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heeliopheelia · 7 months

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐍𝐍

genre: smut ♥ word count: 1.3k ♥ warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, hair pulling, orgasm denial, overstimulation, eating out

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

a/n: gah dayum even jake lasted longer than me, i need a doctor... did i really outhorny probably the horniest mf on this planet

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LEE HEESEUNG lasts until... November 6th

"Baby, oh my god," Heeseung whines above you, voice higher on its pitch than usually. The overstimulation subconsciously has him pressing you even deeper into the mattress of his bed and your head spins as you look at him through blurry eyes. He's so messy, so lewd and sloppy – and all that only after not even a one week of not fucking you. "Look what you're doing to me. 'm so weak for you, baby."

He rests his head in the crook of your neck, hips working into yours with deep strokes. He's falling apart in your pussy, breathing heavily onto your skin and groping every single inch of your body. The tortuously slow pace is causing the tears to push in the back of the both of your eyes and you clench your thighs around him even tighter.

"You feel so good," you breathe out, the crispy evening air slipping through the crack of your tilted open window and making you shiver as it hits your sweaty skin.

Your arms wrapped around his neck are nearly suffocating him with their hold but he doesn't care for the lack of air, mind only wrapped around making the two of you cum.

"Never doing that again," he mumbles into your neck, hips rutting against yours chaotically. The sound of your moans blends together as you reach your climax in the same time as he spills his seeds inside of you.

His arms tremble on each side of your head, his muscles flexing as he slowly rocks forward to ride out your orgasms. After a moment, he lifts his head up and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose before nuzzling into your warm cheek.

"Never again."

PARK JAY lasts until... November 24th

He was doing so fucking well. There's only less than a week until December and he was absolutely sure he could finish the challenge.

But noooooo... Out of the blue, you've decided that today is the day you finally want to tease him, to make him lose his damn mind and finally fuck you dumb. You can feel his eyes carefully tracing your every move. You put in the effort to sway your hips a little more sensually than usual, to flip your wet hair obnoxiously and let the loose silk robe slip down your left arm, causing your skin to cover with goosebumps only a second after.

And, ah, success, you think to yourself with a small smile playing on your lips as you hear him let out an annoyed sigh, then take impatient strides towards you. You stop in your place when he clicks his tongue and you turn your face slightly to the side, sending him the most confused look you're able to muster.

"Is something the matter?" You ask lightly, facing him fully when he doesn't respond.

That's when his arm wraps itself around your waist and pulls you flush to his chest. He leans down and starts kissing and nibbling at your exposed shoulder, making you slightly arch your back in his embrace. You tilt your head to the side and let his mouth work on your skin.

"You're a bad, bad girl after all, aren't you?" He mumbles into your neck, moving away slightly to look at your face after pulling you even closer to him and grinding his hardened bulge against you.

You suck in a breath when his hand slowly trails up your spine and tangles in your hair, suddenly pulling you down until you're situated on your knees right in front of him. You don't get much to say when he unbuckles his pants and lets them drop to his ankles, his fingers caressing your cheek softly as he looks at you with a wild sparkle in his eye.

"Let's put that pretty little mouth of yours to use now, huh?" He hums, pulling your hair out of your face and into a makeshift ponytail with his hands. "Gonna fuck you for all the days we've lost this month."

SIM JAKE lasts until... November 2nd

As hurt as Jake's pride was when all of his friends had laughed in his face at the idea of him even participating in such event, he has to shamefully admit they were right as now it's only the second day in and he's already folding you in half like a goddamn lawn chair. It's a little pathetic maybe – probably, but he really can't find in himself a single cell to care when you're so prettily sprawled out beneath him like now. He's addicted to you and he finds no shame in admitting so.

He pistons his hips into you, thrust almost maddening as his big hands are placed on each of your lifted thighs. The sounds you let out make him only go faster and rougher, the greed for hearing even more overtaking his senses.

"Take it, baby," he gasps out. Your head lolls backwards into the pillows again and you're no longer able to hold yourself up. "Fucking take it all."

You want to beg for him to give you a break after going at it for so long, but you can't. Because you're just as down bad for him, if not even more. You're slipping away from reality and yet you keep spreading your legs for him, ignoring the burning pain in your flexed muscles.

"'m so close," you choke out, digging your fingers into his toned shoulders and finally wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer to your aching body. "Cum in me, please. Want you to fill me up."

He swears you're gonna make him lose his damn mind.

And yes, his friends were right, he is whipped for you. He is unable to go even three days without feeling you clenching on his cock. He is needy and whiny. But he's also the one who has the most beautiful girl crying out his name in the middle of the night for all the neighbours to hear – not them.

PARK SUNGHOON lasts until... November 13th

He really fucking wanted to win this stupid challenge. You're just too tempting. It's like you've been brought to this earth solely for the purpose of making him fail at this bet.

"Such a tease. Not so funny now, huh?"

He uses his strong arms to hold your thighs down and buries his face deeper in between your legs. You're shaking from the overstimulation, being edged for as long as you are, nearly screaming out as Sunghoon denies another one of your orgasms. He bites into the soft flesh of your inner thigh and swats your hand away when it tugs on his hair desperately.

"Do I really need to tie your hands down for you to finally listen to me, doll?" He sighs with faked annoyance, looking up to watch your flushed and fucked out face scrunching up in frown so prettily again. Your mouth is parted open, letting out his favorite sounds in the entire world each time he made contact with your sensitive clit.

He ducks down to graze his lips over your swollen bud and you jerk in his hold, back arching off the bed and head rolling backwards until you're facing the wooden headboard. Sunghoon pays no mind to the hard and dripping cock in his pants – his focus being on you only.

"You always taste so sweet," he speaks suddenly, making you squirm as his breath hits your wet cunt. "Such a pretty doll. Just for me and my eyes only."

And he thinks that this time he'll finally let you come. He'll have to if he doesn't want you blacking out on him from another orgasm denial. So he slips two of his thick fingers inside of you without a warning. He doesn't even need to move them once to have you coming all over his hand with a cry on your lips, toes curling into the bed sheets as your body trembles underneath his touch.

Sunghoon hasn't even noticed how close to his own release he actually was, so with a surprised yelp he feels the sudden rush of pleasure shooting down his stomach and within a blink of an eye his sweatpants are stained with cum. His eyelids flutter closed as he lets out a long and quiet groan.

"There we fucking go."

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paegei · 4 months

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MOANER, GROANER, OR WHIMPERER ?

what sounds do the seventeen members make in bed ?

NSFW CONTENT ! MDNI !

a/n: GUYS i am so sorry i haven't written in so long ╯︿╰ i lose motivation for things VERY easily. anywho,,, if anyone has any requests or anything feel free to send them in ! ( just be prepared for me to take my time to respond ϵ( ‘Θ’ )϶ )

MOANER:

jeonghan:

when i tell you this man has the PRETTIEST moans i mean it. borderline angelic. every noise that comes out of his mouth has you on the verge of orgasm LITERALLY. he's upstaging you i'm sorry !

joshua:

the things i would do to hear him moaning.... 28:50 of the youngji interview is EMBEDDED in my brain. def more on the quiet side, his moans are pretty low in volume, but he is for SURE right next to your ear cuz he knows how much his moans affect you.

jun:

pathetic moans. PATHETIC. loud, whiny, GUTTURAL moans. he also has no shame. and i mean that. does not care how loud he's being. he has to let you know how good you make him feel, who cares about who hears ? also def makes those ah- ah- ah- sounds before he cums

minghao:

hao's moans are like josh's, low in volume but close enough for you to hear. gives me the vibes of someone who doesn't make much noise in bed, he prefers to focus on your blabbering, but when his sounds grace your ears, it is HEAVENLY. ( his moans are borderline whimpers too just saying )

seungkwan:

DEEP. DEEP. SO DEEP. yk that one good to me performance where he said "make some noise" in his deep ass voice ? yeah, that's his tone in bed. moans coming straight from the chest LAWDDDDDD. was pretty shy at first when it came to making noise, but after seeing how badly it affected you ( because who wouldn't go insane hearing them ), he just goes AT IT. unless he's in sub mode and is borderline sobbing

GROANER:

seungcheol:

bro. words could not describe how hot this man sounds ( i would know we're actually married ). GUTTERAL groaning. genuinely sounds like he is working out ＞︿＜ lets out a groan every time he pulls out, followed by a whimper when he shoves his cock back in :/

wonwoo:

practically inaudible with how deep his groans are. all you would be able to hear is this deep grumble. rarely likes making sounds in bed as he prefers to be all ears for your moans, but hey, sometimes good sex makes a man whimper okay there's nothing wrong with that :3

vernon:

kinda like jun, in the aspect that his groans have a pathetic tilt to them. every sound he makes, no matter how hard he tries to keep them in, just ends up sounding absolutely RUINED. im talking you'd think he was crying from how desperate he sounds ( maybe he is who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

chan:

he's right on the barrier between groans and gasps. OMLLLL HIS LITTLE GASP WHEN HE FIRST SLIPS IN !!!!!!!!!!! no shame either he wants to let the whole world know he's getting the best pussy of his LIFE. anime girl ~gah~ kinda noises IM SORRY

WHIMPERER:

jihoon:

dooooont care what you think. he WHIMPERS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! his whimpers are very low in volume however, he knows that if the guys ever found out the little noises he makes for you he would be a goner. tries his hardest to hold the whines back, much to your dismay, but at least then you get the gorgeous sight of him biting his lip till it bleeds (/▽＼)

seokmin:

man does not care how embarrassing his sounds are he NEEDS you to know how good you feel. he is the EPITONE of whimpers. men be afraid to moan in their girls ear, but seokmin is sobbing out "f-fuck oh m- oh my god- 's good, 's good-" and other barely audible curses :3

mingyu:

his whimpers are WET sorrynotsorry. im saying he's borderline drooling. dumb puppy can't help it if your cunt feels so good :( sobs, cries, just the most desperate and shaky words tumbling from his mouth ( if he can still form words is a different story ).

ALL OF THE ABOVE:

soonyoung:

does not give a FUCK what noise he is making, he's just going for it. somehow sounds like whimpers, cries and growls all in one ?? also yes 80% of the time he is growling but are we suprised. just says any word that comes to his mind too. bro does nawt understand why people hold in their moans... if it feels good, it feels good you know ?

not proof-read ! lmk if there's any mistakes (づ￣ 3￣)づ

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 25 days

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Wait

Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble part 3 - 3.4K WC NSFW 18+

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (you are here!)

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Warnings: SMUT, like gah damn, Feyd being sweet and soft but only for you because fuck everyone else, the Baron being a creep, Reverend Mother - ness, using the voice, blood, virginity loss (its a social construct but whatever), consent king, aftercare, scheming, plotting, play fighting to show who's boss, bad ass reader, honest to god - this is a GOOD one

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You watched as the servants removed the bodies of Feyd’s darlings. They seemed so unbothered, you realized this was probably not the first time they had cleaned up bodies. Your regular maids tried not to watch as they dressed you, keeping their heads low.

“Wait,” you said to the maid removing the blade brought to the ambush from last night.

Feyd leaned against the doorway, watching.

“Wait.” you said a bit louder as she moved to leave your apartments.

“STOP.” you said using the voice.

The woman stopped dead in her tracks, eyes going wide as she stood still.

“BRING ME THE KNIFE.” you commanded. Your maids moved away from you so the woman could bring you the blade. You felt the cold steel in your palm before your spoke again, “LEAVE US, ALL OF YOU.”

The door shut quickly and when your eyes met Feyd’s you couldn’t help but comment on his smug appearance.

“What?” you asked him innocently, tilting your head slightly.

“You’re taking to our ways already. Power suits you, Na-Baroness.” he said as he approached you slowly, picking up your free hand to kiss your knuckles.

He kissed them softly before you saw his eyes flit to the long knife in your opposite hand. You watched him start to shift his stance slightly. Everything slowed down as you gave him a cheeky smile. He yanked you towards him by the hand he was still holding onto. You ducked down, his grip holding your wrist. You elbowed him in the back of the knee, as he fell you ripped your arm from his grasp. He threw his arm out at you again, attempting to get ahold of you. The force from ripping your arm away threw you back, using that to your advantage you threw both your feet into his chest, kicking him back. He fell onto his back. Before he could anticipate another move you climbed on top of him, knees on his biceps.

You flipped the knife around, holding it to his neck, “Yield?” you questioned, breathing heavy with a grin tugging at your lips.

His black teeth were visible between his small panting breaths. You felt his hips shift before you felt one of his legs curl over your shoulder, forcing you to the floor. Now he straddled you, moving to hold one of your arms down you threw the knife, catching it with your opposite. You held the knife to Feyd’s ribs.

“Yield?” you asked again.

“You’re not in a position to be asking me to yield.” he chuckled lowly, “You think I’m afraid of being stabbed?” he chided.

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Don’t test me, husband.”

“Or what, wife?” he responded. You had never seen him so playful. Granted this was a violent situation and most in your position would be absolutely petrified.

Not you though. Fear is the mind killer. “LEAN FORWARD.” you said, the voice making his body lurch. You smacked your head into his, knocking him over. He groaned at the sharp pain before he looked at you. You expected rage to be in his eyes; the formidable Feyd Rautha losing a fight? Never. Yet all you saw was complete adoration, and even a hint of lust. You held the knife under his chin, “Yield?” you asked finally.

His eyes raked over you, you were starting to enjoy seeing him on his knees before you. He nodded before standing. You threw the knife onto the bed before looking at him. You left a small cut on his cheek when you headbutted him, you swiped up the dribble of blood seeping out onto your thumb. Feyd watched your every move. You put your thumb in your mouth, sucking the iron from your digit. His pupils were blown wide, the air in the room felt thick. You felt an unfamiliar warmth ignite in your lower belly, it trickled down to your core. You wanted more of the feeling but weren’t sure how to amplify it, or what even caused it.

Your eyes were lost in each other, locked in, focusing solely on the current moment. Feyd’s hands ghosted over your hips, you moved closer to him. Your breaths mingled, lips a centimeter apart. The door flew open, the Reverend Mother entering with fellow Bene Gesserit sisters following behind her. Feyd’s face instantly grew cold, but you could see it was to save face from the immense annoyance he felt.

“Breed them later,” she said, waving Feyd off. “You have been summoned by The Baron, quickly now.” she said before turning to walk out, expecting you to follow her.

Your eyes shifted to Feyd who was already looking at you with worry etched onto his sharp features. You opened your mouth to speak before he put his finger over his mouth, motioning for you to hush. He walked to you silently, pulling your dress up he attached his Holtzman shield to your upper thigh. You watched as he turned it on, a blue blur shimmering over you slightly before settling. You felt Feyd’s fingertips ghost over your thigh, making your eyes flutter closed and head tilt back. The warmth from earlier back in full force. Oh - he was what made you feel like that. He released your dress, adjusting it back to its rightful place before he squeezed your hand. “Be cautious, trust no one.” he whispered before leaving, glaring at the Reverend Mother as he went.

