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kiss the chef. | toji — ⃠
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kiss the chef
synopsis you're trying to cook but toji needs you. 18+ minors dni.
The sizzle of garlic in the pan is the only sound in the apartment until you hear front door shut and the footsteps approaching behind you. You don't even have time to turn before a massive, warm weight presses against your back. Toji's chest is broad and solid, a wall of heated muscle that sends an shiver down your spine.
"Toji? You're home early," you murmur, going back to to focus on stirring the sauce as you feel him holding you.
"Lost another round at the track," he grunts against the shell of your ear, his breath hot. "Needed something better to distract me."
Of course he lost…
Before you can complain, his large hands slide down your hips, gripping them roughly. One hand stays planted on your waist while the other slides between your thighs, going in your shorts with zero ceremony. When his rough, calloused fingers make contact with your damp underwear, you gasp, the wooden spoon clattering against the pan.
"Toji wait, I'm cooking " The protest dies in your throat as he hooks two fingers under the lace, finding you already swollen and aching. He doesn't hesitate, pressing his fingers against your most precious spot. The friction of his callouses against your sensitive clit makes your knees buckle, forcing you to lean your weight against the counter just to stay upright.
"Forget the food." he growls, his lips grazing your neck as he increases the pressure. "You're already dripping for me."
The worst part is that he’s right. The sound of your own arousal that wet, squelching noise as his fingers slide deeper fills your ears, drowning out the sizzle of the stove. When he finally hooks two fingers inside you, stretching you open with a blunt thrust, you let out a broken moan. He doesn't slow down at all, instead, he finds a punishing rhythm, his thumb grinding mercilessly against your clit while his fingers pump inside your soaking wet folds.
The sensation builds too fast, too hot, spiraling out of your control. Your hips begin to buck involuntarily against his hand, seeking more of that rough friction. "…please toji.. " you whimper, but you can't even finish the thought before your body betrays you. A overwhelming climax crashes through you, your muscles clamping tight around his fingers as you squirt against his palm, the warm liquid spreading across your thighs, soaking your shorts, and dripping onto the linoleum floor.
Your breathing comes in ragged, uneven gasps as the aftershocks ripple through you, leaving your legs feeling like jelly. You lean forward, forehead resting against the cool marble of the counter, waiting for your heartbeat to slow down. The kitchen is quiet again, save for the distant hiss of the sauce that you definitely forgot to stir.
When he finally withdraws, his fingers emerge slick and glistening from your heat. Instead of wiping them off or, better yet, washing his hands, Toji brings his hand up to his face. You watch through half lidded eyes as he drags his tongue slowly over each finger, licking himself clean with a deliberate hunger. Then, before you can even process what he's doing, he presses those wet fingers against your lips.
"Taste yourself," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a gravelly command. "Remind yourself how much you wanted this."
Caught off guard, you part your lips instinctively, taking his fingers into your mouth. The taste of your own arousal, mixed with the saltiness of his skin, sends one final, unexpected jolt through your system. He holds them there for just a heartbeat longer than necessary before withdrawing them with a satisfied hum.
Just as you think he might pull away, you feel his large hand settle on your hip, warm and steady. With surprising gentleness, he grabs a clean dish towel from the rack and begins to wipe the slickness from your inner thighs, his touch surprisingly careful despite his rough exterior.
"There we go," he murmurs, tossing the towel aside. He leans down, pressing a rough kiss to the back of your neck before straightening up with a lazy, satisfied smirk. "Guess I got what I wanted."
"You're gross." you huff, finally finding your voice even as your face flushes crimson. "You ruined dinner."
Toji chuckles, a low sound that vibrates through your back as he kisses you then moves toward the fridge. "Relax, it looks fine. Besides," he glances back at you with an amused look, "you came pretty damn fast for someone who was supposed to be busy cooking."
notes : 100TH POST AYYYYY!!! this is my first fully nsfw fic... I hope this does well! please be nice! I am not a pro writer and am always looking to improve!! IM IN A GOOD MOOD I GOT A JOB INTERVIEWW
hihi! may i request headcanons of kaiser (and maybe sae and rin too if that’s okie) with a beauty-fashion influencer (but like in a madelineargy sort of way) girlfriend that has his teammates gushing over her, much to his dismay <3
Off the Pitch, On the Feed
synopsis michael kaiser and rin Itoshi have double lives when it comes to their influencer gf!
michael kaiser
You are a massive fashion and beauty influencer, Your feed is a mix of high end style lookbooks, unfiltered oversharing, and chaotic GRWM videos that pull in millions of views.
Kaiser’s massive ego absolutely hates sharing the spotlight because he is used to being the flawless centerpiece of every single room.
Walking into the training lounge and seeing Ness, Grim, and Kurona huddled around a phone watching your latest TikTok outfit-styling video drives him insane.
