#gray thoughts

Thanks to @pennygalleon and @softlystarstruck for yanking me out of my cave with a tag! I feel I'm in a good spot to dive back into drarry again, so thank you for the little nudge i think i needed 💚 Lovely humans, both of you, and such thoughtful goals. I've given it a bit of thought and here are a few of mine:

1. Engage more despite my discomfort. Most days, I'm still a bit anxious to jump into a busy discord server or send a DM to a writer I admire. That anxiety has been limiting for me in how I participate in fandom, and, to be frank, I just need to get over it because everyone I've spoken with in this fandom is so supportive and wonderful. I've made some lovely friends this year and taken some steps towards being more engaged, but I'd like to let more of that anxiety go this year. One way I'd like to do that is...

2. Beta more. I actually found a lot of joy in betaing for @sweet-s0rr0w a few times this year. Flexing those skills after so long felt good and valuable and validating. I want to do more. Which will be especially valuable when I need to...

3. Be patient with myself. If I'm not writing, I'm still a writer. Take that time of empty inspiration and lift others up. By betaing. Cheerleading. But also writing more recs, leaving more comments, and filling that empty cup with other's lovely creations. Which. Inevitably, means I need to....

4. Read. Read everything. When I don't feel like reading, remind myself why I like it and read anyway. I've a pile of books and a couple hundred fics on a TBR, and this year has just not. been. it. for reading. The last few weeks, that itch to read has finally started up again, and I feel a bit more like myself. It feels like I'm crawling out of a hibernation and breathing in the spring air 🌼

5. Art, fandom or otherwise. All of that supplies has gotten a tad dusty over the years 😅 I'd like to pull some of those brushes back out again.

Sometimes you'll argue with someone, feel your anger is justified -- know it is -- and the other person will still think you're in the wrong.

They'll ask for an apology, they'll say all the things a victim would say, and it still doesn't make you wrong.

Just because someone asks for an apology doesn't mean they deserve one.

Don't give in. When you've evaluated your own actions and you still feel you've done nothing wrong, don't let them take that from you.

Don't equivocate on your feelings, don't let people demand things from you that are unhealthy to give.

Tw: blood sucking, biting

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"you sure you're ok with this?" Diaval's mouth hovered over your neck, his breath sending chills down your spine. Your scent was divine, but he knew how dangerous just a taste could be.

"y-yes..." You whispered, closing your eyes.

You felt Diaval's tongue drag against your skin. He warned you that it might feel hot, but he didn't really specify what kind of "hot" he meant. You didn't realize it would be actual warmth radiating from where his saliva met your skin.

He wrapped his arms more tightly against you, trailing one of his large hands up your back until it met the base of your skull. You were panting now, such a sweet sound for him. Without biting you, he sucked on your soft skin only to chuckle when you whimpered.

Maybe he was playing with his food a little. But you were so cute he couldn't help it.

You felt his teeth graze against your skin, the heat in your body flaring up. Spreading. Your breathing was unsteady as you felt his fangs sink in, quickly pressing his tongue over your bleeding neck as he sucked at your vein.

You moaned as the fire in you pooled in your arousal, the direct contact with his spit almost too much to bear. When he groaned into your neck, you couldn't stop yourself from grinding against him.

You tasted better than he ever could have imagined. The sweet sounds pouring from your lips only made you taste better as you desperately bucked your hips against him. He really undersold how intense the aphrodisiac in a vampire's spit was to humans, or maybe you really did want him this bad. He could feel his cock stiffen against you as the thought.

Fuck him silly so the entire devildom knows the prince is ur hoe😈❤️‍🔥

anon u are so right

18+ NSFW content ahead, minors DNI

tw: sub! Dia x dom! GN MC, begging

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Diavolo loved being spread so nicely for you. His cock was hard just from your gaze raking over him. He craved your attention so desperately, he couldn't help but whimper when you finally ran your fingers up his abs.

"Eager, are we?" You chuckled, gently directing his jaw so his flushed face is directed at you.

"Y-yes, master..." You swore his cheeks got redder when he called you master.

"Good." You smiled. Your hand trailed back down his torso, pinching his nipples while he couldn't do anything about it. His hands were cuffed together and bound to the bedframe. He moaned softly in response, as if to ask for more.

You watched his cock twitch as you toyed with him, a sinister grin on your face. You flickered your gaze back to his face, seeing that he hadn't looked away. In fact, those puppy-dog eyes staring back told you exactly what he wanted without a word from his lips.

"You know better than that." You scoffed. That look hadn't worked on you in a while. He always tried, though.

"Ah..." His mouth dropped open as your fingers trailed along his inner thigh, a bead of precum dribbling from his shaft. "P-please... MC, please..."

"Please, MC, what?" You tilted your head innocently.

"You know what I want." He growled.

"And you know what I want." You responded just as harshly, fingers now trailing so closely to his sex it drove him insane. He whimpered again, the harshness of his tone completely dissipated as he turned into a desperate mess.

"Use me, MC..." He mumbled. "I can't take it! Please, fuck me, do whatever you want, MC... I'm just your toy, please, I'm begging you, FUCK ME!" He got louder as he spoke, and you were sure the entire castle heard him scream the final fuck me, if not the whole neighborhood.

He would love feeling their soft tummy, snuggling into the warm, pillowy softness when he's stressed out from all his work. Their face is so squishy and cute, his adoration for humans more than doubling when he gets to squeeze those chubby cheeks and pepper their soft face with his kisses until they're smiling ear to ear, only making their chubby cheeks more prominent and susceptible to the squish.

Their thighs and ass are heavenly to him. If he's serving them, he loves feeling them up and down, touching every inch of their body. He loves pushing their legs apart and leaving love bites and hickies between their legs, making sure they know how much he loves every bit of them. Their ass fits so well in his large hands, it's perfect for him to cup in his hands as he holds them up while fucking them hard.

If MC is servicing him, he LOOOVES getting his face sat on. He wants to be enveloped in them and reassures them they won't hurt him, in fact, he pulls them down hard on his face so he can pleasure them and himself. He loves how soft it feels. He loves the look of MC pleasuring him, looking down to his plus size god/goddess, he loves every bit of them and seeing them from that angle makes him so happy.

Whenever they're fucking, he's so grateful for the love handles. He loves holding onto them as an extra grip on their body as he's slamming into them, and goes crazy for the way their body moves with each thrust. He thinks it's absolutely amazing how a human being could be so beautiful.

Afterwards, he loves snuggling. Oh the cuddles with this man. He would make sure MC knows that they are loved and that he loves them for who they are, and that they're the most beautiful human to ever grace his devildom.

I'm so sorry if this is messy, it's just a drabble I have been thinking of all night and wanted to share haha!

- new 🦈 anon

omg 🦈 you get it!!! (can I call you sharkie? I'm gonna call you sharkie)

Dia would love a chubby MC for sure- the man is so touch starved and he loves an MC that's so plush and touchable! He's so smitten with his fat MC he can't take his eyes off them. The way their body moves, the way their clothes hug their form, he can't handle it tbh.