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You kneeled before the Baron as you entered the Great Hall. You kept your head down and eyes off him, “Baron.”

“I’ve been told you killed three maids.” he said gruffly, smoking his pipe.

“Three maids who tried to kill me.” you responded, rising.

“And how did you manage this?” he chuckled, “Did Feyd do it? You can tell me, he won’t get in trouble. Maids are so easily replaceable.”

“I assure you, I killed them. I was trained in combat by a former member of the Sardaukar.” you said, hands clenching each other tightly.

“And you said her sister was preferable? She seems more than adequate.” he said to the Reverend Mother, blowing out a puff of smoke. “How is married life?”

You bit your tongue, not wanting to dignify him with an answer. “I am doing my very best to please the Na-Baron.” you said.

“My nephew has never been easy to please. He grows bored quickly; and you killed his darlings. What will become of you when he is bored and has no toys?” the Baron laughed.

“We shall see.” you said, jaw clenched, fighting the urge to snap at him. Harkonnen’s are full of fury, but you had learned that patience and planning was the best way to know your enemy. You were always watching, observing. And what you observed now was the Baron, testing you. Seeing which way you would fall, to him or to Feyd. “I live to serve House Harkonnen.” you said, kneeling and holding your arms out, opening yourself up completely. Your head was bowed but you honed your hearing in, listening to the silent exchange between the Reverend Mother and the Baron. This skill was more difficult for you than the voice but you managed.

You listened to their minds echo.

“Use her to control Feyd.” thought the Reverend Mother.

You could feel the Baron’s agreement, “Control Feyd, control the Emperium entirely.”

You kept your face devoid of emotion, your mind clear so Reverend Mother knew nothing of your eavesdropping.

“Rise.” said the Baron.

You gave him a sweet smile, “Might I walk the halls? I have yet to adjust my eyes to the darkness of Geidi Prime, I would like to heighten my sight.” asimple, silly request but one you hoped he would oblige.

“Of course.” said the Baron.

You bowed to him and the Reverend Mother before walking out of the hall. You walked back towards your apartments, wanting to talk to Feyd about what just transpired. When you arrived Feyd was nowhere to be found.

You walked up to your guards, “Where is the Na-Baron?”

“I am unable to say, Na-Baroness.” he said sternly.

“TELL ME.” you snapped at him in the voice.

“He is in the arena, training.” he said, shaking his head after he told you, unsure why he did so given his orders.

“FETCH HIM.” you commanded before walking back into your apartments, listening to the guards hurried steps.

You kicked off your shoes and held your stomach, trying to pace your breathing while in such a tight dress. You clawed at the laces of your corset, letting out a grumble when you failed to even untie the initial string. Once you heard the door slide open you turned around. Your breathing was still erratic but you quickly made your way to him. You looked both ways for prying ears, your guards given to you by the Baron himself stood watch.

“LEAVE US.” you told them before shutting and locking the chamber door.

Feyd’s face was covered with confusion. You pulled him into a tight hug, burying your face in his neck. “That man is evil…” you said to him.

“What?” he responded, pulling you back by your hips.

“The Baron… the Reverend Mother… they want to use me to control you.” you said, looking into his eyes nervously.

“How do you know this?” he asked, tone still gentle, purely inquisitive.

“How do you think?” your voice echoed in his mind, yet your lips remained unmoving. “Feyd… I’m scared… I don’t want to be some political pawn. I… I just want to be…” you said, biting your lip before you could finish your sentence.

“Want to be what?” he said, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ears before his hands came to cradle your face.

You sucked in a sharp breath, “Yours.” you paused, “I am your wife, my loyalties lie with you. Always with you. You are the only person I have on this god forsaken planet. The only person I trust. The only person I want.” your hands held his face, eyes glossy with tears.

He could see it, the genuine nature of everything you just said. Truth be told, he felt the same way. You were the only person he felt anything for, a fire in him burned for you and you alone. You were the only one who could make him vulnerable and soft. He wanted to be that way with you. To be held, cherished, loved. Love. He knew little of it, sex and violence were what fueled him prior to you. Yet here you stood, holding him. Declaring yourself to him, not House Harkonnen. He loved you the minute he saw you, he thought to himself. As if it were fate.

“Feyd… talk to me.” you said, interrupting his train of thought.

“I want you too.” he whispered before connecting your lips.

You melted into him, arms going around his neck to deepen the kiss. You felt none of the panic you felt on your wedding night. You wanted him to touch you, feel you, love you. Your tongues mingled together, you mimicked Feyd’s movements. You nipped at his bottom lip instinctually; he sucked in a breath, separating from you. He licked at the drop of blood falling from his lip.

“Sorry!” you said hurriedly, “I… I’m not really sure what to do.” you could feel your face heating up, thankfully the black sun was eclipsing so the room was shrouded in darkness. Only the red lights in the room cast an ethereal glow.

“What do you want to do?” he asked, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your hips.

“I want you… show me how.” you said.

Feyd leaned back in, kissing you fervently. You felt his hands slide up your hips to start untying your corset. He pulled the ribbon through the endless holes before you felt it go limp. Your breasts peeked out as your dress slowly started to slip off. You felt his hands run up your waist before he slid his hands up your arms.

“Have you never been touched?” he asked, noticing how even the slightest of touches made you squirm.

You shook your head, “No, never.”

“May I touch you?” he whispered as his lips hovered over your neck.

“You already are.” you said, trying to sound like you were still in control of yourself when in reality your mind was hazy. Your senses felt dialed to 11 as he barely touched you.

“Everywhere. I want to touch you everywhere.” he said, licking your neck quickly before blowing on it, making goosebumps flood over your skin. You shivered slightly, making him smirk.

“Ok.” you breathed out.

“Ok? Tell me to stop if you want to stop. We don’t have to do this, I want you no matter what.” he said in all seriousness, gaze never leaving yours as he asked for your consent.

“I want to… please Feyd, make me feel good.” you said, almost moaning it out. The anticipation of his touch driving you mad.

Feyd wasted no time tugging the rest of your dress down. He ripped the corset away, watching the way the black and red fabric pooled around your hips. He kissed, sucked, licked over the vast expanse of your chest. You held him close, body tingling with every move he made. You let out a small yelp when he took your nipple in his mouth, head falling back when he played with your other breast. He held your thighs before picking you up and carrying you to the bed. He laid you down, legs hanging off the edge. You felt his hands caress your upper body as he kissed his way down. His hands held the last bit of your dress, the fabric was barely being held up by your hips. His eyes flicked to yours, seeking permission. You nodded at him repeatedly. He pulled the dress off, leaving you bare. You felt overly exposed as his eyes wandered over every dip and curve.

You tried to cover yourself, embarrassed. Feyd’s gentle hands grabbed your wrists, pulling them away from you. “Perfection,” he said, “utter perfection.”

“I want to see you too.” you said, hands tugging on the bottom of his shirt. He removed his upper armor and shoes before stopping.

“Come take what you want.” he said, lust completely consuming him. He wanted to see how desperate you were for him, how much you needed him.

You smirked but he didn’t miss the slight tremble in your hands as you pulled his shirt off. Your eyes drank in his pale torso. Muscles rippled over his entire body, you didn’t even realize you were already moving to touch him. You felt over him before needing more like some insatiable beast. Your hands couldn’t move fast enough as you fiddled with his belt, his pants finally loose enough for you to pull down. All that remained was his underwear, you could see a straining bulge in his pants. Feyd pushed you back gently so you were laying with your legs off the bed once more. You rested on your elbows, watching to see what he was doing. He dropped to his knees before you. His hand pushed your legs apart.

“So good… is this all for me?” he asked, his head inching closer to your dripping core.

Before you could answer he attached his mouth you your clit, “Ah, fuck!” you moaned. He ate you out like a man starved. He had one goal in mind, make you cum on his tongue twice before he even considered fucking you. Your body writhed, the pleasure consuming you completely. His strong arms held your hips down, your thighs encasing his head. You felt the heat in your lower belly start to spill over, it flowed in your veins scorching you. Your back arched as he sucked and licked at you incessantly.

“Feyd!” you shrieked, unable to compose yourself as you were overwhelmed with an indescribable feeling of euphoria.

Feyd didn’t slow his movements, he watched your slick coat his fingers before he teased your entrance. Your body trembled as he slowly pumped his two fingers in and out of you. He kept his pace for a moment before speeding up, resuming his sucking on your clit. Your soft mewls and whines were music to his ears. “Come on love, I know you can be a good girl for me and cum.”

He mumbled as he was more focused on sucking your bundle of nerves than talking. You clamped your thighs around his head as you rode his face, milking your orgasm for all it was worth. When you finally loosened your grip on his head he nipped and sucked love bites into your inner thighs before kissing his way up to you. “You alright?” he asked.

“I never want to leave this bed.” you chuckled, caressing his face. You felt his bulge rubbing against your sensitive core slightly. You decided to test out his reactions. You grinded into him, he was painfully hard. He let out a strangled groan. You slipped your hand between your bodies, your hand dipping into his underwear finally gripping him where he wanted you most. You watched his eyes flutter closed. You paced yourself as you tugged him off, watching his face for reactions while listening to the little noises he made. Your thumb rubbed over his slick tip, making him lurch forwards.

“W - wait…” he huffed out.

You let go of him immediately, “Did I do something wrong?”

“The opposite actually…” he said with a breathy laugh. You watched as he pulled his underwear off, you gasped when his cock slapped against his stomach. You watched the black precum leak from his pale pink tip. You took him all in, he was beautiful.

“Do you want to have sex?” he asked, kissing over your chest and neck lazily.

You bucked your hips up to him. He ran his cock through your folds, hitting your clit while coating you in him. You felt him position himself before he looked at you with a worried gaze. “This might hurt,” he said before pushing in slowly.

You expected pain but this felt like you were being torn in half. You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes, slipping down your face when Feyd finally bottomed out. He held still, eyes finally flitting to your face, he saw your tears. He glanced down, he saw his black seed mixed with your crimson blood. “Do you want to stop?” he asked, feeling guilty for making you hurt even if it’ll bring you pleasure.

“No,” you shook your head, “Keep going.” you said pulling him closer to you so you could hook your legs around his waist.

This position felt much better and as he started moving, you felt the pain ebb into pleasure. Tears kept falling from your eyes but these were tears of joy, of bliss. He couldn’t find where to look, everywhere his eyes landed he saw something more delicious than the last place he looked. He became entranced with your belly, watching the bulge reappear with every thrust. He sped up, his high approaching quickly. You sensed his urgency, rubbing your clit furiously you pushed yourself over the edge. You felt your pussy milking him for everything he was worth, you also felt his hot seed deep inside you. Feyd collapsed on top of you, using the last of his strength to keep himself from crushing you. He shifted to lay next to you. Neither of you said anything for a moment before Feyd stood up and walked into the bathroom. Your heart dropped, was he just using you for sex? He returned before your thoughts could spiral. He wiped your face with the damp cloth before he gently cleaned between your legs, careful not to overstimulate your puffy clit. He wiped his cock before throwing the cloth to the floor. You shimmied backwards, pulling the covers over yourself. Feyd followed suit. You cuddled into him instantly.

“Thank you.” you said sleepily.

“For what?” he asked, massaging your scalp.

“Everything,” you mumbled. He smiled watching you try to fight sleep. “I love you Feyd.”

He halted his movements for a second before curling into you, holding you. “I love you Y/N.” he kissed your head, holding you close. He let the warmth of the moment envelop him. Yep, this was love. Feyd Rautha, the psychotic killer, was deeply in love.

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Naboo's Note:

FUCK THIS IS GOOD - I'm so humble I know lol. Fr tho I spent a hot minute on this and I love it. Thanks for all the love around the Feyd mini series lol, drop some requests for Feyd - I'd love them! Thanks for all the likes, comments, and reblogs! XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX!!!!

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belphies-cowgirl · 2 years

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obey me headcanons pt. 2

word count: 900+

Lucifer tries to pick you a single red rose from the garden at the demon lord's castle each time he visits (sometimes Barbatos catches him, and Lucifer plays it off as him just leaning down to tie his shoes) the roses are hung along the ceiling trims in your room, adorned with a white ribbon to hold the stems together.

"here MC, let me help you hang those up, I told you to stop standing on chairs like that, what if you fall?"

"Luci, don't you know that red roses symbolize love and admiration?"

Mammon will NEVER admit this to ANYONE, but he has a secret savings account solely for buying you gifts. he claims he had the money to buy you something from the extra shifts he worked.

"Mams what's this? it's so lovely!"

"gah! here t-take it, it's for you, and don't go blabbing off to my brothers about this!"

Levi will purposely lose at games sometimes just so he can see the way your face lights up in excitement when you win. he absolutely adores the little lines on your face when you smile and the way you grab onto him in excitement.

"oh my gosh, Levi look I did it! aren't you proud of me?"

"y-yeah MC, good job, but let me s-show you some tricks on how to beat your previous score. t-that is if you can b-beat me again next round!"

Satan once asked Solomon to help him visit the human world so he could look for books that you loved before you came down to the Devildom. shortly after his return, he summoned you to his room and pushed the stack of books into your arms with rosy cheeks.

"here you might like these, I found them lying around while I was organizing my books."

"woah, I used to read these books all the time back in the human world. I didn't think I'd be able to read them again, thank you so much Satan!"

Asmo handmade you and him matching rose gold and silky-textured pj sets, and he expects you to wear it when you and him have sleepovers. he can't help but run his hands all over the soft fabric, his fingers leaving trail marks in the velvet as he runs them along your curves.

"oh MC! you're so cute!! I could just cuddle you to death~"

"Asmo please you're gonna squish me!"

Beel likes to make late-night snacks in the shape of little stars, as well as suns and moons (if he can manage not to eat them all before bringing them to your room to share with you)

"awh, Beel these are so cute! I guess I'm the stars, you're the suns, and Belphie is the moons!"

*munch* "yeah MC, that's right, i'm glad you like them. whenever Belphie and I look at the stars together, we always think about you." *munch*

Belphie will without a doubt take a nap on your lap or your shoulder, no matter the place. if you're lounging in the common room with his brothers, he will curl up in your lap and wrap his tail around your leg and link one of his fingers with yours.

*yawn* "MC, uncross your legs please, I'm so sleepy."

"okay, but don't drool on me this time."

