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hyunsvngs · 9 months

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𝟓-𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 - lee felix x gn!afab reader x han jisung (side lee minho x gn!afab reader, side kim seungmin x gn!afab reader)

wc: 6.5k

cw: boy x boy skz action depicted!!, reader is afab (gn pronouns used), everyones fuckin, alcohol, mentions of weed, minho being affectionate, sex with no strings, SMUT MDNI PLEASE

synopsis: your best friend is pissed he hasn’t had his turn yet. the only problem is, his turn begins to take place in a room with three other people present.

a/n: i am so SORRY THIS IS PURE FILTH.. i’m actually so sorry this is the filthiest thing thats been on this blog thus far. i’m so sorry. part 5 of hot bitch summer aka LIX’S INSTALMENT :D ENJOY!!!!! as usual, smut warnings under the cut!!

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sw: cumswapping, both sub and dom mc, sub!lix & jisung, dom!seungmin & minho, a fivesome?? of sorts??, main pairings being felix x mc and minho x mc, anal fingering (m. receiving), semi public sex, sex while tipsy?, handjobs, fingering, blowjobs, face fucking (mc rec), dirty talk, hair pulling, begging, ok so maybe a bit of subspace, seungmin is SO MEAN, so is minho but hes LESS MEAN, hickeys, mentions of pubic hair (AS ALWAYS), EDGING (MC REC), AFTERCARE!!

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[10:02am] Lix: what the fuck???

Hearing the familiar text chime, you rolled over to grab your phone. It felt like it had been years since you’d slept in your own bed, sans Minho and sans the random screams of the rest of the frat through the night. You’d been sleeping brilliantly, worn out from the new progress in your sex life and getting a well deserved night of good rest in your own bed. You deserved it. However, your body had different plans - clearly you were still fine-tuned to the specific notification noise you’d set to your best friend's texts.

Rubbing your eyes clear of sleep, you ran your thumb over your screen and where the text appeared in front of you. Huh?

[10:04am] You: huh?

[10:04am] Lix: bestie be so fr rn. minho’s fine, i could barely handle jisung but i pushed through it. even changbin was a struggle. BUT HYUNJIN????? MY OTHER BEST FRIEND???????!!!

You scoffed out a laugh, fingers typing rapidly on your keyboard.

[10:05am] You: i thought u were 100% here for my hot bitch summer?

[10:05am] Lix: I AM BUT WHEN IS IT MY TURN?????

[10:06am] You: when did u ask????

The little bubble that indicated he was typing popped up. Then it disappeared. Then it deflated again, in a modern demonstration of confusion. After that, you received a very interesting eyebrow raise emoji and a badly worded message.

[10:09am] Lix: film night 2night. we watch a film with the guys n get freaky after? ;D

Rolling your eyes, you sent a quick thumbs up emoji before locking your phone. Film nights weren’t something you were typically invited to. In all honesty, those seemed to be reserved strictly for the members of the frat themselves as a more intimate gathering. Clearly that was not the case anymore - how could it be when you were steadily making your way through them all?

It didn’t shock you Felix was throwing a tantrum. You’d expected it after Jisung, and been mildly surprised when there was still no commotion after Changbin. Clearly Hyunjin was the last straw. That was something you were unable to understand. Why had Hyunjin been the one to set him off?

You decided not to think about it. You’d need to have your wits about you if you were going to a film night with the guys, especially since you had next to no idea who would actually be there. You didn’t want to ask. You and Minho were fine, better than ever actually, and the same went for you and the other members you’d managed to get into bed. Or on the gym floor. But you hadn’t really spoken to Chan since it all started happening despite having an amicable relationship with him beforehand, and Seungmin had some form of unspoken issue with you.

It was obvious that he was displeased. Whether he just wasn’t woke or feminist enough did cross your mind - he was an English Literature major, for Christ’s sakes. Knowing Seungmin, his whole knowledge of the opposite gender came from Wuthering Heights or something. You weren’t sure he even had much clue what his own gender wanted romantically - had he ever even been with anyone? This didn’t seem accurate. If anything, Seungmin seemed like he’d be the most accepting of female sexuality. You only ever saw him outside of parties with glasses perched on his annoyingly cute nose and said nose deep in the pages of an old, dusty book. During parties, he was walking around with a grin on his face and trying to cause mayhem. Maybe he was just plain evil, and didn’t like talking to people unless he could be snarky.

It was hard for you to admit the similarities you both had.

Pushing the thoughts out of your head, you sprung out of bed. You had to have your wits about you in case one of the boys chose a horror film and Felix spent the whole film cuddled up to you crying. It was a regular occurrence whenever you, Felix and Jisung had hosted one of your own film nights, just the three of you. Felix would spend the whole night crying and shaking in fear while Jisung would giggle at every jumpscare. Consequently, Felix would bicker with Jisung about laughing at a ‘super scary film’ and then a playfight would ensue. You were always left to pick up the pieces, yanking them off of eachother and proposing that you all smoked a joint to chill the fuck out.

You had to be prepared for whatever emotions the film caused that night.

Eventually turning up to the frat house, you did feel prepared. You’d packed an overnight bag with a pair of comfortable pyjamas, your phone, charger and a joint. Oh, and a bottle of vodka pushed to the bottom of your backpack. The last two were just in case. You felt you’d managed to remember all the essentials, but when you were standing at the front door, staring at the SKZ symbol, you realised you really could’ve packed a pair of sexier pyjamas. The frat logo felt like it was mocking you. You’d thought you’d pack comfortably, and so you’d just shoved a pair of pyjama shorts and a t-shirt that was three sizes too big into the bag. Mistakes were made.

Felix swung the door open upon your knock, meeting you with a beaming smile. “Hey, whore,” he chirped, new blue hair styled perfectly in a half-up ponytail on his pretty little head. You smiled, handing him your bag.

“Take?” You responded. It’s what he deserved for calling you a whore, albeit affectionately. He grabbed it obediently anyway, nodding, lithe fingers curling around the strap and beginning to embark to his bedroom. You followed behind closely. Honestly, you were just staring at his ass in his joggers as he climbed up the stairs. There’d been no sight of the other boys yet, and actually, all of their bedroom doors were wide open - you assumed they were in the living room awaiting your arrival. You almost felt bad, worried you’d been a bit late, but you hadn’t really been given an exact time. You’d just aimed for the evening.

Felix threw your bag down on the wooden floor, and you heard the unmistakable clink of the vodka bottle in your bag on its descent to the floor. You winced, and Felix looked at you, an eyebrow quirked up. “You can’t fuck me if you’re drunk, you know.”

“I can, and I will,” You retorted, walking over to the bag and unzipping it. Retrieving your pyjamas, you turned to Felix. He stood there, feet planted to the ground and a cheeky smile on his doll-like lips. “You’re gonna watch me change?”

“Yup.”

“Felix, why are you such a perv?! Get out, don’t you want to leave something to the imagination for later?” You slapped him playfully, spinning him around by his shoulders and starting to push him out of his own room. He tripped over his computer chair, flying out of the door less than gracefully.

“I’ve seen you naked before, Y/N, Jesus-” You slammed the door shut, shoulders shaking as you laughed. “You’re so mean!”

Damn, if he thought that was mean, he clearly didn’t know how you really treated pretty boys.

You stared around at Felix’s room once you’d pulled the shorts over your legs. Honestly, it was kind of sexy, in a red-flag kind of way. If you’d walked into any other boy’s room and seen the computer setup with multiple monitors and a lubed keyboard it would’ve terrified you. But you knew Felix - and a quick look at the perfectly made bed with pristine white sheets reminded you of that. He even had a massive pink body pillow on his bed made with Changbin’s fucking face on. You knew he slept with it every night - he’d brought it to your house once, and you and Jisung had fallen apart in giggles while making fun of him for it. He was just so Felix. It made no sense, but it made perfect sense to you.

The sex would take place on the bed tonight, you mused. Then you scoffed out a chuckle - ‘the sex’? That’s so fucking dumb. What the fuck was the matter with you? You shook your head, running your fingers through your hair before making your way downstairs in sock-clad feet, bottle of vodka in hand.

You cocked your head when you saw who was on the sofas downstairs. It was a typical frat house - random half-full alcohol bottles everywhere, you’d even taken your own bottle of vodka downstairs with you after all - and it smelled just the faintest bit of weed. It was relatively clean though, a fact you could probably contribute to Hyunjin or Seungmin. Seungmin seemed clean.

He seemed clean then, too, sitting on the sofa in between Minho and Jisung and looking at you with an expressionless face. His glasses weren’t on his nose, you noticed. Felix sat alone on the other couch, a red solo cup in his hand and a thick, fluffy white blanket over his legs. Everyone had cups in their hand, actually, and you wanted to kick Felix for making you feel a little awkward about bringing your own vodka. Felix smiled at you brightly while Jisung and Minho giggled about something or other. He flicked the blanket off the other seat of the sofa and patted it welcomingly.

“Come,” He demanded. You tried to avoid imagining him commanding you like that in a different situation. You walked over and threw yourself onto the couch, sidled up close to Felix. Minho was looking at you with a smile on his face, all too knowingly. Felix had definitely told him of your plans for tonight. “You want a drink, Y/N?”

“Always,” You responded quickly, making Jisung click his fingers into a finger gun at you approvingly. Felix’s hoodie was soft as he leaned over you to grab an extra cup from on the floor, quickly tipping your vodka into it and topping it off with some cheap lemonade from the store on campus.

“Okay, so we’re watching this film,” Minho sprung up, displaying a DVD case to you. Before you could retort with a question on who actually still watched DVDs these days and didn’t just stream, you realised the cover of the case. It was a film you didn’t recognise, but the case had some big-breasted woman on the front splattered with blood and there was a knife present in the image. It was clearly old - 80s? 70s maybe, at a push? Great. That’s sex out of the window completely - Felix is going to cry.

You spoke your thoughts. “Felix is going to cry.”

Felix elbowed you, grumbling. Jisung was the one who spoke up, looking at you with round eyes. “Actually, he’s seen this before. It’s not that scary, is it, Lix?”

“You would say that,” Felix responded, putting his head on top of yours. His arm pulled you in and you took a grateful sip of your drink, loving the warmth of his toned body. It was a shame he was wearing clothes, really, but you had to remind yourself to not be a whore for two seconds. “But, yeah. I’ve seen it. It’s okay, actually, just kind of gory…”

You giggled. Felix pretended to try and bite you in response, making you squeal and push him softly. This was going to be so fucking fun.

An hour into the film, Felix began to become unsettled. He was shifting awkwardly, a fact you didn’t notice straight away given you were both now two or three drinks in. Jisung had started making his weird cocktails again too, so he was staring at the screen with half-lidded eyes. Seungmin had grabbed him a litre of water and told him to sober the fuck up. You wondered if he even knew Jisung, really.

All of a sudden, Felix’s hands were yanking you onto his lap by your thigh. You sat in between his legs, still watching the shitty vintage horror film on the just as shitty television in the living room. You only bristled slightly when you felt something extremely hard and solid on your lower back, so hard you could feel it through the layers of clothing. His hands were instantly on your thighs once you were situated, drawing soft shapes on your skin.

“‘M hard,” Felix whispered into your ear, drowned out by the screaming on the television. You snorted.

“Yeah, I can feel that, Lixie,” You retorted in a just-as-quiet volume, wiggling back onto his erection. He let out a deep sigh, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “You wanna go to your room?”

Felix shook his head rapidly. “I already ditched film night loads of times to play Genshin. Seungmin will have a meltdown, you know what he’s like.”

Yeah, stuck up his own ass and sadly not stuck up yours. Wait, what? “So what do you suggest we do, Lix?”

“Mmm. Just…” Felix grabbed your drink, placing it on the floor softly. The other three boys didn’t even blink at the movement, still enraptured by the film. His hands were quick to return to yours, pulling them under the blanket covering you both and placing your dominant hand on his length. “Touch me a bit? Please? Not enough to cum, can’t make a mess, just- just need something.”

You considered it. Would they even notice? Your eyes went to the other boys present in the room. Jisung was sobered up by quite a lot, thanks to Seungmin’s water, but he was still loving the film, cuddled up to Minho. It was quite cute. You kind of wanted to cuddle Minho, but you had hot bitch summer duties to complete. Seungmin was on the complete other end of the couch, but his legs were splayed across Jisung’s. He looked just as into the film, taking sips of his drink every now and again. Minho’s eyes met yours, and he gave you a soft smile. Okay, so no one had suspected anything. You could touch Felix a bit.

Turning your attention back to the film, you shifted slightly so you could run your hand over Felix’s clothed length. His reaction was instant, pulling his joggers down so you could touch his bare skin. You almost laughed at how eager he was, desperate almost, but you had to play it cool so that no one knew. You wrapped a hand around his length, tight and warm, using the precum for lubrication as you pumped up and down his length.

Felix leaned back, his jaw dropping in an almost silent sigh as his legs spread further for you. You were so glad the blanket was so thick, covering your actions, and you were also glad that the television was on so loud - the unmistakable wet noises of Felix’s dick right now could be hidden by the other noises in the room. Not to you, though. You could hear the sound as your hand rapidly stroked his cock, making his toes curl in his socks and your pussy get unbelievably wet at the sound.

You shifted awkwardly, trying to alleviate the quickly growing pressure between your thighs. You couldn’t get horny, not here, not now - if you both started doing anything more than what you were doing, the boys would be sure to notice. Or… were they really too interested in this film? It was awful, to be honest. You’d seen it before too, or maybe you’d just seen a million films just like it.

The deciding factor was Felix starting to buck his hips up just slightly into your hand, fucking the tight ring of your fingers. It made your clit throb, swollen and needy in your pyjama shorts. Fuck it.

You grabbed Felix’s hand on your thigh, leading it to your core. He shot forward instantly, chest almost fully pressed to your back but leaving you enough room to carry on touching his cock. Heavy breaths were panning across your neck and he just let you guide your hand to your pussy, passing your pyjama shorts completely. Felix’s breath hitched when he noticed you’d foregone underwear.

Dainty fingers swiped through the wetness coating your folds, making you spread your legs so that they were splayed across his. He used the wetness from your hole, dragging it up to your clit and rubbing in precise, damp circles across your swollen bud. You wanted to moan, writhe, even beg - you couldn’t do anything, not in your current presence.

“Lixie, your room, please-?” You whispered hastily.

