Ellyie

she/they, ☘️19 has lots of fandoms (⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠)

[ellythefreak]

☘️∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°Elly — 19, gal at heart, she/they, pansexual, multifandom at best ෆ

❗MHA, Demon slayer, Wtdsik, haikyuu, murder drones, dungeon meshi, obey me, PASWG. Etc

๑.̫๑i write sometimes+I mostly just scroll and read on tumblr☆ I love being a gyaru

(I prefer "x reader" stories...tehe)

∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°"Gyaru is built on confidence and not caring what people think."｡⁠*⁠♡

—☘️

[zac-n]

Freaky ahh sheep

[trashy-corvian]

Yeah yeah his eyes are beautiful🙄 LOOK DOWN you prude👇

[otterwifey]

Imagine Jabber finds a girl thats so much stronger than him

He was walking around junk city bored out of his mind since he is just supposed to keep stationed and not run around doing fuck all jabber shit.

Can't make a scene, can't kill anyone, can't fight anyone LIKE LIFE DOESNT HAVE MEANING RIGHT NOW

Then he hears in some alley yelling and screaming thinking that he finally found a fight he can jump in on, he didnt start it so it should be fine, right?! But as he turns the corner all he sees is you kick these fools asses. Didn't even use your jinki, just kept beating them with shit you found laying around in the dumpster.

and LOWKEY you looked hella proud of yourself.

That leads us to the present.

"Come on babe! Just one lil' fight!" Jabber says as he walks infront of you backwards.

"I already told you no, now can you piss off?? You are like a walking fucking migraine"

"Keep talkin' to me like that Im so close-" A grin streches across his face as he says that, wicked and way to broad.

"Huh?!" You yell out as you stop. "Whats wrong with you?? Like genetically, you FREAK?"

His smile spreads even more across his face before he tilts his head forward "A lot, baby" He takes a step closer to you "Mean you gon' beat me now?" He starts giggling like a freak. "AAAAH HAA you got it all over ya' face! You hate me, you wanna beat the shit outta' me!"

"maybe I do.."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"Ooouuuh.. Fuck!"

Jabber was laying in a pile of trash outside the city, beaten half to death. You were walking around him looking down at him.

"are you finished now?"

"Oh I definitely finished."

"Freak" but you swipe you thumb against his bleeding mouth and put it on your collar. "Call me"

[iteidem]

sensitive men have a special place in my heart.

like…yeah, i do want to see you leaking through your boxers and whining just from a few kisses. i encourage it actually.

[hidingwhere]

— Feeding Sukuna’s stomach mouth

You stared curiously at the peculiar muscle on your husband’s toned stomach, currently closed as he naps beneath you on his chaise lounge. One finger reaches forward, lightly tapping against the outline of the mouth before pulling back.

To your surprise, it opens, lips curling into a cocky grin before it starts… speaking?! Its voice is deep and matches Sukuna’s perfectly, large tongue flicking out.

“Curious, hm?” It drawls slowly, flashing the sharp canines that had been hidden just seconds ago. You lean over to the nearby table, pulling a strawberry from the box and holding it tentatively near the mouth.

“Do you eat food?” You asked, sounding a little stupid talking to your husband’s stomach.

It laughs lightly, lips spreading in amusement. “I do, woman. What do you have in mind? A finger? An arm?”

You grimace. “Ew. No, I have a strawberry.” You press the tip of the strawberry against the tongue, watching it pull the fruit from your grip and chew loudly, red juice staining the sharp teeth.

You watch mesmerised at the unusual body part, noting how expressive it was and how it still managed to work even when Sukuna himself was asleep.

“Do you want another?”

“Hm.” The mouth hums for a second before the tongue flicks out and presses down flat against your two fingers resting against his lower abdomen.

Hesitantly, you lift them, saliva coating your fingers as Sukuna’s mouth stomach sucks on them greedily as if trying taste their flavour. You’re sat in awe, entranced as lewd sucking sounds fills the room.

