

I feel like he acts oblivious to how easily flustered you are just so he could tease the shit out of you

he does it so naturally too 😭😭

believe it or not, I 100% believe this man would make a bunch of dirty jokes just to get a reaction out of you

you’re just so meek when he says dirty things so forgive him!! 

one time you weren’t paying attention to him because you were reading a book and he just took it away from you, watching as you jumped on your feet to try to reach it

“Sei just give it to me already!”

“Huh? Hmm maybe tonight.”

he said that so casually that you didn’t catch the innuendo until a few minutes later 

the moment you realized, he just shrugged and gave an amused smile 

“I didn’t say anything weird, pretty… you’re just dirty-minded” 

yeah… 💀💀

okay other than the dirty jokes and stuff… he’s understanding once you tell him that you’re pretty shy around people

he usually prefers being alone so he can empathize but he doesn’t push you to be more social

oh yeah prepare for surprise hugs 

let’s say you’re cooking up a snack or meal and all of a sudden, you find his arms circle your waist, his breath hitting your neck as he says “i’m home”

GOWNIRFQ2E[FP ?!

he’s also the type of guy to suddenly pick you up and put you on a table so he can rest on your lap

it's literally heaven for him.

he gets to see your flustered expression AND be at peace laying on your lap

so yeah.

get used to his displays of physical affection 💀💀💀💀

oliver:

oh man he’s going to love teasing you (in an affectionate way ofc)

he’s met his fair share of women and you’re the only one who’s actually tugged on his heart strings 

he thinks you’re the cutest! your meekness just brings him at ease

bro is a womanizer but he realized he had to settle down with you! like he’d be a fool not to

it happened when you were getting nervous going to a party and meeting new people 

he loves you but he was literally just admiring how good you looked in your dress 

you’re rambling and he’s just smiling because he loves when you’re open with him

but then you gaze at him with a bashful smile and say “but since you’re going i wanna go so…” 

he lowkey just stared before he was like “okay yeah i’m marrying you”

and you’re like “HUHHH????” while he’s like… “did i stutter? we’re getting married 🤨”

he’s just really soft around you

HOWEVER… like i stated before he’s gonna love teasing you

like ygs will be kissing on the couch with him hovering above you and he’ll lean in before he just stops, grinning at you coyly

you’d be sighing all meek and stuff, trying to lean closer but he just laughs 

“you gotta tell me what you want baby.” 

HE’S SUCH A TEASE UGH

and when you finally ask him to kiss you again, he goes in for a quick peck, leaning back up with a toothy grin

you’d stare at him and impulsively ask “that’s all?” and he’d just go “that’s all? what, you want more?” knowing damn well yes 😐😐😐

trying to pull him down doesn’t work either bc this man is REALLY jacked 

when he gets his fill with teasing you, he’ll just lean down and shush you with a kiss

and he makes sure it’s a kiss. the type of kiss where a hand slides down your waist while another cups your face. that kind of kiss 😩😩😩😩😩😩

once he pulls away and gauges your expression, seeing how you couldn’t even think straight and look and him, he just pats your cheek

“thought you wanted more?”

don’t take his teasing too seriously… he’s doing it bc he’s in love and that’s his love language 💀💀💀

#i may have gotten too lazy to write four characters oops #bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #rin x reader #rin x you #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x you #nagi x reader #nagi x you #nagi seishiro #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro x you #oliver aiku #oliver aiku x you #oliver aiku x reader #fluff

[lovettesgem]

Miles e42! hcs bc no one should remain sane about this man.

okay so i see miles as someone who’s possessive, but not over-the-top possessive? like he’s pretty secure in yall’s relationship, but he is fairly possessive bc 1) he’s literally fucking prowler, so he can’t let that lifestyle touch you in any way, 2) DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS NYC IS?? AND 3) YOU’RE LITERALLY HIS ANGEL, HIS BABY, THE BEST THING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED TO HIM. IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO YOU HE WOULD NEVER FORGIVE HIMSELF. 

4) also because he knows you’re a bad bitch, you know you’re a bad bitch, aND HE GOT TO YOU FIRST SO HAH 

he absolutely lets you wear whatever you want, he can fight. he likes seeing you wear whatever makes you feel confident (and he likes watching you get ready so 👀) 

he loves walking down the streets of NYC with either his hand in your back pocket, around your waist, or around your shoulders depending on the situation. he’s not too big on PDA, especially at the beginning of your relationship, so he usually settles on leaving his hand in your back pocket. 

unless some weirdo is staring at you or tries to hit on you, then he absolutely comes behind you while you’re in an uncomfortable situation, wraps his arms around your waist firmly, looks menacingly at whoever’s bothering you and goes “hi baby, you didn’t tell me you made a new friend!” while the dude who’s hitting on you is (not so discreetly) pissing his pants :)  

ALRIGHT LISTEN TO ME. HEAR ME OUT. MILES LOVES TO PRETEND HE ISN’T INTO THAT AFFECTIONATE STUFF BUT HE’S A BIG FUCKING LIAR 

HE’S AN ABSOLUTE SUCKER FOR KISSES AND CUDDLES FROM YOU, ESPECIALLY IF YOU INITIATE THEM 

OR SHOWER HIM IN THEM WHILE HE’S GOING THROUGH A HARD TIME 

IF YOU KISS HIM ON THE LIPS, CHEEKS, OR ESPECIALLY THE FOREHEAD? HE’S A GONER. 

HE KNOWS IT, YOU KNOW IT, THE WHOLE WORLD CAN SEE IT - THIS DUDE’S GONE ONCE YOU GIVE HIM A GENTLE KISS ON THE FOREHEAD 

he will Literally Melt in your arms and turn into pudding as soon as you do it please give him forehead kisses i beg it’s so amazing for his health (mental, physical, emotional, everything) 

bro’s got heart eyes, warm face, and the most idiotic smile ever please you don’t understand what you just did to him

if you cuddle him, especially with back hugs, he’s melting. 

if you initiate them without him asking? he’s planning a proposal in his head don’t interrupt his train of thought pls. 

i feel like he’s a heavy sleeper in general? like he didn’t wake up easily before yall started dating, but once ya’ll started going to sleep in the same bed, his instinct is to just wrap his arms around you and never let go 

don’t even try to get up or anything. if you get up, then he’s getting up with you babes. 

he’s pretty clingy during this time but non-verbally? he doesn’t whine for you or anything, he just follows you around like a lost puppy, makes sure you did whatever you need to do (while backhugging you), and drags you back to bed

bro legit follows you around like a lost puppy and cuddles you while you’re going to the bathroom or smth 💀

if you’re not willing to come because you need to “stay up and finish work” or some crap like that, trust and believe he’s gonna carry you in his arms back to bed and go to sleep no matter how much you protest

I hc him as someone who loves spoiling you? like even though he’s not like ultra mega rich or smth, he loves spending his money on you and getting you things that he knows you’ll love and cherish for a long time

if you’re someone that’s part of a fandom or smth, he’s gonna do his absolute best to try and learn everything about the thing you’re into and buy you whatever merch you don’t have 

he adores spoiling you - don’t even try to deny his gifts. He isn’t too big on spending his money on himself aside from the essentials or the occasional thing he rlly wants, but something just feels wrong to him about not spoiling you? almost blasphemy yk?  

he just believes that he should spoil you with everything he has and give everything he has to you, just as you do to him yk? 

In conclusion: bro’s literally so down bad for you and has the softest, sweetest spot for you in his heart pls don’t break it 

#miles morales #miles morales 42 #earth 42 #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles angst #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse x you #spiderverse x y/n #miles morales headcanons #miles morales hcs #miles 42

[darkacademicvibes]

Don't Go, But Don't Come Back Either

Luke Castellan x Female!reader angst

Nothing but pain, beware. I am sorry for this. I cried writing it.