Just as Felix was about to reply, another voice spoke from the other sofa. “I mean, seriously, I’ve fucked you enough times and you think I wouldn’t notice that expression you get when you’re horny?” Minho. Both of your heads spun around to face him. Jisung was staring at you, eyes blown wide and a tent in his pants. Minho was smirking. Of course he was. Seungmin’s face was again normal, lips in a straight line, but his head was cocked to the side and perhaps he looked… intrigued?

“Um…” You blurted, quite unintelligibly. Your hand had paused on Felix’s cock, and his hand had dropped out of your pyjama shorts completely.

“Blanket off. You can at least show us, yeah? Don’t hide that pretty cock from us,” Minho said, nodding towards the offending fabric. Felix sounded like he’d choked on air, length twitching against your lower back. He liked that. “We all want to see. You may as well let us watch you fuck. We’re all gonna have seen that pussy at some point anyway.”

Your eyes flitted to Seungmin again. He was smirking now, a teasing expression on those plump lips that looked ever-so-soft. Just as you began to splutter out some excuses, Felix ripped the blanket off of the both of you, exposing your naked legs and the wet spot forming on your pyjama shorts. Jisung’s eyes immediately went down to the damp patch. His eyes widened almost comically, staring at your clothed pussy like it was a flourishing oasis in the middle of the driest desert.

Seungmin spoke up, then, leaning leisurely back against the sofa. “Why don’t you two kiss a bit? I know you’ll both get worked up. Both of you are fucking pathetic like that.”

Felix whined, tugging your hair back to press a firm kiss against your lips. You shifted in his lap, moving so you were facing him and straddling. The movement exposed his cock to the rest of the room, full length now steadily leaking white rivulets of precum down to his balls that sat heavy between his legs. Surprisingly, Felix pinned you to the sofa, the act of dominance making you whimper into the kiss. His tongue was heavy in your mouth, pressing against yours with the promise of something more. Your best friend kissed blazingly, filthy, messy exchanges of spit. It ignited the fire deep inside your gut, making you consider his preferred dynamics in bed - he was currently pinning you into the sofa, but he’d been so quick to be Minho’s good boy.

Your ears perked up at Seungmin speaking again. “God, will you just entertain him before he cums in his pants?” Pants? Felix’s dick was out, so… who was he talking about?

You broke the kiss and turned in just enough time to witness what was probably the most erotic scene you’d ever laid eyes on. Jisung was tugging on Minho’s t-shirt sleeve, looking up at him with watering, pleading doe eyes, and Seungmin was scoffing condescendingly at him. The tent in Jisung’s trousers was pitched even bigger than it was earlier on, and Minho was smiling softly at Jisung. With a quick move, Minho gripped Jisung by his chin and pressed his thumb into his mouth. Jisung whined, blinking rapidly up at Minho until Minho finally forced his tongue between Jisung’s pretty lips.

Subconsciously, you started to push down onto Felix, trying to get some friction yourself. Hyunjin had been right, then - they’d all fucked around with eachother before, and that was probably why they were all more than willing to fuck around with you.

Minho pulled away from the sloppy kiss with Jisung, Jisung’s mouth trying to follow. Minho’s feline eyes settled on you, cocking his head to the side. You knew your cheeks were burning with lust and there was no way the boys on the opposite sofa hadn’t noticed your hips begging for some alleviation to the pressure between your legs. Minho snorted out a condescending laugh once his eyes had taken your full figure in. “I should’ve known you’d like that. You’re so fucking filthy. You’ve got one cock between your legs, ready to pound you and you’re still looking at me and Jisung like that?”

“They can have more cocks if they want,” Jisung mumbled. “Can I? Please?”

“Mmm, not yet, Sungie,” Minho brushed a hand through his hair, looking almost too fond. You turned your attention back to Felix, where he was looking just as debauched and horny at you at the sight of his two friends kissing. “Lix, strip. You too, Y/N.”

You scrunched up your face. “Who are you to call the shots? This is mine and Lix’s night, actually. Nothin’ to do with you,'' You knew you were being petty - beyond petty actually. You just loved doing things for a response. It was always something that was in your nature. You saw Minho turn to Seungmin, before Seungmin let out a small, mirthless chuckle.

“Think I’m gonna need your help here, Seungmin. We’ve got three desperate babies wanting to play, huh?”

Seungmin sighed, stretching his arms above his head. He almost looked like he didn’t want to be there, but you could see the hint of an erection in his trousers. He rolled his head to the side, humming. “I suppose I can help you out,” He looked towards you, getting up and stalking over to the sofa you and Felix were situated on. Felix had leaned back, pulling at his clothes frantically as if the soft fabric was offending him. Seungmin yanked his hand into your hair, pulling your hair back with zero delicacy.

You positively squealed. “Fuckin’- ow?!”

“Do not fuck with me. Strip, or you’re getting absolutely nothing tonight. You hear me?” You blinked up at him. Seungmin, who was strangely cute but ever so quiet. He glared at Minho over his cereal quite frequently, but you had seen Jeongin cuddled up to him taking a nap more than once. He loved Pochacco, the cute little dog character from Sanrio, and you’d actually known him with braces for a part of your life. Seungmin, who had now revealed himself to be a super hard dom - and you were actually a little bit scared to disobey him. The arousal outweighed the fear by megatons, though.

You tried to nod at him, but his fingers wrapped into your hair were just too tight. Trying to move only burned at your scalp, and Seungmin raised an eyebrow at you, a smile on his lips. Oh, he wanted you to speak. Right. Felix groaned, one hand going to wrap around his length to try and settle some of the burning desire. You could hear wet noises from the other room - presumably Minho was keeping Jisung occupied with his mouth. “Y-Yes. Just, let go and I can-”

“Sorry?”

“I- I’m sorry, Seungmin. Yes, could you please let go so I can strip for Lix? Please?” Seungmin let his hand drop from your hair rather unceremoniously, making your head drop to the armrest with a dull ‘thud’. You quickly shimmied your t-shirt and pyjama shorts off, leaving you completely bare, tummy raising and falling with your deep breaths. Felix’s eyes were blown wide, instantly moving over you to settle between your legs and pump his cock steadily in a tight fist. His head dropped to your neck, mouthing wet kisses over the skin and starting a hickey into your collarbone.

“Gonna- gonna push in, okay? Ready?” Felix questioned, raising his head up to look at you. You nodded eagerly, wrapping your legs around his waist and shifting so his cockhead was positioned at your dripping wet hole. All of a sudden, Felix blinked out of his haze, turning to Seungmin. “Can I-?”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow again, hand palming the bulge over his joggers. “Can you what?”

“Can I… can I fuck them, please?” Felix whispered. Jisung moaned at a high pitch into Minho’s mouth at the statement, and when you turned to examine the pair, Jisung was grinding on Minho’s thick thigh and working himself up to a frenzy. He wasn’t even kissing Minho back, just moaning against his plush lips while Minho shoved his tongue into his mouth. You were almost proud of Jisung for hanging onto sanity a lot better than you had when on his lap.

Seungmin hesitated, looking to be contemplating before he nodded swiftly, just as unaffected. Felix groaned loudly, murmuring affirmations as he thrusted his length into you fully in one flurry of movement. He paused, giving you time to adjust - but your pussy was already so slick for the whole situation that you were clawing down his back after a few seconds, whining for more.

“Lixie- please move, move, please, need it,” You begged, eyes watering. Felix nodded eagerly, kissing the space under your eyes before he started to thrust steadily into you. His balls slapped against your ass cheeks, making the flesh ripple like a strong, dramatic wave in the sea. “Oh, oh yeah, oh yeah, Lixie. Just like that, baby boy. Just like that, yeah? So good for me.”

Felix whimpered, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. You felt a string of drool from his lips to your skin, making you moan and clench around him at the all consuming feeling of his pleasure. “‘S good? Am I good?”

You felt the signature lowering of an added body on the sofa, of whom you quickly recognised as Seungmin when he spoke. “Such a good boy, Lixie. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for the pussy you’re fucking.”

“Hey!” You grumbled. Seungmin pinched the side of your thigh sharply, his nails pinching into your flesh and making you jump. “Seungmin-!”

“Oh my God, just shut the fuck up? Lee Minho,” Seungmin sighed out, rolling his eyes behind Lix’s shoulder. The sunshine boy was suddenly grinding into you instead of thrusting, the soft curls of pubic hair on his pubis grinding against your clit pleasantly. His head was thrown back, eyes rolled back into his head. Minho hummed in response, pulling back from Jisung with a wet sound. “Have your toy come and stuff your new toy’s mouth for me. I’m sick of hearing the fucking complaints.”

Minho chuckled. “My baby fucking my favourite toy’s mouth? Sounds fucking lovely to me. Go on, Sungie, you can have it,” You heard stuttered footsteps behind you and then Jisung’s round cheeks were looming over you, round eyes blinking frantically. His lips were kiss bitten and he was eagerly pulling his joggers down to his ankles, revealing his thick cock in front of your eyes. You let yourself smile fondly up at the boy above you.

He grinned back, all pearly teeth showing. “Hey bestie. Can I fuck your mouth? Lookie, ‘m hard, and you were so mean last time.”

“Can’t be mean to you when your dick’s in my mouth, Sungie,” You retorted, clenching with approval when Lix shifted his hips just right and the tip of his cockhead kissed your cervix. When your jaw dropped open with a moan, you managed to stutter out a response. “C’mere, Sungie. In my mouth.”

Jisung excitedly pressed his length into your open mouth. He was clearly delighted at the idea of being rough with you, because he immediately started fucking your mouth with fervor. You weren’t really responding, just letting unabashed moans and whines fall out of your mouth and be muffled by your friend’s cock. The feeling of Felix fucking you deep and Jisung fucking your throat was too much - you felt used, like a toy while Minho and Seungmin orchestrated the scene and you loved it. You caught sight of Seungmin playing with Felix’s nipples, whispering filthy words into his ear, and all of a sudden, Minho sat behind where you were situated on the sofa. He stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead while he sat on the floor, looking down at you over the low edge of the armrest.

He was mumbling into your skin, nuzzling with a smile. “Pretty little slut, huh? So good for me, fucking my boys like this.”

“Stop being so soft,” Seungmin scoffed. “You know they can take it.”

“I want to be soft with them, thanks,” Minho rolled his eyes in the signature Minho style. You wanted to smile, but Jisung’s cock steadily thrusting your throat was prohibiting your lips from any movement. When Jisung’s hand fell to the back of your head, trying to force your head deeper - in all honesty, you don’t know where he got the audacity - Seungmin leaped over the couch, grabbing Jisung’s hands behind his back. You whined at the sight of Jisung’s submissive nature, and Felix whined at the loss of Seungmin’s hands on his nipples, stopping all movement of his hips.

Jisung pulled out of your mouth, letting his cock bob in front of your face with a loud groan. Seungmin had presumably pulled him back. You took the opportunity to turn to Felix, pouting. “Why’d you stop?”

“I- I was enjoying having my nipples played with, to be honest,” Felix mumbled. “I like to be overstimulated like that.”

“You know what else he likes?” Seungmin quipped. “Finger his ass, Y/N. He’s been so good, give that to him, yeah?”

You scoffed. Maybe the fight wasn’t out of you yet. “Why don’t you fucking do it?”

“Um, because my hands are fucking occupied. Watch your mouth. God, this is why I don’t fuck brats.”

“That’s why you fill your brat’s mouth up,” Minho said all too happily, grinning menacingly in juxtaposition. “Sungie, baby. Back to where you were, yeah?”

Jisung immediately shot forward, pushing his length back into your mouth. He started fucking your mouth without abandon, just as you decided to give in. Felix had been good, after all.

You crept one hand around his back, letting it drift down to between his asscheeks. Using some of your wetness that had dripped down to his balls, you swept it up with your fingers and pushed your middle finger into his little asshole.

The reaction was immediate. Felix positively whined, his head thrown back. He started fucking into you again, whispering sweet nothings to you in lieu of a thanks.

“Yeah, yeah, so good, baby- a-ah, yeah! There,” Felix shifted, rocking his hips back between your finger and your tight hole. You loved the feeling, eyes rolling back into your head at the push and pull.

Minho suddenly shuffled around the sofa, landing right where your core was stretched tight around Felix’s cock. “Move back, baby.”

You and Felix both shifted, leaving a slight bit more of a gap between your tummies, still allowing your finger to thrust into him shallowly. Minho ducked down, and all of a sudden, his tongue was laving all over the area where your two erotic areas met over and over in a wet, loud exchange. You whined when his tongue brushed over your engorged clit, and Jisung’s thrusts stuttered in your throat before he pulled out.

“That’s- That’s so fucking hot, what the fuck, I-?” Jisung wrenched his hands away from Seungmin’s hold, using a hand to slap his cockhead on your tongue. You wanted to scold him, but just as the words started to form, Jisung’s tip was shooting out warm, white cum on your tongue. You moaned, curling your tongue around the tip to catch it all. Being used like this and feeling your favourite’s lips sucking on your clit? Yeah, you were gonna cum very soon.

Minho’s head shot up at the sound of Jisung’s cum, feline eyes narrowing. His tongue shot out to lick his bottom lip. “Don’t be greedy, Y/N. Remember you have to share.”

Jisung immediately ducked down, moaning as your tongue met his and you swapped his own seed between you. Your hips bucked up when Jisung gripped your chin with his hand, just like Minho had done earlier to him. You pulled your head away from Jisung, hand coming up to grip onto the arm rest and your finger stilling inside Felix. Minho’s thumb went down to your clit, rubbing firm, precise circles. He knew your body too well by now.

“G-Gah, fuck, gonna cum, I’m- please, please,” You whined, hips shifting upwards. Felix nodded.

“Gonna make you cum, baby, I promise,” He was groaning in his deep voice, making your pussy clench and gush more wetness at the timbre. His voice had honestly always had a bit of an effect on you. You vaguely registered Seungmin taking Jisung back to the other couch, but your eyes were hazy and unfocused.

“I can’t- I can’t cum until- please, please, please! ‘S so good, I can’t hold it in, I’m gonna fucking cum, I-“

“Who exactly are you begging, Y/N?” Minho tugged your head back, making you whine and kick your legs around in an attempt to avoid your orgasm. Felix hadn’t stopped fucking you, hips bouncing to fulfill your orgasm fully.

You felt tears start to brim at your eyes, threatening to fall. “You? Fuck, you! You, Minho, can I? I fucking can’t hold on! It feels too good!”

