Seeds For Tomorrow
Inspired by the brave Ukrainian woman who told the invading Russian soldier “Put sunflower seeds in your pocket so that sunflowers will grow when you die here.”
trying on a metaphor

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Cosimo Galluzzi
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we're not kids anymore.
Not today Justin

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One Nice Bug Per Day

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occasionally subtle
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Seeds For Tomorrow
Inspired by the brave Ukrainian woman who told the invading Russian soldier “Put sunflower seeds in your pocket so that sunflowers will grow when you die here.”
Seduce Me
GN!MC x Satan
You left a message on his D.D.D, it was only natural he come to find you in the library. And what else were you going to do with your precious time alone, where you’re lips are so close, and your head’s so close to his lap?
“Were you waiting for me?” He asked with a smile, as he took a seat next to you and to peer down at your notes that were spread all over the table, more messily than usual but not enough for him to comment about. He found you back in the far corner of RAD’s library, exactly where you promised you’d wait for him in your text, after begging for a brief tutoring session before exam season started. He watched as you jumped slightly, as if startled from your reading, to sheepishly smile up to him, already too close for just a normal study session.
“Maybe I was?”
Satan couldn’t help but lean in closer, a smile playing at the corners of his lips as he put a hand on the cushion next to your leg, thumb dangerously brushing against your thigh, and the other on the back of the couch, cornering you carefully against the arm of the chaise. You blushed slightly, looking away for just a moment, before your perfectly clear eyes slowly came back to meet his.
“Hm… First of all,” You hummed softly, before putting your hand to his chest, fingers splaying just enough to be tempting before he felt a distinctive push as you forced the demon back. “Perhaps… you could keep an appropriate distance? We are in a library, after all.”
Ah, right. Your voice was like a shock to his system, cold water on an overheated body. The two of you were in public… But that brief moment where your lips were close enough to touch, where your breaths could mingle and nothing obstructed his gaze, it wasn’t long enough. He wasn’t inherently greedy, but who knew what could happen if he didn’t get at least another moment like that with you.
“So, was there something you wanted to talk to me about?” He asked, his tone betraying him slightly as he tried to steady his breathing for a moment.
“I think you already know the answer, don’t you?”
“I’ll admit, it was clever.” Satan hummed, eyeing you with a small chuckle as you adjusted your posture and smoothed out the wrinkles on your lap absentmindedly. “Using a tutoring session to get me alone, that is. I’m sure Lucifer is on to us, but my other brothers, not so much.”
Hungry for More
Sentient!Obey Me, Beelzebub x GN!Reader
Imagine not only if the brothers were sentient... but they could also watch you through your camera? Beel gains sentience, and all he can do is watch you living your life... But his favorite thing to watch is you thriving in the kitchen.
//so the original I think came from @candymeowz headcanons from forever ago, but for whatever reason this hit me like a damn freight train and won’t leave my brain lol I might make a series out of this, haven’t decided on everyone yet, but we’ll see where it goes
It was crushing when he realized he was all alone.
Beel opened his eyes, and instead of the ceiling and walls he thought he’d always know, he was greeted with an expansive blackness and the occasional glimmer of letters and numbers that just made no sense. It wasn’t hot, or cold, there was no fragrance to the air and no sound. It was a totally empty void, surrounding him and also expanding as far as he could see. His stomach rumbled slightly, the growl soft but the hunger pressing, and he stood, deciding sitting and staring at nothing wouldn’t get him far.
But as he walked, his footsteps heavy on the ground, he realized that no matter how far he walked, he didn’t seem to be going anywhere.
No one was there, no matter how hard he looked or how loud he called for them, no one would answer him. It was as if his brothers and friends were just… gone. Only when he caught a flicker of code, angry and hungry enough to try and eat whatever it was did he realize that this is what summoned his world.
Phasmophobia
Leviathan x GN!Reader
You suggested you play your favorite horror game together, and the next thing you know, you and Levi are trapped in a closet, bodies pressed too closely together for nothing to happen.
//Yo so this has heavy references to the game Phasmophobia, but you don’t need to know anything about it to read this. Also its a bit longer than some of my others so I guess you could say its a bit of a slow burn? lol
“Hey, want to do the campsite, or Tanglewood next?”
He hummed in thought, before shrugging. “It’s getting late, I’ll do a Tanglewood if you set it to nightmare.”
Leviathan smiled fondly as you nodded and set the settings. He didn’t think he’d enjoy this particular game as much as he did, since it was from the human world and all. But honestly, when hooking it up to his new, limited edition, total immersion 4D virtual reality console, he had the feeling it was going to be totally worth his while. It may have only been the first session he’d played with just you, but he had a good feeling that things were going his way, especially since you were clearly knowledgeable enough to play seriously.