You stared at Annabeth for a long moment, your arms had fallen to your sides as soon as she had finished, Percy standing a few feet behind her, hands fiddling with his pen, that he seemed to have some weird attachment to.

The dishes you'd been holding were cracked, shattered across the ground at your feet.

"You're lying" you breathe, choked, and panicked. "You're lying, you're lying Annabeth, Luke wouldn't do tha- my Luke? No, he- he wouldn't betray camp like that" you insist. "He loves camp, he loves you- he loves me, he just wouldn't" you try to sound sure, but it's more of a plead, and it's clear to the three of you.

Annabeth reaches for you, and you stumble away, tears blurring your vision as you turn and run, heading towards the Hermes cabin as fast as your legs could go. They don't follow. A part of you decides that it hurts.

You make your way to the back, the dejected faces of the Hermes cabin making way for you. Luke's bed is messy, how he usually left it, half-heartedly thrown together, his camp necklace tucked under his pillow, his stuff left around it. It looks like he had simply gone on a day-long quest to gather information, or head into the city for groceries like some are every month, not like he had abandoned you. Betrayed you. Abandoned everyone. Betrayed everyone.

It still looked like it belonged to the Luke you knew, the Luke you love, who loves you. You sit on his bed, crying into your hands, embarrassed and hurt and angry.

One of his half brothers sits beside you, pulling you into a gentle hug. "You can stay, y/n, you're like family too, a year and a half doesn't just go away" he assures you. You sniffle, "doesn't it?" You ask softly, "where is he, if you're right? Why did he leave us?" Some part of you hopes it's a sick joke, and a worse part is glad it isn't, because you could never forgive him if it was, and you don't know if you could forgive him for what it is.

So you lose him either way.

You already have.

A few of the other Hermes kids sit with you, some crying, some not. But you allow them.

It takes a very long while before they all seem to wander away, until one of his half sisters place Luke's camp necklace in your palm, alongside the picture of you and Luke your boyfriend had kept under his pillow as well.

"He really loves you, I saw him looking at it every night" she whispers softly, placing a simple, handmade, promise ring into the palm of your hand, atop the picture, beside his camp necklace. "He asked me to make sure you got it if anything happened to him one day" she admits in a small voice, making her way out of the cabin as you stare at the things in your hands.

You slip the ring onto your left hand, tie the necklace around your neck, and fold the picture to hide his face.

And then you kick off your shoes, and curl up in what used to be Luke's bed, cold, and without Luke to keep you warm, heart heavy and aching with the weight of memories that now mean nothing.

"You know I'd never leave you, I love you, I'm gonna marry you one day." Luke grins.

"Oh yeah?" You laugh teasingly.

"Yeah" he hums, pulling you closer as you curl up in his bed. You melt into him, easily falling asleep. You've never felt as loved as you do when you're with him, and you never want it to end.

#percy series #percy being protective subtly #luke castellan #luke x reader #luke castellan x reader #angst #angst with a sad ending #luke castellan breaking readers heart #im sorry #forgive me #Spotify

[billskeis]

Could you make bill kaulitz angst? I mean: fight argument or disagreement, just stuff like that. Also, I want the reader to not forgive so easily, too, please.

Thank you 👾

ᡣ𐭩 arguments w bill

you just had to have the worst day ever. but not even the worst day ever, worst week in your entire life that you and bill had been dating. it was never supposed to be like this,

there was never supposed to be fighting, he promised.

you bust through the bedroom door that had been slammed in your face during an altercation with your boyfriend for what seems like it has been going on for forever.

“don’t fucking walk away from me bill,” screaming as you enter the living room to find bill scrambling across the shared space to grab his car keys and his coat, “bill. fucking. kaulitz.” your voice was turn, and immediately you were met with the disapproving look of the man who you loved most.

“what!? what the fuck is it now, y/n!? you been on my ass since we’ve got home it’s like whatever i do is just not enough??” you scoff, crossing your arms to press them against your chest, “so this is my fault now?? look me in the eyes bill and tell me you didn’t fucking lie to me this whole time.”

bill pursed his lips together as he clenched his jaw. prior to your argument, bill had somewhat developed what one could say, a lying problem. lying about his whereabouts, about who he’s with, what he’s doing. just, in general. lying. you can tell by the way he can’t even hold eye contact with you, eyes darting to every inch and corner of the apartment.

“so??” you ask,

“so what?”

“so did you fucking go to the bar with her or not!? bill?? god, you’re insufferable..”

“yeayea i’m insufferable because i just want to have some of my own personal time, is that so fucking illegal?? i swear y/n, you argue about the same shit everyday nagging on my ass!”

you cannot find the words to say.

“you never change, do you? never fucking changed a day in your life. always so stubborn, perfect, never did any wrong in your life huh? it’s always MY fault or I did something.”

…

“you never give me a reason to trust you, bill. i told you how important communication is to me, so just, please..”

“talk to me bill, don’t leave me..”

tears pricked at your eyes, threatening to fall. attempting to look back at your boyfriend through a glossy gaze. you cannot make his face out. you don’t even know if you want to make his face out.

because the person in front of you, you had no clue as to who that was.

“bye, y/n. don’t call me.”

and there you were. another door yet slammed in your face once more as you were met with the complete and utter silence of your apartment.

having fell to the ground, all you could do was crawl and hurdle up against the couch, wailing into your knees. you felt as though you couldn’t breathe and more than ever did you wish that you just didn’t.

is this it?

had you crossed the line?

you twist the keys to your apartment door after a long day of nothingness, to only be met with something, or someone that you sure in hell just did not want to see after the day you had today.

beginning to turn your body to leave for the second time, a hand grabs your wrist as you immediately shove it off you.

“don’t fucking touch me bill.”

“y/n. please, can we talk now?”

“oh now you wanna talk?? you wanna talk now, bill??”

you slam the door behind you out of respect for your apartment neighbours in not wanting to hear how loud your screaming at the stranger in front of you.

“talk to me bill, OH PLEASE, tell me how i owe you the pleasure of talking to me,”

“the woman at the bar—” you cut him off.

“i don’t want to hear about the fucking woman in the bar. i want you to recognize through that thick little skull of yours that you left me. and why that was wrong.”

“…”

“you left me, when i needed you. you left me, at a low point. vulnerable, bill! are you serious??” you couldn’t help but point a finger at his face, inching closer with each and every word. taunting him. berating him.

you begin to feel more heated by the second as the events of what happened a month ago repeat in your head.

“and no fucking contact!? for like, what, a month?? are you even real bill!? y’know what—where’s the reset button so i can see the man i first fell in love with.” circling his body you attempt to pretend look around his figure as though he was some sort of robot or artificial technology that somehow replaced the real bill unknowingly.

“…i’m still here.”

bill begins to pull you into an embrace into which you almost gave into. but he hasn’t apologized for his wrongs yet. you also begin to remember that his behaviour hasn’t been going on for that one day, it was weeks.

you push him off, and before he could say anything, you spoke. “y/n i—”

“FUCK! just—don’t touch me.. one hour, bill. give me ONE HOUR and i’ll be able to talk to you with a clear head. then i won’t say things i mean, or even worse, leave the apartment for one fucking month.”

you don’t let him get a word in.

you stomped your way into your bedroom and lock the door shut leaving bill alone in the living room. by himself, like how he left you. and if he really cared, and wanted this relationship to work, he wouldn’t leave. leave for a month.

you really were giving him the benefit of the doubt here.

opening the door, you were surprisingly met with your, ex boyfriend?? boyfriend?? sitting on the couch who quickly got up at the making of your presence that crept from the once shared bedroom.

you sigh heavily, you don’t even know if you want to do this. making your way to the couch, you plop down beside the space that bill once sat in, he slowly returning back to the position he was in.

your knees touch, but you inch away from him, which bothered him a lot.