“Ngh-“ Ryomen grunts suddenly, arm lifting from over his eyes as they flicker open. Immediately, his mouth pulls away from your fingers, closing innocently and leaving you both dumbfounded and aroused.

“What are you doing, wife?”

“Nothing, Kuna,” you lie.

[com-radish16]

afterschool w/ beel and belphie !!

it’s been floating in my head so so long— the brothers as young adults would be a fic I’d die for.

[inlovewithl3vi]

Lucifer has always been the head of the house, he is the oldest and often the most responsible after all. It’s no question when he punishes his brothers, often times his word is law.

Except… he can’t really punish you the same. If he hangs you from the ceiling upside down you’ll pass out (and probably die) from being upside down that long, he can’t force you to take care of Cerberus since he’s much stronger than even demons, and he really can’t do any sort of physical punishment as he’s not used to having to adjust for human mortality.

Sometimes he has to do a little more thinking into your punishments.

“Go to your room”

“What?” Honestly you weren’t expecting that, to be honest he sounds like a mother. Often you get away with things because he can’t figure out how to punish you and definitely not because he likes you or anything. Usually you’re the one being sent to do everything for this reason, but apparently he’s figured it out.

“You heard me, go to your room” you watch as he rubs his temples, still a little confused. You stare at him for a few extra moments, eventually moving your feet to walk to your room.

You’re not sure why but you listen, heading off to your room and staying inside until he comes and lets you out around dinner time. After everything is normal again, he didn’t even make you stay locked away for more than a few hours.

The other brothers hate it of course, they still get their regular punishments while you get “pampered” by Lucifer. But it’s not like they can do much, after all he does have a point when he tells them you can’t be punished the same.

Although… you’ve definitely heard him say “go to my room” under his breath a few times, although he denies it.

[starmo0nlight]

Telemachus: sorry, i sneezed and liked all of your pictures.

y/n: and commented "damn mommy" on all of them?

Telemachus:

Telemachus: i have the flu.

[noroi-om]

WE FINALLY GOT OTHER CHARACTERS IN ART!

OH MY GOD THEY LOOK GORGEOUS!

[actually-mentally-ill]

finding out making up whole detailed scenarios with fictional characters in your head is a “sign of mental illness”

[munipe]

imagine THISS - saiki with a sleeptalker s/o. has genuinely full blown CONVERSATIONS that make 0 sense. like its just "..are you awake, or asleep?" "i love spicy salami too honey" "???"

Wait I love this

Ft. Things I’ve said in my sleep according to my brother

“Kusu…”

That was the first sign that the dead has risen to him.

Truthfully, he loves it. You two lay in bed. He sits up, against the headboard, while you doze off, face pressed into his hip (blanket between to save him from drool). There was only one, teensy, tiny, downside: your sleep talking. Sure, he loved you, flaws and all, but it confused him out of his mind.

No thoughts to go off of, just pure mumbo jumbo.

“Are you awake?” He murmured. He figured that you probably wouldn’t hear him if he used telepathy.

“Bun…e.” You said in a haze.

“Yes, bunny,” he said back, patting your head. “Anything else, love?” It was times like these where he would take advantage of your haze—the gentle clouding of your mind.

“Ball—the ball.” You mumble. “Y’need…blue.”

“Mhm.” He hummed as he set his book down.

“Luv’ you.”

“are you asleep or awake?”

“I lob’…spicy salami too.”

He merely patted your cheek.

[softctrll]

me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

[aurora-sadprose]

put down that c.ai thing and read y/n fics like god intended.

[pluvial-lake]

Reader who has a real job and actual bills. Reader who prioritizes her own peace over his feelings. Reader who has hobbies that don’t revolve around a man. Reader who actually has a life outside of him. Reader who says “no” and means it. Reader who isn't easily impressed. Reader who’s petty. Reader who has trust issues. Reader who chooses her girls every single time. Reader who has a body count and isn't ashamed of it. Reader who is exhausted by male fragility. Reader who holds grudges. Reader who’s a mess. Reader who’s mentally ill. Reader who makes mistakes. Reader who’s manipulative. Reader who’s selfish. Reader who’s morally gray. Reader who’s awful. Reader who genuinely doesn’t give a fuck.