Minho clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval. “Nope. Felix fucked you dumb, my dumb little baby? You beg Seungmin.”

You whined, shaking your head before the words came tumbling out of your mouth. “Seungmin! Seungmin- Minnie, Minnie, please can I? Please, please, sir?”

Seungmin laughed from across the room, a loud chuckle that made you squeal again. Your tears were falling now, unashamed, your cunt clenching around Felix tight enough to make his own tears brim as he tried to hold off his orgasm.

“Sir?” Seungmin chirped. “I prefer master, but okay. Only because you seem like you couldn’t handle a punishment tonight, you can cum.”

You almost wanted to beg for a punishment, mind blurred as you just thought of trying to prove yourself to Seungmin. What the fuck? You couldn’t stop your own body when it heard the command, cunt clenching tight around Felix and causing your jaw to drop in a silent scream. A white ring of cum was formed around the base of Felix’s cock, soaking into the soft hair. You felt your eyes roll back, toes curling into the sofa, and Felix groaned deeply. Hot cum filled your pussy, creaming your walls nice and full of his seed.

A blistering heat crawled up your back and - shit, you’re still fucking cumming? You whined when Felix tried to pull out, needing something to ride your orgasm out on.

“I got them. Go on, Lixie,” Minho spoke softly. When Felix’s length pulled out of you, three of Minho’s fingers entered into your hole and kept you full. You whined as your orgasm finally started to subside, legs shaking and sniffing back tears. Felix had collapsed to your side, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before kissing up a few tears. Your eyes fluttered shut with exhaustion.

When you came to consciousness, you were wrapped up in the same pink fluffy blanket that had started it all. Jisung was perched quite happily munching on cereal straight from the box and Felix was giggling next to him, both in just their joggers. Seungmin was sitting upright next to you, fingers stroking through your hair.

“Wha… huh?” You blinked, looking up at Seungmin. Instead of speaking, he shifted you upright, pressing a water bottle to your lips and letting you glug a few helpful servings down. Once you felt quenched, you pushed his hand away softly. Or nudged it, in your blanket burrito. “What are you doing…?”

“Aftercare. You passed out after you came, and I was pretty mean so I think you went into subspace a little. How are you feeling?” Seungmin was speaking… to you? What? You decided to take it in your stride. He was cute, after all, and he’d dommed the fuck out of you with just words.

“I’m okay. Thank you, Seungmin,” You smiled teasingly. He rolled his eyes, but you could see the playful nature behind it this time. “You’re pretty nice, huh?”

“Only to nice people. I mean, you did pretty well there. I was… proud of you. You were really good, Y/N,” He was looking at you, giving you a genuine smile. You preened at the comment, before noticing a presence missing in the room. Seeing you looking around, Seungmin grinned. “He’s cooking. Do you think he’ll actually make me a plate this time?”

You scoffed. “No chance. You’re like a divorced couple.”

“So we’ve been told,” Seungmin mused. He turned to you again. “I’m glad you had a good time. I’m glad you’re having a good time. Okay?”

So many words were unspoken, but so many words were conveyed in the one sentence he told you. He wasn’t disgusted by you, not at all. He was just… like that. He was just Seungmin. You could finally understand why the others liked him. You nodded in response.

“Oh, and he wants round two. He’s upset he didn’t get to fuck you with the guys watching, so you better wash up. Or don’t, he’s probably into it.”

You nudged Seungmin with your shoulder teasingly, and he smiled at you again.

Felix was staring at you, before he walked over to you and threw himself into your lap. You were still in a blanket cocoon, fabric up to your chin like a sausage sitting upright. It was such a familiar action that it made you smile. “Did I make you feel good, bestie? I bet I was soooo worth the wait.”

You groaned, stomping your feet and trying to nudge Felix off. He simply giggled, thrashing around on your lap in happiness. “I’m gonna go find Minho, get off me.”

Felix hopped off and helped you up in your blanket burrito, smiling at you and ruffling your already messy hair. “Please don’t fuck while he’s cooking our food! Love you.”

You giggled. “Love you too, Lixie.”

Shuffling into the kitchen, you saw Minho standing there, an apron wrapped around his slim waist as he chopped up vegetables. Raising an eyebrow at his ass in his joggers, you couldn’t help but feel the heat returning to your tummy. As if he could feel your presence, Minho turned to you, smirking and looking you up and down in the blanket like you were the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

Oh, yeah. You met his eyes, licking your lips. You wanted a good round with your favourite, and you needed it yesterday.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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whalesforhands · 6 months

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hi!! how are you doing? i saw that you're still feeling sick? so please take care and i hope you feel better soon :(

i have a question regarding the dyf au!! how would the dynamics in the relationship be if there was an argument between any of them? how would each of them act?? i think getting into that would be pretty interesting lol

again, hope you feel better soon and thank you!

p.s: i'm the crying anon, if you still remember me lol. i might as well sign as 💫 if that's okay with you and no one else is doing it??

ofc i rmbr u :)

arguments rarely happen between all 3 of you. mostly because dyf mc is someone who is pretty ‘go with the flow’, and satosugu would fold at any of your requests, since they find it hard to deny you.

on the off chance that they do happen though. it depends on who is angry. all in all, nobody here likes going to bed angry at each other.

suguru is angry? quite the sisyphean feat, given his godlike patience. you’d have to get injured, or into extremely serious situations in which he told you to stay away from. there’s a silent atmosphere as he gently bandages you up, you can practically feel the disappointment radiating off of him, tells you to take care of yourself better before locking himself up in a separate room to read the hours away to calm down. once he is (usually 2-3 hours) he goes to whichever one of you that made him mad, creaking the door open a crack to watch as you/satoru sulk and await his attention nearby, settling down next to you curled up on the floor/picking you up and bringing you into the reading room, adjusts your positions to be staring straight into your eyes (usually on his lap), awaiting for you to tell him the whole story. (you get lectured afterwards, regardless of whether you were right/wrong)

satoru is angry? surprisingly more patient than you think. again, this is hard to achieve. he makes his anger very apparent. cold shoulder, pouts, crosses his arms to prevent his hands from reaching out to touch either of you. only gets mad when he knows he’s in the right, yet you won’t listen. he told you not to take that mission, told you not to go to this region, that he will take it instead of you, told you not to expend so much cursed energy. why won’t either of you listen when he’s trying to genuinely help in a way he knows he can? he’s the strongest, please, please just let him do it. though, he won’t separate himself away to try and deal with his problems, he’ll wait for you to come to him. he expects a ‘im sorry’ hug, sweets of any kind, and even sweeter kisses that could potentially devolve into strenuous ‘makeup activities’. he doesn’t mind if it doesn’t. just hold his hand when you’re telling him you’re sorry. he likes it.

you’re angry? well, get ready to be confronted, whether you want to be or not. you will not be sleeping in another room, or away from them. no. sit down, tell them what’s wrong and they will fix it now.

see a pattern here? talk your problems out. like i said, nobody is going to bed angry in this household.

#dyf au #💫 anon

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winterwhisperz-blog · 10 months

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Hi, I really like your blog. I recently just found it, and I was wondering if you could do a part 2 of TouchStarved Characters reacting to MC, drawing themselves. Especially with Vere. Skip if you want to, anyway. Have a nice day. And make sure to eat, sleep, and drink some water.

HI HI !!! I am, so sorry for taking forever, I’ve still been in a huge writing slump )): BUT

I HAVE finally triumphed !! Thank you so much for the ask <333 I’m rlly happy u like my blog !! And I hope you have a nice day too !

Now les get into it !!

Leander, Mhin, And Vere Reacting to Mc Drawing them (a Sequel)

Warnings: Vere is flirty, a person gets snatched away in Vere’s too, (it’s played in comedic effect but just in case) maybe OOC

Notes: GN Mc, Fluff

Vere

ALR ALR ALR so, as we know, Vere draws. So having you two be like, drawing pals/couple ??? Muah muah

But I think it’d be really really funny, if he didn’t find out until you guys walk by a wanted poster—you both know who the subject is, but OMG THEY DO N O T look like that 🤨 also the lines??? So messy— effort ??? None

Determined to correct them, you stomp away, on the lookout to find the Wanted.

You find them waltzing out of a brothel, which is where you and Vere jump em.

Letting out a screech, (either that screech being from you or the Wanted that’s up to you. Could be a battle cry idk) you stuff them in a bag before quickly running off.

Vere of course, has no idea why you WANTED this random person, but he definitely wasn’t going to object to doing a crime with you <33

Plopping the Wanted into your room, you dramatically whisk off the bag, revealing a very frightened, and now hostile fellow.

“MC?? I thought we were FRIENDS, why the hell are you turning me in?”

You shush them, settling down in front, butter-fly legs as you slam open your sketchbook.

“I’m not turning you in, I’m redrawing your wanted poster.”

….

…..

“….What?”

“Vere, keep ‘em still!”

“Yes, darling~”

Your partner in crime does just that, and with your combined efforts, you successfully redraw the wanted poster. Now, it being far more accurate.

Which uhhh, did result in the fellow being captured, BUT— that’s not the point.

The point is, Vere now knows you can draw. And very well he might add!! Despite if your style is realistic or not, the wanted poster was STELLAR

And now as you’re back in your room, duty done, Vere droops himself seductively across the floor, any remaining sunlight catching the pink of his eyes and red of his hair.

“…what are you doing?”

“It’s my turn now,”

You raise a brow, “You want me to draw you a wanted poster?”

He rolls his eyes, running a hand through his long hair. “No, dummy. You can’t keep a secret like this from me and not use me as your new muse.”

“I wasn’t keeping it a secret—“

“Go on, i can’t stay in this position all day.”

Sighing, you kneel down, getting to work. “What am I going to do with you?”

Vere hums, and you know a flirt is coming before he says it. “Oh, MC, I have a list of things you can do with me~”

“Hopefully starting with throwing you in horny jail.”

“Rude.”

You snicker, returning to delicately sketching the details of Vere into the paper.

You draw the playful lift of his lips, the needle like pupils, and the deeper, maybe even rare soft side that he hides beneath flirts and cool remarks.

Once you’re done, Vere leans over your shoulder, humming his approval. A part of him, is both touched and uncomfortable how you managed to capture a side of him he didn’t commonly show.

After this, the two of you would often take turns drawing each other.

Leander

ALR ALR SO, WE ALL KNOW Eridia is like, dreary and cloudy all the time—and to set the scene—it’s storming—walls of rain slash against the roof of the Wet Wick (dang-it rlly be wet now. UHHH pls don’t hate me for that joke 😚)

The bloodhounds had been out doing jobs, leaving you with far less people to greet when walking downstairs.

Leander sits by the counter, large figure shadowed by the darkness cast by the storm. His eyes glowing eerily green in the shade, especially since he looks so deep in thought. His brows lightly furrow, his lips hinting at a frown.

You feel awfully like you’ve spotted something you weren’t supposed to. Especially since…there’s actually no one else around. You hear the faint snores of any other none-bloodhounds occupants still in their rooms, but otherwise it’s hushed against the drum of thunder.

Afraid of breaking some kind of spell, you stay where you are—though, you do tilt your head, taking in every angle of the scene in front of you.

…dang this would make a pretty cool sketch

Like a hesitant deer, you take quiet steps back up the stairs before returning, just as quietly with your sketchbook and pencils.

Though uhhh, Leander is no longer where you left him.

Curious, you take the rest of the steps down before searching the dark. Your only company being the crashing and howling of the outside storm—

“Good morning, MC!”

Out of pure terror, you scream and swing the sketchbook at the voice.

You’re greeted with low laughter and glittering green eyes as Leander reaches for the book, gently taking it from your hands.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you alright, MC? Did the storm wake you?”

You shake your head, a little thrown by the shift in tone—from laughter to genuine concern. You take your sketchbook back, but not until he’s caught interest.

“You draw?”

“How did you know it was a sketchbook?”

“I caught a glimpse when you whacked me.”

He laughs again, the deep sound nearly matching the thunder above. You feel oddly light when hearing it, though it sends a chill down your back.

For a distraction, you glance outside, the flash of lightning sparking worry into your chest.

“Will the bloodhounds be okay out there?”

Leander frowns, looking a bit confused, perhaps a little irritated before his smile quickly returns to his face. “Oh, they’ll be fine. You can’t live in Eridia without expecting storms.”

And before you can say more, he gestures to the sketchbook.

“What were you thinking of drawing?”

Ah, right. You shift on your feet, feeling a little awkward. You’ve asked to draw people before, and uhhh, with a few different reactions. Some thought it was weird, others annoyingly prodded at you to draw them before you even asked, (then changed your mind) and others kept whatever drawings you did like treasure.

You can’t guess how Leander will react to the question, but you end up asking anyway.

He receives the request with a bit of fluster, a flirt or two, before asking how you want him to pose. You decide you want to capture the moment you saw before—him standing in the dark like some kind of gothic statue, hoping you can somehow sketch in the magic and eerie wonder he had emitted.

Once you were finished, he definitely showed the picture to everyone he could—boasting at how talented you were…and how you chose him for a muse.

Mhin

ALR ALR, to balance out how kinda creepy Leander’s was 🧍🏻‍♀️ like man was just standing there in the dark like a WEIRDO—I wanted to do something cuter with Mhin’s.

So so so, this is for Mhin’s birthday. You know they like sweets, but wonder if they would appreciate a portrait instead

You’ve sketched them before, when they’ve taken care of the stray cats, when they’ve sat beside you in silence, just enjoying your company—but you wanted to make this special

So, after finding them after a little merry soulless hunt, you two get started on your little birthday plan. Mhin, to actually convince them to join you, Is completely unaware of said plan.

You just give excuse after excuse, like how starving you are and how you’re only craving their favorite type of cookies, how you want to explore the city and conveniently wind up where the stars are most visible, and you have NO idea how this romantically set table even came from?? 😮

Eventually, they do understand what’s going on, and look away, arms folded.

“I told you we didn’t have to celebrate.”

“We didn’t have to, but I wanted to~”

They roll their eyes, but like always, you can spot that flush of pink coating their cheeks.

After dinner, you pat a spot next to you, and when Mhin sits down, you stare up at the stars above. Millions blinking down at the pair of you between thin, grey clouds.

Mhin gets absorbed in the sight soon enough, occasionally pointing out constellations and then rambling about them.

Giving you just enough time to get out your sketchbook and get to work. While ofc still listening, because you always do. Hearing Mhin nerd out about stars is one of your favorite things.