“i fucked up. i fucked up bad, y/n. i’m sorry.. i’m so sorry i should’ve never left—i just, fuck.. i didn’t know what i was doing, okay?? but i know that doesn’t give you or me grace. but i can’t go back on my actions now, can i?”

“no, you can’t bill..”

“if you need me to explain what happened. i can, i will. i should’ve done it in the first place i was just so tired.. so tired, and angry.. it all let out. and i know this shit apology can’t fix it. but, please, y/n. tell me what i can do to fix it. tell me what i can do to make you stay.”

“bill..”

“what is it that i can do to make you stay?? hm? i need to know how i can make things right! because even the thought of losing you makes my chest physically hurt.”

“bill—”

“i want you, y/n. i want you so badly. i just need to see you smile once more. you don’t have to forgive me just please show me your smile. let me hug you one last time before you tell me it’s over. i can’t take back the things i said or did but i will never take back the fact that i lo—”

“bill! holy shit can you slow down for a second??”

“h-huh??”

“the fucking rambling is giving me a headache..but, shit, okay. if we want to make this work, we just need to be on the same page. AT ALL TIMES.”

his voice was shaky and he was breathing quite hard. his body leans in closer to yours after having heard what you said but you lean away, not wanting to get an inch closer to him.

“so, we’re not, breaking up..?”

“no bill. like i said, i want this to work. i want us, to work. it’s just up to the both of us if we want to make the effort, are you willing to do that?”

in his eyes, this basically means that you forgive him. and all he could do was smile, you couldn’t help but soften the once stern gaze, burning with anger and sadness at the face of relief he made.

“yes! yes of course meine schatz! oh thank you. i’m sorry for leaving you. i’m sorry for lying. i’m so sorry for ever thinking that it was okay to hurt you.”

pulling you into an embrace, he held onto your frame as though he never wanted to let go. with your arms so tightly squeezed, you couldn’t even reciprocate the action, only using one of your hands to pat his back.

“i love you most, my beautiful liebling,”

“i love you too, bill.”

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x y/n #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fluff #tokio hotel angst #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x y/n #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz fluff #bill kaulitz angst #2000s #fyp

[thepurplewombat]

The Sin List

okay, so as we all know, it is vitally important that any character we stan must be morally pure and a good example to emulate in real life.

So I have decided to create a list of MDZS characters and their sins, which everyone can easily refer to in order to make sure that they are not following some horrible criminal or murderer!

This was a lot of work, but I'm very proud of it. Just doing my bit to ensure the moral purity of the fandom!

Wei Wuxian - Necromancy, disrespecting his elders, disrespecting the dead, killed Jin Zixuan, punched Jin Zixuan in the face one time, cannibalism, mind control, deviant sexual fantasies, trespassing, oath-breaking, urged Wen Qing to perform untested and possibly fatal operation on Jiang Cheng without his consent.

Lan Wangji - Defied his elders, broke the Lan Clan rules, sexually assaulted Wei Wuxian, deviant sexual fantasies, GBH (JGY)

Jin Guangyao - betrayed and killed Wen Ruohan, betrayed and killed Jin Guangshan, murder (NMJ), murdered assorted people, disrespecting the dead, assorted Spy Things for Wen Ruohan.

Nie Mingjue - Killed a lot of people during the war, verbally abused Nie Huaisang, burned Nie Huaisang's stuff, attempted murder (JGY), attempted murder (JGY), attempted murder (JGY), murder (JGY), killed the Mo family (well, his arm did anyway). In favor of the genocide of the Wen Remnants

Jin Guanshan: Sexual assault, rape, murder, ordering human experimentation with resentful energy to be done by his sect, played both sides during the war, didn't take responsibility for his children, ultimately responsible for getting WWX killed because he wanted the YTT so bad

Wen Ruohan: Attempted world domination, murder etc

Lan Qiren: has a stick up his ass

Su Minshan: Refused to die for the Lan, supported JGY in his efforts to prevent undead Da-ge from killing him. Also cursed Jin Zixun.

Sect Leader Yao: Weathervane politician

Jiang Wanyin: strangled Wei Wuxian that one time, keeps trying to talk to him but is way too tsundere about it, killed many during the war, didn't immediately forgive WWX for getting JYL killed, threatens to break Jin Ling's legs weekly.

Jin Ling: rude. rude rude rude. Also stabbed WWx one time

Lan Jingyi: not respecting his elders, rude rude rude. Also loud

JFM: shit dad, throw him in a volcano

Madame Yu: Angry mom, beat Wei Wuxian for things that weren't his fault, yelled at JC a lot, didn't appreciate JYL, very mean.

Lan Xichen: killed people during the war. Randomly starts doing flute solos in conversation

Meng Shi: was a prostitute. Told Meng Yao his dad was amazing and he should totally look him up later.

Madam Jin: awful person, she can go into the volcano with JFM. physical and verbal abuse (JGY)

Nie Huaisang: killed cats, nearly killed the juniors, let his sect fall into ruin, traded obscene materials, disrespecting his sect's traditions, lied to Lan Xichen to make him kill JGY

Wen Qing: went along with WRH's plans, performed surgery on JC without his consent

Wen Ning: Was part of the burning of LP

Mo Xuanyu: Summoned Satan to murder his relatives, harassed his brother

Jin Zixun: asshole, rude, broke the Geneva Convention on the ethical treatment of prisoners several times. Useless person

FOR THE SAKE OF SAFETY AND YOUR MORALS YOU ARE ONLY ALLOWED TO STAN THE FOLLOWING CHARACTERS

Jiang Yanli

Qin Su

Lan Shizui

#Wombat rambles #wombat's danmei hours #Jin Guangyao #meng yao #Lan Xichen #LXC #My favourite son-in-law #best boy lan Xichen #not a himbo #mzds #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #wei wuxian #lan wangji #nie huaisang #nie Mingjue #NONE OF YOU ARE FREE OF SIN

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

because this has been on my mind wrapping up the epilogue, here is a little story about how writing fanfiction for very silly sometimes awesome sometimes genuinely terrible SYFY show the magicians changed my life for real.

i started writing help, i’m alive in may 2020. as i have stated many times on this blog, the overarching goal from which this story sprung was my passionate desire to give quentin coldwater each and every last thing he deserved: i wanted to follow him all the way through a downward spiral, and then i wanted to figure out what it would take for him to climb out of the darkness and make it to somewhere he actually wanted to be. the first part of that, the part that became damage control, was some of the easiest writing i’ve ever done, even accounting for the hours spent google mapping the most depressing road trip of all time. the second part was harder, and not just because it wound up being more than four times as long (lmao). it was thornier; there were more threads to weave through; and, frankly, quentin was so fucked up that it took a lot of effort even to outline what it was he needed in order to change. i had written one story already in which the pivot happened entirely internally, an act of self-forgiveness that proved transformational, and i knew that this time i needed to give him more: actual wants, actual actions, an actual life, with actual ties not just to the people already in his circle but to the world beyond. once i had that outline, the first four chapters flowed pretty easily, anchored by the goal of hitting the story’s first big win, which is when quentin finds a way to fix something for the first time since his magic broke; chapter five was where i got stuck.

