#but i'm angry for younger me and everyone currently like younger me

[selineram3421]

Well I just read you newest story about y/n being Husker's younger sibling. Especially how much focus there was on Al just wanting to piss him off.

So if I might suggest: Alastor with a y/n who's Charlie's sibling/Lucifer's child. Seriously we saw him already losing it when all claimed to see a daughter figure in Charlie...Al flirting, etc. with a different child might actually kill him.

Anyway I love your work, keep it up ^-^

- 🖤

*cackles like an insane person*

Royally Pissed

Prologue

Alastor X Morningstar Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ reader is blonde for obvious reasons, cussing, mention of depression, angry short King ⚠

Lucifer treasured his children.

Of course he messed up at times, not every parent is perfect. Though he does regret not seeing his children all that often.

Charlie was doing something. Somewhere.

Shit, that sounds bad.

And you would come by and check up on him every so often.

While Charlie looked like him, she had her mother's height. You looked more like Litlith..but had his shortness.

Of course you were adorable!

His littlest one, born a few seconds after Charlie. Twins that came out like opposites in looks but similar in some ways.

He gifted you a rubber duck for every birthday. One that had a tutu, one that had multiple eyes, one that had a built in music box, one that had a jester hat, one that honked like a goose, one that-

Ok, it was a lot.

But you loved his duckies! You even had bookshelves just for them!

Currently you were with him in the castle. Or more like you being in the other room while he was working on another duck.

Then he got a phone call from Charlie.

"Daughter. Daughter calling!", he said in surprise.

After talking about Heaven and a bit about the hotel, he got excited when she said for him to come see the hotel for himself.

"My daughter wants to see me~!", he sang before pointing at a duck on the floor. "Take that depression!"

"Dad?", he heard you call out, finding you opening the door. "Do you want lunch now?", you asked.

Lucifer cheered out your name and grabbed your hands before twirling you around. "Charlie called! She invited me to her hotel thingy!"

"Oh, that's nice.", you said. "I hope you have fun."

"You can come too!", he stopped the twirling. "We'll all get to hang out again!"

You smiled and agreed.

"Great! We've got to be there in an hour!", he says before letting you go to skip out of the room.

Staying put, you glance at the rubber duck filled room with slight worry.

"It wasn't this bad last time.."

.

You stood behind your father as you both waited for the doors to open.

It's been a while since you last saw Charlie, it being around a few months. Looking around you can see she cleaned up the building quite well. It was more broken down when it first appeared on the news when she pitched her idea.

I'm glad she's doing well. You thought before hearing the door.

"Charlie!", your dad said with a wide smile, holding his arms open.

"Hey Dad.", your sister waved before getting glomped with a tight hug. "Uh..it's uh, good to see you too Dad.", she said before having to push him off to breathe.

Then she noticed you, saying your name in excitement.

"I would have done more if I knew you were coming to visit too!", she said and brought you into the hotel by your hand.

"No, you don't have to worry. I'm sure what you have is enough.", you reassured as you followed her in.

From the corner of your eye, you saw two demons right next to the door. On your right there was someone in red and turned your head to see a tall deer demon. Looking to your left, you saw a woman with long white hair and an X over her eye.

"Hello..", you waved with a shy smile.

.

Alastor glared down at the King as soon as the short man barged into the hotel.

How could that be more powerful than me? He thought as his eye twitched.

Then Charlie pushed her father off and excitedly greeted someone outside, grabbing their hand to bring them in.

His eyes widened at the smaller version of Lilith.

"Hello..", they waved shyly at everyone in the room.

And then the little cat that the Princess had walked over to greet the two.

"Kiki!", the two blondes kneeled down to pet the one-eyed feline.

After walking around, Lucifer commented on the bar, so Alastor teleported closer before speaking up.

"Just some of the renovations we had done!", he pointed at the bar with his microphone staff. "Adds a bit of color! Don't you think?", he said before facing the King.