"Look at her efficiency," Ness gushes, pointing at the screen. "She styled those two pieces of clothing perfectly! I hate to say I didn’t think she could.."
“Cool cool” Kurona agrees.
"Shut that garbage off," Kaiser snaps, stalking over and aggressively slamming his water bottle onto the table while his blue eyes narrow with pure irritation.
"You're supposed to be studying match footage, not analyzing my girlfriend's seasonal style guides for ten minutes."
Because you’re a top beauty and fashion influencer, your apartment is constantly overflowing with massive PR boxes from luxury brands.
Kaiser gets tons of high luxury packages himself from his elite sports and modeling sponsors, so your shared entryway is basically a delivery war zone.
"I’m actually losing my mind because it is physically painful watching you walk around in basic training kits 24/7 when you literally have access to the highest tier of European luxury," you ranted to Kaiser one evening, aggressively dumping a massive heap of unreleased streetwear clothes onto his lap. "Like, you genuinely look like a background character from a mobile game off the pitch, and it’s a massive waste of your actual genetics. Your wardrobe is giving zero effort, Mihya. Stand up right now, you’re my new mannequin."
Kaiser scoffs, crossing his arms and throwing his head back with a dramatic sigh, but a slow, smug smirk cuts across his stupidly handsome face. He isn't genuinely rude to you, he just loves the attention far too much to actually refuse, his pride thriving under your focus.
"Watch your mouth, babe" Kaiser murmurs, leaning down until his lips are brushing your ear as he lets you handle his frame. He catches your lips in a kiss as if to assert whatever dominance he thinks he has. "I don't need fashion advice from an internet ranter. But if you want to show off your prize to your followers, I'll let you play stylist for the night."
He stands completely still, a deeply satisfied, arrogant glimmer in his blue eyes as you forcefully yank off his basic clothing and begin going through his packages of unreleased clothes, settling on something, you dress him like he’s your own ken doll, which technically he is right now.
You stand on your tiptoes, aggressively fixing his collar and styling his blue-tipped hair while casually talking to your camera about how his posture is to die for.
Kaiser doesn't pull away, he leans into your touch, while also pulling you closer ‘subtly.’
"See? Perfect results," Kaiser murmurs against your hair, pulling you flush against his chest without a care in the world that the camera is recording. "But if your followers start paying more attention to me than your actual video, you're going to have to praise me in private, ja?"
rin itoshi
The blue lockers find it absolutely hilarious that a girl who casually overshares her entire life to millions of people on the internet is the only one who can make the Rin Itoshi sit quietly.
Isagi, Bachira, and Aryu think your chaotic storytimes and unfiltered fashion rants are peak entertainment.
"Look at her under eyes, not a single shadow! And they look so plump! So glam!" Aryu gushes the most about your looks.
"Rin, how could you not tell us about someone so glam! She's beautiful, I need to take fashion notes."
Isagi and Bachira tease Rin about it constantly, though it's mainly Bachira leading the charge.
Meanwhile, Rin finds the entire concept of social media completely disgusting and an absolute waste of human time. (just like his big brother)
He hates noise, he hates attention, and he especially hates hearing his teammates' annoying voices buzz about his personal life.
Walking into the gym and hearing Aryu or Bachira quote one of your viral makeup tutorials makes his veins literally pop.
"Her latest skincare tutorial was so stylishly glam," Aryu hums, adjusting his long hair in the mirror. "A true fashion icon."
"Die." Rin growls, his voice dropping into a dark, murderous baritone that echoes through the weights room. "Mention her name again and I will personally crush your throat. Focus on the ball, lukewarm trash."
Rin is hyper disciplined about his body, but he completely neglects his skin after rough outdoor practices, contrary to his older brother, Sae Itoshi.
Speaking of Sae, you and him definitely exchange/recommend skincare products, fashion ideas, and makeup reviews, since we all know he takes immaculate care of his skin. You always compliment his look every time you see him, which completely drives Rin up a wall.
"Honestly, it’s genuinely tragic how most men just walk around with crusty, bone dry faces and think it’s aattractive, like it’s actually a crime." you ranted to rin offhandedly one afternoon while blending your lip liner. "Sae is literally the only man on this planet who actually understands a moisture barrier. His skin is practically glowing, it’s insane. The rest of them are just out here raw-dogging the wind and letting their faces crack."
You weren't trying to insult rin, he actually wasn't even on your mind when you were talking about men who don't take care of themselves. You also weren't thinking about the dangerous competitive spirit that statement would spark in him. The fact that you were openly complimenting his brother's pristine complexion, while basically calling him crusty, is the exact spark that sets his sibling rivalry completely ablaze.
He storms into your apartment later that evening, his teal eyes burning with a dark intensity as he tosses his gym bag onto the floor.