Diavolo likes when you organize his stationery. he likes that you make sure everything is in its place, so when he's so immersed in paperwork he doesn't have to stop to search for what he needs (you once gave him a sticky note that says "I'm proud of you for working so hard <3" and he has it taped on his desk)

"MC, i've finished my paperwork, so how about we go out for dinner? I haven't seen you all week, and i've missed you."

"we see each other every morning, silly, but yes I would love to have dinner with you."

Barbatos once got so worried that you wouldn't want to be with him anymore due to him being so busy, that it started to distract him from his daily tasks. so he asked Diavolo if once a week he could have a longer break than usual so that he could spend time with you and remind you how much he loves and cherishes you.

"MC, I think about you all the time. when I am not busy, I would like to spend and cherish every minute with you."

"oh Barb, i'm so happy you feel that way! I was so worried that you didn't want to be with me anymore."

Simeon keeps a private journal so that he can spill his heart out for you onto the pages. he gifts it to you once every page is inked with words of his eternal love for you.

"MC, I hope you will love this as much as I love you."

"Simeon, this is beautiful, I didn't know you felt this way about me, I love you so much!"

Solomon gifted you a charmed locket that allowed you to feel his heartbeat, he wants you to know that his heart will never stop beating for you whether the two of you are together or apart.

"nice try MC, but you won't be able to fluster me that easily."

"if that's the case, then why is your heart beating so fast?"

Luke will run to you and hug you whenever he's being teased, he'll turn his head to the side and stick his tongue out at Lucifer and his brothers.

*sob* "MC, they won't stop teasing me!"

"guys stop being so mean to my sweet little angel!"

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fooled-around-and-fell · 1 year

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Hi, could I request Joel Miller and reader fighting A LOT, and then reader saves his life by risking her own, but Joel thought it was so reckless and started scolding her. And then she just shut him up with a kiss and IT WORKED. And now he doesn't know what to do.

Love your work!

a/n: of course! hope you enjoy this 🖤 i may have changed the part where he doesn't know what to do lol

Warnings: cursing, kissing, making out, suggestive.

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"That's 1 for me, and none for you." Joel smirks, watching as you kick your clicker aside.

The bet was 'who could kill a clicker first'. Winner gets... well, the title of a winner. You and Joel are just very competitive individuals, who for some reason need to prove yourself to the other person.

Normal people would call it flirting, but you and Joel curse out whoever dare accuse you of such heinous acts.

"God.. get a room." Tommy mutters.

"Shut up, Tommy." You glare.

Maria chuckles, leading the group back to the base. "Why do you always push their buttons?"

Tommy shrugs. "They look cute flustered like that. Look, Joel won't even know how to talk to her now."

It's true. Every time someone says something along the lines of "y'all look good together", Joel does not know how to act. Yes, he curses them out, but then gets quiet with you.

"So," Joel mutters. "Wanna wrap this up and grab a beer?"

You get on your horse. "Are you buying?"

"I make my own beer."

"Gah, no thanks then." You say, though you know damn well that you'll take that beer in a heartbeat.

He rolls his eyes. "You're impossible."

A smirk makes its way up to your lips when you see another abandoned cabin nearby. "Tell you what Joel, let's go for another round. Cabin at your 10."

"Yeah?" Joel looks at the cabin. "Are we bettin' for something real this time?"

"How 'bout you bet for a date?" Tommy chimes.

"Shut up, Tommy." Joel glares at his brother.

Maria chuckles at Tommy's little jabs towards the oblivious couple. "We're going to checkout that cabin tomorrow anyway, so go knock yourselves out. But be careful, it's getting dark out."

You raise your eyebrow at Joel, who looks doubtful.

"Scared you're gonna lose, Miller?"

Joel scoffs. "Careful there, sweetheart. You don't wanna tease me."

You and Joel take a turn towards the cabin, Tommy and Maria riding ahead. The cabin seems to be in pretty good shape, no sign of clickers. Until of course, you spot the ominous amount of blood seeping through the back door.

"That amount of blood," you whisper to Joel, "Gotta be a big animal. Maybe a horse."

"Or just a shit ton of humans." Joel adds.

As if things can't get worse.

And it does.

The sun's setting, but you can hear the sound of a clicker inside. You're sure it's just the one. You and Joel both agree that you should finish this quickly. Usually, a more silent approach is preferred, but since there's only one clicker, it can't hurt, right?

Joel kicks the door open and you make your way inside. The clicker's already running towards you, but with quick work, Joel shoots it down like nothing.

"That was easy." You comment.

"Too easy." Joel frowns. "Looks like it's two-nil, sweetheart."

You're about to roll your eyes when you catch a stalker unlatch itself from the wall and about to attack.

"Joel, watch out!"

You push Joel aside and let yourself get pushed down by it. Your arm is preventing it from getting close to you, and you shoot it dead. Joel kicks the stalker away from you and help you up.

"Fuck." He checks for any bite marks. "Tell me you didn't get bit. Or a-any scratches-"

"I'm fine, Joel-"

He checks again, and sighs in relief once he found nothing. "Why on earth would you do that?"

You frown. Still in shock, but Joel's comment shocks you more. "I just saved your life."

"No one asked you to." He quips. "You could've died- worse, it could've bit you."

"Yeah, it could've bit you, Joel." You say. "That's why I stopped it."

"You were reckless." Joel scolds.

You scoff. "You know what, let's just head back. I'm done having this conversation with you."

You try to stand up, only to almost fall. It seems like you've sprained your ankle when you taking the fall. Hoping Joel didn't notice, you slowly make your way to your horse.

But of course Joel notices.

"What's wrong with you?"

You glare at him, "I said, I don't want to-"

"No, what's wrong?" He frowns. "You're limping."

"..It's just a sprained ankle." You mutter.

And despite Joel's lack of hearing in his right ear, he picks that up perfectly clear. He hops off his horse and helps you get on yours before tying your lead to his.

He doesn't say anything else for the rest of the ride back home.

Once you've arrived at the stables, Joel picks you up and gets you down from your horse before you can do it yourself. The only problem is that he's not putting you down.

"Joel, I can walk by myself."

"The hell you can." He mutters.

You sigh. "Put me down, Joel."

"Can you quit fussin' around?" He frowns. "You're heavy."

You look at him in disbelief. "Put me down right now. No one asked you to carry me."

He fully ignores you. Once he's sure that the horses are good, he leaves with you in his arms, back to his place. All the while, you're still demanding him to put you down.

"Joel, honestly." You sigh again. "People are staring."

"You'd rather walk to your house with that sprained ankle?" He questions, "I know you're in pain."

"It's barely a sprained ankle." Lies.

"Probably just sore." More lies.

Joel sets you down on his couch and goes to get an ice pack. You took this chance to stand up and make your way towards the door - which, obviously, with your sprained ankle, you can't do very fast.

"Jesus Christ," Joel sighs. "Can you just sit down??"

You huff and sit back down. There's no winning against Joel now.

Joel kneels in front of you and takes off your boot. He examines your ankle and sighs. You won't be able to walk properly for the next 4 to 6 weeks.

You're in severe pain, but you're not about to let Joel know. You can see that your ankle is badly swollen, and when Joel tries to move it, you hiss in pain.

"You really shouldn't have been so reckless."

"Joel, please-"

"No, cause what if you'd gotten bit?" He looks at you. "I'd need to-" He doesn't even want to think of what he'd have to do.

"It's just a sprained ankle, Joel." You tell him. "I'm fine. I can handle it. I've been doing this just as long as you have."

He shakes his head. His face is all kinds of worry. Despite being so sour and sassy all the time, Joel actually has a soft heart. It's what draws you to him. He's very caring, he just hides it.

"All, I'm sayin' is, next time, just let me handle it, alright?" He says.

"Ugh, Joel-"

"No," He interrupts you. "I don't want to hear it. You keep doing this and I keep worryin' about you-" he rambles on and presses the ice pack on your ankle.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" You wince.

"See? This is why you-"

"Oh good God, just stop." You grab his face and kiss him before he can lecture you further.

Joel drops the ice pack and his hands find the back of your neck. Your legs spread and he places himself between them, pulling you closer to him.

There's a need of exploration and urgency. You don't even think about taking a breath because you don't want this to end.

"Joel." You moan softly when he pushes his tongue. His hands softly squeezes your waist and the other inching closer to your inner thigh.

You try to take charge, but Joel's having none of it. His hand travels up to your neck and gives it a gentle squeeze, reminding you who's in control. He smirks when a gasp escapes you.

You might've started this, but Joel is definitely winning.

"Too much for you, sweetheart?"

You're both left breathless. Touching Joel again feels electrifying, yet somehow the world surrounding you feels like a blur. It's making your head spin, and you want more.

Joel chuckles at your state and presses the ice pack on your ankle again. You moan out in pain, resting your head on his shoulder.

He smirks and whispers in your ear, "Save your moans, babygirl. You're gonna be doing a lot of that tonight."

a/n: I hate that I can't write smut :(

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eunnieboo · 8 months

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IYHM ask replies!!

also, a current snapshot of my mind:

💛 burrito-puppy asked:

Love to see the progress and art you made along the years! Can’t wait for the release 💕💕💕

thank you so much! 💞💞💞 i can't believe it's less than a week away... i can count the number of days left on one hand! AHHHH

💛 Anonymous asked:

Listen. The way that I too am freaking out! Gah. So excited. Can't wait.

THANK YOU!! every day i wake up and i lose my mind LMAO... the only time i'm calm is when i'm distracted, so i can forget it's actually happening haha!

💛 mickiee-art asked:

Where have you been my entire life?? I love your work so much! So excited for your graphic novel release! 💕🫶🏼

thank you so much omg!! i'm so glad! 🥺💖

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YOO DUDE ONE OF THE PROTAGONISTS OF YOUR SAPPHIC GRAPHIC NOVEL IS VIETNAMESE??? I'M VIETNAMESE AND BISEXUAL AND YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME HSAKSHKAHSKAHSKAHSAKJ

AHHHHH i'm so thrilled to hear that!!! i live for these messages HFDSKDJHSK HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY

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I just found your art today and after scrolling through your stuff I went and pre-ordered your book. I'm so excited!!

oh you are too kind!! ;_; thank you so much <3

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WAITTT THE BLACK HAIRED CHARACTER IN IF YOU'LL HAVE ME IS A BUTCH LESBIAN? I THOUGHT IT WAS A DUDE OMG THEY'RE BOTH SO PRETTYYYYY FBFBDGD I'M GAY 💗💗💗 I seriously love your art its always so wholesome

HAHA OMG I LOVE THIS 😂 thank you!!! BUTCH LESBIANS FOREVER AND ALWAYS 💕💕

💛 albedosleftb0otych33k asked:

I don't know how but I only just found out about your graphic novel and OML! I WILL BUY IT THE SECOND IT COMES OUT! Anyways, I love your art and just wanted to tell you ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

omg thank you so much!! you are the sweetest! ( *´ω`*)♡

💛 jeweljupiter asked:

I just wanted to say seeing your art of Momo and PG makes me feel seen and heard I love the poc representation I’m a plus size dark skin nerdy black girl and seeing more women who look like me finding love gives me hope and makes me happy

when i tell you this means everything to me... it means everything to me. thank you forever T_T ❤️

i've been so focused on IYHM for the past couple months... now that the pub date is so close, i'm full of giddy anticipation and terrible dread. so thank you everyone for the love and well wishes! it's really getting me through it.

also, i wasn't sure how to announce this so i wanted to mention it while i'm here: Waterstones now has a special sprayed edge edition of IYHM! i got my copy a little while back and it's really gorgeous. if you like paperbacks i think the color is a lovely touch!

and as another reminder, i'll be having an in-person launch event next tuesday with Brick & Mortar Books in Redmond, WA! truthfully i'm torn between my desire to interact with people and my embarrassment at being seen in public, so please feel free to spare yourselves lmao 😭 i wasn't sure i'd do an event at all but i decided to try at least once before deciding if it's for me. so we'll see how it goes!

whew. the 17th is coming up so fast but i still have so many little tasks to do. the last time i talked about my busy schedule on here, someone sent me a message that said "you deserve a spa day," and i think about it all the time. maybe someday, anon. maybe someday...

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Words cannot express how much I adore your writing, ESPECIALLY when it comes to Satan, like hands down one of the best Satan writers🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ but besides that- I would really love to see how the brothers react to MC who is… well… sensitive. As in- they care a lot about the brothers, and would obviously never even dream of hurting them let alone in reality. So I picture MC being extremely upset of the power they hold due to the seven pacts after the first time they use ‘stay’ (lesson 26-15). Then cue the events that result in MC getting the ring of light. Them being borderline horrified of their strength and tries to isolate themself thinking they might be a threat to brothers, even though at the back of their mind they know that the brothers could never actually be fatally injured because of them.

hello! of course :)

thank you so much for the satan writer compliment GAH he’s just my little guy and I’m glad people like my take on him. my sweet satan. hes the flame, and i am but a tiny moth drawn to his character potential and literally everything else about him

also, thank you for specifically requesting what you wanted!! usually I have no clue what people want and just guess haha. it's a little longer than a drabble would be so idk what it is anymore lol

hope you like where I went with this! did both satan and luci. enjoy <3

Sensitive Mc who's afraid of hurting the brothers

Satan

Satan was alone in his room, reading, when he was suddenly hit with a concerning thought. He had been meant to gift you that human world book he'd managed to find a second hand bookstore. Coincidentally, the two of you had been talking about that same book just yesterday, so he had to pick it up for you. He'd actually been hoping the two of you could read it together because he'd never read it. He could already imagine reading it aloud to you, how you’d be cuddled up in his lap, arms around him and using him as your personal pillow.

After he finished the page he was on, he grabbed the book. He'd probably have to reread everything he read before thinking of you, but that was alright. He’d learnt to treasure every moment he could with you. You were the only thing that could truly cause him to temporarily lose interest in a book.

With that, he set off, book in hand, to find you. First he check your room. It wasn’t unusual to not find you there. His brothers often dragged you elsewhere. Next he checked the library, his brothers’ rooms, and the attic, but it was to no avail. That was when he started to get worried. He started to call you and text you. He could see that you were reading his messages and the calls were ringing all the way through, but you didn’t reply once.

That's when he started to freak out. Every bad thing that could've possibly happened ran through his head. He stopped, and took a deep breath to clear his head to try and think more rationally. He knew he needed to find you, and while he knew telling his brothers was the best course of action, he figured he'd check your room one last time, just in case he managed to miss you somehow. As he stepped into your room and shut the door behind him, he caught sight of you. You were seated away from the door, head down on the table.

"Mc! There you are. I've been looking for you." He stepped towards you and put his hand on your shoulder. You jumped very suddenly, and whipped your head around to face him. The expression on your face wasn't one he'd ever seen you make. You looked deeply fearful, more so than when facing one of his angry brothers, or himself for that matter. The two of you made steady eye contact for a moment, before you suddenly stood up.