by that point, it was fall. i had quit my teaching job mid-pandemic with some modest savings, no back-up plan, and a growing realization that after five years in the classroom, teaching was no longer something i could see myself returning to; working obsessively on this story was, among other things, a great way to quiet the constant humming freak-out of what the fuck i was going to do with my life. in october doing some jump squats after sitting in bed all day i threw my back out so badly i couldn’t walk to the bathroom unassisted and paid a hundred dollars to talk to a telehealth doctor for fifteen minutes for some muscle relaxants. the pain sucked, but so did not knowing whether i was going to be better by election day — i’d signed up to be a poll worker, and i really could have used the money.

i’d started dipping my toe in some local volunteer stuff when i quit, but it was during this time that i signed up for the first time for a particular project i was really excited about joining. i did the zoom training with my camera off because my back still hurt too much to sit up; the follow-up involved scanning and emailing some personal documents and signed agreements. i didn’t do it the next day because, whatever, my back fucking hurt; i didn’t do it the day after that because…? and then, well — then i started feeling like i had missed my chance, and it was too late now.

now, here’s the thing: i say feeling like because by this point i had learned enough about the world that i knew — like, knew — that, objectively, taking a few days to send an email (during a pandemic, while i was having previously established health issues) is not considered by most people to be an unforgivable crime. i knew that i should still send the email. and i also had learned enough about myself that i could actually recognize the thing happening in my brain as an example of the kind of overly self-protective mechanisms in which i have many years of practice; i knew by then that i was an absolute expert at finding reasons to not do things that felt like they were based in truth but were really just cleverly disguised manifestations of fear, because if you do things then bad things might happen, but if you don’t do things then nothing bad happens, except that you ruin your own life. i knew all of this!! i could diagnose and analyze exactly how i was once again perpetuating the same anxiety-driven patterns that had governed so much of my life. i was conscious of the workings of my own unconscious. but i still couldn’t bring myself to send the fucking email. instead i was spending 16 hours a day alternately lying in bed and gingerly pacing in my apartment to regain mobility, feeling like shit about the fact that i wasn’t sending the email and also trying fruitlessly to unpack whatever was going on in chapter five.

the election came five days into this mess, and i did feel well enough to go work the polls. this was a great way to experience election 2020, by the way; i had to leave my apartment at like 3:30 in the morning and by the time the returns started coming in i was too delirious to have any emotions about them whatsoever. it was also, not to be a shill for electoral politics, genuinely kind of inspiring: all these people lining up to Do Democracy, the deployment of translators to assist across languages, the columbia undergrad from the neighborhood we were in i was paired with at the info desk who told me he wanted to go into politics and said very seriously, upon hearing i had a friend in the grad school there, “you should tell them to join the union.” plus, you know, the high of doing something, surrounded by other human beings, at a time when that sort of thing had been in short order for the work-from-home crowd for months, and i personally had recently been confined to my bed for several days.

leaving the site that night, entering my twentieth consecutive hour awake, i felt this weird mix of spiritually rejuvenated and psychologically worse. i had just lived through this physical proof of how doing things is both not that scary and kind of awesome, i had spent a day living in alignment with the kind of person i wanted to be, i felt a fresh rush of love for my city and its people — and i still couldn’t imagine sending the fucking email! it was like i was looking at the thing i wanted most through a pane of glass, and the glass was actually really easy to break, so the only thing stopping me was that i was too much of a baby to do it.

and the thought that i had then, i fucking swear, was: i would be such a fucking hypocrite if i wrote quentin coldwater into a happy ending i’m too cowardly to give myself.

which is, first of all: SOOOOOOOO corny, like omg. unbelievably cringe. embarrassing as hell. but it was also my truth at that moment in time. i had no faith in my own ability to change, but i had spent five months and counting thinking about almost nothing else except the story i was writing in which quentin also has no faith in his ability to change but is brave enough to do it anyway, and i really felt like — i could not live with myself putting these ideas out into the world and refusing to integrate them into my own life. i could not write this promise that something better was possible for quentin if i wasn’t even going to try to make it possible for me. i could, apparently, live forever with my constant self-sabotage, but i couldn’t live with myself making this story a lie (this story being, again, fanfiction for a TV show that was, at its best, so great, and also, at its worst, so, SO stupid).

and like… that worked. i emailed the documents the next day; i attended my first monthly zoom meeting that weekend, during which the election was officially called, which felt like a good omen. i summoned the idea that had presented itself to me that night — don’t be a hypocrite! do what you would want quentin to do! — again a while later when my email got lost in the shuffle and i had to send a check-in following up, and again every other time something came up where my fear had to war it out with my desire. (or, well, most other times — it's a work in progress, and yes, i do still find myself calling upon this logic to this day.)

my life now looks more like the happy ending i wrote quentin into than it did almost four years ago, when i started this story, or even three years ago, when i finished it. it looks more like that future than i ever imagined my life could look when i was writing it, and not just because, as i have mentioned before, a few weeks after my election night revelation, i did do as quentin did and befriend a community-minded extrovert who invited me to join a book club. even the fact that the final part of the epilogue has taken me so much longer than expected is a funny case of life imitating art, because while i have had work and illness and travel and general life stress, i have also had many days in the past few months where i was not very productive because i was simply too busy doing something fun — the kind of never-quite-solved balancing act quentin was set to deal with in the epilogue back when i first started kicking it around, well over two years ago at this point, but which was not really applicable to my own life until basically now. and it sounds even to my own ears so, so, so insane to say this, but it’s true: i can trace every aspect of that shift to the fact that i wrote this story, and that writing it fundamentally changed something inside me for the better. (shout-out to the people in the comments who noted that the story was, in a meta sense, my own version of quentin’s coffee maker; i knew you were right, but i don’t think i knew how right until this recent bout of reflection.)

i don't really know that there's a take-away here, because "quit your job and write four hundred thousand words about a weird TV show with a niche audience" is not exactly universally applicable advice. but if i were to try to find one, i think it would be something like: i felt really crazy and kind of embarrassed the entire time i was writing this story, not because i was writing fanfiction, or because it was incredibly horny and wildly self-indulgent, but because it mattered to me so, so deeply. it was one thing to have a fun goofy hobby, even a fun goofy hobby i took semi-seriously and poured a lot of time and effort into, but it was another to actually, like, care, and to care a lot, which i did. but if i hadn't accepted that this story mattered to me, i don't think it could have been as personally transformational as it wound up becoming. the heart wants what it wants, and you're only going to find out what that is if you're willing to listen to whatever rhythm it beats.

i solved chapter five on the way home from the poll site, by the way. i knew there needed to be some problem with quentin’s first semi-successful attempt to mend the coffee maker, but i couldn’t figure out how it tied in thematically with where he was in his life. on the bus it hit me: quentin and the coffee maker were both trying to remain unbreakable. an appealing idea if you’ve been broken, but one more conducive to stagnancy than to growth; you can stay there for a while, but eventually you need to let yourself want more.

#writing tag #the magicians #isabel 2k24

[gotham-daydreams]

Weird to say, but I think I'm pretty forgiving of Damien. Yeah, he's rude and ignores the reader, but he probably does the same to everyone else lmao. With Dick who pays careful attention to everyone, it's a betrayal that he would neglect the reader because he should have been an older sibling. Plus Damien is like ten, it's kinda hard for me to hold him accountable when he grew up without knowing better and he's just emulating older members of the family. I'm pretty sure this is how youngest sibling privilege works lol

Yeah, I completely agree! Even then, it can be difficult to know that what you're doing is wrong when you see the people you admire and respect doing the same thing.

Like you said, Damian, in reality, is probably rude to everyone else and ignores them from time to time too. Though for the sake of the "Not [ ]" series, he just so happens to ignore the reader a little more when compared to the rest of the Batfam. Which can still be chalked up to him just following the mannerisms of the family without even thinking much about it.