The night is cold, biting at your nose, but it doesn’t bother you. Especially when you feel a warm cloak wrapped around your shoulders.

You look up from your book to see Mhin settling back down, ponytail and white shirt now exposed to the night air. They raise a knee and shrug. “Don’t look at me like that, you looked cold.”

Smiling, you pull them closer, reaching out the cloak so it covers you both. “Thank you, you big softy.”

You hear them grumble, but also don’t ignore how they lean into your side. After awhile, they glance at what you’re sketching, face growing confused as they start to recognize the person in the drawing.

“What is—“

You let them take the book, their eyes wandering over every detail so carefully thought out and drawn in with every pencil stroke.

Them in the portrait sit, gaze watching the sky with a wonder you’ve had the honor to see. Their mouth is open, talking about things that are more beautiful thanks to how they explained them. A little beauty mark seated by their lips.

After a few moments of silence, you lean your head on their shoulder(or head if ur tall), finding comfort in the warmth of the shared cloak.

“Happy birthday, Mhin.”

They didn’t say much, but you can see the appreciation in their eyes. How they look at your drawing with the same amazement as they looked at the sky.

Forever wondering why you’d use this talent to draw them.

Maybe celebrating their birthday wasn’t so bad after all. (Especially if they get to spend it with you <3333)

ALR ALR WE HAVE REACHED THE END

Tysm for the ask!! Again, I’m so sorry for the wait.

Anyway, I hope you have an amazing day, stay cool and hydrated, see three heart shaped things in nature, and watch/read your favorite show/movie/book !!

#answered asks #thanks for the ask!#leander #mhin #vere #touchstarved game #touchstarved x reader #touchstarved #virtual novel

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tears0fsatan · 2 years

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★! ⛓️ ⟩⟩ mm demon brother thirsts mm

𖥻 characters... lucifer, mammon, leviathan x gn!reader [seperate]

𖥻 genre... thirsts

𖥻 warnings... nsfw ! written with m!reader in mind BUT can be read as gn!reader, minors, ageless blogs n fem aligned dni thank u, dom!reader, nipple play, thigh riding, edging [im a sucker for edging heheh], implied dacryphilia [on ur end]

𖥻 a.n... hi *hands you sticks and twine* i present you some of my horny thoughts with ACTUAL gn!reader bc there simply isn't !! enough !! gn!reader !! content !! next time i plan on writing m!reader ehhehehehehe sub!luci :giggles: :blushes:

… ♥︎ ?! lucifer

— lucifer grumbled under his breath as he trudged back to his office, hot mug of shadow coffee in his right hand while he ran his fingers through his hair with his left. he was beyond exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep but his pride and responsibilities kept him from retreating to his bedroom.

because he kept his eyes trained on the floor, he didn't see you sitting on his chair. you noticed this and cleared your throat, causing the oldest brother to look up. you raised a brow at his unkempt appearance.

"mc, what are you doing? it's late... you should be in bed." lucifer let out a tired sigh. he set his coffee down on his desk, taking note of how tidy his previously cluttered desk was.

"i could ask you the same, lucifer." you took note of the bags that hung under said demon's eyes and an idea popped into your mind.

he stared at you quietly as he stood by his chair, expecting you to move. you shot him a smile and pet your thigh, signalling to him that you wanted him to sit in your lap.

the two of you remained quiet as you stared each other down, seeing who would be the first to back down. lucifer let out a noise that was clearly intended to be a growl but because of how worn out he was, it came out sounding more like a groan.

"i'm serious, mc, i have work to finish." you stayed put in his chair, even going as far as to lean back, showing the avatar of pride just how serious you were about this.

maybe it was the exhaustion or the sleep deprivation or maybe a combination of both, but for once, lucifer relented. if it were any other time, he would find your stubbornness tiresome, but today he let himself indulge in your care.

hesitantly, he made himself home on your lap, wiggling around a bit to get comfortable before picking up his mug and taking a sip from his warm shadow coffee. you couldn't help the small smile that grew on your face as you took notice of the faint blush on his ears that was slowly spreading to his cheeks.

as the first born began to continue his work, you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his shoulder, watching him skim through documents and sign his name. you noted that the demon was unusually tense, which gave you the idea that he was probably hyper-aware of your every move.

"don't mind me and focus on your work." you lightly commanded and started feeling him up. your playful hands travelled from his toned abs and found themselves unbuttoning the rest of his top. immediately, your hands found his nipples. you twirled and pinched the pink buds between your fingers while you kissed up and down his neck.

it wasn't long before lucifer fell apart in your hands, letting out the sweetest groans and pants in all of hell. his hands latched onto yours and he leaned farther into you, dropping his pen onto his forgotten paperwork.

you smiled against his neck, knowing you had won and lucifer had given up control for the night, "let me take care of you, my dear."

… ♥︎ ?! mammon

— you glanced at the second born who sat quietly beside you. tonight was yours' and mammon's designated movie night. it was his turn to pick a movie and as much as you loved your partner, the movie was beyond boring.

you could think of many more ways of enjoying the evening than sitting through a movie about gambling.

slowly, over the course of thirty minutes, you had managed to gently get your lover to hook one of his legs over yours without suspecting anything.

you placed your hands on both sides of his hips before rocking him against your thigh. the surprised moan he let out was addicting and you couldn't get enough of it.

the demon looked at you with a wide eyed expression, mouth open and pink dusting his cheeks, "h-hey human! whaddya think yer doing?!"

you didn't reply, merely dragging his hips back and forth against your thigh once more. mammon gasped and screwed his eyes shut, his head dropping against your shoulder and arms moving to grip onto your arms.

"wait!" you immediately stopped, letting go of his hips.

"are you okay?" you asked, worried you had taken things too far, "i'm sorry, did you not wanna do it tonight?"

mammon shook his head and turned around to face you, hands gripping onto your shoulders, "j-jus' wanted ta face ya." he quietly mumble, blush growing darker on his face. your breath hitched, oh hell, what did you do to land yourself such a pretty demon?

you couldn't stop yourself from leaning forward to give him a kiss, placing your hands back on his hips to rock him on your thigh. you swallowed up all his moans and whimpers as he grabbed onto your shirt, you could feel just how hard he was.

when the two of you ran out of breath, mammon panted and laid his forehead against your clavicle, "m-mc, please." he whined out, all high pitched and needy.

you tsked, pausing your ministrations which only made the demon whine louder, "please what? cmon baby, i know you can say it."

your words only made mammon moan, you could feel him trying to rub himself off faster, but your grip on him held him from doing so.

"you need to tell me, baby. how can i know what you want if you don't tell me, hm? be a good boy for me and tell me what you want me to do." the praises flew out of your mouth, you thrived off of his reaction to the petnames.

"faster! please! jus-justa bit more, please!" he cried out, eyes skewed shut, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes.

"atta boy, thats a good demon." you shushed him, kissing the corners of his mouth. you continued moving his hips, knowing it wouldn't be long until he tipped over the edge.

with a loud wanton whine, he came on your lap. you continued to kiss him, moving down to pepper kisses along his neck as you helped him ride out his high.

"you did so well, baby boy."

… ♥︎ ?! leviathan

— the sight in front of left you feeling rather proud of your work. the third born laid underneath you, face red and stained with tears.

it was an hour ago when you entered leviathan's room, your only intention to play a game the demon talked about. whay you weren't expecting however, was levi sitting in his bathtub, eyes skewed shut with his shirt hem caught in his teeth, shorts pulled down to expose him rubbing his length.

you knew you should've left, seeing as the demon had yet to notice you entered the room. you should've walked back out the door and pretended as though you didn't just walk in on him. but something about him made you unable to look away.

so, you gently closed the door behind you and leaned against it, waiting for the moment the demon would open his eyes and realise he had an audience. you were itching to come up to him and replace the hand wrapped around his hard dick with yours but you held yourself back, wanting to see where staying quiet would lead to.

your wish was soon fulfilled when leviathan took a sharp inhale, eyes immediately opening wide when he caught whiff of your scent.

"oh don't stop, i was enjoying the show." you smirked, pushing yourself away from the door and towards the speechless demon.

"m-m-m-mc wh-wh-what are you d-d-d-doing here?" levi yells, blush on his face resembling that of a cherry tomato. "h-how-how long have you been h-here?"

you bent down beside his bathtub, angry red tip standing tall directly in front of you. "long enough." you hummed, making eye contact with the demon in front of you.

"would you like my help, baby?" you cooed, taking note of his dick twitching.

"please!" levi whined loudly, not letting a second go to waste, eager to chase his high. you smiled, knowing just what to do with your little serpent lover.

"what a good boy." you purred, gently wrapping your hand around his hot length.

an hour and five ruined orgasms later, you found yourself straddling the avatar of envy. you considered letting up now, tempted to overstim the poor demon.

"colour?" you asked, making sure that he was still on board and okay with everything.

"green! p-please!" you rewarded him with a peck on his lips, levi completely oblivious to the plan you had waiting for him.

"don't you think it's time i reward you for being such a good boy for me, levi? do you think you deserve to cum?" the demon below you eagerly nodded his head.

you sped your hand up, teasing his slit just like you knew he liked. because of how long you had teased him, it didn't take long for him to cum.

the demon panted, clearly tired from dragging out his anticipated orgasm. he felt your hand picking up speed and rubbing him again, causing him to look up at you in a panic.

"oh baby, did you think we were done?"

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hebimoonlightwrites · 9 months

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Hiya^^

Love ur blog work.

Hypnosis mic was an awesome anime show & i'm looking forward of season 2 on october.

So, can u do a oneshot on ichiro when serenade his s/o with rap plz?

Writer's corner: Oh my- this idea is actually very funny and so accurate..!! I swear, I imagine Ichiro being able of doing something like this! We've already seen him going around Ikebukuro while rapping and setting all the streets on fire with his rap in the anime, so.. I really like this request! I don't know if he would do it with his hypnosis mic rapping, actually.. so I developed it like this. Please, let me know if there's something you want me to fix or change. Enjoy!♥

mc's pronouns: THEY/THEM (GN!s/o)

Words: 1316

Warnings: sfw, nothing in particular.~

⭐"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞"⭐

(Inspired by Subaru Kimura's cover of "Thinking out loud"- Ed Sheeran) Important: If possible, please, listen to this song while reading---> ♥♥♥

It was a normal night.. oh, well, it looked so...

"Hush!!.. Jiro! Shut up..!! Or Ichi-nii will be discovered!", Saburo said with an hushed voice. Jiro looked at him and then at Ichiro, who was already standing under mc's balcony. "S-sorry..-", he muttered before moving his attention to his older brother. Ichiro looked so happy and even slightly anxious. It was night, but not too late- about 10 pm- when he made a gesture to his brothers and turned on a small speaker, linked to a mic. Saburo helped setting everything, while Jiro decided to add a more romantic atmosphere by putting some flowers around the area where Ichiro was standing. The brothers could see the lights in the apartment being all turned off, sign that mc was probably already sleeping. Ichiro smiled looking at the balcony. "Perfect", he muttered before seeing Saburo and Jiro hiding behind a corner. The youngest brother nodded and, since it was finally already the right moment, he started the instrumental. The speakers started letting out a soft and lovely sound. Ichiro looked anxious as his hands gripped the mic even harder. His green and red eyes shook in hesitation but his lips smiled softly. He could feel his heart beating so fast, just like if it was beating into his throat, so he breathed deeply before starting singing:

"When your legs don't work like they used to before And I can't sweep you off of your feet"

His eyes met Jiro's and Saburo's ones as both his younger brothers made thumbs up to give him more courage. Ichiro's voice could be heard in the emptiness of the night, as it echoed. He hoped in deep that his feelings could reach mc's heart just like those words would have reached their ears.

"Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks"

It didn't pass much, and Ichiro could see the lights of mc's apartment turning on suddenly. His heart, which was already beating fast, started racing even more. He could even feel his grip tightening on the mic and his hands getting sweaty due to his intense emotions. His eyes sparkling while waiting to see the person he had completely fallen for.

"And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70 And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23"

His voice was slightly shaking, but it wasn't that evident as his heart was racing still. His eyes opened wide as he could see a shape from behind the curtains opening the window and going out the balcony. It was mc, wearing their pj, their cute and soft hair messy and their eyes still sleepy. They looked at Ichiro, at all those flowers on the floor around him and at the speaker with a confused and surprised expression. Their pink lips softly parted and their sleepy eyes opened widely. Ichiro was sure their cheeks were blushing too. He kept singing his heart for them, hoping mc would understand:

"And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways Maybe just the touch of a hand Oh me I fall in love with you every single day And I just wanna tell you I am"

Ichiro closed his eyes while singing those words. And.. they weren't leaving his throat, but heart. At each heartbeat, a lovely word was leaving his chest, making all the scene look even more warm and romantic. Mc had their sparkling eyes still open wide, their lips still parted in disbelief. They were understanding that warm feeling that was leaving Ichiro's heart and getting to theirs.. they were understanding what all that situation meant.. they did.

"So honey now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars"

Jiro looked at Saburo smiling in approvation just as the youngest Yamada brother did, holding his phone still, while the instrumental was being played. "Nii-chan is going amazingly!", Jiro whispered proudly and Saburo just nodded, keeping his eyes on Ichiro. The love the 19 years old young man was feeling while singing could be felt even by all the people who were now standing out of their balconies or apartments to look at what was happening. The people were smiling softly, realizing it was a serenade, a sort of confession. Couples like partners, husbands with their wives or even old couples, started hugging and even dancing softly while keeping listening to Ichiro's sweet voice and words:

"Place your head on my beating heart I'm thinking out loud"

He was definitely building a romantic scene, a wholesome and melting-heart one, as mc's eyes were still sparkling from up their balcony. They could even see their neighbours gesturing them to go downstairs to reach Ichiro. An old couple even smiled at them as to tell mc: "come on, sweetheart, go to him!". Mc looked at Ichiro one last time before, feeling their chest warming up, they let go of the balcony railing. They went back inside and disappeared for a few seconds. Ichiro blushed and kept singing, realizing that it was a matter of minutes until he would feel mc close to him.