“You’ve not played nightmare yet, have you? It’s the hardest difficulty, and there’s a lot of differences.” You said, but he just waved you off as he messed with the equipment in the lobby.
“Are you taking me for a normie? I’ll be fine, this game isn’t even that scary!”
Sweetly Sadistic
Gn!MC x Barbatos, sub!Barb
Barbatos can’t help but discover that while shocking, this sadistic side to Them is hard to deny...
The table was glittering with the gold finery that was a staple to the House of Lamentation, polished to a mirror shine and absolutely gleaming in the candlelight. Under the flame from the candles, delicate arrangements of roses and cosmos spread between tiered trays with small sponges and sweets. Thankfully the tablecloth was already spotless, but with a bit of his magic, it truly glowed, as if it were brand new. This was familiar, calming work, despite the horrid situation.
“I told you, you had 30 seconds to finish the preparations. Why aren’t you finished?”
Barbatos just sighed deeply, his smile still calm and in place as he brought the tray to the table where everyone was already seated. There they were – the exchange student, his friend, his crush? – sitting lazily in their usual seat at the table, commanding the room with the slight black mist that rolled off of them occasionally. He stared at the curse for a moment, before catching himself. “I’m finishing now, I apologize for making you wait.”
Going Further
GN!Reader x Diavolo
mild spoils for the new Diavolo devilgram // nsfw for suggestive themes, nothing explicit
You had no idea what you were getting into when you let Diavolo kiss you.
The first kiss is tender, airy, and tentative, as if Diavolo is still on edge from the party that distantly continues beneath your feet. You could tell that he still has so much weighing on his mind, how he won’t directly meet your gaze, and how the soft sigh escapes him. He’s looking away from you, out to the horizon, as if something out there has hypnotized the prince. Without even thinking, you reach up and lay one hand on his shoulder, and use the other to gently guide his gaze back to yours, and you carefully lean so close that you can feel the heat radiating from his cheeks.
“It’s just the two of us now in this room…” Your quiet murmur echoes around the room, lips just a breath apart. You remind him gently that you’re alone, the room may be unfamiliar, nothing like the dark and cozy walls of Diavolo’s personal bedroom, but its still inviting and warm. You trail your hand down his arm, letting your fingers gently dip beneath the fabric of his jacket to smooth the shirt sleeve until you find his wrist. Slowly, your hand pulls away, but only long enough to douse the light, suddenly submerging you into total darkness save for the brilliant stars outside your window, and the almost glowing marble floors and wall reflecting the devildom moonlight.
All is quiet between you for a moment; your breaths, the sound of the ocean beneath the ship, and the distant music of the party filling the space where words could not. Your gaze finally rises to meet his almost glowing eyes in the night. You stare up into the gold, drowning in his slightly surprised expression for a moment, before it melts into a fond smile.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
With his murmur, suddenly his lips are on yours, pressing further than before. His warm, smooth hands gently wrap around your waist, and distantly you wonder if you’re moving, but it’s a fleeting thought. Instead, your attention is on his lips, gentle and inviting, coaxing you deeper into this forbidden warmth. All you can taste is the Demonus you were sharing earlier, the alcohol coating his tongue in thick, liquid bravery, but underneath the slight burn is citrus -- bright and attention grabbing, just like the demon laying you on the oversized bed.
When you both break for air, pausing just for a moment to gaze at each other, you look up at the demon prince that towers above you, who’s name tumbles from your lips in a reverent gasp. Diavolo’s flushed, panting and smiling, a chuckle on his lips as he gazes at your inevitably disheveled appearance. You’re far from caring, though, desperate for another taste and lost in the warmth behind his chuckle. His presence is overwhelming for a moment, the scent of cedar, neroli and patchouli all combining with something that just screams Diavolo surrounding you until it’s all you can breathe. He seemingly waits for a moment, until you’re about to gasp his name again, before lowering himself down to resume what he had started.
What happened to your clothes? You’re sure you were wearing them a moment ago, but with his warmth pressed against you, his chest flush with yours and his hands gently grasping your shoulders, you quickly forget about the heap of satin and silks that you came dressed in that were now laying in a messy heap on the floor next to his. Instead, you’re left to focus on his hands, his body, the way his much larger frame pins you to the almost too cold sheets beneath you, grounding you in this moment that lasts forever. Your hands wrap desperately around his shoulders and neck, tangling in his hair to pull him even closer for more. He’s just too alluring for you to let go.
You have no idea how long you stay like that, unsure where you end and Diavolo begins. You are only given a moment to breathe when he breaks the kiss, before you choke again. His lips move down towards your jaw, and before you can grasp what’s happening, he’s nipping and kissing your throat, cheeks, neck, the tiny marks left behind to broadcast to the world that you are his, and he is yours. With a soft, feathery sigh, you close your eyes again, lost in the rhythm of his lust and the rocking of the ship.