Regardless, neglect is still neglect and what happened to the reader still isn't right- but I do kind of agree with you that Damian probably holds the least amount of capability. He's young, and you can't really expect him to fully be aware of the effects his actions have on other people, especially when that person:

1. Hasn't expressed how negatively the whole situation has effected them, and they don't exactly appreciate their entire existence getting ignored by so many people. (Which is valid and understandable! Because how can you expect someone who's been ignoring you for so long to not only listen to you, but even acknowledge you enough to notice you have something important to say? How can you expect someone so seemingly set on ignoring you, to care? You can't. So the reader stays quiet, but it is something worth pointing out, I feel.)

2. Again, sees that everyone around them pretty much does the same thing. So it's more of a "if they're doing it, it must be for a reason, so I'll do it too" (since Dick and Bruce are also ignoring you, and Damian actually cares about both of them).

Damian is the least aware that what he did was wrong to begin with because no one told it was, and those around him almost seemed to enable that behavior by continuing to do it themself.

I'd like to believe that maybe his behavior would've changed if he knew how badly it was effecting the reader, but that's also to assume that the others wouldn't. Though who knows?

As for everyone else? They're way past old enough to know that what they're doing is wrong. The neglect as a whole was a "team effort", and even if they won't consider it that, it basically was. All of them neglected you except for Alfred, and they all did it over the course of nearly the reader's entire stay at the Manor. If anyone should've known, it should've been them, and depending on your interpretation of the situation and everything - some are more at fault for neglecting the reader when compared to others.

Especially if they seemingly didn't ignore and tried to spend time with/bond with other members of the family, but the reader just didn't make the cut time and time again.

Like you said — Dick is easily one of the worst offenders simply because he's loving and all this stuff to the Batfam, but just not to the reader —and especially when compared to Damian who was just none the wiser for the most part.

#talking daydreams #platonic yandere batfam #yandere batfam #yandere x gn reader #gn reader #platonic yandere #yandere dc #neglected reader #sibling reader

[anon1nn1t]

please give me everything u can fit in a post about Mr snapchat NSFW and SFW I am DESPERATE it is so hard to find genuine hcs about him he's so over looked >;((

also just found ur account and am in love with everything u have written so far mate can't wait to see more from you, take care of yourself today!!

Stop this is so kind. 🥹🫶 And you’re so right about Sapnap being over looked !! But don’t worry, I’ve got your back. :) Just like my George hcs, I wil add more to this over time. * Also, to the person who sent the ask about Dream, I’m working on it !! *

Feel free to request !

SFW:

He’s actually such a sleepyhead.

He’s always hunting you down to ask you to cuddle with him so he can take a nap, falling asleep against your shoulder/knee whenever you’re busy.

Sure, he can sleep without you, but if he has the choice, he will always choose to sleep with you in his presence, since it helps him sleep better.

Secretly has so many pictures of you sleeping.

He’s sooo clingy

Constantly kissing you, hugging you, touching you in every way he possibly can.

But as clingy as he is, he knows when he needs to give you some space.

He has some major jealousy issues.

If any man other than him simply looks at you, he will give him a death stare, squeezing your thigh, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

It’s not that he doesn't trust you; of course he does; he’s just possessive. You’re his and his only, and he wants everybody to know it.

Constant fake fighting between the two of you.

But if he ever accidentally actually hurt you? He would be an apologizing mess, begging for your forgiveness, when in reality, you were holding back laughter from how hard he was trying when in reality you didn’t care as much as he thought you did.

As we know, Sapnap has a few insecurities, so I feel like he would need a bit of reassurance sometimes.

He would just randomly ask you questions that you always answered the same

"What’s your favorite thing about me?"

"How much do you love me on scale from 1-10?"

"Why are you with me?"

Please just remind him how much you love him.

Hate to break it to you, but he’s definitely a little bitch during fights.

And if you ever tried to kiss him or hug him mid-argument? Ohhh man.

If y’all were to ever get in a fight, just leave him alone. Literally, just walk off; it’s for the best.

He gets angered pretty easily, as we know, so basically just don’t piss him off.

He doesn’t mind pda at all. He doesn't even realize it’s something that some people don't like because it feels so normal to him.

He bases his mood off of yours. Not even on purpose; it just comes naturally.

You’re having a bad day? He’s having a bad day. You’re having the best day of your life? He’s having the best day of his life.

He spoils you so much, maybe even too much.

Anything and everything you want, he will get for you. It eventually gets to the point where you have to stop pointing out stuff you want because he buys it every. time.

He loves loves loves when you wear his clothes.

"Is that my hoodie?"

"Yes, when is it not."

"Is it hot in here, or is it just me?"

"It’s just you."

He also loves when you wear dresses/skirts.

He absolutely adores showering with you. Every time you shower together, he’s wishing he could stay in that moment forever and ever.

Late night drives with blasting music ?!?! Instant yes.

Speaking of music, it’s definitely a huge green flag for him if you like his music taste.

He will do everything in his power to protect you and keep you safe.

NSFW:

Do I even need to say he’s dominant ?!

If you ever seriously wanted to try being dominant, he would let you, but it would be followed up right after with him taking over.

I feel like he has a lottt of kinks.

Dirty talk, discipline, humiliation, teasing, overstimulation, daddy kink, orgasm control/denial, etc.

Ass guy 100%

Loves loves loves eating you out.

He loves your thighs so much oh my god 😵‍💫

Continuing off that, he loves to cum on your thighs or inside of you.

Gives you so many markings just to remind you you’re all his.

He’s so rough with you, he just has to give you the sweetest aftercare. :)

I feel like the only times he’d be gentle are early in the morning, late at night, or if one of you needed some comfort.

He totally kisses you the whole time, sloppy kisses, but still kisses.

He would much rather focus on your pleasure than his. You being pleasured brings him pleasure.

His favorite position is either doggy style or reverse cowgirl.

PUBLIC SEX HOLY SHIT …

Every time before he’s about to do something new he will ask you if it’s okay. Ex: Moving from giving you hickeys to eating you out, moving from eating you out to fucking you, etc.

I actually don’t think he’s that experienced…

When you’re not around, he will totally jack off to pictures of you. He has no shame about it.

I feel like he only goes for one or two rounds.

Oh, how he loves to get his hair pulled.

He also loves to be praised so much oh my god.

Overall, he is pretty dominant, but focuses on you more than himself. <3

#dreamsmp #sapnap #sapnap smut #sapnap x reader smut #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader smut #sapnap hcs #sapnap headcanons #dsmp smut

[mewtwo24]

MAWS - An Allegory for Autism, too?

God like…there have been so many amazing posts about maws right now, and I don’t want to detract from any of them because I absolutely agree with how powerful an allegory the show is in regards to being an immigrant/alien.

But at the same time I just. I have been literally losing my mind at how autistic Clark feels. And at this point I can’t tell if I’m seeing things that aren’t there or he really is just so god damn ‘tism it makes his experiences of being othered two- and triplefold.

Like. Okay. He keeps acting on what he thinks is just or morally right in the moment, but sometimes struggles to see the social signals (or bigger picture) that might indicate somebody is deceiving him. If he does realize he’s being deceived, he does the right thing anyway even if it’s to his detriment--because he can’t accept looking away from a problem he might have resolved. Helping someone, no matter how difficult or unreasonable.

Okay.

When he’s trying to protect himself from Lois. He tells the truth in the most evasive way humanly possible, and because he thinks she’ll find him dashing from saving people he comes off as dissembling. He is convinced that he has charmed her to no end with his alter ego since he’s Such A Super Cool Strong Normal Guy as Superman, and that she couldn’t possibly be suspicious any longer because he told the truth. Lois wants to throttle him for lying. He has no idea as to why that is--and is openly surprised that she’s upset.