"Maybe we found love right where we are"

His eyes opened wide as he saw mc appearing at their apartment's door, standing there shyly and wearing a coat over their pj. Their hair looked still messy but adorable as they shyly tried to move a lock behind their ear as the song went on. There were people standing and looking at them too. Soon mc moved their feet slowly but with confidence towards Ichiro, who was still holding the mic. Ichiro was smiling brightly, just like if he had seen the most beautiful thing in his life. But.. it was the truth, after all.. Even if mc wasn't wearing fancy, but their simple pj, even if their hair was messy, even if their eyes looked sleepy, even if they wore their slippes.. Mc was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. He had a surprise look and, when mc was in front of him, he smiled at them and kissed their forehead: "You're.... you're so beautiful..", he only managed to mutter before feeling mc's arms around his torso and their head against his chest. Their sweet eyes closed up and Ichiro hugged them back only to keep singing his love out of his heart:

"Oh baby, we found love right where we are.."

While the people were dancing with them too, Ichiro could see Saburo and Jiro looking at them smiling warmly and supportingly. Jiro moved his lips: "Kiss them, Nii-chan!", Saburo nodded: "Do it, Ichi-nii!". Ichiro smiled and delicately moved his left hand from mc's hair to their chin, lifting their face softly, just enough to look into their eyes. It was the right moment to kiss them... His right hand was still holding the mic. His face got closer and his nose touched mc's, as he finished singing:

"And we found love right where we are"

Mc could see Ichiro's eyes so close and sparkling. His eyes were showing true love as his hand slid to their cheek just to caress it with his thumb. He moved his lips closer just to give them a soft and sweet kiss on their pink lips. As he gave them that soft kiss, he whispered: "I love you, mc.. I really do..", and gave them another kiss, this time longer and more passionate. All the people on the balconies and around them started cheering on the couple, just like Saburo and Jiro did by clapping their hands. The two brothers gave each other a high five at the sight of Ichiro and mc's happiness. Mc wrapped their arms around him just to hold him closer.

"We really found love... we did..", Ichiro whispered to mc's ear.

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actualbird · 2 years

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the couch in marius office looks like the worst couch to take a nap on ever?? and he's tall too so yk he can't just curl up in a corner, he has to sleep all contorted like a worm and probably stills falls on his ass anyway lmao all that money and no nap appropriate couch? running on 5 hrs of sleep at most too, rip him

omg this made me wanna go look for a closer image of the couch ur talking about in marius' office and thankfully this tweet showed a vid of the stellis exploration feature from the cn server and

theres two couches, it seems!!

both of them TERRIBLE

couch #1, or as i like to call it, The Council Has Decided Your Fate

i can see the purpose of this is for meetings where several people are in attendance so theres lots of sitting space but im aghast at how there the backrest does this fade out at the sides, like an 80s song just getting quieter and quieter. it's not fair, the people in the center will be able to recline just fine while anybody sitting at the ends has to keep their own back supported with their own spine. and a well functioning spine? in THIS economy? this is a travesty.

on the notion of marius napping, this couch also looks like it sucks thanks to its curvature. while its length would easily allow all 6feet of marius to be accommodated, the Curvature would necessitate he curves along with it like some kinda tapeworm fitting thru an intestine. the lack of armrests as well mean theres nowhere to pillow one's head.

this couch sucks. it sucks! it's good for seating people who will surely grow a mild resentment for the unequal seating situation and thus the Council May Be Grumpy

couch #2, or as i like to call it, What The Hell??

added mc and marius into this screencap and i imagine mc is looking upon this couch going "what the HELL??" and marius is looking off into the distance, avoiding her eyes, because listen, he wasnt the one who did the interior decorating in here, this was giann's office and before that it was his dad's office, and he figures both of them had some hatred for nap-able couches because this couch is Horrible

no armrests. a backrest that is only 50% useful because past the halfway mark it just curves backwards as if its purpose was to roll out the human body like a pie crust waiting to be applied onto the pie. useless frigging pillow that fools you into thinking it could be lumbar support but all it does is act as an obstacle between one's butt seeking, yearning to meet the back of the backrest, thus meaning that if u wanted to recline, ur spine would be tilting even more into an angle. the only way to sit here would be to sit in a position disregarding the backrest completely. and NAPPING? ON THIS?? I DONT EVEN THINK SITTING ON THIS WOULD BE RELAXING, MUCH LESS NAPPING!!!

mc: .....do you want to go to IKEA? to get a nicer couch?

marius: ive never been more deeply in love with you than in this exact moment

bonus: couch #3, or as i like to call it, Finally, Some Good Fucking Sleepy Time

only saw this one now and this is the only sane couch in marius' office.

it's located behind the main office bit. it's a good couch. not the best, but it looks Much easier to nap in than the horrid couches up front. good lenght, armrest and enough backrest to provide support and stop a sleeping meow meow von hagen from tumbling onto the floor, it's pretty good. but marius would benefit from a pillow or two, though. cmon dude, make ur life easier for urself. PLEASE

i think i got carried away here but i just want marius to get more sleep....

#tears of themis #asks #anon #marius von hagen #tears of themis headcanons

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theartoflovingthomashunt · 2 years

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Farewell to Hollywood U #12 : Trapped

Art by the lovely @/mm1kaa_ (Instagram)

Characters: Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer (F!MC / OC) Book: Hollywood U (Hunt Date #2—The Reluctant Professor) Word Count: <700 Rating/Warnings: General (no warnings) Prompts: @choicesmonthlychallenge HWU (late)

Synopsis: Hunt reflects on his night being trapped in the studio with Alex. [Hunt's journal]

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [HollywoodU]

People should come with warning labels. Or at least she should. Hers would read: if it can go wrong, it will go wrong—disastrously wrong. I understand this, and yet, every time, I still allow myself to be consumed by her, knowing full well that it could only result in a hopeless conclusion.

Yesterday was no exception. What should have been an ordinary field trip to a film set turned into a night I will never forget and one I wish I could say I regretted.

At the end of the trip, we stepped aside for a moment to talk. She was being her usual self, blatantly open and persistent about the relationship she considers to be developing between us. She's so bold and brash, and yet, so passionate in her pursuits. She is unlike the rest of them. There is something more that I seem doomed to resist. I instinctively pulled her away from the group, hoping to confront her privately. We wandered further away, and the studio doors closed behind us, leaving us trapped. No one else. No distractions. No wandering eyes of passing observers. No pressure to fill a particular role. It was just us. Just her and I.

I attempted to refuse her advances, to deny her pursuits and interests, to keep her away. I wanted to ignore her completely, but her tenacity overwhelmed me. I let my guard down. We talked. I dare say it was narrowly satisfying. For a moment, I even allowed myself to believe that maybe it wasn't a bad idea, that the night could be something. I felt comfortable with her. I became complacent; I forgot our roles and let her in.

Of course, she would dress inappropriately for a situation such as this. She noted that she wasn't planning on being stuck in a giant warehouse overnight. As infuriating as it was, her logic was not flawed. I let her borrow my jacket.

It should have ended there. However, it wasn't enough. As the night pressed on, the colder the studio became. Despite finding appropriate bedding thanks to a honeymoon suite set, it still wasn't enough. There is a reason why mittens are warmer than gloves, shared heat between fingers or, in this case, persons is warmer than separate coverings. I should have known better. I think I did, but I ignored it. She looked so cold; her body trembled despite her blanket. I let her lie down beside me and I held her in my arms. It was the biggest mistake I could make. She was only supposed to stay for a few minutes, get the chill off, and then go back to the bed while I remained on the floor. Once I held her, I didn't want to let her go. I talked, and surprisingly she listened. I let myself enjoy her company. I opened up to her despite knowing how dangerous that was.

I don't know what I said to her as sleep overtook me or perhaps in the morning as I awoke. However, I could tell that something had changed when I met her gaze in the morning. I fear what I may have confessed in my weary state and the implications I may have unwittingly allowed to rise given my behavior.

Thankfully, we snuck out the side exit without being discovered when the studio opened for the day. She returned my jacket and slipped away without another word.

I still smell her on it. I endeavored to drop it off at the cleaners on the way home, wanting to rid myself of any further temptations. I know what transpired last night can never happen again. Yet, I could not do it. Instead, it sits beside me, still wrapped in the memory of her.

A looming reminder, a specter of the consequences that await us if we allow ourselves to forget who we are and give in to who we wished we could be. In another life, perhaps. In this one—I can't even allow the thought. I must resist what came between us. It was a moment of weakness, one I cannot repeat for the sake of my career and the future she is destined to have.

A/N: I've been struggling with writer's block for a week now. I started and stopped 12 different wips. This is the first thing I managed to complete.

I was reminded of something RCD Alex/MC said to Thomas in book 3, that any idea is better than no idea, so try to get yourself out of the cycle of wanting to create something perfect and shutting down because its not coming and just accept an imperfect idea and see where it leads.

I know this is rough and not perfect, but I'm afraid that if I don't share it, I'll delete it like everything else I've abandoned this week. So I'm taking Alex's advice and going with it.

A/N 2: I got the art a couple of days ago, after the HWUHSSaw. The artist had some unforeseen life complications. Since the event had already ended, I held the art until I had something written to match.

A/N3: wow, if you made it this far. THANK YOU. Also why? Truly thank you for reading. I hope it's not atrocious.

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phoenixrising0308 · 2 years

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The Promise (Part 6): Stolen Moments (a)

Books: The Royal Romance

Rating: M (Mature content and implied sexual activities)

Pairing: Liam & Jessica (MC)

The Promise - Series premise: Two signet rings, one engagement ring, and a pearl tell a story of love and responsibility, and ask the question: what does it mean to choose duty over love. Catch up here and check out the story inspiration here.

The Promise is based on my Agent Phoenix A/U is a story in-between. This series was written before the disclosure of Liam’s mother’s name. I have named her Lily.

Detailed disclaimer

Triggers: none

A/N: The is one chapter that I divided to address events during the engagement tour in Italy.

Word count: 2,400 *As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Reading time: 5 minutes.

Engagement Tour

Applewood Manor

Liam laid wide awake as Jessica was asleep on his chest. He lovingly played with her hair, admiring the strands of her honey highlights as they shined in the sunlight that peaked through the curtains of her bedroom. He smiled as he looked around the room, their clothes scattered on the floor. His pants at the foot of the bed, her mint flower print dress that he was desperate to take off of her on the edge of the bed, a shirt tossed on a chair. Two empty wine glasses and half a bottle of fine vintage apple wine from his father’s personal reserve was on the nightstand.

He shifted a bit and she snuggled closer to him. He looked down at her in awe. ‘I have traveled the world my entire life, and you are the most beautiful sight I have ever laid eyes on.’

He kissed the crown of her head and tried to enjoy the moment of completeness he felt holding her in his arms. Part of himself was trying not to ruin the moment with the thought that it would have been their engagement tour had it not been for unknown forces that framed her in this very room. He wanted to replace that moment for her so that she felt protection and love instead of danger and fear. She was his choice, and the council approved it, but the violation of not just her privacy but person that occurred that night changed everything for them, and they rescinded their approval. Jessica turned from darling to villain in a matter of seconds, but above all else, her willingness to fight and clear her name made her resilient and a survivor. That made her more fit to wear a crown than anyone in all of Cordonia.

In a few hours, the tour would go international. Places that Jessica never had an opportunity to visit and he thought of ways how he could try to make those places special for her and not taint it with the fact she wouldn’t be the one on his arm taking in the sights because he was coerced into being engaged to someone else.

The alarm on his phone alarm vibrated “6:30 AM”. He reached over and silenced it, wanting more time with her.

He whispered something he thought of in her ear “Crossed the ocean and he found her. Found the love he'd been searching for. His hands stroking her curves, he lays next to her. His nose buried in her hair, breathing in a waft of lavender. He wonders about the days to come. For he sees her in white dancing with him in. ”

The warmth of his breath and his soft touch roused Jessica up from her sleep and she let out a soft giggle as she said, “Hey, you. I thought I was dreaming.”

Liam smiled and said, “No love, I’m here with you. How did you sleep?”

She stretched slightly with a content smile, “This is the best sleep I’ve had in my whole life. I could get used to this.”

“Oh, me sleeping next to you?”

Jessica sat up “Uh-huh. Seriously, sleeping next to you feels right. Actually, you’re the only person I’ve done it with.”

Liam sat up and smiled, “Really?”

Jessica cupped his cheek and he closed his eyes, sighing in contentment at her touch. She kissed him sweetly then said, “I’ve had a lot of first with you and this is one of them. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jess.”

“When did we fall asleep?”

“I don't know you were your third glass, likely bored of my ramblings about being a ruler and my five-year plan for Cordonia SO you kissed me and one thing led to another many…many times, and I woke up around 5 am long enough to admire you sleeping.” Liam gave Jessica a quick kiss.

“You’re pretty darn sexy when you talk about things you are passionate about. Your face lights when you talk about trade deals, creating more job opportunities, BUT my favorite idea was opening up an American embassy to strengthen relationships with the US, and well a scholarly debate with a gorgeous man that sees me as an equal is irresistible.” Jessica, playfully nibbed at Liam’s ear lobe.

“You are a rare find, my secret treasure. I love that you don’t yes me to death and you are firm in you’re beliefs. I can really talk to you about these things. I've never been able to do that with anyone. You bring out the best in me. I love you all the more for it.” he lovingly caressed her side. He gently rolled on top of her and started to kiss down her neck.

“Another benefit of waking up next to you.” Jessica said with a smile as she kissed him both moaning into the kiss.

Liam's phone alarm vibrated at 6:45 AM.

Liam sighed. “I hate that I have to leave you. We were just getting warmed up.” Liam bit his lip "Maybe they won't notice me being fashionably late. Ignore it."

Jessica let out a laugh, "Two hours is not fashionably late. It's downright disrespectful. Besides, you're always painfully on time with that Jaeger-LeCoultre watch that replicates the sound of Big Ben."

Liam smiled and pressed his forehead against hers "A gift I received when I arrived late to afternoon tea because my friend cannot be found anywhere and his grandmother sent us both matching watches."

“Well, we don't need anyone looking for you and finding you here.”

Liam’s watch chimed as he looked down at his watch. It was 7:00AM “I promise to find time for us. This is only temporary. We will figure this out, and then I can sleep with you for the rest of my life.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

Liam got off the bed and slipped into his underwear, then his pants. Jessica got up and put on a shirt from her suitcase, and handed Liam his shirt. He picked up his tie before walking to the mirror and began to adjust his tie. Jessica sat on the bed and said, “Baby, come here.”

Liam walked over and sat beside her. “Is something the matter, Love?”

Jessica gave him a warm smile and said, “Your tie. Can I do it for you?”

He smiled, “I would love that.”