"Mc?" Satan was confused and concerned. You placed both of your hands on his chest and pushed him away as hard as you could before running to the opposite side of the room. "What's the matter?" He recovered quickly from his minor stumble.

"Stay back! I'm a monster. I can't hurt you. You mean too much to me." Satan got deja vu. He swore he'd said something exactly like that in the past. Your hands shook as you held them out in front of you, urging him to stop his advances towards you. You seemed to be struggling to hold them up, as your arm began to fall and your fingers could hardly stay upright. He saw himself in you in that moment. Afraid, alone, and confused, just like how he felt when he first came into being. While he wanted nothing more than to go comfort you, he found himself frozen mid-step towards you. This sent you into another fit of tears.

"See? I can't do anything right." You sobbed.

"Mc, please unfreeze me. I promise you, you can't hurt me." He could hear the desperation growing in his voice, and he was sure you could too.

"What if I hurt you on accident though? I don't know what I'd do. I care too much about you to do that to you." You tried to avoid eye contact, since looking into his eye was too painful.

"It's going to be alright. It'll take a lot to drive me away from you, because I care. If it ever gets to the point of you hurting me, I won't be upset with you because I know you didn't mean it. I trust you no matter what. Everything you just said proves that. Now, please, let me hug you. You need one." You eyed him skeptically.

"I don't trust me." You swiped away some of the tears with the back of your hand, but they kept flowing.

"You've already done so much for this family, and for me. Please, let me return the favor. I'll always be by your side. If the situation ever arises, we can work through it together. I'm not afraid to do what it takes to remain by your side." He silently implored you to meet his eyes, and when you finally did, he knew he'd gotten through to you.

"Alright. Come here." You smiled a little through the tears, and let your arms fall to your side. Like magic, Satan was able to move again and he quickly rushed forward to scoop you up. He held you close to him, gently wiping away your tears.

"I hope you can sense how much I care about you." He rubbed your back and sighed as you began to hug him back.

"Thank you." He knew that hurting him was probably the thing you feared most. He understood that, and promised himself that the two of you would work through that fear together. You changed his life, and wanted to really make sure you knew and didn't undermine how impactful you actually are to him.

Lucifer

It was late. Lucifer had already completed his nightly rounds and was doing paperwork, as usual. He'd made it through about half his stack, and had resolved to finishing it by morning.

He heard the the quiet footsteps of someone walking by his room, down the hall and up the stairs to the attic. With a sigh, he got up and followed whoever it was. He was too late to catch whoever it was, but he decided he'd let them get to the to top of the stairs before he went up after them.

He stood there for a moment, thinking. The only people who went to the attic were the twins, and occasionally you, if one of the twins happened to be up there. Really, only Belphie liked to be up there, and Beel and you just followed him, because he'd never seen either of you up there of your own volition. He wasn't sure why whoever it was needed to be up there at this hour. Belphie and Beel are usually knocked out at this hour. As he passed Levi's room, he heard the sound of a videogame and an angry sigh. Soft music was coming from Asmo's. The rest of the house was dead silent. Lucifer heard the stair at top of the staircase creak, meaning they'd reached the top landing. With that, he set off after them.

Once at the top of the stairs, he initially didn't see anyone and he quickly questioned if he'd been hearing things. Then, he spotted you sitting next to the window, hugging your legs and chin resting on your knees. Before he could speak, you beat him to it.

"Hello." You didn't turn around, or move at all.

"Mc. What are you doing up at this hour?" He stayed where he was, hoping that your conversation together would be quick.

"I could ask you the same thing." Usually, you'd say that with vigor, or some sort of enjoyment in your voice, but, your voice was flat.

"Very funny. Now, answer the question." He crossed his arms. While you were behaving a little strangely, he hoped it was just because it was late and continued as he usually would.

"Couldn't sleep. Didn't want to bother anyone." You sighed.

"I'm sorry to hear that. You are welcome to join me in my room tonight, if that might help." He felt a little sympathetic after you'd told him what was wrong. It would be nice to have them in his room as company, and a motivation to work faster.

"I've just been... thinking, is a good way to put it." All of your thoughts seemed jumbled, because everything that come out of your mouth, despite seemingly thinking hard about it, came out strangely.

"That's oddly vague, Mc." He took a few more steps towards you, but you still kept yourself turned towards the window. You remained silent, so he took the final few steps until he was right behind you.

"Lucifer. Will you make me a promise?" You turned to him slowly for the first time that evening. The little bit of moonlight streaming in through the window half illuminated your face. He could tell you hadn’t slept at all that night, maybe longer. The circles under your eye were very telling. The way you looked back at him unsettled him. That in itself spoke more words than he could ever say. There was a far off look in your eyes, like you were staring right through him. He never thought he'd be afraid of you, but the way you were behaving was scaring him.

“Of course, my love. Anything.” You turned back to the window, but he could tell you kept looking at him through the corner of your eyes.

“Promise me you’ll stop me if I ever do anything that might hurt your or your brothers. At any cost.” That sentence sent a shiver down Lucifer’s spine. It was an accomplishment to say that you could make a chill wrack through the body of Diavolo's right hand man, but this moment was anything but joyous or celebratory. The implications of your statement were grim.

"What are you talking about?" He stumbled on his words a little, unsure how to approach what you just asked.

"I'm not really sure how to put how I feel into words. But, that's what I do know." You glanced between him and the view outside the window.

"If you could, please try to enlighten me." He sat beside you

"I'm unsure of the power I have. I feel like I shouldn't have this. I'm unworthy and afraid of what I might do. You saw what I did on accident. I didn't mean to really make all of you stop like that. I know it didn't hurt too bad but... I just don't know how I feel." You sighed again.

"I understand how you feel, I believe. You're more than worthy to wield the power you do. It's not easy to quell the seven avatars of sin, but, you are, aren't you? Do not discredit yourself. I'm sure you know you could never hurt any of us, right?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow at you, awaiting your response.

"I'm not discrediting myself, I'm just afraid is all, alright? Sorry if I've felt distant lately. It's just been on my mind for a while." You snapped to face him again.

"I see. Please, do not isolate yourself like that from us again. We can work through this together. I know you're afraid of hurting us, but the day that happens is the day the Devildom freezes over, alright? We care." He paused. "I care."

A gentle smile made its way across your face. "Thanks. I think I'll always be a little afraid, honestly. But, I trust you, and I know you mean what you say." Lucifer remembered what you'd said earlier. He hoped he'd never have to follow through that.

For now though, he hoped to treasure this moment with you, and hopefully help you get to bed with the little nugget of peace he'd given you.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date

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maddogofshimano · 11 months

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Majima Goro Presents: The Do-Or-Die Beach's Heart-throbbing Scratcher Struggle!

if you’re a Majima fan, you’ve probably already seen the newest Majima card floating around. so, uh, yeah, this is the tie-in event with the sexy summer banner! and it might be a little more picture heavy than usual for NO particular reason! also there’s going to be LORE!!

Summary: The Majima Family has won a bid to run a beach clubhouse for the summer, on the condition that they build it in a single week. The Majima Family is in high spirits though, as this is a chance to finally show off to their boss. A sudden contest declared by Majima dramatically raises the stakes--it’s do-or-die time!

One early summer day, after Majima Goro had launched Majima Construction... The members of the Majima Family arrived at a certain beach.

[chainsaw noises] Minami: Nishida no aniki! I cut all the lumber ya asked me to, I think it's good!

Nishida: Ah! Thanks! Gary, could you carry that lumber over there?

Gary: Roger! Over there!

Nishida: Well then Minami, next if you could do this. Minami: Leave it to me! [more chainsawing] Nishida: ...As usual, our boss is being unreasonable. Nishida: It's really fortunate that we got the rights to manage a beach house, but because of that we have to get it done in just a week. Young Majima Family Member A: Leave all this timber to me! I'll get all of them moved!

Family Member B: Leave all the high up work for me! High up places are my specialty, you see! I can handle it all on my own! Nishida: ....Somehow, there's guys like that who are awfully motivated. I wonder if something's going on... Minami: ...Nishida no aniki! I've finished it! Minami: Ya want me to haul this lumber over to the assembly site? Nishida: Mhm. Over there. I'll help with this once I'm done. Minami: No way! Leave it all to me! I can handle this kind of thing all on my own! Nishida: No way, that's impossible. No one but Gary can handle this size of log on their own...

Minami: Grrr.... Nishida: Eh... seriously... Minami: ....Guhhh..... [Minami makes it 4 steps] Minami: ....Gah!

[and then collapses] Nishida: Minami!? Are you okay!? [and he's back up] Minami: I'm totally okay! My foot just slipped a lil, that's all... Nishida: Well that's good... don't get too reckless, okay? Minami: I won't.... sorry, I just wanna do my best on gettin' this impossible beach house construction job done. Minami: I've been slackin' on all my other jobs just so I'd be in flawless condition and be able to give it my all.... Nishida: Eh? Wh-What do you mean by that? Minami: I want the boss to recognize me already, so that I can make my way up the Majima Family. Minami: But lately with how big that Family's gettin', there ain't been so many opportunities for him to see me out there working my ass off, ya know? Minami: So, if I wanna get promoted quick and be important in the Majima Family, I gotta work extra hard in places like this where the boss can see me!

Nishida: ...I see. But, no matter how big the Family gets, he's still keeping an eye on all of us, don't you think? Nishida: So even if you don't do anything impossible right now, it's fine if you work hard regularly... Minami: No way... I know it's Majima, but even he can't keep track of every member of the family's work... Minami: It's not just me sayin' it either, you know. Other junior members have been talkin' about it. Minami: "If you want to show Boss Majima your real power, your chance should come in a brawl or a raid, but he's always on the front line and handles it all himself before you ever have an opportunity to show him anything good". Minami: That's why everyone's so excited to be here with him watching us directly, even if we had to cut corners elsewhere. Nishida: Ah... now that you mention it, there were some strangely enthusiastic guys here... Minami: You see? And I'm not gonna lose to them, so I'm going to show the boss what I'm made of even if it seems impossible! Nishida: So that's how it is... but... either way, he's not here right now, right? Minami: Eh?

Nishida: Earlier he said he was going to go wander around the neighborhood by himself and took off. Minami: ...S-Seriously!? So he didn't see me at all... Minami: What the hell... so I've been doin' all this bullshit for nothing... Nishida: (You want our boss to see you, huh. It's certainly true that the family has gotten a lot bigger, and it's a patriarch-dictator type system...) Nishida: (And it's unclear on if he's watching and evaluating anyone... no wonder the younger members are anxious about it.) Nishida: (I'd like to do something to ease some of that worry... But what would be good to do?) Majima: Everyone! Your boss is back~! Stop workin' for a bit! Nishida: Ah, rumor has it that he's returned or something. [we cut over to Majima] Majima: Heheheh... Hey guys, come see some of the real nice stuff I bought~! (Tl note: 😳 😳 😳 )

Minami: Boss! What's the nice stuff?

Majima: Gimme a second! What I have here... is these scratchers!!!!

Nishida: Oh, those scratchers! The man in the shopping district had them, right? People around town have said it's very popular due to the great prizes. Majima: And how! On my neighborhood stroll I found a store with a shit ton of 'em! So I bought them all! Majima: These are somethin' that can be handed out at a newly opened beach house... Majima: Combining the popularity of a beach house with the popularity of these scratchers... a sure fire flood! of! customers!

All Majima Family Members: Woooooah~! Minami: I get it... Exactly what I'd expect from the boss! You sure have a head for business~! Nishida: ................ Majima: Heheh, what's wrong Nishida. Is my great idea sooo good that you're left speechless? Nishida: No... it's just... the plan was to have the beach house's opening in a week, right? Majima: ....Yeah. What's that got to do with anythin'? Nishida: .....I'm pretty sure that..... the last day the scratchers can be turned in for prizes is.... tomorrow? Majima: .........Haw!!?? You're sayin'... I won't be able to hand these scratchers out to customers!?

Nishida: ...Y.... Yes sir. Those scratchers... on the back... didn't they write the prize exchange period? Majima: The exchange period on the back...? Majima: ...No fuckin' way! Winning scratchers really do gotta be cashed in by tomorrow! What the hell am I supposed to do with this, Nishida!? Nishida: I don't think I'm the person to ask... Nishida: Wait, that's it! If they're going to go to waste anyways, why don't we hand them out with flyers for the beach house or something? Majima: Dumbass! I paid for all this shit, why would I give 'em out for free? Nishida: Th-That's true~.... Majima: On the other hand, just cashin' them in for prizes is boring... There's gotta be some interestin' way to use them... (Tl note: Majima's beautiful smoky eyeshadow remains. he got the waterproof kind)

Majima: ......That's it! Nishida: .........I have a bad feeling about this. Minami: Eh? Majima: Scratcher! Struggle! Minami: What's a... scratcher struggle? Majima: Simple! I give all of ya a couple of the scratchers, and then ya fight to the death over 'em! Majima: This way, the scratchers get used, I get to enjoy watchin' it, and you all have fun too! Three birds, one stone, right? Nishida: ....Of course it's something like this~. Majima: Ya get to keep whatever scratchers ya steal, or course. And, furthermore! An extra prize! Minami and Nishida: Extra prize...? Majima: I'll be giving the executive position next to mine to whoever collects the most scratchers!!!! [everyone shouts YOSHAAAA!!!] Family Member A: ...Next to the boss.....! Family Member B: Executive position!? Gary: Woah! Let's have some fun! Nishida: The executive position... next to the boss!? So you could become captain from this!? Nishida: Until now the lieutenants were different based on Boss Majima's mood, but... To actually become captain... Minami: ...Becoming the Majima Family captain... this is my big chance...! Minami: ...Nishida no aniki. I'm sorry, but I can't give this fight up for anyone, even you. Nishida: ...That's how it goes. But, I won't lose this. I joined this family so that I could make my way to the top. (Tl note: NISHIDA LORE NISHIDA LORE NISHIDA LORE)

Majima Family Member A: ....I'll be able to show the boss my real strength and climb the ranks... this is a huge chance... I'll definitely become the captain.... Majiima Family Member B: No, it'll be me! I'll become the captain!! Minami: ...The other young guys are real enthusiastic about this. Minami: But I can't lose... this fight... I'm gonna win it! Minami: (In this fight, the person to really watch out for is obviously Gary. Being the former underground martial arts champion isn't just for show....) Minami: (If you try to take him on, it's going to take forever and if you're not that good you'll lose...) Minami: (The other one to watch out for is Nishida no aniki... Fighting isn't his strong suit, but aniki's willpower is incredible....) Minami: (If ya don't know that and try to take him on sloppily, you'll lose as much time as with Gary.) Minami: (To win this, the best plan would be avoiding a fight with either of them....) Majima: Hehe, everyone's got the spirit now! Majima: ....Alright, all the scratchers have been distributed... One last thing before we start! Majima: Since we ain't got a lotta time, this is goin' on for one hour only! During that time, fight to the death over those scratchers! [the music gets intense] Majima: Your life is slipping through your fingers! The beach's heart-throbbing scratcher struggle! BEGINS!! Majima Family: Roooaaaaar!!!!