He marches straight up to you, grabs a cooling sheet mask and a tube of your highest-quality skin serum from your vanity, and forcefully shoves them into your hands.
"Do it," he commands, his voice dropping into a low, trembling growl as he sits heavily on the edge of your bed and glares up at you through his messy bangs.
"Put that wet paper mask on me right now. Put all of it on. I don't want to hear another word about his skin."
You blink in total shock, a playful smile catching your lips as you realize he's throwing a tantrum out of pure sibling rivalry.
"Rinnie, are you actually asking me to do your skincare right now?" you tease, leaning over him.
"Shut up and just do it," he snaps, his entire face flushing a bright pink from sheer embarrassment as he crosses his arms tightly over his chest.
"My skin is going to look completely superior to his by tomorrow morning. I'll destroy him. Don't look at his feed ever again."
He stubbornly locks his jaw, sitting completely still and letting out a sharp, irritated huff as you carefully press the cold sheet mask onto his face and gently smooth it over his sharp features.
"If you ever compliment that lukewarm trash again," rin whispers under the wet fabric, his grip tightening around your wrist to anchor you close, "I'm actually gonna kill him. You're only looking at me."
note : I love this request sm ty!! rins is more skincare centered while kaisers is more fashion related, I hope thats okay. ALSO I DIDNT WVEN SEE SAES NAME UNTIL AFTER I POSTED?? SORRY!! requests are in my drafts im finalizing some and just starting others!!
hi i’m putting my requests to no anonymous bc ppl are abusing it by being rude/ignorant in my inbox. if you request but don’t want your profile to be shown or for you to be tagged, please put it in your request and i will honor it. ty:)
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lohen finding out you collapsed written ver. wc: 2,298
“Wake up for me bun,” you hear lohens voice, your eyes are still closed, you frown, wanting to stay asleep longer but begrudgingly crack an eye open.
He’s squatting on your side of the bed, his face in line with yours. “Morning sleeping beauty,” he smiles and kisses your forehead.
“Mngh…what is it…?” You ask, the longer he kept you awake the harder it’d be to get back to sleep, and you really wanted to go back to sleep.
“Wellllll, I wanted a little farewell kiss before i leave you all alone to miss me” his grin widens, his hand caresses your shoulder above the blanket.
Then your pet cat jumps on the bed with a meow! She’d heard the commotion so she came, wanting food no doubt. She was pretty fat well fed so it isn’t uncommon in this household.
“Looks like our kid is hungryyy!” lohen scratches the cats back and gives it air kisses. “Can i take my kiss so i can let you go back to sleep sleepyhead?”
“Mhm…”
He leans in and catches your lips, holding the kiss for a few seconds before pulling back. “It’s not a real kiss if you don’t kiss back ya know”
You groan and kiss him back when he leans in, “Great! I’ll be gone for a good part of the day but I should be back around 1 in the afternoon?? Think you’ll manage?”
“Mhm..” I just answer to try to shoo him away, desperate to get back to sleep and get another hour in.
He laughs and stands up, he checks and makes sure he has all he needs and heads to the room door to leave “Oh also- you’ll need to get up soon, you know she won’t stop pawing at you until you feed her!”
You roll your eyes if that’s even possible with them closed. He’s right though, once she’s found out you’re awake, she’s not gonna leave you alone until you feed her, and today for some odd reason she kept pawing at you. why not the man walking around in the house?!!
Not even 10 minutes later you sigh and get up, the cat finally jumping off of you and onto the floor, sitting, waiting for you to start walking towards her food bowl. You really need to invest in an automatic feeder…
“Okay cmon missy.” you walk to the kitchen and go to where her bowl and food mat is, you then go to the cabinet and pull out her wet food, and add a few fish treats on top, along with some pollock + salmon oil for her coat.
“Here ya go” you set it down in front of her and she runs to it, you scratch behind her ears as she absolutely devours the food.
As you stand up and stretch, fully prepared to lounge on the couch all day because you finally have a free day. Your phone rings. Who’s calling me this early?
You pick up your phone and see Eula’s name. Your stomach drops, she never calls, or texts unless there’s a job she’s wanting you to do.
“Hello? Captain Eula?”
“I apologize for invading your designated day of rest, but an emergency has compromised our eastern perimeter.”
She continues before you can speak, “Two scouts from my unit were ambushed by a pyro abyss mage near the cliffs, one has suffered minor burns, leaving the patrol route along the falcon coast entirely unsecured.”
“Captain Hertha has processed an emergency draft order, I am officially assigning you as the squad substitution. Grab your gear and report to the front gate immediately to secure the border.”
Your face falls, the day you had suddenly been planning to lounge on the couch, was ruined, now you had to go on patrol. “I understand Captain.”
“Also- the sun is brutal today, so do not dally and compromise your stamina.”