She mused out loud as she drew closer to him. “I watched my Mother do this for my Father. It always seemed intimate and sweet. I always wanted to adjust your tie, but you never stayed the night. Now that you’re here, I'd love to do it for you.”

Liam smiled at the story, “My Father taught me how to tie a full Windsor. I've been doing this for as long as I remember. Gosh, I think I've been wearing a tie since I was six years old and in private instruction.”

“Well, your Royal Highness, I won’t do a formal stuffy full Windsor. I learned something new. I thought you’re young and you’re going to do amazing things. You just wait and see. So, why not change up tradition and do an Eldredge knot? It photographs well and is modern.”

His eyes lit up at the idea. “Oh, that sounds wonderful. Let’s give it a go.”

Jessica moved closer and untied Liam’s tie that he didn't finish; she was slow at first finding a rhythm, and then her fingers moved quickly, forming the knot in 15 steps. She smiled at her handy work and said, “Ta-daaah!”

Liam felt the knot and looked at her curiously. “No one has ever tied my tie before. And this looks rather complicated.”

“It took me hours to learn it.”

Liam smiled fondly at her, “You took the trouble of learning how to adjust a tie for me?”

“Oh, of course! Liam, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. If I don’t know it, I will learn it.”

He felt his chest warm at the endearment as he said, “Then whenever we are together, this will always be my favorite part of my mornings with you. It is a lovely sentiment that you would want to do something for me that you watched your mother do for your father.”

There was a rhythmic tap on the door.

Jessica quirked a brow.

Liam rolled his eyes, “Leo.”

“How cute. Is that a secret knock you both have?”

He nodded, “I've had adjoining quarters with Leo since we were children for security reasons. I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t walk in on him or his company in a compromising position.”

Jessica took a deep sigh. “I guess you have to go now.”

His eyes softened. He wanted to stay too.

“I do. I’m so sorry, love.”

Jessica walked Liam to the door. He touched his tie and smiled, giving her a lingering kiss. “I will be thinking of no one else but you. Please remember that despite the show I have to put on, my thoughts will be with you.”

Jessica's eyes began to water. Liam held her in an embrace and she quietly sobbed into his chest. He felt her tears on his shirt and said, “God, this is tearing me apart. I don't want to do this.”

She sniffled but shook her head. “Don’t worry about me. I will be okay. I will sit next to Hana on the train and she will keep my mind off things.”

Liam opened the door and saw his brother. He stepped out into the hallway, feeling the weight of just how hard it was to leave her.

“Li, are you ready?” Leo mumbled.

Liam's face fell as he took a drawn out-breath. “I don’t think I will ever be ready to face this. I don't think I can fool the world that I’m excited to be engaged to Madeleine.”

The brothers made their way to the manor’s front door waiting for their SUV to pull up.

Leo looked at his brother and was about to compliment him on his tie when a bit of guilt hit him. He saw a sprinkle of wetness on his brother's shirt, knowing who his brother spent the night with, he guessed it was her tears.

“Liam, you know I bet I could get lost for an hour or two you …. It would leave your detail no choice but to have you travel with everyone else. Madeleine’s already at the station. They would have to leave on time.”

Liam looked at his brother hopefully but hesitated. “Leo, Father would be upset.”

Leo smiled “Liam, a duck in the pond doesn't mind the rain. It's already wet. Go.”

Liam smiled and silently thanked his brother as he ran to Jessica's door and knocked.

Jessica's voice wavered on the other side. “Hana, I’m not hungry. I will text you if I change my mind.”

Liam slowly opened the door and saw Jessica sitting at the window bench, looking out at the manor wiping her tears.

“Hey, Love.” He softly announced. She whipped her head to look at him both confused but happy just to see his face again.

With puffy red-rimmed eyes, she gazed at him. A soft vulnerability to her voice as she said his name. “Liam... I...I thought you were gone.”

He smirked at her. “We have two hours to ourselves. What should we do?”

Jessica smiled as she sprung up from her seat to go to him. “Everything .”

Liam gave her a smile as he started walking to her as he undid his tie meeting her in front of the bed and said, "As you wish Love."

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milfgyuu · 2 years

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Remind Me Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Fem!Reader Tags: 2.7k, fluff, humor. Summary: You’ve had a little too much to drink at your sister’s wedding and can’t understand how or why Choi Seungcheol of all people is assigned to babysit you.

Warnings: mc gets drunk, cheol sleeps in underwear only (u can fight me on this), like one (1) unintentional innuendo.

Okay, so…in retrospect, getting absolutely wasted at the wedding reception was not your not your brightest shining moment.

To be fair though, you had warned your sister about the overwhelming nerves you were having over not only being her Maid Of Honor and ensuring her perfect day was indeed perfect but also being the one delivering one of the biggest speeches of the night.

She told you to relax, have a drink. Everything would be just fine.

And she wasn’t wrong, of course, she never was. The ceremony went off without a hitch. You didn’t trip coming down the aisle. No crazy exes showed up to object like they do in the movies. The reception began and you downed a second flute of champagne allowing the little bubbles to soothe your shaking hands. You gave your speech and made the room swell with emotion and laughter and then, it was done. The cake, the special dances, the photography sessions.

All that was left was the deejay, an open dance floor, and for you? Three glasses of tequila and lime to unwind and enjoy the fruits of your labor.

Upon the delivery of your fourth drink, you’re well on your way out (of consciousness). You reach for the glass but someone else beats you to it, pulling it away from you. With a huff of irritation, you look up to find your new brother-in-law’s best friend staring back down at you.

“Seungcheol,” you grin, flipping your hair over your shoulder, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He purses his lips for a moment but exhales a little laugh, “You’re officially cut off.”

Your smile drops in an instant you reach for the drink but he pulls it further away. “What do you mean I’m cut off? I’m a big girl. I can handle my liquor. Thank you.”

“I left you alone for ten minutes and you drank half the bar,” Seungcheol chides softly, “I thought you were dancing with your friends.”

You grumble kicking your bare feet out from beneath the table cloth, “My feet hurt,” you visibly pout, wiggling your toes, “I’ve got blisters from my shoes.”

He chuckles to himself and reaches for your hands, “Come on,” he says scooping up your discarded heels with one hand and pulling you out of your seat with the other, “The party is starting to wind down anyways. Let’s get you out of here.”

Your cheeks burn as he leads you away from the table and through the crowd. You tug on his hand and he looks back at you curiously. Your eyes dart from side to side. “Cheol, wait- won’t people get the wrong idea if they see us leaving together?”

Seungcheol bites his lip to keep from laughing. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s something to worry about.”

He continues walking toward the exit and you cling onto his arm because your legs don’t want to work and also he smells really, really good. Your sister spots the two of you and walks over with a smile, “Are you guys leaving already?”

Seungcheol smiles back, patting your hand still tucked into his own. “Your sister decided to drink half her weight in tequila. I’m going to tuck her in if that’s alright with you.”

You peer up at his face, utterly scandalized and you imagine your sister must be as well but she simply laughs and kisses your cheek. “Absolutely,” she says, “Thanks for taking care of her Cheol. See you guys tomorrow!”

How could your sister just let you leave like that? With a man? With Seungcheol no less?! Beautiful, beautiful Seungcheol.

You’re absolutely bewildered and somewhat walking like a baby deer because not only do your feet hurt but you’ve got these stupid drunken sea-legs that just don’t want to cooperate and Seungcheol notices how slowly you’re moving. He stops abruptly and you nearly bounce off of his solid frame. He catches you and chuckles.

“Alright, this is not working that well and this hotel is massive,” He turns around and squats, “Jump up, we’ve got a long way to go.”

You stand there in shock. No way! How could you let him carry you? It’s bad enough he’s taking you to your room. It's…indecent.

“Nuh-uh, Cheol.”

He stands up and lets out a long sigh, “You’re so lucky you’re cute,” he mumbles to himself before turning around and sweeping you up bridal style. You squeal in surprise and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Cheol, this is embarrassing! What if people see us?”

He shakes his head and laughs a little, “Again. Not sure why you’re so concerned with that. Why don’t you just relax. Save your energy.”

Your eyes widen and your arms tighten around his neck, “Save my energy for what?!”

“You’ve still got to get ready for bed,” he answers, “Change out of your dress, take out your hair, take off your makeup, wash your face, brush your teeth…”

Your eyes roll back in your head and you’re back to pouting, “Okay, okay. That already sounds exhausting.”

“I’ll help you,” he says softly and your heart rattles inside your chest.

Seungcheol manages to get you both into an elevator and up to your floor with no problems and thankfully, no run-ins with people who might know you and get the wrong impression. He sets you down right outside your door, number 303, and produces a key from his back pocket. He swipes it and the little light turns green before he’s pushing the door open.

You brows furrow, “Wait. How did you get that?”

He flips the key over in his hand thoughtfully, “Uh…the front desk? Now will you come inside or are you sleeping out here tonight?”

The thought of such a travesty makes you rush into the room and you face-plant onto the bed. Seungcheol looks at you with a fond little smile and kicks his shoes off at the door, placing your heels beside them, emptying his pockets on the dresser nearby.

His voice startles you and you flip over in bed, looking at him with wide eyes, “Cheol, what are you still doing here?”

He takes a deep breath and steadies his patience. “Getting you ready for bed.”

For some reason, your instinct is to cover your chest, which is still covered by your dress, crossing your arms as if you’re suddenly bare.

“Oh my god, I am never letting you live this down,” He whispers under his breath before speaking louder for you to hear. “Come on. Into the bathroom.”

You’re no match for his strength and he tugs you right out of the bed. You follow him hesitantly to the bathroom and allow him to sit you down on the toilet lid. You watch him with big round eyes as he takes each pin out of your hair until he’s able to run his fingers through it and massage your scalp. He takes out a few makeup wipes and you let him clean your face without a word.

“Let’s get you out of this dress,” he says and your hands come up to cover your mouth in shock but he presses his eyes shut and sighs, his voice coming out short and flat, “Out of your dress and into pajamas. Worry not, little flower, your virtue is safe with me.”

You pull your hands away from your face but look at him wearily, “Let’s say I believe you,” You poke him in the chest, “No funny business lover boy.”

“Literally not what you said last night…”

You blink one too many times because the bathroom lights suddenly go out and he’s pulling you back into the bedroom, “What was that?”

“Nothing at all, babe,” he answers with a shrug and small smirk.

You trip over the bottom of your dress and stumble into him, “I- babe?! Bold! Real bold, Choi Seungcheol.”

He merely winks at you and reaches out for your waist, “Need help with this?”

His hand slips around the back of your dress and you hold your breath as he runs his fingers up the zipper. Damn him. He’s so attractive with his fluffy hair and pouty lips. He finds the zipper and pulls it down but once it reaches the middle of your back you panic and tear out of his arms, running to hide in the closet. “I’ll just change here! Stay out!”

You slam the door shut and squeak when you realize the lights are still out. After fumbling for a few minutes you find them and quickly slink out of your dress and then…then you realize you have nothing in here to change into. Your bag is in the room but now you’re practically naked and Seungcheol is out there and what are you gon-

There is a knock at the door and you peek your head out of a tiny crack to see a pair of pajamas being thrust at you. “Don’t worry, at least one of us is sober.”

You mimic his words sarcastically and snatch the clothes, slamming the door shut again. You have to get him out of here.

It takes a few minutes of struggling to get your head and arms through the right holes and similarly, with your legs into your shorts but you finally get them on and throw the closet door open. To find Seungcheol completely shirtless.

Your eyes gloss over at the sight of his broad shoulders, head tilting as your eyes dip to appreciate the way the muscle in his back tapers as you get lower and lower. You can see the band of his underwear now and realize he’s got his belt undone and if he were facing you the front of his pants would just be open and-

“Damn,” He whispers as he fiddles with the latch on his wristwatch and you suck in a quick breath, alerting him of your presence.

He flicks his eyes up to you nonchalantly and holds his arm out, “Hey, can you get this off for me?”

“Get you off…” you reply, eyes glued to his torso until he chuckles, “Wait. What?”

He can’t stop laughing as he walks a little closer and you take a step back, “Can you please help me take my watch off?” he holds his wrist closer and your lips form a perfect ‘o’, “The latch is stuck.”

You fumble with it for a moment but the mechanism clicks and comes apart, and Seungcheol rubs his wrist, laying the watch on the dresser with his other things. You’re glued to the floor, watching him walk back around the opposite side of the bed.

“Why are you taking your clothes off?”

He dips his thumbs into the waistline of his pants and shoves them down, “Because I’m not sleeping in my suit?”

Your eyes find the ceiling and you whine, “But why are you taking them off in here?!”

“Because I’m sleeping in here?”

Your eyes dart back to him and you swear his pectoral muscle jumps on purpose. “You can’t sleep in here! Are you crazy?”

Seungcheol raises a brow and pulls back the blanket, getting in and making himself comfy in the bed, “Are you getting in or what?”

Your brain short circuits and Seungcheol watches you pace around in circles. “You can’t just sleep in here with me?! What are people going to say when they find out? It’s my sister’s wedding for heaven’s sake! My parents are on the floor below us! We have to have breakfast with them in the morning! How am I supposed to look my mother in the face when you were in my bed in your underwear the night before?”

Seungcheol crosses his arms over his chest and god you try not to look but he’s so thick and deliciously well put together and you’re hopeless. “Should I take my underwear off then?”

“CHEOL!” you squeal, falling dramatically against the edge of the bed. “I don’t know if you know this but I have a huge crush on you and this is totally not fair. I’m delicate.”

Seungcheol laughs and reaches forward with both arms, pulling you further onto the bed and into his grasp. Your face burns and he looks down at you with the goofiest grin. “Yeah, ‘delicate’ is a good word. So is ‘lightweight’.”

“Don’t pick on my alcohol tolerance,” you pout up at him, “Tequila is my friend. Unlike you.”

Seungcheol mouth turns into a flat line. “Yeah, that’s because I'm your boyfriend.”

It’s silent for a beat and then you burst out into hysterics, laughing so hard your belly aches. “My boyfriend?” you cackle, “Yeah, right.”

“Babe, we’ve been dating for almost a year,” he sighs at your non-stop laughter. “I’m starting to think I should take you to a hospital if your memory is that messed up right now.”

“You and me?” your finger flicks between the two of you as you sit up with his assistance. “Where is the proof?”

“Aside from me having a room key, my bag being in the room, and me being nearly naked in the bed next to you?”