[EVENT HAPPENS]

[fighting sounds] Family Member A: Guah!

[he hits the ground] Gary: Scratchers have been received! Now, who wants to die mad next? (Tl note: he says 憤死 which is dying in a fit of anger or indignation, keeping up with his not quite correct threats) Nishida: Gary's amazing... Family Member B: ...Nishida no aniki, you couldn't beat him either?

Nishida: Yeah... He got me pretty good. The best I could do was hold out against him. Family Member B: Seems like Gary's the obvious choice in this fight. Nishida: ...I wouldn't say that... Minami: I won't lose...! Nishida: With Minami also giving it his all... who knows. Minami: Haa... Haa...

Minami: ...Gary's collected a ton of 'em. But still... I can't lose this... Family Member C: An opening!

Minami: ....! What openin'... there ain't one!!!! [MInami takes him down] Family Member C: Augh! Minami: Hell yeah! Your scratchers belong to me now-- [the wind howls] Minami: (...! Fuck! All the scratchers he had just got blown away...) Minami: Hey, wait a minute! [Minami chases the scratchers off to some rocks] Minami: (....! If they go past that rocky area there's no way I can get them! I gotta do somethin' to grab them before that...!)

Minami: Aaaaaaaaaa! [a crashing sound] Nishida: M-Minami!? [back on the main beach area] Majima: That's enough!!!!

Majima: Everyone gather up! It's time for the count! Everyone who's got scratchers, get over here! [and back to the rocks] Nishida: M-.... Minami! Are you alright!? You hit those rocks really hard, so... Minami: ...I'm.... I'm okay.... I was able to... collect the scratchers without... inci... dent..... [he collapses] Nishida: M-Minami!!!! [and back to the beach] Minami: ...Has my head stopped bleedin' yet?

Nishida: Yeah... seems like it's stopped. Nishida: Though, the way you charged into those rocks... you really are impossible... Minami: Those scratchers are gonna decide the Majima Family captain... I couldn't bear to miss out on a single one of 'em. Minama: Haa... But, I was able to collect them no problem~. Not collectin' these would have been the real stupid thing. Gary: My two friends! It seems like the results are in! Majima: Everyone! Let's start with announcin' the results...!

Majima: In the end, there were only two people who were able to not only protect their scratchers, but keep collectin' more... Majima: Gary! And, Minami! Majima: So then... Of those two, one collected more scratchers.... Majima: I'm givin' them a position....!! The glorious first prize goes to~~..............!!!! [the music cuts out] Minami: ........

Gary: ........... Majima: ............ Majima: Minamiiii!!!! Ya did it!!!!

Minami: I-I really did it!? ......Woooaaaah! Fuck yes!!!!

Majima: Ya beat Gary by just 5 tickets. You're the winner! Good job Minami!

Gary: OH MY GOD!!!! I was defeated!!

Nishida: ...5 tickets...so bashing into that rock really did it, huh. He pushed himself to the his absolute limit... Majima: ...So then, Minami. Ya feelin' good right now? (tl note: with this art and this particular line of dialogue this is indistinguishable from a porno scene)

Minami: I'm... so happy! I'd gladly give my life to support you and the family! Majima: This position's a big deal. Ya put it all on the line when it seems like I'm watchin', but are ya really qualified if ya cut corners when it seems like I ain't? Minami: Eh...? Majima: ...What're ya 'eh'-ing about. Did ya think I didn't know? Majima: Ya got involved with those chinpira and so skillfully shirked your job, do I have that all right? Minami: I-I'm sorry... The family has gotten so big, so I thought there was no way you'd see that.... Majima: Dumbass! I saw every moment of ya slackin' on your other jobs all so you could go all out on this beach house! Majima: And it ain't just Minami! I saw alllll of you fucks doin' it! Do ya think ya can hide your laziness from me? Whole Family: S-Shit! Majima: ..........Minami. If ya take this serious, then I'm sure you'd do a great job in this real important position. Majima: ...I got high hopes for ya! Ya gonna let me down? Minami: ....Thank you so much! I, as captain... will absolutely make sure you see me meeting your every expectation....! Majima: ..........Haw? Captain? What are ya talkin' about?

Minami: ...Eh? You were gonna make me captain, right...? Majima: That's stupid! Why would I do that! Minami: Eh... but you said whoever won the scratcher struggle... that they'd get the position next you you? Majima: .......Idiot! The position in the beach house!! Majima: I'm the owner, so the next executive position's the manager! I was talkin' about the manager position! (tl note: PUT MINAMI IN THE SUIT GIVE HIM HIS OWN Y0) Minami: M-... Manager....? Majima: Of course! It's a good position, the work is intense!

Majima: The beach house is gonna be open for 2 months... Did ya think it was just gonna lie idle!? Family Member A: Ehhhh..... The scratcher struggle was for the beach house position...? Family Member B: ....So we... beat ourselves to a pulp... all for... Nishida: ...The position next to the boss... was something like that, huh..... hm? Young Member A: ...I thought this would be my chance to show the boss... but we lost to Minami... shit! Young Member A: I better start training so I can win when there's a real opportunity to become captain! Young Member B: ...Yeah. And the boss is always watching, so we can't slack off on our jobs... Young Member A: ...Mhm. We should really improve our value there... otherwise we'll never win against guys like Minami and Gary. Nishida: ............. Minami: ....Nishida no aniki... did you hear that? Seems like I have to be the manager of the stupid beach house... Minami: Haa.... I thought I was going to be captain... But I'm manager of the beach house... Nishida: That's some bad luck, Minami... Minami: Tell me about it... Haa.... But, I shoulda known it wouldn't be that easy to become captain. Nishida: Yeah... But now do you understand that our boss is always keeping an eye on people? It'll be good if you work hard at this manager stuff. Minami: ...You're absolutely right... It's just like you said, seems like the boss is gonna be watchin' how I do my job... Minami: So I'm absolutely gonna show him how good I am by doin' this manager work!

Nishida: Yep, that's the spirit! Nishida: ...That also is exactly what our boss planned. Minami: Eh? What do you mean? Nishida: Oh, just... This seemed like a completely bullshit contest, but somehow it ended up having a positive impact on the family. Nishida: It was a great chance for not only me, but everyone, to understand our personal strengths and look at ourselves in a new light-- Nishida: Our boss was able to get a good read on everyone, the younger member's worries were dispelled-- Nishida: And thanks to all that, it seems like everyone's going to work hard on their usual jobs too... Nishida: ...And I think our boss knew all of that was going to happen. Minami: Eeehhh... Ain't ya way overthinking this? Nishida: ...No, that's what I truly believe. Our boss knows us really well. Minami: ...If you're saying it aniki, maybe that's true. Minami: ...Well, either way, I now know that the boss is watchin' me a lot-- Minami: If I diligently do all my jobs, then I'll be recognized by the boss... and someday I'll really become captain!

[END]

BONUS TIME

I held a poll the day before it ended and was very very close to correct (please forgive my invisible name I was sent to the White Baba zone)

okay here’s the cards, Majima Goro “The Mad Dog of Summer Looks” and Minami Daisaku “The Ruffian of the Scorching Sun”

of particular note, that Majima card has 69,692 HP

the real funniest thing about this lore reveal to me is that I run a yakuza TTRPG thing with some of my friends, and since I needed to have a little more to work with for the Majima Family I was like okay uhhhhhhhh the captain's seat is empty and has been for ages and nobody's sure when that's going to change. also you, player character in the Majima Family, basically just woke up and were told that Majima picked you to be a lieutenant for no stated reason seemingly arbitrarily so I spent all this time waiting to get the Real Lore and it is EXACTLY what I was already operating off of! net zero information, basically!! I love it

#yakuza #rggo #ryu ga gotoku online #ryu ga gotoku #Majima #Minami #Majima Goro #Minami Daisaku #Nishida #Gary Buster Holmes #like a dragon

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Seven Days a Week

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/female reader

Rating: M for mature

Genre: slice of life? Non!idol au

Warnings: Smut, being followed around by Jungkook, mentions of scrapes and bruises, arguing

Summary: Every hour, every minute, every second - Jungkook wants to be with you. This is based loosely off the MV.

Word Count: 2489

Monday

He’s late. You glance down at your phone, woefully free of any texts - any updates from your boyfriend. He’s LATE, and you’re staring down at the half-empty wine glass, the clean table. You can feel the pitying stares from the people around you,

They think you’ve been stood up.

Have you been stood up? That thought hadn’t exactly crossed your mind, at least until now. That was not…sure Jungkook had been busy lately, and he’d missed a few promised chill nights at your apartment. But to stand you up on a real date? At a - a fancy restaurant, that had been on your calendar for over a month -

“Ah, I’m so sorry.” Jungkook’s voice breaks your spiral, at least for a moment. “Gah, I just - I lost track of time.” And he’s there, alright. A suit jacket and black pants paired with….a muscle shirt. You grip the napkin in your lap tightly, trying to temper the absolute incandescent rage building in your chest at how he looks.

Hair still damp with sweat, you know exactly where he’s been.

“And where exactly did you lose track of time, Jungkook-ah.” You ask, watching the way he tenses at your tone.

“Well, I was just…I mean, I was -”

“Boxing, you were boxing, and by the looks of your outfit, you planned it.” And he runs a hand through his hair, making you internally curse at how it falls so nicely, thanks to how damp it is.

“I forgot the shirt.” Jungkook admits. “And I lost track of time. I know, i suck.” “Oh, you more than suck.” You resist the urge to toss your glass of wine onto his stupid white tee. “Jungkook, I can’t keep doing this with you.” And you can see the way it sinks in, the frown on his pretty face.

“What do you mean? I was just a little late -”

“No.” and you hold your phone up, the time flashing. “You were 32 minutes late, Jungkook, and not even dressed for the occasion. You knew this was important to me, but apparently I wasn’t important enough for you to even send me a text saying you’d be running late.” And once you’ve gotten started it's hard to stop. “I am worth more than this, Jungkook. I know it, and so should you.”

“I - I know it.” Jungkook repeats you, sort of. “I know you’re worth more than how today has gone.” “Not just today, I shouldn’t…it shouldn’t cross my mind that you would stand me up, Jungkook! I shouldn’t be having to worry about it, or spend a whole day that was supposed to end in a beautiful, fancy, well-planned date, completely ignored by you. Not a single text!” And you’re on your feet. “So - so you can sit here, by yourself. We’re done. Done done. We are over.”

“Wait -” and he’s grabbing your wrist, on his feet, as you two are now fully making a scene in this restaurant. “Wait, I’m sorry, you can’t - this can’t be the end of us. I can fix this, we can go back to your place and - “ but you’re shaking him off.

“No, no more, I don’t want to see you again.”

Tuesday

“No, no more, I don’t want to see you again.” Prove to be famous last words on your way home from work, the train ride, normally peaceful, disturbed by a familiar warmth sliding into the seat next to you as you try to focus on the book in your hand, the headphones in your ear.

He’s warm, and he’s serious, not saying anything, at least until you huff, closing your book. Then his mouth opens, but before he can say anything, you’re on your feet, flat out ignoring him as you walk to the front of the train car, wondering if he will simply get the hint, but…

But you know him better than that.

“Please.” He asks, so sweetly, his hand reaching for yours, in the divider space between the train cars, rocking gently. “Hear me out, I’m sorry. It's not an excuse but…talk to me.” He sounds so earnest as you glare at him, a look that only makes him smile, like he’s being scolded gently, and not like you broke up with him yesterday.

“No.” You shake his grip off. “No Jungkook, you don’t get to just weasel your way back in after yesterday. I don’t care that you have those sparkly baby doe eyes, it's not going to work. So just - “

The train grinds to a halt as you slide into the next car, it's close enough to your stop that you’re just shrugging it off, walking out with the crowd of people exiting.

He doesn’t follow you, and you don't hear him softly mumble something about how you still think his eyes sparkle, even when you’re mad.

Wednesday

Is nothing sacred? You are watching the torrential downpour outside as the hum of the laundromat helps the thrumming beginnings of a headache. This is YOUR time, your time, as the person who has been nothing but a thorn in your side since Monday evening sits behind you on the counter.

And he’s such a fucking - You groan aloud in frustration, he looks so fucking good you almost want to forgive him on that basis alone, this little dance you two are playing getting old quickly. He’s in those stupid too-ripped jeans and a fucking tank top, with a fucking comfy jacket and its SICK.

It’s sick how much you want to FUCK him, to grab him by his chiseled jaw and kiss him till you’re breathless. To - to ride him on top of the fucking laundry counter till he’s crying. But right now, you’re ignoring him instead, focused on folding your half-dry clothes so you can set them into the hamper you brought them in with.

Broken - the laundromat has sprung a leak, water pouring into the building as you focus on anything but that, but him.

“I can help.” He speaks up, kicking his feet like a little kid, before hopping off the counter. No one is even bothering to glance at the two of you, too busy trying to gather their things. Too busy deciding if the rain outside is worse than the water flowing on the floor.

“I don’t need your help.” you answer, just for him to pull out one of your shirts and start folding. “I said no Jungkook - “ “Let me show you.” His voice is firm, way more than yours. “Let me show you. If you don’t want me to talk, let me show you that I’m sorry.” “Fuck you.” You answer him, snatching the shirt from his hand. “Big talk - “ “It's not talk.” he keeps his cool- sort of. No doubt fueled by your own obvious weakness, the way you can’t stop yourself from brushing your hand against his when you take your shirt back. Of course, this only pisses you off more. “You’re it for me, and I’ll do whatever I have to do - “ He is following you as you hastily shove your clothes into the hamper.

“Really, Jungkook?” And finally, you slam the hamper down onto the counter, turning to face him so you can jab a finger against his chest, so you can shove him back lightly. “Really? Now you’re everywhere I am? Now you’re on time? You’re early? You want to be around me? Where was that energy Monday night?”

“I made a mistake.” He throws his hands up, and it knocks his jacket off his shoulder, exposing a sliver of skin you know would look better if your mouth was against it, leaving darling red marks - the thought sets you on edge. “I made a mistake but it doesn’t mean I didn’t want to be there.” and he’s reaching for you again, just for you to slap his hand away.