[venuscrashed]

Just Mammon being affectionate at the casino

“Woah! Blackjack,” Mammon laughed loudly as the dealer flipped over the last card. The whole casino would stop to look over at him but he didn’t care, especially when you were his good luck charm. “Come on, baby. Give me another kiss,” he turned to you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you closer in his lap and only smiled more when you gave into his demands. “There it is!”

The dealer looked completely done with the two of you. He usually had to deal with Mammon as a regular but he was easily ten times worse when you came. Public displays of affection, sickening, sweet words that made you blush, and shameful touches that made Asmo look conservative.

“How much this time, treasure?” Mammon asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and looked up at you with those lovesick eyes. He rested his chin on your shoulder and squeezed you tightly before relaxing again. “Your call,” he muttered as he kissed your shoulder sweetly.

“Uh,” you muttered as you looked over the pile of poker chips he only seems to gather when you’re around. You shifted slightly in his lap, it didn’t matter how many times the two of you had done this before but you still always got shy out in public. “Fifty?”

Mammon looked up at you with hooded eyes before glancing down out at the chips with the same look. Neither of you said it but you both knew his greed was growing with the way your bond mark glowed beneath your jacket. “Fifty,” he nodded before sliding the exact amount of chips forward. “Sure thing. Here we go!”

The two of you watched as the dealer shuffled the cards one more time. It didn’t take long before Mammon started kissing your shoulder and neck again. You were already embarrassed by the attention it was drawing and it didn’t help that the featherlight kisses were making you laugh a bit due to how ticklish you were. The dealer finally passed out the cards before looking at the two of you with a deadpan look.

“You do it,” Mammon smirked slightly as he looked up at you. He couldn’t help but glance down at the cards in delight as his thumb brushed over your hip repeatedly. “You have better luck than I do. Flip them, Sweets.”

You couldn’t help but nod as you reached over to flip the cards. The first was a ten, which only made you and Mammon grow more excited. “Ace,” you heard him mutter as he squeezed you tighter. You flipped over the last card to reveal a nine, much to his dismay. “It’s okay,” he shrugged as he kissed your cheek. “Let’s just see what he’s got.”

The dealer sighed as the two of you remembered he was there. He finally flipped over his two cards to reveal a pair of nines. “Yes!” Mammon laughed at the lower amount before turning to you and kissing you dramatically. He deepened the kiss easily with a hand on the back of your head. “Mmph,” he whined into the kiss a bit before pulling back with a bright smile. “My lucky charm-“

“Mammon!” A booming voice sounded through the whole casino. There was a sudden silence as the two of you turned around to see Lucifer standing there with his arms crossed.

Mammon quickly jumped up and pushed you off his lap. You simply watched as he shoved a bunch of poker chips into his pockets as Lucifer walked over. “Hey, Luci.” You waved casually as the older demon walked over.

“(Name),” he greeted casually as he stopped next to you. He looked you over briefly before nodding. “You look…nice.”

“Thanks,” you nodded before stepping back as he turned to his brother.

“Lucifer,” Mammon laughed nervously as he continued to shove chips into his suit jacket. “What are you doing here-ahh!”

Lucifer didn’t even let him finish before grabbing Mammon by his collar. He turned and started to drag his younger brother out the casino, much to the dealers delight. “Hey! My money…” Mammon pouted as the chips fell out of his jacket and the rest sat there on the table, mocking him.

You simply sighed as you shook your head. You followed after him with a sympathetic yet amused look. “Oh, Mammon…”

[obviouslynika]

Haven't done om fanart in a hot minute, let's ignore the fact it's unfinished..