You nod resolutely and he huffs with irritation. Never in a million years did he think he’d ever have to prove the legitimacy of his relationship to his own girlfriend. He throws the covers back and gets out of bed, marching over to the dresser and picking up his phone. You’re back to staring at him with a dopey look on your face when he puts the phone on speaker and a familiar voice answers ‘hello?’”

“Hey, it’s Cheol,” he says smoothly, “I’m sorry for calling so late. Your daughter had a little too much to drink and is now asking for proof that I’m her boyfriend. I need help.”

“Oh geez! Sorry kiddo. She didn’t get her tolerance from me,” She laughs, “Cheol, honey, hand her the phone will you?”

Seungcheol grins and hands you his phone. You take a deep breath which is a little dizzying. “Mom?”

“Sweetheart,” your mom’s voice comes through the speaker, “I know it’s hard to believe, because Seungcheol is just the most handsome, wonderful young man you’ve ever met….but he is your boyfriend and I’m going to need you to pull it together and stop giving my future son-in-law a hard time.”

Your wide eyes meet Seungcheol’s own, crescent shaped from the goofy grin on his face. “Mom,” you avert your eyes and whisper, “You mean you want me to sleep with him?”

Your mom’s long sigh is audible through the phone, “Honey, you are going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow morning. Let the boy in the bed and go to sleep. I love you.” Click.

You sheepishly hand the phone back to Seungcheol who’s giving you a ‘told you so’ sort of look. He puts it back on the dresser and gestures to the bed, “May I?”

You follow his line of sight and nod your head slowly, “Well, this is embarrassing. Are you gonna break up with me now?”

Seungcheol gets back into bed and this time he lifts the blankets for you and you obediently crawl in next to him. “Nah,” he chuckles, fixing his pillows to make himself comfortable before flicking off the lights, “Might put you on a tequila ban though.”

Your laugh is soft but it’s cut short when Cheol pulls your body closer to his and your hands find purchase on his warm chest. His eyes fondly trace over your features in the dark and yours do the same. Choi Seungcheol is your boyfriend. Imagine that.

“Are you going to accuse me of being indecent again if I kiss you goodnight?”

You shake your head and Cheol sits up, leaning over your body and making you melt into the pillows. Your eyes are wide and might as well have little stars dancing in them and it takes another moment after his lips press against yours for them to flutter closed. When he pulls away your eyes remain closed and he smiles, kissing the apples of your cheeks.

“Does it feel like a first kiss?”

His fingertips trace over the tip of your nose, over your lips, down your chin.

“Now you’re just picking on me,” you mumble, lips spreading into a smile, “But I think you should kiss me again. I already forgot what it feels like.”

Seungcheol shakes his head and laughs, “I’d be happy to remind you.”

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simplyotometrash · 2 years

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i need comfort badly. got tboned on the way home. everyone was fine but u am one stubbed toe away from a full breakdown. can you please do spme headcanons for the brothers (and maybe diavolo amd tye other datables but if not thats perfectly okay) comforting a gn reader whose trying really hard not to cry after something bad happened.

I'm so sorry you've had such an awful experience, dear. I can't even imagine how stressful and upsetting that must be. I'm so glad that everyone's physically okay.

I ended up going with MC having a lot of smaller shit happening that just piled on and pushed them to break. I don't really like writing upsetting stuff.

Brothers x Gender-Neutral MC

Genre: Comfort

Warnings: Just generally being upset? I guess?

Comforting MC

You were already having an absolutely rotten day. Nothing was going right. You burned your hand making breakfast, forgot all of your homework in your room, were forced to stay after RAD, didn't even get to eat lunch, had extra homework because you had nothing to turn in, your backpack was stolen, and you were still expected to make a massive dinner since Beel could eat enough to feed an entire army.

Everything fucking sucked.

You were in the kitchen, sourly making dinner when you finally lost the will to keep it together. You dropped a glass dish and it shattered on the ground. If it hadn't been for everything else this would not have been a big deal. Alas, you were done with everything. You couldn't keep it together anymore. You started sobbing instead of sweeping up the shattered glass.

"MC-" Your boyfriend rushed into the kitchen to see you crying and the glass on the ground.

Lucifer:

You couldn't even stop crying long enough to tell him why you were upset.

He gently lead you away from the glass and pulled you into his arms.

"I need you to talk to me so I can help you," he said softly.

You sniffled and hiccuped your way through a rundown of your shitty day.

He couldn't help but sigh. Not at you but at the fact that you'd had such a bad day without even telling him.

"I want you to take a few deep breaths and then go wash up. I'll clean this up, I'll make dinner, and then you and I can meet in my room. Don't even worry about that extra work. I'll talk with Lord Diavolo. You did the original work and can turn it in tomorrow. If the teachers have a problem then they can answer to him."

He planned to find the demons that stole your bag, too. He would do that after you went to sleep for the night.

He didn't want you stressing over anything else.

"Next time, though, I want you to talk to me first. Don't let things get this bad. You know you can lean on me."

Mammon:

Poor Mammon was in a panic when he rushed into the kitchen. He thought you had been seriously hurt.

Seeing you in tears didn't help. But you didn't have a scratch on you.

He pulled you away from the glass and checked you over frantically just to be sure.

"Hey," he murmured when you buried your face against his chest. "What's going on? Why're you cryin'?"

You explained your day to him with your face pressed against his shirt. You were too upset to look up at him.

His blood started to boil when you got to the part about your bag being stolen on your way home. He cursed himself for not picking you up.

"Sit tight. I'll clean this up and, uh, I'll talk to Lucifer. See if someone else can finish dinner. I ain't about to let my human cook dinner when they're this upset!"

He was trying to put on a front for you but his concern outweighed everything else. He hated seeing you cry.

Lucifer had Satan finish kitchen duty for you, telling Mammon that he should take care of you.

"The Great Mammon is here, MC. I...I want you to depend on me."

Leviathan:

Your adorably awkward boyfriend had gotten up for some water when he heard the commotion. The short sprint to the kitchen left him wheezing but it was worth it for you.

You didn't look hurt, though he worried about your feet with the glass on the floor.

He swept it up quickly and hesitantly pulled your hands apart so he could see your face, only for you to hug him instead.

The normally blushy otaku wrapped his arms around you without a second thought.

"What happened? You're not hurt, right? I-I heard you crying and got worried."

You explained everything once you had calmed down a bit.

"I-I'll tell Lucifer about your bag, hopefully, we can find the thief! I'll do it myself if I have to! Until then, you can borrow one of the bags I have."

He was a bit awkward about rubbing your back but you found it soothing. He was trying really hard for you.

Levi let you sit down while he finished cooking for you. The game on pause in his room was far from his mind because he just wanted to be of help to you.

"I know I'm awkward and sometimes I don't know what to say, but I'm here for you. You can count on me."

Satan:

Satan had seen you earlier that day, only briefly, but he had a bad feeling. You hadn't looked like you were feeling great.

This only confirmed what he thought before. He wished he had pulled you aside to talk to you sooner.

He was careful to not let you step on the glass as he pulled you away and into his arms.

"Wanna talk about it?" He reassuringly ran his hand up and down your back until you felt like talking.

Listening to you talk about your day both hurt his heart and made him angry.

He planned to find the demon that stole from you and make them suffer for touching your stuff to begin with.

"I'm sure someone else will cook tonight. I'll do it myself if I have to. You shouldn't be cooking. After dinner, I'll help you with all that bullshit extra work you were given. I'll do it myself if I need to."

You couldn't even argue with him. He kissed your head and you walked off to take a hot bath and tell Lucifer what was going on.

Satan was true to his word. He ended up making dinner that night and he thoroughly helped you get through the work you were given.

"I love you, MC, and I am always here for you. You don't have to go through bad days alone."

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus was so scared that you had been hurt that he almost stepped on the glass himself.

But he didn't. He caught sight of it last minute and carefully stepped around it. Then he helped you get away from it, too.

Seeing you so upset was upsetting for him. You were a light in the world, you deserved to be happy. Seeing you sad was painful.

Asmo held you tightly in his arms and rocked with you gently, murmuring soft words to you until you were able to calm your crying down.

"Wanna tell me what happened? I hate seeing you so upset, my darling."

He listened carefully to your day. He planned to take extra good care of you and use his connections to find your stolen bag.

You watched him text on his D.D.D. before Lucifer came into the kitchen, telling you both to leave and that he would take care of cleaning the mess and dinner.

They were in agreement that it would be better for you to just relax and hopefully recover from all the stress from that day instead.

He escorted you to his bedroom where he immediately set to drawing you a hot bath in his tub.

"I'm always going to be here to help you, darling. Please come to me when things get to be too much."

Beelzebub:

It's no surprise that he was already nearing the kitchen when you dropped the dish. No, he wasn't there to get snacks. He wanted to see what you were making and if you wanted any help.

But he moved fast the second he heard glass breaking and you crying.

The first thing he did was pick you up and set you on the counter, checking you over for injuries. He even checked the bottoms of your feet to make sure you didn't get any glass stuck in them.

He knew that there was no way you were crying over a simple dish.

"What's going on, MC? I'll listen."

You told him everything and he held you aginst his chest. He pressed kisses to the top of your head every once in a while.

"I hate that you've had such a bad day. I can make it a bit better, though."

You were confused by what he meant and he smiled a bit.

"Your stolen bag. I meant to give it to you earlier but you weren't really in the mood to talk. I saw some low level demon with it on my way home from practice, so I got it back. I could smell you on it and knew it was yours."

"You can always talk to me, MC. You help everyone else all the time. I love you and helping you is just one of the things that I can do for you."

Belphegor:

To be honest, he was already on his way to you anyway. Belphie tended to get bored if he couldn't be with you. He figured he could sit with you while you cooked.

But he did not like seeing you so upset.

He lead you away form the glass and got the mess cleaned up, not wanting to step in glass himself. Then he pulled you into a warm hug.

"Alright, talk to me. I know this is about more than some stupid glass dish."

You couldn't help but weakly laugh before you began telling him about your shitty day.

He was mad at himself for skipping RAD that day knowing what you told him. He could have helped you a lot sooner if he had just been there.

He'd get your bag back for you, too, mark his words.

For now, though, you were more important than the missing bag. You needed him.

He didn't want to take over cooking himself, so he messaged Satan about it who agreed to take over for you instead. That way he was able to take you up to the attic for some peace and quiet.

"I'm sorry I wasn't with you today, MC. I'm here for you, though. I'm always here if you need to even just talk."

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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 3 years

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I have had this song stuck in my head for DAYS and I think about the Brothers everytime I hear it... so here is some little song blurbs.

I Don't Miss You at All

Inspiration ~ I Don't Miss You at All by FINNEAS

Find the full Lyrics Here.

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💙 Lucifer

But I think our song is comin' on

And now I wanna crash the car

But I won't

Make that mistake again and fall

Lucifer sits in his office after another long day listening to his favorite record with a cup of Demonus in his hand. He swirls the liquid as the song he was listening to comes to an end. Slowly the next one begins. He closes his eyes and takes in the harmonic sound. Opening his eyes, he realizes why this song is so important to him.

Lucifer guided the human in the waltz for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Can we please have one more dance, Lucifer?"

He sighs staring at their big pleading eyes. It almost makes him want to say yes, "I have work, MC. Maybe after."

They rush to him grabbing his sleeve before quietly speaking, "Please?"

His eyes prick with hot tears at the memory. Without a thought he stands up, making his way over to the machine before snapping the record in half.

Upon realization of his actions, Lucifer collapses. Hot tears streaming down his face at what he has lost.

💛 Mammon

I don't get distracted by your smile

And miss the green lights drivin' home

No sign of stoppin'

The house isn't far

Mammon had gone out driving to blow off some steam after Lucifer threatened him. He was going pretty fast until he saw the light turn yellow and began to stop.

As he stopped at the red light, he his attention to the passenger seat out of habit expecting to find an awaiting MC.

"How about we play a game. At every red light, I ask you a question and you have to answer." MC smiled at him as the car slowed to a stop.

He turned his gaze to them, gently putting his hand on the side of their seat, "Sure, ask away."

A small smile crossed his face as he watched them think of a question.

"What was your favorite birthday and why?" MC turned to him with a smile as they awaited his answer.

"Hmm," Mammon thought hard before finally remembering, "Probably my 1,500th. We were still in the Celestial Realm at the time and all the angels sang happy birthday to me. It was really nice." A blush filled his face at the thought of all that attention.

MC gently touched his arm pulling him out of his thoughts, "It sounds amazing."

Mammon is pulled out of his memory by incessant honking behind him. With a quick glance he sees that about ten cars have gotten in line behind him.

He looks up at the light and sees it's green. He puts his foot on the gas, speeding through red lights, going as fast as he can back to the House of Lamentations as hot tears fly off his face in the cold wind.

🧡 Leviathan

But I won't

Break down at 2 AM and call

'Cause I don't

Miss you at all

Levi stares at the computer screen at it flashes the words "Two Player" at him.

His brain slowly rakes through all his friends u til he glances over at his D.D.D.

Levi looks down at his phone to see a message from MC.

MC: I can't finish this mission unless I have a player two... are you busy?

Levi smiles. Before sending his own response.

Levi: Are you sure it isn't just to use me for my levels?

MC responds with a shocked reaction before sending another message.

MC: Of course not! If I am being honest, I can't sleep and I wanted a distraction.

Another smile spreads across his face at the thought of MC coming to him for help over his brothers.

Levi: My door is open, but you better know the password!

Levi begins to reach for his phone, but hesitates before pulling his hand away.

His hand slowly travels back to his controller as he exits out of the game with tears in his eyes.

💚 Satan

All but forgotten

About those eyes

The shade of green that if he'd seen

Would make F. Scott Fitzgerald cry

Satan splashes water on his faces quickly before looking up into the mirror. The demon stares back at himself before he meets his striking green eyes and freezing.

"Satan, your eyes are so vibrant." He chuckles at the human's comment as they stand behind him in the mirror.

His eyes trail their body before focusing on their eyes in the mirror.

"Well I think yours are just as striking." He smirks at them as he watches them blush and chuckle.

"Sure. But mine aren't as amazing as yours. I could see authors writing using thousands of words to describe just how beautiful they are." Their eyes are dreamy as they stare deep into his eyes.

Satan's face contorts into one of frustration and anger as he stares into his own green irises.

His hand moves without warning as it balls into a fist and moves towards the mirror with all his force. A scream emerges from his throat as well as his knuckles make contact with the reflective glass causing it to shatter.