“Doesn’t seem like it was a mistake. Doesn’t seem like you wanted to see me at all.” And you make a choice, grabbing your hamper.

“I always want to see you - every hour, every minute, every s-“

Fuck it, you’ll risk the weather. You’d rather get sucked into a tornado than spend another moment with him…because you know you’ll forgive him if you do.

Thursday

“Jungkook.” You’re staring at the yellow sunflowers, looking at the man in front of you with something like frustration - but not quite, especially when he thrusts them into your arms, the sunshine-colored petals almost blinding in their brightness. “Flowers, really?”

“Your favorite.” He clarifies, voice steady like you hadn’t just watched him sprint a block to catch up to you. “I was going to knock on your door but - I mean, I’m lucky I saw you.”

“Lucky?” Your voice is dry. “What does that make me?” But even as you’re talking, you’re clutching the flowers to your chest, idly brushing at the silken spring petals.

“It - it shows you that it’s fate.” Jungkook answers, so damn earnest your heart thumps out of rhythm at his words. “Fate that I was able to see you, and give these to you and say I’m sorry again.” And his eyes…

It’s really unfair how they are so big, so beautiful and soft, and how pretty they look with the sunflowers reflected in them.

Or how he’s smiling at you, like you hold his whole heart in your hands. Which is why you don’t toss the flowers into the street, or make a scene of throwing them to the ground…you just…

“Yaaah, can’t you give it a rest?” Which gets nothing but an adamant refusal from him, a shake of his head that would normally make you laugh.

That you manage to resist laughing at, thank fuck.

“Never.” And you know he means it, even as you roll your eyes, letting your footsteps take you away from him. “Hey! W-wait - you aren’t getting rid of the flowers?” It’s confusion and elation all at once.

And you don’t, in fact. When you finally make it home later you set them up in a pretty vase, letting your gaze drift to them as you think about him.

Fate, huh?

Friday

It’s been raining all day, and instead of soothing you, you feel…antsy, staring at your phone, listening for a knock at the door, pausing to look back at the sunflowers on your table.

Jungkook, you bite your lip, huffing as you look down at your phone again. Even if you don’t have any plans today for him to barge in on….he could certainly send you a text.

As the hours tick by and the storm gets worse, your thoughts shift to worrying that he will come over, that he’ll brave the weather like an idiot just to tell you that he’s sorry, when you already have forgiven him.

Then your phone lights up, a text, and you almost drop it from how quickly you go to look.

“There’s been an accident.” From Seokjin.

Your breath leaves your lungs.

Saturday

“I literally can’t believe you.” You are staring at Jungkook, who looks pitiful. “I thought something had happened! I thought you were hurt!” And sure - maybe there is a scratch on his cheek, a skint knee, but he’s fine.

Thank God he’s fine. You could kiss him on the mouth, just to make sure.

“That’s not my fault!” Jungkook whines “Hyung sent that. I didn’t know - I mean, there was an accident, but I’m fine.”

“You’re fine.” And you find yourself kneeling on the floor by his couch. Pressing a hand gently against his cheek. “You’re fine, but you could have been hurt - I mean you wrecked your bike -“

“No.” Jungkook shakes his head. “Not my bike, I mean, I - I want you to keep worrying about me, but it wasn’t my motorcycle.” And his cheeks are flushed. “Namjoon-Hyung left his bike at my house, his bicycle. So…so I decided to take it back to him, then Jin-Hyung and I were going to uhm…” and the redness has reached his ears. “Okay we were going to think of new ways for me to - to get your attention.”

“I’m going to kill Kim Seokjin.” You mumble and it makes him laugh, his hands coming up to hide his face.

“Yeah be mad at Jin Hyung and not me.” Jungkook answers, a little giggle on his lips. “I - I like that better.”

“Jungkook.” you grab his hand, twining his fingers with yours. “You…you have my attention. No need to get your hyung in it, no need to - to almost break a rib for it either.” “I’d do anything.” He says, squeezing your fingertips. “Anything for you.”

Sunday

“A-ah!” Jungkook’s fingertips are digging into your thighs, your own planted firmly on his shoulders as you rock your hips against his. Damn him, you think, eyes briefly trailing to the vase of sunflowers on the table, then back to him, to his toned chest and the way he is literally fucking you while you’re on top of him.

Bringing you up and down with his strong grip, somehow even making your couch squeak from the effort. “Ngh - y-you feel so good.” He breathes, a steady whimper that makes you feel weak as you find his mouth messily with your own.

“Yeah?” You answer, letting your nails leave crescent moons against his toned skin. “Y-Yeah? So good?” “F-Fuck - “ He whines outright. “Just, I love it when you ride - I love you - “

“Ha-ah ~” You appreciate the moment, also how he slows just a bit, his hand sliding into the space between the two of you to truly show you the depths of his devotion, roughened fingertips making you tense as they rub your clit. “I love you too.” You rub your nose against his cheek, tracing his jaw with your tongue, making him shiver. “Even if - if you’re insufferable. Even if you’re a mess. You’re MY mess.”

“I wanna live i-in this moment.” he groans. “I wanna be like this every day - “ “Fucking me?” You answer, before you leave a sweet little love bite against his pulse point, but his answer is lost against your lips, and long forgotten by the time he sends you over the edge, long forgotten as the condom finds its way to the trash and you find your way into his arms.

You feel satiated, relaxed, glowing even, as you curl against him, forever the big spoon as he grins sweetly at you.

“Do you forgive me?” He murmurs, chasing your lips after you plant a kiss to his forehead.

“What do you think?” You reply, and he giggles, his eyes sparkling in the light.

“I think you kept my flowers.” and now it's your face that feels warm. “I think you wanted to forgive me then.” But all you do is twine your fingers with his, shushing him with another kiss, more than willing to take him up on his offer.

Every hour, every minute, every second - just loving him.

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kiritkl · 5 months

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Loser!

Lee!Bakugo | Ler!Kirishima

Summary: Bakugo thinks he's an invincible force when it comes to playing games with Kirishima. He makes a stupid bet and lives to regret it - or not.

“Yeah, loser! I told you I’d win! Bakugo exclaimed, throwing his controller in the air. Kirishima frowned. Why wasn’t he doing as well as usual with these video games that he and Bakugo were playing?

Usually, he’d destroy anybody who’d challenge him. However, Bakugo had been the one defeating Kirishima every single round. Bakugo was so sure of his capabilities to win another round, that he’d offered up a challenge.

“If I lose this next round, I’ll let you tickle me for five minutes straight. Got it?”

Kirishima’s eyes widened. Was Bakugo serious? Kirishima knew how ticklish the boy was, and was sure that he would never offer something like this up. Was Bakugo sick or something?!

“Got it,” Kirishima nodded, grabbing his controller and preparing to beat Bakugo’s ass in this next round. It would be difficult, but he had more motivation than ever before.

Player 1 wins!

Bakugo looked to the side to see Kirishima with a grin on his face. Who might player one be? None other than Kirishima himself.

“Hah…alright, let’s do two out of three,” Bakugo tried to get himself out of this situation, but Kirishima had already leaped on top of him, straddling his thighs.

“Hey! Get the hell off! Fuhuck!”

Kirishima drilled his thumbs into Bakugo’s hips, eliciting a sweet laugh from his lips. He writhed around vigorously, trying his best to escape.

“You said five minutes, right? I still have four minutes and forty-five seconds left!” The redhead teased.

He kept one hand on Bakugo’s hips, letting the other one venture deep beneath his shirt and onto his sides. That one hand latched onto Bakugo’s ticklish flank and wiggled its fingers, not letting up a single inch.

“Gah!- NoHOHOHoho! Kihirishihima! StoHOHAHAHOhop ihit!” The blond howled.

Kirishima giggled at the sight of Bakugo’s pinkish cheeks. It seemed as if he was blushing. “Do you like this?” Kirishima cooed, moving both of his hands onto the boy’s ribs. All ten of his fingers drilled into his ticklish ribcage, raking up and down, making sure they could feel each ribbone that he had.

Bakugo laid his head back and shrieked, kicking his legs and shaking his hips. He thought to himself how much he hated being tickled - but for some reason, he was enjoying it today. Perhaps it was because it was Kirishima who was tickling him, but either way, he purposefully stopped trying to resist.

Kirishima grabbed Bakugo’s wrists - which was an accomplishment - and held them above his head with one hand. He had a smirk on his face as he snuck a hand underneath Bakugo’s arm, now clawing all five of his fingers across the ticklish pit.

Bakugo was in hell. This was the most tickling he’d ever had to endure in his life. “OhohOHOkahaAHAY! It’s bEHEHEheen fihive mihiHAHAhinutes!”

Kirishima looked at the clock and realized that it had been six minutes. He didn’t say anything, though. He got off of Bakugo and quickly stood up, ready to defend himself if Bakugo tried to get revenge - which he didn’t, surprisingly.

Bakugo chuckled and grabbed his controller, ready for another round. This time, he was surely going to beat Kirishima. Or, was he going to lose on purpose again..?

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 2 days

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So this might be an odd one, but I cannot stop thinking about it, so here you go. How would the celebrity characters (Vox, Velvette, Charlie, Lucifer, Angel Dust, maybe Alastor and Valentino) fare on a show like Hot Ones? (Explanation below if you're not familiar. It's on YouTube too if you're interested.)

It's basically an interview show where the guests and the host eat chicken wings with 10 progressively hotter hot sauces. Typically, guests descend into various flavors of mania as the sauces get hotter.

Vox would act nonchalant but be out fairly quickly. He likes spicy food but his processors aren’t built to handle so much at one time, especially if it’s only getting worse. He’d likely glitch and spark before crashing.

- “Hot? What, I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m fine. Tastes great! What do you mean I’m glitching out-”

Velvette wouldn’t even comment on the spice- try asking her questions and she’ll insult your clothing choice. She’s taking it slow and identifying every nuance of the flavor of each sauce before moving on, just to be petty because she likely didn’t want to be there. I think she’d get to number seven?

- “Mm, yes. It has a bit of a savory feel to it, doesn’t it? Really brings out the hints of desperation, sadness, and a profound taste of time wasting. Are we done here?”

Charlie, incredibly nervous. Out at around 3 or 4, eating any piece of bread she can find, probably crying. She’s dramatic but she’s trying.

- “Hoolllyyy shit- fuck, hold on, I am so sorry- gah! Why is my mouth on fire? Water, I need water! Oh shit that made things worse! WHAT DO YOU MEAN I NEED- YOU ALREADY HAD ALL THE BREAD AND MILK? I’m doomed. I’ll die to a hot sauce challenge. Check my will, I’m giving everything to Vaggie, Razzle and Dazzle.”

Lucifer, like Vox, would act nonchalant. Except he’s good at it. He’s been around since forever, and he’s likely had plenty of chances to get used to all sorts of food. He’d look at the bottle, take note of how it was made, how long the company has been around for, and dive into a short but sweet lecture on the history of the company, most popular flavors, etc. he’s probably pulling half of it out of his ass, in an attempt to impress Hell or look like a cool dad for his little girl. He’d be out of the game between 6 and 8.

- “Oh yes this is a family recipe! Can’t say I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting a living member of said family, but I know it’s made with both love and care. Yeah, I know! John is such a good man, and his wife? Makes the best chicken buffalo casserole you’ll ever have. The sauce isn’t particularly spicy, but the dedication and history behind it, the love this family holds for eachother, is really what brings tears to my eyes.”

Angel Dust is an immediate lose. He’s charismatic but absolutely unhinged, he probably doesn’t follow the rules. Asks if he can mix the sauces, then ends up chugging the whole bottle (number 2) for ten dollars. He does it, gets his money, and is disqualified immediately after. Insults everyone’s sense of style, their boring topics of conversation, etc.

- “Enough about the sauce, tell me, hot stuff, do you have someone waiting for you at home? Cus I’d sure like to sample this hunk of meat…”

Alastor is completely unphased by the sauce but extremely irritable. He finds it all completely abominable. From the cameras and the picture boxes it’d be seen on to the sheer disappointment and lack of spice in the sauce. He’d asked if the wings are even seasoned, when everything was made, how fresh it is, etc. He glitches out the footage so he can’t be scene and the host (or hells equivalent- look, I headcanon it’d be Tom trench just for the shits and giggles) is pissed at him for it. He makes it to 9 before he ends up killing someone and getting kicked off.

- “My mother was quite a good cook! Have I mentioned that before? She made the best jambalaya, the recipe was to die for. No, of course I’m not telling you! What would you do with it? Take out all the seasonings and add this poor excuse of a hot sauce bought from the store? No, no, no. I’d rather keep my dignity and reputation as a well respected man, thank you. (Scoffs) share the recipe? As if I’d ever do such a thing to my mother…”

Valentino is nothing but insults the whole way through. Cussing people out, making snide comments on the set up of the cameras, outfits, the hosting skills. He doesn’t even have the sauces in order, he chooses whichever one he wants and just sort of goes for it. He wins with ease. Nobody can get him off set, he’s mixing the sauces together, somehow brings his own?? He forces production crew members to join in and try the sauce so he can insult them, specifically on their tastes and lack of ability to handle it. He’s a menace, to say the least. Gossiping, talking about clothes and fashion, texting, etc. he wins but everyone is pissed because of it.

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devildomditzy · 2 years

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imagine mammon getting him and mc into a serious accident and mc ends up losing an eye or something and he feels so bad but mc still loves him ,, like angst but with a sweet ending :')

Accidents Happen - Mammon x MC

Lol i couldn’t think of what to name this one we’ll give it a better one in post

Part one of ?

TW: Potential body horror, lots of angst

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“Pleeeeaaassse”, your voice rings out to him from your position where you sat on his bed. Your sweet, beautiful, annoyingly cheery voice.

“Yer not comin’, MC. Like I said this place is dangerous for demons, let alone some little human like you.”

Mammon doesn’t spare you a glance as he continues grabbing miscellaneous items and shoving them into his bag. Increasingly becoming frustrated with his lack of attention, you hopped off the mattress and skipped your way over to his closet, where the second born scoured through his belongings. When he turns towards the sound of your footsteps, he is met with the saddest pout you could muster.

“Please Mammon! I promise I can handle it!”, you whine, blinking up to him with wide, puppy dog eyes.

“Gah! Don’t look at me like that! L-like I said, it’s for yer own good!”, he blushes, eyes looking anywhere but at your pleading expression.

Gently, you reach forward and grab his hand, running circles over his knuckles. The way he tenses up at your touch is not lost on you. A few touches and the right words could make the avatar of greed putty in your hands.

“I’m not just some regular ole human, I’ve survived down here long enough!”

You read his features, still finding him less than convinced. Time to roll out the big guns.