“Okay, got it.” and you hang up
You silently scream and hurry to get ready, you wouldn’t have time to text lohen about the schedule change but you’d probably be back before he did anyways so it’s not like it matters.
You get to the gate and see the other two knights, all three of you log your departure time as you cross the stone bridge. You then make your way to falcon coast cliffs.
When you guys first marched onto the grassy slopes of the falcon coast, the weather seemed manageable. The sky was clear, and a crisp ocean breeze rolled off the waves, making the initial leg of the route feel like a standard, almost peaceful assignment. Your two colleagues were in high spirits, casually checking the perimeter maps and chatting about their evening plans back in Mondstadt. You adjusted your armor, fully prepared for a routine shift, entirely unaware of how quickly the cliffs would transform as the day wore on.
By the third hour of the patrol, the heat had become completely unbearable. The gentle morning breeze had long since died out, leaving the open cliffs of the falcon coast baking under the relentless glare of the afternoon sun. There wasn’t a single tree or scrap of shade along the perimeter, and with every mile marched, the metal trim of your favonius uniform seemed to absorb more of the suffocating heat. Your leather boots felt heavy as you kept pace behind your two colleagues.
A sharp, throbbing ache began to pulse behind your eyes. You blinked hard, trying to clear the sudden dizzy spell that came, but your lungs could barely catch a full breath of the baking air.
"Everything clear on your side?" one of your colleagues called out from a few paces ahead, their voice sounding strangely muffled and distant over the grass.
You opened your mouth to reply, to admit that your knees felt like jelly and your head was spinning. But you couldn't the word=s wouldn't come out, if they did it sounded more like a whisper. You didn't want to cause a scene after making it this far into the route. You forced a tight nod, taking one more unsteady step forward, but the world suddenly tilted on its axis.
The bright blue of the sky and the green of the cliffs was surrounded by black. A cold sweat broke out across your body despite the heat, and the steady sounds of outside vanished, replaced by a high pitched ringing in your ears.
Realizing you were going down, a wave of panic hit you. You weakly reached an arm out, your fingers desperately stretching toward the fabric of your colleague's jacket just a few feet away, silently begging them to help you.
But you never made contact. Before your hand could even graze them, the edges of your vision rapidly crumbled into a heavy, suffocating darkness, and the world faded entirely to black as your body slumped limply into the grass.
The suffocating, white-hot heat of the Falcon Coast cliffs gradually receded, replaced by a soothing wave of cool air. You blinked your eyes open, your eyelids feeling incredibly heavy as your vision slowly adjusted to the indoor lighting of the Headquarters' infirmary. The faint, clean scent of Cecilias and medicinal herbs filled the room.
A shadow moved beside your cot, and you saw Barbara stepping back, lowering her hands as the glowing, blue rings of her Hydro healing magic faded into the air. She gave you a warm, relieved smile. "Oh, thank goodness, you're finally awake. Your squad members were so worried when they carried you in. You suffered a really severe case of heat stroke, but your temperature is finally-"
"Oh crap!" you whispered, your voice cracking into a dry rasp as your mind suddenly short circuited.
The realization hit you at once, completely overriding your physical exhaustion. Your heart rate immediately spiked. Lohen.
You sat up way too fast, ignoring the slight wave of dizziness that washed over your brain as you desperately grabbed Barbara’s sleeve. "Barbara, wait. What time is it? Has... has the 5th company unit returned from their reconnaissance sweep in stormterror's lair yet?"
Barbara blinked, completely taken aback by your sudden panic. "U-Uh, it's just past one in the afternoon, so yes, the main units are starting to report back to the front gates. But you need to lie back down and-"
"Did anyone tell him?" you interrupted frantically, your eyes wide with sheer dread. You had intentionally planned to keep this whole mess a secret. If you could just slip out of the infirmary before his unit returned, you could pretend you spent your entire day off relaxing at home. "Please tell me nobody sent a messenger. If I can just get back to the apartment, he never has to find out I was even on that patrol."
Barbara looked at you with a heavy wave of sympathy, her shoulders dropping. "A messenger didn't tell him... but..to be honest im sure he's already heard. You collapsing has pretty much been the main thing thats gone on recently.. I wouldn't doubt that he's already heard."
Your stomach dropped. Your perfect plan was completely ruined.
Before you could even blink, a loud slam rattled the corridor. The heavy doors were thrown open with a manic force that made your ears ring.
It's Lohen.
His eyes immediately went to the cot you were on, his face was flushed and you could hear his quiet but frantic breaths.
"Are you completely out of your mind?!" lohen barks the second he sees your face, throwing his hands up in a burst of sheer, panicked frustration.
Barbara slips out of the room, giving you both the clearly demanded privacy.