He stares again at the now broken mirror, a fraction of its former self. In one swift movement, he washes his now cut hands of blood before pushing his hair back and leaving the mess behind him as his eyes begin to sting.

💖 Asmodeus

'Cause, no, I can't

Recall your scent

Jasmine, tuberose, and lily

Or your silly French accent

Asmo was taking inventory of his perfumes and colognes as he does every month. As he makes his way through each scent he comes across one that is all too familiar to him.

"Asmo! This one smells amazing! How did you know I love jasmine, lily and tuberose?" MC gently held the glass bottle in their hand as they sprayed it on their wrists again.

"I have my ways. I even bought one for myself so when people on the street see us, they know we are together." Asmo smiled as he stared at them happily gazing at the bottle.

"I really do love it Asmo. Thank you." Their eyes sparkled with adoration as they looked deeply into his.

Asmo narrows his eyes at the bottle before spraying it on his wrists and putting it away.

He walks away with a scowl on his face, giving up his previous need to inventory his scents. But for the rest of his night, he smells his wrists and let's out a small sob after.

❤ Beelzebub

And I barely still remember

Who's in the pictures on my wall...

...And it feels so good

Eating alone

Beel pulls out his instant Ramen from the microwave. Carefully he makes his way to the table with the delicacy in his hands.

He begins to prepare to eat as the intoxicating aroma hits his nostrils and sends him deep into a memory.

MC carried their own bowl of Ramen up to their room as Beel followed slowly behind them, "Come on Beel I want to show you my new photos while we eat!"

When the two finally get to MC's room the sit on the floor. Beel begins to slurp his noodles as MC grabs photos and thrusts them into Beel's face.

"Don't they look great?" Their voice was filled with excitement as Beel stared at himself during a Fangol game.

He slowly nods as he takes a sip of the broth.

"I am glad you like it. I want to take pictures of all seven of you every week and then put them on my wall."

He looked up to see past pictures as he began to hear them slurp next to him.

Beel takes a quickly look around the room only to find himself alone before he looks down at his Ramen. He sighs.

He still digs in with just as much fervor, bit it tastes saltier than he remembers as his cascading tears mix with the noodles.

💜 Belphegor

And I'm sleepin' fine

I don't mean to boast

But I only dream about you

Once or twice a night at most

Belphie squeezes the warm mass in his arm before opening his eyes and seeing MC's back. He smiles at the human in his arm.

"Is my little human still sleepy?" His voice is hoarse from the lack of use.

MC giggles as they roll over and stare him in the eyes, "Nope!" After they finished speaking, MC bolts from his arms with a smile on their face.

Belphie lurches awake with a start. Frantically he looks around the dark attic for the figure he just saw in his dream before he starts patting the bed.

"MC!? MC!?"

After a minute or so of frantic searching, he is confident he is alone.

Tears prick the corners of his eyes and he turns his gaze to the ceiling.

Loud screams fill the room as Belphie begins to pound the bed with his fists. And just as fast as it began, it stops. Belphie falls back onto the plush pillows and returns to his slumber.

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twillightteaparty · 3 years

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Hey! Can i request Grim, Floyd, Crewel (i just know this man loves dogs-) and Crowley reacting to the reader's guard dog following them to twisted wonderland? Nobody knows how it happened but y/n isn't complaining.

You can see them happily strolling around the halls without a care in the world and their HUGE scary dog following them, which makes them pretty much untouchable. Especially since the dog is ready to bite as soon as someone tries to raise even a finger on them, so people keep their distance lol.

The dog LOVES Grim, he's always a huge puppy around him!! He also likes Floyd and Crewel (for some reason) + MC's friends bc yea, and dislikes Crowley with a burning passion so every time he sees him he's ready to attack LMAO.

1. *slams hands on the table* GIVE MC/YN/YUU SCARY DOG RIGHTS!

2. I think it gives me a good laugh every time I see someone says Crewel likes dogs, its a little ironic but who am I to argue.

Reader's Large Scary Dog Follows Them To Twisted!

Grim

A little bit confused at first, definitely acts likes he doesn't get along with the dog but it's so hard to deny they don't get along when Grim and this huge ass dog are curled up together sleeping. After that he drops the act all together because their just a big o' puppy of love around Grim.

Will try and use his scary dog rights for "bigger and better things" this is usually trying to bully people into giving him tuna. But no one is willing to get close enough with one large growl dog staring them down. Rip get free tuna plan

Please do just imagine Grim sitting on this dogs back instead of being carried by someone or walking himself, he just gets a lift from The dog that loves him without question.

Don't let Grim around the dog long enough to teach him tricks because you won't like the tricks that he tries to teach them.

Floyd

The dog growled at him, he growled back, somehow that means their best buddies now. He won't explain how or what happened, honestly he probably doesn't know himself

Will sit with the dog for hours on the floor getting all of the dog kisses and giving the dog all the affection it could ever need. Always gets yelled at for showing up to work covered in dog hair.

Would teach the dog tricks that are reasonable, like fetch, shake paw, spin in a circle, you know all that fun stuff. I'm saying Floyd will spoil your d o g

If you ever need someone to take your dog for a walk Floyd is right there. It probably be good for the both of them

Crewel

Now if you ever need someone to baby sit your dog, this guy is your man. Will spoil your dog as well. Giving them all of the treats and affection in the world

Will talk to you all the time about how he loves your dog and what a good dog they are and how you should b r I N g t h e m t o c l a s s. that's a demand not a request.

Will buy expensive dog toys, treats, anything and everything dog related. But if it comes to Halloween costumes he'll just make it so it fits your dog perfectly and he'll be like isn't your dog just the cutest???

Will take or ask for photos of your dog to have on his desk.

Crowley

Has hid in a tree to get away from the dog change my mind. If he needs to tell you something but you have your dog? Will just be shouting from a safe distance away.

Probably pretends to not be scared of the dog but like his screams any time this dog bark says otherwise. Man knows he doesn't have to hide his fear right?

Him and crewel argue all the time if the dog is good or not and if it should stay or not. Crewel got your back though and Crowley do in fact lose this argument every time

Though it's not he can just send the dog home and not the reader that would be s u s, that's if he knew how to get them home and was hiding it anyway....

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Dog, give them dog rights. Rn. This was fun to write I was imaging like a dark fur colour Scottish deer Hound named bessy through all of writing this but I left it up to the imagination for you to imagine the idea spooky dog. Hope you enjoyed this as much as I had fun writing it!

Love, Admin Tea

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under-sedationnn · 3 years

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the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

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Force's Disney Geek Master Theory: Why Twisted Wonderland Is Called Twisted Wonderland

We have all grown to know and love various Disney characters over the years, correct? Yet, I believe a lot of us can argue that not many characters have the same effect on us even as adults today as the Villains do within their respective movies. In the game Disney: Twisted Wonderland as we all know and love, the select boys to Overblot are supposed to have the "souls" of their Villain counterparts, right? But...why is it called "Twisted" Wonderland, then? The truth may lie within something that has been right in front of us all along, my friends: the meaning of a mirror. Ready to buckle in for this one? If so, then here we go!

We have seen all of these guys share character traits, looks, etc with their Disney counterparts, correct? Well, what if I were to tell you that things in terms of the "main" guys that we are supposed to pay attention to aren't exactly what they seem? This could be analyzed in a few different ways, honestly, yet the most prominent way is this: the differences in their personalities- they are reversed. Let us take this bit by bit, shall we?

Ah, yes. The Queen Of Hearts. The ranting, raging, bundle of red, black, and gold we all know and love. (or else heads would roll, I'm sure) One of the things that everybody knows about her is that she's extremely hellbent on the crazy rules that she makes up and is prone to anger honestly very easily. Yeah, you can connect that to Riddle- but think about it for a second. While that rage and the rule thing is still there, it isn't as prominent with him as it was with her, is it? With the Queen of Hearts, her whole "issue" was that she wished to make everybody listen to her and follow her every command- but Riddle was essentially always following the rules of another- not his own. This seemed to make Riddle a little more calm most of the time in terms of how he handled and oversaw things. It wasn't until he actually Overblotted that the "listen to me and only me" thing came out- buuuuuuttttttt I'll get to that part in a bit.

Next: Leona and Scar. While we honestly didn't get to see a lot of what went on behind the scenes in the Outlands in terms of how Scar even met the hyenas to begin with at all, one thing can honestly be said- Scar worked very hard to get where he was. I mean, it's not like you can get an entire pack of rabid, hungry hyenas onto your side in the course of a single day, or maybe even a week (especially as a lion, no less). No, something to that extreme takes careful planning, wording, and stringing along to ensure that nothing goes wrong along the way. The way Scar spoke to Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed made it seem as though he had known them for a looooonngggg time before this- that's where that behind the scenes planning comes in. And then...you have Leona. Leona, from what we can tell in Chapter 2, planned the idea for the "endgame" alright- but he didn't actually act upon any of the plan for himself. Ruggie did. Even in the Lion King, we see that Scar had no problems whatsoever getting his paws dirty a little within his own scheme to take his "rightful place" at the head of Pride Rock- but Leona quite honestly did not a thing once Ruggie was in motion. See where this is starting to head?

Azul and Ursula. Ursula, the Disney baddie queen of my heart Ursula, the Sea Witch. She was known all around the ocean floor for helping out poor little merfolk in secret, wasn't she? Yet, nobody ever really seemed to catch wind of the whole "her turning those who didn't quite fit the bill into polyps" thing, did they? That was one of the things that made her such a honest threat to Ariel herself- because Ursula was cunning. She did things behind the scenes, and sure- we could catch onto it out in the audience (annnddd maybe Sebastian and Flounder as well), but nobody else really seemed to, right? Azul is the complete opposite in this standpoint. He instills direct fear into his "workers" and those even beyond and within his dorm. Like- basically most knew that this dude was bad news to begin with. Azul, mostly, seemed to hide his cunning facade behind a fake yet still seemingly "soft and genuine" smile and act. But all in all, he didn't really attempt to "hide" anything- hell, he even proclaimed his entire plan of what everyone with those things on their heads were gonna do for him in the open! At least when Ursula sang as Vanessa, she was in an almost perfectly enclosed room with nobody else around.

Jamil and Jafar. This comparison here, given what occurs in the movie Aladdin, is honestly one of the biggest possible indicators of this reoccuring theme I shall clarify in a bit. Jafar, while being sneaky, was known for being a more "out there" Disney Villain in terms of his personality alongside that of his partner Iago in the film. He would smile in a sinister way, he would crack jokes out in the open, and let us not forget his crazed yet oddly interesting laughter. Jamil? He's the exact opposite. Given his past and what he has had to dealt with growing up with Kalim, he is much more reserved and barely releases a chuckle or cracks a smile at all. His personality is a lot more repressed than that of Jafar himself throughout the film. Jamil has been so used to having to hold himself back thanks to his parents in favor of Kalim's family, he doesn't seem to know how to "let go" whatsoever. Yet Jafar, while still maintaining that sneaky side of him as well, has no problems whatsoever letting a little hang loose whenever he so chooses to.

Vil and the Evil Queen. This one honestly may be a bit more self explanatory than the others- but the difference between these two is their expressions of themselves. The Evil Queen was the very first animated counted Disney Villain within Disney's history- yet, she barely had any lines throughout the film at all. Her ranges of expression were almost little to none thanks to the era in which the movie was released in- but she always looked like she was pissed, huh? Vil is the exact opposite of her in this sense. He is able to fully express himself through his various facial expressions, theatrical abilities, musical experiences, fashion style, and even how he behaves. Vil is able to do so much more than the Evil Queen did or could do within that time period, that it's almost a little staggering if you fully picture it.

Idia and Hades. Now, now. We haven't honestly seen too much of the flaming blue boy yet in TWST, but one thing is apparent here right off the bat- in terms of his personality? He is the exact opposite of Hades. Idia is much like Jamil but to a more "geek" degree- he's extremely introverted, shy, a bit snippy, yet mainly keeps to himself and his gaming tech. Hades is most often renowned as the Disney Villain with the most personality- and the best humor. Hades has no problem whatsoever being "out there" with his crazy puns, sassy remarks, anger, and even mocking behavior. I mean, please, guys- I haven't been this choked up since I got a hunk of moussaka caught in my throat!

Finally, Malleus and Maleficent. Ooooohoooooooo boy. We have to count out the live action movie Maleficent for this one (sorry horned queen fans). One thing that basically everybody even with their toe in the water in that of Disney movies kind of knows this fact- Maleficent is c r u el. She's got a bizarre set of dark powers and an even blacker heart than that. Hell, we basically had to "soften her up" a little bit in Maleficent thanks to just how seemingly irredeemable her character is in that of Sleeping Beauty. I mean, c'mon now- cursing an infant? And we get no explanation for that in the original? C'mon, now. Anyways, Malleus? As we all can tell by now, this dude is the compleeettteeeeeee opposite. Sure, he has those repressed bits here and there too, but it is evident that this dude has a heart crying out for the MC and it is big, bold, and golden to the core once you look past how he looks. He sent the MC a card for winter break, for crying out loud. Yeah, let me know the next time you see Maleficent do that smh.

Now, I have avoided using a certain word up until this point to see if anybody could catch on to what exactly is happening here. Did you figure it out? Reverse. The boys that either have Overblotted already or intend to Overblot soon stop holding out on us, Chapter 6 have had the exact opposite personalities compared to that of their Villain counterpart- until one prime point in their "character arcs". Their Overblot.

Riddle wished to have all bow before him and obey his rules.

Leona led his entire dorm into ruin and nearly sanded away the entire school in the process.

Azul let himself finally free of his personal shackles entirely and "took what was his".

Jamil finally let himself go and opened up more in his personality, almost seeming to be driven insane in the process.

Vil wanted to become the most beautiful one of all and would kill anyone within the way of that goal without any hesitation whatsoever.

The moment that the boys' Overblotted, that was the exact moment when the "soul" of their Disney Villain counterpart took control. Keeping that idea in mind, that should mean that this will happen in the upcoming chapters and their Overblots:

Idia will show off all of the personality, powers, and intelligence that he has been keeping down within this introverted self of his.

Malleus will become so broken by being left out and alone in the cold for the final time that he will turn into a completely cruel Fae and possibly nearly kill either the MC or the representation of Prince Philip within that Chapter in the process.

(Hello, my dear Readers! Guess who is trying to get back into her bigger pieces of writing? This gal right here~ feel free to drop a comment and tell me what you think of this theory- I'd love to hear your thoughts! 💕)

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