“Plus, if I’m in any danger.. I know The Great Mammon will save me. You know, being my first man and all… he’s so powerful and strong and-”

“Okay! Fine. You can come with me, ya spoiled brat.”

Sweet, sweet victory.

While you spin around and do your small happy dance, the demon before you can’t help but smile widely at your antics. Of course you’d be fine, you’ve some how managed to survive down here in the Devildom just fine. You’ve somehow managed to make pacts with him and all of his brothers. You’ve charmed everyone here, even the demon prince himself. What’s one small trip to the depths? And it’s not like he wouldn’t be with you every step of the way.

Really, what was he worried about in the first place? He should have told you to pack a bag as soon as Lucifer told him about the “favor” he was asking (forcing) him to do for Diavolo. Just maybe he wouldn’t let Lucifer know he was bringing you along…

“Alright, go pack yer things and meet me back here in ten, alright? If your comin’, yer gonna hav’ta listen to every word I say, capeesh?”, he questions, eyes narrowing in on you as you raise one hand to your forehead in salute.

“Aye aye, Captain!”, you giggle before running off towards your bedroom. Your not exactly sure what Mammon is venturing for yet, he’s kept it pretty vague as to not pique your interest. When will he learn wherever he goes the human is sure to follow, you think, smiling to yourself. Plus, no way you’d pass up a chance to see Devildom territory previously uncharted by yourself. This was the chance for adventure! A chance to not be cooped up in the dorms! A chance to skip class!

Not knowing exactly where you are going or what you are going for aside, you shove what you assume might be useful in a “hostile environment” (hairbrush? toothbrush? the mace Asmo gave you for downtown? an extra pair of shoes?), and haul your bag and yourself back to the bedroom door of your first man, finding Mammon staring down at his D.D.D impatiently.

“Ya know, you take forever gettin’ ready”, he complains, not braking eye contact from the device. “Oh, says the boy who takes forty-five minutes on his hair every day!”, you tease back. Mammon’s face shoots up at that comment, expression hurt as he feigns offense, “That was supposed to be our secret!”. He brings a hand up to defensively splay across his chest, turning his face away from your direction. “Can’t believe ya. I’m offerin’ to be yer tour guide and this is how ya treat me? I outta charge ya.” “How’s this?”, you ask, rolling onto your tippy toes to place a chaste kiss to his cheek. Just like clockwork, his skin flashes a bright pink and he begins stuttering. “H-hey! Ya can’t just do that outta nowhere! T-trying to distract me n stuff - We got a very important mission ya know!”.

You smirk up at your very flustered first man, “By all means, after you”, gesturing towards the hallway that leads to the front door.

Flying was a sensation you’d never get used to, you think to yourself. Ever the showboat, Mammon has taken to the Devildom skies with you in his grasp many times before, but each trip felt new. The bristle of the cold wind against your skin, the pit that formed in your stomach when you glanced down. It didn’t help now that you wore both your bags, your backpack strapped against you and Mammon’s duffel bag across your side. They felt weightless with the way he carried you, but your mind couldn’t help but wander to the notion of how much faster the extra pounds would make you plummet towards the ground had you fallen from this height.

He picks up on your nervousness quickly. He wasn’t born yesterday, and while he isn’t the smartest of his brothers, he knows your anxiety when he sees it. “Just hang on tight”, he reassures, yelling over the roar of the wind, “I’ve gotcha. Wouldn’t let anythin’ happen to ya either.” You notice the grin that plasters across his face as you tighten your grip around his neck, but decide not to tease him. After all, he could tease you right back for the warmth spreading across your features.

You don’t know how long you’ve been flying for, but you do know the atmosphere has taken a turn for the worst. The air has become thick, almost like a fog that was hard to take in. The landscape below changed drastically, as the bustling city began to disappear and buildings became fewer and fewer, until all that was left was pointy, jagged cliff formations and cracked rock stretching for miles. You fail to think of anything the Demon Price could possible need from a barren wasteland like this. You’re ripped from your train of thought as Mammon’s begins your descent down.

He sets you on your feet gently, stepping back to give you some room to bush yourself off. Your hands shoot up to flatten your fly-aways; You still wanted to look good in front of him, even if you were in the middle of a stretch of desert. “We’re almost there, it’s just about a mile up ahead”, he points outward, and your eyes follow the direction of his finger. “Why aren’t we flying in”, you question, almost innocently as you continued to fix your hair. “Cuz,” he responds “they like to shoot things out of the sky.”

Beginning to worry that maybe this journey wasn’t for you, you keep close to Mammon as you both set pace for a larger crack within the oranged Earth beneath your feet. “When we get there, just follow my lead ‘n stay quiet, got it?”, he instructs. “I can’t have ya steppin into any deal makin’.” You figure now would be as good a time as ever to ask, “Hey Mammon, what exactly does Diavolo need you to get anywa- Woah!”

Your train of thought is cut short as the opening you both were seeking comes into view. Now, peering down into the large gash in the rock you see a large, bustling city. Market stalls line the streets for miles, shrouded in darkness, attended by people who seemed less than savory. You feel a hand touch the small of your back as Mammon takes a breath. “Be careful when we go down, n’ don’t leave my side for a second.”

Through twisting turns and back allies of disheveled buildings and litter lined streets, one thing is clear: your first man knows his way around these parts. “So, do you come here…often?”, you ask honestly, ignoring the irony of the statement. Ever his cocky self, you receive a “course ya wanna use a pickup line of The Great Mammon! But uh… I usually only come here on business.”

“Oooooh, so there’s illegal casinos around here?”

“O-Oi! I never said that!”

“But you were thinking it, right?”

“Shut it, half pint!”

A little bit more walking leads you both to what seems to be his desired destination, a wide street lined down the sides with various booth and vendors of all different shapes and sizes. You curiosity wants you to ogle and browse every table in site, but Mammon’s iron clad grip finds its way onto your hand, seemingly knowing your thoughts before you could even say them. “This ain’t the type of place to be window shoppin’. They’ll con ya out of all the grimm ya have. Hell, once they see yer human, they won’t stop til they con ya outta yer soul.”

With that notion, you decide it best to let him lead you straight on, sucking your head down as to not make eye contact with strangers that were suddenly finding you very interesting and very out of place. You walk for a minute or two before Mammon’s pace comes to a halt in front of a crowded table filled with various bottles and potions, specimens and creatures enclosed in cages. The bubbling of the entire table would have distracted you, if not for the more interesting character behind the booth.

Standing behind his wears sat what appeared to you as a walking reptile, a lizard on two legs - wrapped in a cloak and blinking his large, orb like eyes on at a time at the two of you. His tongue shoots out of his mouth, licking his eye before he speaks. “Aaahh, Avatar of Greed - What a pleasant surprise! To what do I owe the honor?”

Mammon rolls his eyes with distain for the title as opposed to his name before responding. “Yup, it’s me. And ya already know what I’m here for, alright?

The creatures eyes look off into two different directions. “But of course! I was hoping maybe this time it’d be different. Perhaps, you’d like to trade… that is a fine specimen you brought with you, Avatar.”

It takes Mammon a minute to realize the “fine specimen” the shop keep was referring to was you, but once he does, you can tell he enters attack mode.

“HEY! The humans not for sale ta’ you, or anyone else in this damn dump, got it?!”

The shopkeeper laughs to himself as he turns his back to you and Mammon, disappearing into his tent before re-emerging with a slender bottle filled with swirling, silverish liquid. “Relax, Avatar of Greed - It was merely a joke!”

“Yeah? Well i’m not laughin’!”, Mammon barks out, hand coming down to snatch the bottle from the lizard-like creature’s hands.

The merchant continues to laugh before speaking once more. “Aaahh, it’s always a pleasure, Avatar of Greed. Do give the Demon Prince my humble greetings…and be careful with that potion…precious cargo and all…”, he ominously trails off.

“Yea yea yea, I got it. An’ quit callin! me that!”, Mammon snarls as he shoves the bottle into your hands. His annoyance getting the best of him, Mammon doesn’t realize just how much force he shoves the bottle with until he hears a crack and looks over at you.

Standing dazed for a split second, you register the feel of the liquid splashing over you. The first thing you feel is the burn. It covers your hands where Mammon tried to hand you the glass bottle, your chest where it had splashed up on you, and your eye, your left eye where it hurt the worst, where you reached a burning hand up to clutch it, only worsening the potions spread. You scream in agony.

“Oh, that’s too bad…damaged specimens never sell for much”, the shopkeeper trails off, seemingly now losing interest in you as you writhed in pain. It takes a second for Mammon’s feet to catch up to his brain.

Running forth he grabs you, pulling you into his embrace, ignoring the liquid which now splashed onto him, burning the surface of his skin. He could heal just fine, you on the other hand…

At your wailing of his name, Mammon turns to shop keep, claws out. While careful not to hurt you worse, the fire in his eyes was unmistakable. “WHAT THE HELL WAS IN THAT VIAL!”, he spits through his barred fangs.

“Oh..It appears I may have gave you the wrong one…little accident is all, Avatar of Greed. Allow me to grab you the correct vial,” the lizard like creature continues, seemingly unaware or uncaring of your intense pain.

Holding you in the grip of one arm to his side, Mammon reaches over the table with his clawed arm, grabbing onto the shopkeepers shawl and lifting him slightly into the air. “Ta hell with the vial, get me some kinda healin’ potion! Somethin’ to stop their pain!”

The shopkeep seems unfazed by his behavior. “My my, looks like someone wants to draw a crowd! Unfortunately there’s nothing I can do to reverse the effects of the silvervine’s serum.”

“Ya better find somethin’ or I’ll hurt ya twice as bad as they’re feelin’ right now!”, Mammon growls, aura shooting in a such a threatening way you’ve never experienced before.

The creature begins to look meek at the threat. “I can’t do anything, but I can tell you the name of a sorcerer who may be able to assist.”

Mammon’s grasp quickly looses on his robes and he shoots his attention towards you. “Solomon!”, he exclaims.

With that, Mammon carefully cradles you in his arms and flies faster than he ever has back towards R.A.D, back towards Purgatory Hall.

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according2thelore · 2 months

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okay so your es/ls verse is making me lose my mind omg!! I check everyday and every little snippet heals a part of my soul I am not even kiddinggg! This last one about es!sam missing was so so so on point, I finally have the courage to send you an ask - what if es!sam or dean or both at the same time see ls!sam and dean uhm...um...doing what they are yearning for, kissing or spooning or straight up boning...what happens then? Does ES!Dean freak out and bolt? Does ES!Sam feel hopeful about the future for the first time since coming? Do ES!Sam&Dean evade each other forever?????? Do they accept it or try to play up their wtf reactions as if they havent been dreaming of this forever???

PS - odd detail but I love how adorably you write "kisses you on both cheeks" - english isnt my first language so forgive me if this comes as weird but this phrase of yours always me laugh because it is so cute haha?! I hope ES!Sam kisses Cas on both cheeks? Did I use it right???

EEK! thank you, anon! MWAH MWAH!

and please send me all the asks in the world! i cradle all of these asks in my hands like a duckling, lol!

OKAY ANON LMAO I TOTALLY READ THIS WHOLE THING COMPLETELY WRONG!!!! i read it as: what if LS!Dean&ES!Sam walk in on LS!Sam&ES!Dean kissing, and wrote this big long terrible thing about it!!!! my mistake!!!!!!! i was about to click publish then read it again and realized my error! if y'all ever want that lesson in angst and torture, lmk lol.

but GAH!!! your BRAIN!!!! i had to write a narrative little thing about it, i hope you enjoy!

sam doesn't know where the hell anyone is.

he checks the kitchen. nope. the armory, no one. the library? empty. he checks everyone's bedrooms, the garage, the war room, the dungeon (still can't believe there's a future where he owns a dungeon), and they're all completely empty.

sam is starting to suspect that they all went out without him, despite the fact that sammy had immediately established the ground rule that no "same" winchesters can go out together without a pretty extensive disguise.

that rule had been established when they all went out to the bar to drink their collective problem away (with the younger winchesters in big-billed trucker hats) and a drunk girl had stumbled straight from older dean's unwilling arms into younger dean's infinitely-more-willing arms and did a double-take. then a triple-take. then she saw The Sams, and they got the hell out of dodge before things could get ugly.

twins exist, for sure, but identical twins separated by 10+ years? not really.

sam's walking down another of the infinite hallways when he spots dean--his dean.

he had given up on finding anyone and gone to do some more archiving work. it was one of the only things that kept him sane in this new reality, and he enjoyed the quiet, satisfying work of logging complicated artifacts in his older self's laptop.

it was outside on of these rooms that he finds dean.

sam is positive there's nothing on these floors but dusty, mostly unopened rooms full of non-sharp, lore-heavy papers and gadgets and pottery, so he's confused why dean is here at all.

(and another, more bitter part of him is surprised to see him here without his precious sammy)

dean's pressed against a door, and sam's steps slow, because he's seen this exact scene in that one movie about the blair witch that terence made him watch at stanford. they had all jumped and laughed and rolled their eyes, but sam had sat straight as a board, beer sweating and unopened in his hand.

dean is clearly not looking at him, face pressed into the doorcrack like he's trying to smell or something. sam creeps forward, listening, but can only dean's quick breathing.

is he hurt? sam picks up his pace.

when he's directly behind him, he leans his head in close. he can smell his own shampoo in dean’s hair.

“dean!” he says suddenly, because it’s his big brother, and sam is legally obligated to be a little shit about it.

dean jumps like he just took a bullet to the kidney, and he slams both hands over his mouth. he whips around with glaring eyes, but he’s clearly shocked by something. something not-sam.

“what the hell?” dean asks, sharply, voice barely above a whisper.

“what are we doing?” sam asks, lowering his voice, too. is something wrong? what’s in the room? sam makes a step forward, but dean reaches a hand out to sam’s chest, keeping him there.

dean raises his other hand to his lips, motioning for sam to be quiet. sam hunches instinctively, and creeps forward quietly.

he and dean are sharing space next to the door, and sam presses even closer so dean’s back brushes his chest with every inhale. there’s a few-centimeter crack in the door, just enough for light to come through, but they can only see a sliver of a shelf from here.

there are voices, sam realizes. behind the door. they’re faint, but one is getting steadily quieter and louder, like they’re pacing back and forth from the door.

"--leave, already?"

a soft laugh. "you don't mean that."

a groan. "yeah, sammy, i kinda do. i don't like this. that we have to hide this."

sam knew it was their older selves, but the confirmation of it shoots a spark of nerves all the way down to his toes. why are they here?

“we’ve hidden this before. we hide literally everywhere. all the time.”

“but it’s us, y’know?”