This is not even touching the fact that he lived for YEARS with Jimmy and literally destroyed stuff in front of him by accident, and never once thought Jimmy knew some shit was going on with him. Jimmy, being subtle and considerate, didn’t snitch because he was a homie. Clark does not notice in the slightest. ‘IT COULD HAVE BEEN THE SCREWS’ ASS.

This also not touching on the “How did you know you were bulletproof?” “I didn’t. I just knew you weren’t.” Despite pervasive signs that his powers weren’t operating as they should in that area. Despite knowing Lois was still upset with him and may not forgive him, could hurt him with what she knew.

Okay.

I'm going to put the rest under a cut because I never go on short tangents:

In a lot of New Age illegitimate medicine and psychological constructs, autistics are often conceptualized as people with ‘special powers’ or religious enlightenment in accordance with some manifestations of their disability. Clark’s superspeed and strength and heat vision can EASILY be seen as an extension of that. However, what I really want to talk about is the latest episode’s super hearing. 

Most autistics have sensory issues, both with textures but also with hearing. A very common surprise for undiagnosed individuals, for example, is that they use music and headphones to stim in a more socially acceptable way. Particularly loud noises or constant loud chatter can cause distress otherwise, and having constant meltdowns/catatonia reactions isn’t feasible for survival. 

Of all his powers that might be a weakness I think it is a fascinating--and honestly, deliberate--choice that speaks volumes (please pardon the pun). Because that’s the horrible thing about having sensory overload with your hearing; you don’t always have a choice as to what you’re subjected to. Ear-piercing alarms can flare at any moment, people can play what they consider harmless pranks, or day to day fighting to focus can make every sound feel like nails on a chalkboard from the overstimulation. 

While Clark is able to distinguish voices if he knows what to look for, lack of sleep and rest tremendously weaken his ability to focus. I noticed that as the episode wore on, there was a distinct and exponential progression. At first, when he overdid it and didn’t sleep for a day or so, he still managed to operate without hurting himself or risking others. But as he kept pushing himself without rest to answer every cry for help, he grew progressively and sharply overwhelmed. He quickly became overstimulated by the mounting flurry of oncoming stimuli (e.g. the truck about to hit someone, dodging people around him, the relentless super hearing flooding in) and began to react in ways that were careless and random. 

Though his powers appear supernatural and inexhaustible, we are forced to face the fact that he still possesses hard limits. Even if autistics seem more capable than NTs at points, there is a reason “high-functioning” became an obsolete terminology with which to differentiate people on the spectrum ‘who seemed to be above average’. Because just as we see Clark forcing himself to exert his superpowers until his body collapses to prove he is good, autistics also push themselves to be useful/helpful/amenable/inobtrusive in order to be accepted as something not other/monstrous.

(Please note, by the way, towards the end of the newest episode--his power comes out in a flash of blue, overpowering light as the last of his strength begins to wane. A surefire sign that he was truly at the end of his endurance before he’s knocked unconscious.)

The fact that Clark starts to learn how to listen in for people so fast, but also doesn’t think to tune them out (if he can) adds even more to the first point too. Because he can’t turn it off in full, it means he has no way to ignore people who are hurting no matter how small--and for him that places the cognitive burden of making a choice. And he can’t choose not to help people.

Okay.

Clark’s incipient refusal to discover more about himself, the sheer overwhelmed look he had as a child--but also as an adult--at the prospect of having to rewrite and re-evaluate everything he thought he knew about himself. There is no excitement, no positive anticipation. When he chooses to face it, it’s because he perceives a kind of responsibility to better understand/control his powers to help more people. And it’s because his friends support him that he ever finds the will to do it. He has no desire to acknowledge or define his otherness head-on. (Once again, he can only act with courage on behalf of others and/or to ultimately win their acceptance.) 

GOD. AND. AND how he tells Lois how much she made him “come out of his shell” and forced him to face the world, to stop living in his formerly simple bubble. How autistics instinctively hate breaks in routine and the unknown and the horrible ordeal of change, especially if they have trauma linked to it. But he was trying because yeah, as people we need new and varying stimuli to be happy and healthy. To be alive is to change, whether one likes it or not. 

How part of the reason Lois is so dear to him is because she makes him feel capable and safe when he has to face the truth of his difference and change. (THIS IN THE CONTEXT OF THE LATEST EPISODE. “CLARK, JUST TRY TO BE NORMAL”. I’M EATING MY SHIRT. THE ENDLESS OSCILLATION BETWEEN HIS DESPERATION TO BE NORMAL BUT ALSO STRIVE FOR MORE, AND HOW LOIS ANSWERS BOTH THOSE WARRING CALLS WITHIN HIM JUST BY BEING HERSELF.)

SCREAMS.

Okay.

The most recent episode being a direct result of Lois and Jimmy’s acceptance of his alter ego Superman. Because of course Superman is the preferred variation of himself. Everyone loves Superman. Everyone finds him cool and heroic and dazzling. Jimmy gets social media acclaim that he enjoys from it. Lois has a Cool Guy Boyfriend, and she told him outright she thinks he’s amazing in the last episode when he complained about being weird.

Why go back to being Clark? Under the unending burden of his new super hearing, he seems to be so drowned in voices that he forgets a very important one: Lois. She loved him as Clark long before Superman existed, the lumbering gentle giant who always treated people with dignity and respect was more than enough for her to fall in love. And that’s why it’s so poignant, but also so unbelievably devastating when she asks him to be normal in the newest episode.

Because what she was trying to say was “Please stop overexerting yourself, you’re hurting yourself. This is only going to end badly if you don’t rest and think about how you want to move forward. You’re enough as you are. You’re enough as Clark Kent.” She was trying to tell him that Superman isn’t all that matters, that Superman is a person with feelings and needs and vulnerabilities, just like anyone else. 

What makes this miscommunication so powerful to me is that it’s clear Clark’s ability to differentiate has become confused ever since Lois and Jimmy accepted him. How much of him is Clark, how much of him is Superman? Before, when he had decided Superman was too much for him to handle and something that needed to stay hidden, he knew how to behave day to day. But now that the aforementioned operating precept has been dismantled by their acceptance, what is his blueprint now? To be freed of his chains, but to be too afraid to leave the cage--he becomes so openly and rapidly lost. It was easier when he didn’t have to choose or think about it.

Okay.

Like. I can see how it could be construed as a result of his inexperience, right? He’s never met intergalactic beings, so how would he know? He only just unlocked his powers as Superman, so of course he’s clumsy about it. He wasn’t a born fighter or a trained one, so of course he’s going to be a little green when he’s in combat.

But that’s the thing for me. It’s not that he doesn’t always have the time to re-evaluate, or strategize, or notice he’s being deceived. He just has such an unwavering sensibility, this one-track sense of “I am strong. So I must protect. And to do that I need to act.” And a lot of times this is as far as his thinking goes. And if that isn’t the most autistic shit imaginable, I’m really not sure what is. 

The overshot clumsiness of his movements and occasional awkwardness, how he’s learned to smooth that over by being helpful to people or meek to be accepted. Like. I swear to god this show is going to kill me. 

So much of the reason he tanked so badly in this episode was because he was using a broken coping mechanism to its absolute extreme. And instead of listening to his bodily and mental signals that he could no longer sustain helping every single person in the world, he just forces himself to push through. He’s so desperate to prove he’s a good person and belong, he doesn’t notice that it’s literally destroying him from the inside. 