"Falcon Coast?! Midday?! You're a reconnaissance scout, not a mindless recruit! You know exactly what that terrain does to your body in a summer heatwave! If I hadn't walked past those idiot squires at the barracks, were you even planning on telling me!? Were you just gonna sit at home tonight and pretend your skin wasn't burning off? I swear, how many times do I have to say it?! You are not a sacrificial lamb for these captains to use up just to fix their own mistakes!"
"Lohen, please, just stop yelling for a second," you rasped out, your voice sounding incredibly weak as you leaned back against the thin infirmary pillows.
Lohen stopped dead in his tracks, his bright eyes were still wide with that manic, wild adrenaline, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to break something just to burn off the terror of seeing you in a hospital bed.
"I couldn’t refuse," you explained softly, holding your hands up slightly to show him you weren't trying to fight. "It wasn't a choice, lohen. I woke up ten minutes after you left, and Captain Eula was already calling. Captain Hertha signed an emergency draft order."
Lohen's jaw clenched tightly at the name. He crossed his arms, a bitter, mocking smirk breaking through his panicked expression. "An emergency draft. Of course. Because the Knights of Favonius are so spectacularly incompetent that they have to drag my partner out of bed to clean up theur mess."
"Eula's scouts got ambushed near the cliffs early this morning," you continued, trying to keep your tone as calm as possible to force his racing mind to slow down. "The route was completely unsecured. If Hertha hadn't filled the slot immediately, any rogue abyss mage could have marched right up to the eastern perimeter. They needed a 4th company scout who actually knew the Falcon Coast terrain. I was the only one available then."
Lohen let out a low, mocking scoff, but the frantic, wild edge in his posture finally began to crack. He stepped closer to your cot, his boots clicking heavily against the frosted stone floorboards as his possessive, protective instincts took over.
"I don't care about their perimeters," he groaned softly, sitting on the very edge of your mattress. His voice was still trembling with that raw, unfiltered anger, but he reached out, his large, cool hand gently coming to rest over your ankles to anchor you to the bed. "They have thousands of swords at their disposal, but I only have one you. If Hertha needs a vanguard, she can send guy out there to bake in the sun, im sure he'd rather do that anyways. You were supposed to be safe at home. You were supposed to be my one variable that didn't change."
He leaned forward, his head dropping slightly as he let out a long, defeated sigh. "Don't do it again. Next time they contact you on your day off tell them you're unavailable. I’m handling your transfer paperwork first thing tomorrow morning so you're permanently off their emergency rotation."
Barbara comes back in, well she peeked first, but you gestured her to come on in.
She checked your pulse one final time, her shoulders dropping in a soft wave of relief as she looked between you and lohen. "Your fever is completely stable now. You're clear to head home, but you are strictly ordered to bed rest for the next forty-eight hours."
She turned her gaze directly to lohen, "Vice Captain, please make sure she doesn't try to sneak off to do any training, weapon maintenance, or paperwork. Her body just needs plenty of fluids and a nice cool room. I'm trusting you to enforce that."
"Enforce it?" Lohen let out a low, amused chuckle as he stood up from the mattress. "Oh, you don't have to worry about that, Deaconess. I am going to turn our apartment into a literal fortress. She won't even be allowed to look at a pair of combat boots until tuesday."
He gives you a look, and you can already tell its gonna be a lonngggg 48 hours.
note : NOT FULLY PROOFED!! wrote before bed! thank you @cherry-miu for requesting this! i feel like with written works i have more freedom to add like little extra details!! I also changed some things so if the smau and this one don't perfectly align thats why, im sorry! if you guys don't like it ill try to find a way to fix it!! also pls tell me u guys remember guy from genshin, he's an actual knight! pls be nice!!
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಄ no more please! w beelzebub pt. 2
The food blindness with beel didn't stop at nighttime, either. Later that same week, you and beel were lounging on his massive mattress for a quiet movie night in his (& belphie's) bedroom. Across the room, belphie was already in his usual state, completely unconscious, and buried under a mountain of dark purple blankets on his own bed, even rolled up like a giant burrito!
You had volunteered to bring the snacks this time, thinking it would keep things reasonable. You walked in holding a standard sized bowl of buttery popcorn, two drinks, and a couple of regular sized candy bars.
Beel looked at the bowl, then the candy, and then at you with a face of pure horror. He looked like he had just witnessed a genuine tragedy.
"What is that…?" Beel whispered, his voice dropping even lower so he wouldn't disturb his twin.
"It's popcorn for the movie!" you whispered back, sitting down next to him, getting all the stuff set up.
"But... that's barely enough to get us 15 minutes in!" he panicked, his giant frame practically shaking. "Are you punishing yourself? Are we out of money? Did Mammon steal your wallet again?!"