“even more reason. could you imagine telling dean that this is how we end up?”

“kid’ll wet himself in glee, promise you that.” a silence. “what?”

“nothing. just…”

“d’ah, stop lookin’ at me like that.” dean grumbles. and his voice stops moving back and forth.

“or what?” challengingly. sam flushes, because he knows that tone of voice. he flirts with that voice. keep it together, man, he wants to scream to his older self. dean shifts in front of him.

“or i’ll come over there and make you,” dean says, and sam can feel the dean in front of him tense up.

there’s silence in the room for a second, and sam can feel the ragged inhales of the dean in front of him. sam’s palms are sweating.

“how long have they been here?” sam asks quietly, and if he didn’t know better, he would say dean shudders as his breath hits dean’s scalp.

“i don’t know. i just found them a few minutes ago. they’ve been talking about us.”

sam can feel dean’s voice rumble, and he closes his eyes, tight.

the silence reigns, and sam leans forward even more,

“what are they doing?”

sam reaches forward to push the door open. dean makes a wordless hushed sound of protest, but sam has already knocked the door open an inch. it’s silent on its hinges.

sam leans over dean, and his blood runs cold.

sammy is sitting on a table, facing the door. dean’s waist is pressed between his thighs, and one foot has hooked around dean’s calf to hold them close.

they’re kissing.

sam can hear the wet sounds their mouths make as they part and connect. tongues flash in the yellow over-head lights.

the dean in front of him makes a noise, shocked and…and something else.

“hate that i have to have you here, sammy. want to fuck you on the kitchen table, make them watch.”

sam watches his own face contort into a groan, watches older dean bite kisses down his throat. sammy’s lips are swollen and wet, and sam flushes hot because oh my god oh my fucking god—

“you like that idea, don’t you? spread you open for me, make your little favorite hear what a slut his older brother is? make him know you’re mine?”

younger dean’s hand flies to his mouth. sam desperately has to press a hand to his cock, and does so, praying that dean doesn’t turn around.

“no bites.” sammy pants, and tangles his hand in dean’s hair, pulling him away.

sam is shocked by the pure want and adoration on his older self’s face, and aches down to his very bones.

“can’t believe we wasted so much time.” he says, voice rough. his eyes are soft. older dean’s hand bunches in sammy’s shirt, and sam can see the tips of his ears go pink.

younger dean stumbles back, and slams into sam. sam jerks back with a yelp, throwing his hips away because he is terrified that dean is going to feel the hard swell of his dick in his jeans.

dean is panting, and his hand shakes on his mouth.

“oh my god,” dean whines. “they’re—together—they—“

“they’re fucking.” sam confirms, nodding and not knowing why. “they fuck. they fuck each other.”

“stop saying it!” dean whisper shouts, bending at the waist and standing up again, pacing in frantic little circles.

“together,” he’s muttering. “they’re—they—holy shit.”

sam’s heart is pumping in his ears. he can’t help it—he can’t—his eyes fall to dean’s crotch. there’s a bulge in his jeans. sam’s mouth goes dry. his whole body goes hot.

does…does dean—

“i don’t—“ sam says, but he doesn’t know what he’s going to follow that up with.

“yeah, i know.” dean says, laughing breathlessly. then his eyes get wide and he grabs a fist of his hair. “oh fuck. what are we gonna do?”

“pretend we didn’t see anything?” sam suggests.

“we were going to—y’know! to you!!! y’all!” dean says. he’s panicking. sam’s hope starts to curdle.

“say it—fuck. they’re fucking!” sam hisses. dean groans like he’s going to be sick.

dean put his hand over his mouth and starts muttering again. sam catches a few words. “kiss—how could he do that—little brother—we promised—can’t believe—“

something strange shifts in sam’s chest. since he was freshly 11—hell even before that, when he found out his kindergarten teacher was engaged, and sam found out what “marriage” meant, he had grabbed dean’s hand excitedly when he came to get him from the classroom and elatedly told him “we’re gettin’ married! i’m gonna marry you!” dad had later disabused him of that, and dean had crawled into their bed later that night and kissed sam’s tear-streaked cheeks. “it’s okay sammy,” he said, “i’m gonna be at your weddin’ anyway. standin’ right behind you.” sam’s stomach had curdled. “but if you’re really, super old—like 29–and you’re still not married, we can talk about it.”

sam had thought about it when he was 13 and watching dean press the girl of the month against the side of the impala from the motel window. 16 years to go, he had thought with all the tone and life of someone counting down the years of a terminal diagnosis. he had been rotting with this for years.

and they—future they—did it! are doing it? they…they’re together. in all the ways. in every way.

“i gotta go,” dean mutters, and sam catches one look at his overwhelmed expression before dean takes off. sam blinks after him, still processing.

together. he and dean together.

“dean,” sam calls. he’s shocked by how breathless he is, and clears his throat. “wait up!”

he follows his brother, like he’s been doing since he was six.

but for the first time in his life, his chest swells with a tentative, frantic hope. he’s afraid the weight of it—of them—will choke him. he doesn’t know what’s going to happen. dean probably won’t talk to him. but sam—he—it’s starting. this could go either way, but whatever this is—love, family, whatever—is starting.

and he can’t wait to find out.

~~~

“do you think they’re talking about it?” sammy asks later, washing his face before bed. dean is sitting on their bed with a cleaning cloth, freshly showered. “do you think it was enough of a kick in the ass?”

“knowing us, not a fucking shot.” dean says blandly, cleaning his gun. “at this rate, i think i will actually have to suck your cock in the library four times a day to get it to sink in.”

sam rolls his eyes, and dryly says, “romantic.” he adjusts his collar and his eyes land on a couple of splotchy bruises on his neck. “hey!” he leans out of the bathroom. “i think you actually left bruises.”

dean looks up, face purposefully placid.

“whoops. let’s hope pipsqueak doesn’t see those.”

sam scowls.

“you’ve got issues.”

dean lifts one shoulder up in a coy shrug and tilts his head.

“aw, baby. only for you.”

“you’re an ass!” sam calls as he steps back into the bathroom. he looks at his and dean’s toothbrushes sitting side-by-side.

he smiles. yeah.

they definitely got them.

~~~

PS - aw! thank you so much!!! it’s not weird at all! and yes, that's completely correct, haha! ES!Sam is for sure kissing Cas on both cheeks!

LS!Dean is the guy running up and trying to stop it but the poor fool is too late! they are embracing!

(I DO NOT KNOW WHY THE ONLY OTHER EXAMPLE OF THIS IN TUMBLR'S GIF LIBRARY IS FROM GABRIEL'S INFERNO, PLEASE IGNORE THE CONTEXT OH MY GOD AHAHAH)

anyway!!!

i am kissing you on both cheeks! so now we're both laughing! thank you for this ask, anon, it made me giggle! have a great day! <3

-lizzy

#ask box #lizzy answers #ES/LS verse #anon <3

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imaredshirt · 7 months

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“I should have killed you that night in Mexico City,” Ernesto says to Héctor as he holds up a half-empty bottle of tequila. “Should have killed you the very moment I had the chance.”

“Ah, you wouldn’t have had the guts,” Héctor says without missing a beat.

He never takes Ernesto’s grouchy threat seriously. Not when his friend has growled and grumbled and groaned the same empty words for years over any little inconvenience or annoyance he blames Héctor for.

When Héctor wakes him up to early to practice – “I'll kill you if you poke me again,” Ernesto gripes.

Héctor drinks all the coffee before Ernesto can get to it – “I should have killed you when I had the chance,” Ernesto whines in the middle of the kitchen.

Héctor embarrasses him in font of the Rivera family with another sappy tale of their childhood when Ernesto had moved Heaven and Earth to make sure his hermanito had something to eat at night – “Gah! I should have let you starve!” Ernesto groans into his hands before adding a thousand embellishments to the story to make himself seem grander because his ego is just that big.

It’s an empty threat. It makes Héctor laugh sometimes.

Like now. He chortles to himself and nudges Ernesto’s empty shot glass closer to him. The movement sends Ernesto’s losing hand of playing cards sliding to the edge of the table. “Go on, you loser, drink up!”

Ernesto grumbles and pours himself his nth shot of clear liquor for the night.

Héctor can see Imelda over Ernesto’s shoulder, sitting at her desk by the window, head bowed over neatly arranged sheets of drawing paper. She’s singing to herself under breath as she works, sketching improvements to existing boot designs. A strand of silver hair falls over her brow.

Héctor begins to hum along to her beautiful voice until he hears Ernesto mutter, “I was planning to, you know.”

“Huh?” Héctor turns to him.

“Kill you,” Ernesto says. He’s shuffling the cards, lips twitching into something that’s not quite a snarl but close to it. “I planned it all for that night you left.”

Behind him, the sound of Imelda’s brothers laughing with Coco in the garden only vaguely catches Héctor’s attention. He leans forward on crossed arms, eyes the cards that Ernesto flicks across the table towards him. “The night I left?”

“When you left me in that cheap hotel in Mexico City ten years ago,” Ernesto says. “And took all your songs and your pinche guitar with you.” He’s done dealing out the cards when he meets Héctor’s eyes again. “I was going to kill you and take all of it for myself.”

Héctor narrows his eyes. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes. With rat poison, of all things,” Ernesto says. “But luck wasn’t on my side that night.”

Silence.

And then, as if on cue, they laugh. Héctor hugs his middle and tries not to send his cards flying. Ernesto’s shoulders are shaking and his head is bowed, laughing in that wheezy way of his that he’s only ever comfortable doing in the presence of people close to him.

Héctor says through his laughter, “I really piss you off that much, eh?”

“Every day,” Ernesto says. “Back then and even now – even now I still want to poison you.”

Any other man, and Héctor would blame the tequila for the harsh words. But this is Ernesto. The man just says things like that sometimes. Even his ridiculous jokes -even ones about abandoned murder attempts, apparently- sound charming with the way he speaks.

“You can try. But would the world really forgive you if you silenced this beautiful face forever?” Héctor gestures at his face with a flourish and gasps when Ernesto flicks a card at his nose. “Hey! Ouch!”

“Forget it,” Ernesto grouches. “I think if I try, Imelda will kill me a dozen times over.”

“I would enjoy that,” Imeda says without looking up from her work.

“I know.”

“Ah, well,” Héctor says. He pours them both shots of tequila and holds his glass up. “To failed plans and bright futures. Or, at least,” he adds, grinning lopsidedly at his friend. “At least to another ten years before you try again?”

He's had enough of the joke. He wants to end the night on a good note.

Ernesto stares at him for a long second before rolling his eyes with a scoff and raising his glass. “To bright futures and no more poison, I suppose. You’re too annoying to even get rid of at this point.”

“To being too annoying to get rid of!” Héctor crows and clinks their glasses together.

They drink, and get back to their game. Outside, the sun sets on a quiet evening at the Rivera home where everyone, at least for a good long time, lives happily.

#based on something i think I posted to discord a few years back #coco #héctor rivera #ernesto de la cruz #imelda rivera #heeey first coco fanfic in years aw yess #look i wrote a thing

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ticklish-n-stuff · 8 months

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Hello! I LOVE your writing! If you're still accepting prompts for tickletober, may I please request (bsd) Lee! Fyodor and ler! Dazai (romantic preferably, but whatever's easier for you) with day 18, magic?

Dazai can cancel Fyodor's ability, making him the only one who can touch Fyodor without dying. I have a headcanon that every time Dazai touches Fyodor in a certain, very light way, Fyodor will feel a tingly sensation wherever Dazai touches him as a result of their abilities interacting with each other. Usually, it's just a bit tingly, but it gets very ticklish when Dazai does things like poking, rubbing, tracing etc.

When the two are having a sappy romantic moment (not often, let's be honest XD), Dazai will be a little shit and place his hands on Fyodor's neck/jaw before kissing him, making Fyodor all giggly and flustered. For a more platonic scenario, Dazai is (just like before XD) being a little shit and he thinks it's funny when Fyodor loses his cool. So he quickly grabs Fyodor's hands, causing Fyodor to do a full-body shiver and try to yank his hand back, but since Dazai is stronger than him, he's stuck there, forced to endure the tickles until Dazai thinks he's had enough.

Sorry if this is long, feel free to decline. Have an awesome day!

Tickletober day #18: Magic

Hsjdhskhdjsh I hope this is okay, writing a russian rat and suicide maniac together is quite challenging and after the latest season, I have a hard time visualizing them as romantic partners

I am a Dazai x Sigma believer ✌️

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Fyodor x Dazai (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Fyodor

Ler: Dazai

Warnings: Tickles!

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“You’re not so scary now, are you?~” Dazai teased, having pulled Fyodor onto his lap with ease and more importantly, without getting obliterated in the process thanks to his special ability.

“And look, I can even touch you all I want~” and just like that, Dazai’s hands started to playfully roam all over Fyodors torso.

Being touched like this was foreign to him, to say the least, but he didn’t plan on it to feel so damn ticklish!

“Oh, what’s this? Did I hit a sensitive spot?~” Dazai whispered teasingly close to the russian male’s ear, causing him to jolt upright.

“Tch, I don’t get sensitive” Fyodor let out a huff, trying to cover up the laughter that threatened to spill out of his lips. How foolish of him to think that Dazai would just leave it there, it is Dazai, after all. He thrives on other’s misery.

“Then surely you won’t mind if I do this, right?~” there was an evil smirk on Dazai’s face as his bandaged fingers found their way under Fyodor’s shirt, making sure to touch every inch of his torso.

“Mph!” his eyes instantly shut tight at the growing sensation, trying to squirm away from the offender, but he was too weak when in such a vulnerable pisition.

“C’mon, y’know you wanna laugh~” Dazai’s index finger poked it’s way to Fyodor’s navel, earning a startled gasp from the latter.

“Gah! Pfft! Ahahahaha! Dazai nohoho!” the damn finally broke and Fyodor’s laughter echoed across the room. His pale cheeks quickly turning tomato red as he tried and failed to control his reactions. How embarrassing! Someone so feared being brought down with something so childish, and yet, it didn’t feel all that bad to be touched so gently. Not like Fyodor would admit it out loud, but knowing Dazai, he already has an idea.

“Better get comfy ‘cause I won’t stop for a looong while!~” and thus, Dazai kept softly yet consistently tickling all over Fyodor’s belly and sides. Feeling like he was on cloud 9 for hearing such genuine laughter for once from this man. Even if neither voiced their enjoyment of this moment, it was pretty clear to anyone the giddy expressions they both wore.

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Update: After doing a very crack rp of me playing as Fyodor, I can say I believe in FyoZai love LMAO

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #bsd #bsd tickle #bsd tickle fic #fyodor dostoevsky #dazai osamu #lee!fyodor #ler!dazai

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