The mask that is Superman, and the unmasking that is the mindful and imperfect Clark Kent. That everyone adores Superman and wants him to fulfill their every need, no matter what it costs him to be that person. The fact that the moment they learn he’s an alien or see the raw extent of his power (pushed to unsustainable limits in desperation) he becomes a horrible, inhuman threat and a monster. The fact that it’s his friends and his family who see him unmasked as Clark and love him just as he is, that they care little for what Superman can give them because Clark is already enough. That they love Clark precisely BECAUSE he is somebody with weaknesses and flaws and imperfections, that adore his quirks and endearing fumbling.

The horrific reality that the more he leans into his masking out of desperation to be accepted, the more he estranges and incites violent rejection in the people around him. Even if he wants to do the right thing, he is so staunchly and too openly opposed to the malice of others that they hold grudges from the stark, exposing contrast. How choosing to be Superman can endanger and estrange the people who love Clark, isolating him even further. And yet when he is unmasked and acts like himself, he is hardly ever taken seriously or people take advantage of his meekness/willingness to help. 

The first episode. When he just keeps chanting ‘be normal be normal be normal’ and the more pressure he puts on himself, the more he hyperfixates and the less his actions align with his intentions. The way he can never do both and can only manage to sustain one at a time. The core conflict that’s ever present; the desire to be ordinary under the reality that you are extraordinary, with the agonizing knowledge that you never had the choice to live under so much difference and scrutiny.

The never-ending autistic battle of being socially acceptable to the detriment of your greatest virtues: your passion and your honesty. To be left feeling empty and drained despite your success, no closer to self-satisfaction or feelings of human camaraderie. The reality of being always forced to choose between one bad option and a worse one, that the only choice you have is what you’re willing to sacrifice. That people will toy with your vulnerabilities no matter how desperately you try to conceal them, how your weaknesses will be a game or a spectacle to the rest of the world.

How one has to wonder to what degree the Superman witnessed in Lois’ memory capsule was pushed to the very brink. Or the pointed lack of context: what brought him to such extremes, what could inspire so much indifference to the pain of others? How, while it is frightening, he is a person just like anyone else--who possesses the potential for raw good and raw bad. Why is it that everyone so easily believes that his potential will be negative? Why is it so difficult to have faith in someone who is trying so hard to be good?

The irony of Clark’s predicament, that the sincere fulfillment he feels upon helping others is precisely what inspires fear in those who insist on their comparative self-serving normality.

“What’s your angle!? What’s in it for you?” “Trust me, kids. Nobody puts on that big a show of being good. Unless they’re hiding something…All he wants is to pull cats out of trees? Yeah, I’m not buying it.” “He’s not normal like you and me….If he really wanted to hurt us, what could we do about it?...Just him having a bad day could spell the end for us…Well, not all of us share your faith.” “You want to be number one? You don’t get there by writing fluff. You go for blood. That’s something Perry never understood. Do you?”

The unbearable but inevitable fact that being autistic is a perpetual experience of loss. If you are not selfish or egocentric like the rest of the world, you are naive and weak. If you exhibit an ounce of self-centered desire or emotion, you are something that must be eradicated for the greater good. No amount of good that you accomplish can ever balance the scales of what has been lost or spent to sustain you, because at the end of the day your life is considered one without value. It is irrelevant that entire military regimes have collectively decimated and endangered thousands for their so-called “results”, because you as a sole actor are so much easier to blame and trample. 

The enduring fact, especially in a culture so absorbed in easy answers and harsh binaries, that the human mind does not care for the struggle of truth. 

Anyway if you need me I’ll be clawing at the walls thanks

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Starry Night (Joel Miller x Stargazer f!reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 1

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist.

Pairing: Jackson!Joel Miller x Stargazer F!Reader

Rating: Teen

Word count: ~1500

Warnings: Strong language (Ellie is involved); canon doesn’t go here; alcohol references; fluff; almost certainly some stargazing errors please forgive me

Summary: There are a lot of wonderful things about making it to the safety of Jackson, but the darkness of the night sky makes it a perfect home for a stargazer like you - and you’re only too happy to share your knowledge with a space-mad teenager. Oh, and her grumpy dad.

Every time you set up your telescope, you remembered the look Maria had given you the day you returned from a scavenging mission with it strapped to your back, still in its packaging.

“Seriously?”

You shrugged as you got off your horse. “Seriously. Got plenty of other stuff too, so let me have this, please?”

She looked dubious, but threw up her arms in resignation. “If we need it for lookout - it’s ours, okay?”

You nodded, hugging the telescope close to your chest, and raced home to set it up. 

Space was your dad’s thing, and he’d made it yours, too. Nights in the backyard with his very basic kit trained on the skies, stargazing maps in front of you, climbing on his lap to look through the viewfinder.

He taught you the major constellations, how to find planets visible in the night sky, explained how stars helped people navigate, long ago. 

Little did you know then how that information would come in handy years later, finding your way to the safety of the Jackson settlement with nothing else to guide you. 

Stargazing in the suburbs wasn’t ideal. Too much light pollution. In Jackson, though? Wide, open dark skies, far as the eye could see. 

Every time you watched the night sky, you looked out for your dad.

Cold, crisp, clear winter nights were your favourite time for stargazing. Bundled up in your warmest coat, hat, and blankets, you sat on your porch, telescope in front of you and an old Atlas of the Night Sky on your lap. Out of the corner of your eye, you became conscious of two people walking along the sidewalk past your home. Recent arrivals, you guessed, seeing as they weren’t familiar; a young girl, an older man. Father and daughter, probably.

“Whoa, dude. She’s got a fuckin’ real telescope!”

The girl had stopped to stare at you, eyes wide in astonishment. You offered a shy smile and a little wave, and were about to speak when the man interjected, beckoning the girl on with a frustrated tilt of his head.

“Mind your manners, Ellie. Sorry, ma’am. Didn’t mean to disturb you. You have a good night.” He nods and you return the gesture, touched by his somewhat old-fashioned manners, and they walk on as you go back to seeking out Castor and Pollux.

Over the next couple of weeks, you learned that the man was Tommy’s older brother, Joel. His exact relationship to Ellie, the teenage girl, was not clear: she wasn’t his biological daughter, you suspected but Tommy tended to refer to her as “Joel’s kid”.

They tended to keep to themselves, for the most part. But she would peek in your direction if she spotted you at social events in the community, as if she was weighing up whether she should go and talk to you. No amount of friendly waves and smiles from you could ever convince her, it seemed.

You took matters into your own hands at the holiday tree lighting ceremony. You picked them out easily: Joel, big and broad in a sheepskin-lined winter coat, greying hair curling over the collar; Ellie, ponytail bobbing from side to side as she looked at the illuminated tree in absolute awe and wonder. 

“Joel and Ellie, right?” 

They turned to appraise you, still wary of new people. You held out the mugs of eggnog you’d grabbed for them on your way across the room. 

“Thought you might like some eggnog, and I wanted to introduce myself. I’m the telescope lady.”

Ellie’s eyes widened. “So cool,” she murmured, as if to herself.

Joel nodded and accepted the eggnog gratefully, the mug suddenly appearing doll-sized in his large hands. “Ellie’s got a thing for space, don’t you? Loves hearing about the space programs, the astronauts, all that.”

The teenager looked down at her shoes and blushed a little as she nodded. Apocalypse or not, teenage girls will always be embarrassed by their dads. 

Ellie took a sip of her eggnog. “How’d you get a fuckin’ telescope, anyway?” 

Joel scolded her, but you chuckled. “I found it in an old hobby store on a scavenging mission one time. I wasn’t gonna leave that behind, now was I?” She grinned at your conspiratorial wink, and Joel seemed to relax a little.

“Come over whenever you want, and I’ll give you a guided tour of the sky. We’ve got perfect conditions here for it.”