Before you could even answer, beel scrambled out of bed. He flew across the room to his private stash, tearing open cabinets and dragging out two massive, industrial sized buckets of double caramel corn, a crate of chocolate bars, and two giant, two liter bottles of devil cola.
He dumped the entire hoard onto the mattress, burying your legs in junk food before diving back onto the bed and pulling you firmly against his side. He then got in his favorite position, laid on you with his head resting on your tummy, his fingers idly kneading the soft skin as the movie intro started playing.
"So soft…" Beel sighed, completely relieved now that he was laying down and a small fortress of sugar surrounded you both. He popped a handful of chocolate into his mouth, his thumb gently stroking your stomach. "Now we won't starve before the credits."
Right on cue, a sleepy and annoyed groan came from the other side of the room. A messy head of dark blue hair poked out from the mountain of blankets on the second bed.
"Beel... shut up," belphie mumbled, his eyes still squeezed shut as he blindly reached around his mattress, grabbed a stray pillow, and hurled it across the room with surprising accuracy. It bounced right off beel's broad shoulder. "You're projecting your food anxiety again. Let the human breathe... and turn the volume down, the sound is rattling my skull."
Beel didn't even flinch as the pillow hit him. He just adjusted his grip, pulling you a tiny bit closer against his chest while his hand stayed warm and content against your stomach.
"Sorry, belphie," he rumbled softly, using his free hand to grab a piece of white chocolate and toss it blindly across the room. It landed perfectly on his twin's blankets. "Go back to sleep. I left a snack for you."
Belphie’s hand slowly reached out from the blankets, blindly swiping the chocolate before he dragged it inside his fortress and went completely silent again. You just shook your head, leaning back into beel's pillows as his warm face was resting on your stomach and his hands were gently squeezing your waist, completely happy now that his favorite person was properly "stocked" for the movie night.
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note : this is a bit short sorry😞💔. requests are open!!!
Helloooooooooo. This is my first time requesting for Twst and I wanted to ask for something really simple, and platonic if that's alright with you, with the reader catching a cold and the Heartslabyul guys come to check on them. And the reader views Riddle like a younger brother to them. If you're not comfortable with this request that's completely alright and I hope you have a wonderful day or night
಄ heartslabyul guys when you're sick (platonic)
riddle rosehearts
Riddle enters your room with his posture rigidly straight, his hands tucked behind his back as he stands beside your bed. He immediately fixes you with a sharp, stern look, launching into a precise, fast-paced lecture about your lack of self-care.
"Honestly, what were you thinking, walking through the rose maze during yesterday's downpour without an umbrella?" riddle scolds, his voice high and authoritative. "According to rRule 248 of the Queen of Hearts, a proper citizen must maintain absolute physical wellness! Falling ill like this is a severe lapse in discipline. If you had practiced basic foresight, you wouldn't be in this miserable state!"
Inside, you want to groan. A lecture is the last thing you want to hear right now while your head is pounding. But looking closer at him, you can see the slight worry in his eyes. He is just stressed because he cares about you.
Choosing to be grateful, you let out a soft sigh and offer him a sleepy smile. You weakly reach a hand out from under the heavy blankets and lightly pat the top of his neat crimson hair.
Riddle stops talking instantly. His eyes widen in total shock. Within seconds, a bright red blush covers his face and ears, matching his dorm cloak. His strict attitude completely disappears into flustered confusion, and he stumbles a step backward.
"W-W-What are you doing?!" Riddle stammers, his voice turning much higher than usual. "Stop that! Such behavior is highly improper! I am the Housewarden, not your... your family member! Stop looking at me with that- expression!"
He huffs loudly, turning his head away and refusing to look you in the eye. He pretends to be offended, but after a moment, he quietly steps right back to your bedside. Then he leans over and ensures the blankets are snug around you.
"Ensure you drink every last drop of the herbal tea trey prepared," he mumbles under his breath, his face still burning hot as he glares at the wall.
trey clover
Trey is a truly functional and calm presence. He steps into your room quietly, pushing his glasses up his nose as he gently closes the door behind him to block out any hallway noise. He sets a tray on your bedside table with a steaming bowl of light porridge and an herbal tonic he brewed himself.
"Alright, let's keep it quiet in here. I know your head must be pounding," he says softly, giving you a comforting smile as he pulls a chair up to your bedside. "How are you holding up? You look completely wiped out."
He leans forward and gently checks your temperature by pressing the back of his hand against your flushed forehead. His skin feels incredibly cool and soothing against your fever.
"Yeah, you've definitely got a fever." he murmurs, reaching for the bowl of porridge. "I brought you some of this. I made it extra light so it won't upset your stomach. I need you to eat at least a few bites, and then you're taking this herbal tonic. No arguing."
You weakly groan at the mention of the bitter medicine, but trey just chuckles softly and tucks the blankets tighter around your shoulders.
"Don't give me that look," he teases gently. "I've already handled your chores for the next few days. You don't have a single thing to worry about except sleeping. Now, open up."
cater diamond
Cater bursts into your room with a dramatic pout, his phone already raised to take a selfie before he even asks how you're feeling. He practically whines about how boring the dorm is without you around to hang out, leaning over your bed to get a quick "get well soon" Magicam snap of your miserable, blanket-wrapped face.
"Aww, look at our poor prefect! This is a total tragedy!" vcater whines, tapping away on his screen. "No, don't hide under the covers! Let me get a quick pic for the feed. #SickDay #GetWellSoon #SadEmoji #RamshackleCareSquad. There, now everyone can send you good vibes!"
However, the exact second the phone is put away, his influencer persona drops and he becomes surprisingly attentive. He walks over to your washbasin, using a small ice spell to perfectly chill a damp cloth. He walks back and gently lays it across your forehead, flipping your pillows to the cool side with practiced ease.
"There, does that feel a bit better?" he asks, his voice dropping to a much softer, quieter tone so he doesn't hurt your echoing headache. He slides onto the edge of your mattress, pulling out his phone again but keeping the screen dimmed.
"Since you're trapped in bed and completely bored, how about cay-Cay gives you the ultimate rundown on all the latest campus drama?" he offers with a sweet, gentle smile. "I'll read you the funny tea channels in a whisper so you can just drift off to sleep. Just close your eyes, okay?"
ace trappola
Ace walks in with his hands tucked into his pockets, loudly complaining about how inconvenient it is that you got sick because now he has to handle the courtyard cleanup and the lounge duties entirely by himself. He stands at the foot of your bed, leaning against the wooden post.
"Look at you, totally taken down by a simple seasonal sniffle." Ace scoffs, rolling his eyes as he watches you sneeze into a tissue. "You're a total weakling, you know that? Who's gonna help me dodge Riddle's inspections now? You really picked the worst time to slack off."
But under all that bratty complaining, he genuinely felt restless seeing you looking so defeated laying there under your sheets. He grabs a spare quilt from your armchair and throws it over your body, roughly fluffing your pillow with a loud thwack.
"Ace..go away, you're gonna catch my germs" you wheeze out, trying to shoo him away with your hand. Yeah now that you think about it when has that ever stopped him..
"Pfft, Yeah right, like a little cold could touch me," he sneers, pulling up a chair and plonking himself right next to your pillow. He crosses his arms and stares at you with a pout. "I'm staying right here until you finish every last drop of that soup trey brought. Somebody has to make sure you don't accidentally choke or pass out. Shut up and eat so I can stop worrying- I mean, so I can get my cleanup partner back."
deuce spade
Deuce enters your room in a state of absolute panic. The second he sees your flushed face and heavy breathing, his brain completely short circuits, and he starts pacing the floorboards in a panicked way.
"This is bad, this is really bad!" Deuce stammered, gripping his own hair as he paces back and forth. "Your face is entirely red! Should I... should I run to the alchemy lab and smash the lock to get a cooling potion from Professor Crewel? Or maybe you just need to sweat it out! If we wrap you in ten more blankets and you do a hundred push-ups right now, the fever might break!"
"Deuce... please stop pacing, you're making me dizzy..." you weakly call out, your congested voice barely carrying across the small room.
Deuce instantly freezes dead in his tracks. His ears turn a bright red from sheer embarrassment, realizing he was making things worse. He quickly drops to his knees right by your bedside, looking up at you with sincerity.
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to yell!" he whispers frantically, carefully lifting a glass of water from your side table and holding it out to you with both hands. "Please forgive me. Just... drink some water. If you need absolutely anything at all- even if it's an ingredient from the mountain or a specific medicine from the town-! you just have to tell me. I'll sprint across the entire island to get it for you in five minutes. Just focus on getting better, Prefect."
notes : honestly I hope I didn't mischaracterize anyone 😰💔 please request more twst, i do text smaus too!! if anyone wants this with any other house or not platonic lmk!
಄ she’s busy w rin , noa , kaiser
TRANSLATION FOR KAISERS : “I don't know who the hell you are, but you should hope you're not around her anymore when I get there.”
notes : hopefully this is okay! uhm bc i don’t know german i used translate…be nice!!!
಄ lohen finding out you collapsed during a expedition
note: omg i honestly hate this sm, if u guys hate it too ill delete it💔 I WONT DELETE IT U GUYS R SO SWEET
. 原神 ⸝⸝ 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵 𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑻
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collapsed. | lohen — ᢉ𐭩
⤷ written ver.
random texts. | lohen — ᢉ𐭩
overprotective. | lohen — ⃠
bruises. | lohen — ⃠
stamina training. | lohen — ⃠
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. 極楽街 ⸝⸝ 𝑮𝑶𝑲𝑼𝑹𝑨𝑲𝑼𝑮𝑨𝑰
ᢉ𐭩 = fluff / crack | ✃ = angst | ⃠ = nsfw / 18+ / mature content
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nursing you back to health. | yomi — ᢉ𐭩
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಄ no more please! w beelzebub
You were sitting at the kitchen island in the HoL, peacefully scrolling through your phone. Your stomach let out a barely audible rumble. It was just a normal human hint that lunchtime was approaching. Nothing pressing.
Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend, beelzebub, was in the room.
His ears twitched. His massive, 6’4 frame spun around from the refrigerator instantly, his amber eyes wide with life or death seriousness.
"You're hungry..” beel muttered, his voice a worried rumble as he strode over and gripped the edges of your chair. "Your stomach made the sad sound. Don't worry. I'll order us a quick and light snack from Hell's Burger."
"Oh, thank you, beel! Just something small is fine," you smiled, completely forgetting who you were talking to.
Ten minutes later, the kitchen counter was completely buried under a literal mountain of crinkly brown paper bags. Beel had used his VIP express delivery app, and the sheer volume of food was staggering.
He proudly dropped a massive plate in front of you with a heavy thud. It wasn't a snack. It was a literal tower of five human world burgers (and his double poison cheeseburger ofc), a mountain of human safe fries and acidic fries that looked like a small volcano, and two whole limited time hell fire roasted chickens.
"Eat up," beel said happily, sitting across from you with an identical pile. except his pile also included a full rack of ribs and a whole chocolate cake. "We need to make sure you stay strong."
You stared at the mountain of grease and meat, your jaw dropping. You could feel your stomach cramping just looking at it."Beel... this could feed the entire-! I can't eat all of this!"
Beel paused, a half-eaten burger hovering inches from his mouth. He looked at your plate, then looked at you, his eyebrows furrowing in deep confusion.
"But... it’s just the appetizer...?" he said softly, his voice dropping into a whimper that made him look like a giant, dejected puppy. "Is it bad? Did I order the wrong thing? Are you sick?"
"No- no! It looks amazing!" you panicked, desperately trying to reassure him before he started crying. "It’s just... humans have tiny stomachs compared to yours, beel. If I eat two of these burgers, my internal organs will literally shut down."
Beel blinked, staring at your stomach like he was trying to solve a complex math equation. He reached out a massive, calloused hand and gently patted your waist with terrifying caution, as if your human torso might shatter.
"Tiny...?" he whispered, his eyes melting with intense sympathy. "That sounds so painful. How do you survive on so little energy? No wonder you're so soft."
Dating the Avatar of Gluttony meant you ate incredibly well, but it also meant your body had naturally adjusted to the lifestyle. While you were still pretty small by nature, the semi toned stomach you used to have had softened up over the months. Now, there was a soft layer of fat over your belly now, it was a physical receipt of all the sweet treats and late-night takeout you shared with him.
As beel's massive hand rested against your waist, his thumb brushed over that exact soft spot. Instead of letting go, his expression shifted from panic to adoration. He leaned forward, his face burying right into your shoulder as he wrapped his heavy arms entirely around your middle, his broad palm flattening against your soft stomach.
"I like it," beel mumbled against your neck, letting out a low, content hum that vibrated right through you. "You're so warm. And you're getting softer. It feels nice when I hold you like this. It means I'm taking good care of you."
"I survive perfectly fine, I promise." you laughed, leaning back into his massive chest. "How about I eat one burger and some fries, and you help me finish the rest?"
Beel’s face instantly lit up like a christmas tree. The sheer speed at which his mood flipped back to pure unadulterated joy was insane
"Really? You're sharing with me?" he beamed, his tail practically wagging in spirit. "I love you so much."
Before you could even finish your first bite, beel’s hands were a blur. The chickens vanished. Three of your burgers disappeared into his mouth in two bites. Mammon walked into the kitchen, took one look at the monstrous pile of food and immediately yelled "Hey! Why does the human get a buffet while I'm stuck eating Lucifer's leftovers?!" only for only for beel to fix him with an unblinking stare that sent him retreating right back into the hallway with a loud whinE.
You just shook your head, chewing your burger while your giant, gluttonous boyfriend kept a hyper-vigilant eye on your plate, ready to inhale the scraps. You go king...
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note : I've branched out to obey me now omg. yippeee. beel lovers how are we doing. i have a pt 2 of this in my drafts, comment if you’d like me to post it!!
. オベイミー ⸝⸝ 𝑶𝑩𝑬𝒀 𝑴𝑬
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no more please. 1 | beelzebub — ᢉ𐭩
⤷ no more please. 2 | beelzebub — ᢉ𐭩
dessert. | beelzebub — ⃠
pervert. | belphegor — ⃠
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