She beamed and turned to Joel, who shook his head softly. “We don’t want to be disturbing you, ma’am.” You corrected him with your name, and he repeated it, low and slow, in that warm, dark voice of his.

“I mean it, Joel. You are both very welcome to do some stargazing with me, whenever you’d like.”

“No fuckin’ WAY!”

Ellie tears into the kitchen on the morning of December 21, excitedly brandishing a piece of paper under Joel’s nose as he sips - or tries to sip - his morning coffee.

“Whatever it is, El, it’s far too early for this kind of excitement.”

“Look at it, dude!”

He rolls his eyes, puts down his mug, and looks at the piece of paper. It’s a handwritten invitation, decorated with drawings of celestial bodies and, at the bottom, a bright red telescope. He can’t help but chuckle as he reads the words aloud.

“Ellie (and Joel) are invited to a special winter solstice stargazing party tonight, December 21, at 6pm. Wrap up warm and be ready to see stars.” Underneath, you’ve carefully written your name and address in neat print.

By now, Ellie is positively bouncing with excitement. “The fuckin’ telescope! I’m gonna look through a fuckin’ telescope! At fuckin' SPACE!”

Joel’s heart swells as he takes in her sheer joy at the prospect of looking up into the heavens, knowing how hard everything has been for her, how much he has wanted to make her smile again. 

“Alright, but there’ll be no telescope if you don’t eat and get dressed for school. Go on, now.”

The telescope is already set up on your porch when they arrive later that evening, Joel carrying a flask of hot coffee and Ellie a tin with a few cookies - the best they could rustle up at short notice. 

“I’m so glad you came!” You beam at them as you open your front door, beckoning them inside. “I’ve got some snacks ready, and some hot punch.”

A smile creeps over Joel’s face as he realises you’re somehow playing a compilation of holiday music. Brenda Lee is singing about rocking around the Christmas tree, Ellie is nodding her head in time to the song as she makes a beeline for the bowls of snacks you’d set out, and he is struck by just how long it’s been since he’s experienced anything akin to “holiday cheer”.

“What the fuck does ‘rockin’ around a Christmas tree’ mean, anyways?”

Joel tuts and rolls his eyes. “Ellie. Language.”

You giggle as you hand Ellie a cup of non-alcoholic hot punch. “It’s fine, Joel. I think she means people are dancing around a Christmas tree, Ellie.”

Ellie looks sceptical. “Fuckin’ weird. Hey, when can we look at the stars?”

Joel lets you take the lead, as Jackson’s resident stargazer. He sits on one of your kitchen chairs, sipping from a mug of punch, watching you show Ellie how to navigate the night sky. 

The punch is warming in more ways than one. As Ellie bounded out to the porch earlier, you’d subtly held up a bottle of liquor at him and raised your eyebrows in a silent question, before adding a little to your and his mugs of punch once he’d nodded his assent. 

“See that really bright, orangey one there? That’s Betelgeuse. It’s a red supergiant.”

Ellie’s mouth hangs open as she squints through the telescope’s eyepiece. “Red supergiant,” she repeats. 

“See if you can find Orion’s Belt for yourself. It’s not too far away.”

You turn to Joel, checked blanket wrapped around your shoulders, and raise your mug towards him with a warm smile. “Happy holidays, Joel.”

He reciprocates the gesture, dark, warm eyes crinkling as a gentle, genuine smile spreads across his face. It might be the first time you’ve ever really seen him smile.

He looks to the heavens, taking in the perfect, pitch-dark blue-black carpet of a night sky embroidered with millions of twinkling stars. For an instant, he finds comfort in remembering that we all - everyone who is, who has ever been, and who will ever be - gaze up at the same firmament. 

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"i just think barbatos would tease you about being thirsty" HE WOULD BE SO CRUEL ABOUT IT I SWEAR- he would love to see you desperate and begging before calmly asking how he can be "of help" to you

akdflkjfd anon please my imagination can't handle the brain rot and I'm supposed to be working on upcoming kinktober stuff…

I am obsessed with Barbatos just making you beg and being kinda mean by denying you until you can't take it anymore.

Okay okay, I couldn't help myself, here's some quick smut about it. It's short, but if I had more time he would've made it go on for much longer lol.

GN!MC x Barbatos

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: teasing, penetration (reader receiving), a little bit of biting

When Diavolo asked you to stop by the Demon Lord's Castle to pick up some paperwork for Lucifer, you were happy enough to oblige. But when you knocked on the door and it opened to reveal Barbatos, you were suddenly questioning your decision. He had removed his jacket, the sleeves of his green shirt rolled up. It was rare to see him like this. He was even missing his gloves and you couldn't help but blush at the sight.

He smiled at you. "MC. Forgive me. I was just about to begin deep cleaning the kitchen. Would you like to come in?"

You nodded, coming inside and letting him close the door behind you. You couldn't quite look at him, afraid your desire would be too obvious.

"Um," you said. "Lord Diavolo has some paperwork for Lucifer?"

Barbatos hummed a little in confirmation. "Indeed. However, it seems you may not be fit to be in the Young Master's presence at this moment, wouldn't you agree?"

Your blush deepened. As though you weren't already hot and bothered enough, he was telling you directly that he could tell. Your thirst was evident to him and he probably knew it was all due to him showing a little more skin than usual.

"It isn't my fault," you said. "Have you seen yourself?"

Barbatos chuckled. "You are the one who is currently incapable of controlling your thoughts."

You huffed and turned away, the blush still warming up your skin. You took some deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down. "You could help me out, you know."

You felt a hand on the small of your back. It was a light touch, barely anything, but something about the steadiness of it made you freeze. You shivered as the hand moved around your waist, dipping into the waistband of your pants before retreating again. It rested on your hip and you felt heat at your back as his body came close.

"Do you wish to be a little naughty, MC?" he whispered in your ear.

You almost moaned, but you managed to bite it back. "Please…"

"Please?"

"Please stop teasing me," you said, pushing your body back into his, feeling his erection pressed against you.

His arms wrapped around you easily, caging you in. He pressed feather light kisses up your neck and it was barely enough sensation. His fingertips trailed across the top of your pants again, but they went no further. You squirmed, gripping his arms, your nails digging into his skin.

"It had not occurred to me that removing my jacket would have such an effect on you," Barbatos murmured against your neck.

You reached up and tugged on his tie, pulling it over your shoulder in an attempt to get him just a little bit closer. "Please, Barbatos, I can't take it…"

"How can I be of help to you?" Barbatos asked calmly.

You groaned but it was out of exasperation. "How do you think?" You pressed back into his erection again.

"Very well," he said.

Moments later you found yourself bent over the nearest sofa, moaning as Barbatos finally put his cock inside you. It was so sweet to feel him filling you up after all that desperate desire, his hands gripping your hips as he gave you what you had been begging for.

You held onto the cushion beneath you, your mind going blissfully blank. Barbatos was no longer teasing you, thrusting at a fast pace. He even did exactly as you asked the minute you moaned out, "Harder!"

The pleasure mounted, rising higher and higher, peaking as he wrapped an arm around you to stimulate you further. He seemed to anticipate that you would try to suppress your cries of ecstasy, placing his finger against your lips. You bit down on it hard, tasting a little tang of blood as you did so, but successfully staying quiet as you came undone on his cock.

Moments later his cum was oozing out of you, but Barbatos was quick to clean you up. The teasing smile on his face made you want more, but it was clear from his expression that he expected you to go fetch Lucifer's paperwork.

"I would not normally be so quick to indulge you, but the Young Master is waiting," Barbatos said as he straightened his clothes. "You will have to be satisfied for now, MC."

You wanted so much more, but you knew that he wouldn't give in to you again. You kissed him, lingering on his lips for a moment before making your way toward Diavolo's office.

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