He teleported even closer to the Kind and introduced himself after the monarch questioned who he was, shaking the apple cane instead of the King's hand.

As soon as the deer demon let go, he wiped his hand on his coat.

"You are much shorter in real life.", he said pinching his fingers a bit, emphasizing how small the blonde man was.

"Who is this? Who is this?", Lucifer asked and turned to his daughter once seeing her walk over. "Is this the bellhop?", he asked her.

"Aha! No!", Alastor said before fixing his bow. "I am the host of the hotel! You might of heard of me from my radio broadcasts."

"Hm. Nope!", the King pretended to think before dusting off his sleeve. "Maybe it's why Charlie calls it the HAZBIN hotel! Ah ha ha!", he nudges his daughter with his elbow.

"Ha ha ha!", the deer tilts his head at every short laugh that left his mouth before looking at his claws with a knowing smile. "It was actually my idea."

"Ah haha! Well it's not very clever!", the blonde replied leaning forward a bit.

"Ah ha!", the Radio demon laughed loudly before leaning down to meet the King's gaze. "Fuck you.", he said very clearly, static only in the background.

"OK!", Charlie pushed the two away. "Ok! Anyway!", she said as the two looked away from each other. "Dad!", she turned to her father.

While the two were occupied, he saw the small Lilith looking Morningstar talking with the others, wearing a bright smile as they laughed.

He focused back on the conversation when the Princess said his name.

"We wouldn't have been able to pretty it up this much.", she said and the two blondes turned to face him.

"Charlie has a very unique vision!", he said with his usual smile as he walked over. "I am happy to fulfil her bizarre requests!", he places a hand on Charlie's shoulder.

"Thank you Alastor.", the blonde smiled, feeling happy.

He noticed the way Lucifer hated it, and calmly smiled.

"Quite an impressive young lady.", he said and tilted the Princess's head up a bit with his hand before moving his claws back to himself. "We're all very proud of her.", he says and places an arm around her shoulder, pushing her a little close.

Having enough, the King cleared his throat.

"Charlie! Dear.", he said before pushing between the two, getting them separated. "Why don't you introduce me to your OTHER friends!", he pointed towards the group with his end of his staff.

"Oh! Yes, of course!", Charlie said and began introducing Vaggie to her father.

Then someone got his attention with a tap on his arm.

Snapping his head towards the person, he saw the Lilith look alike move their hand back.

"Oh, I apologize. I called out to you but got no response.", they said with a bit of a frown. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"Upset?", he questioned, still wearing his smile.

"Yes, you furrowed your brows a bit when I tapped you.", the small blonde gestured with their finger.

How observant..

"No, I am not upset at all!", he gave a quick closed eyed smile. "And your name is..?"

"Oh, I'm-"

And then they were interrupted when the chandelier fell.

This was supposed to be a oneshot but then I remembered how detailed this would have to be.

~Seline, the person.

Part 1

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A Wedding After All  | Tommy Shelby 

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Pregnant!Reader 

Request: No.  

Warnings: Alludes to cheating [I do not condone cheating]. Pregnancy. Past childhood sweethearts. Brief mention of war. One f*ck.

Word Count: 2,103

Tommy Shelby Masterlist | Main Masterlist

"Is Tommy in his office, Polly?" Y/N asks as she approaches the woman who has always treated her like a daughter. Her cheeks are flushed after walking as fast as she could to the Shelby Company's headquarters. She's come straight from the doctor's office. 

Polly cast a worried glance towards the younger woman. "You alright, Love?" 

"I need to talk to Tommy," she says, her gaze darting towards Tommy's office. "It's important that I speak with him." 

"He ought to return at any moment. I'm sure you can tell me whatever you need to tell him," Polly remarks as she sees Y/N beginning to pace back and forth in front of her. 

"Sorry, but I can't. I won't say anything until I've spoken with Tommy." Y/N is unable to calm herself as nauseous feeling settles in her stomach. 

The Shelby family's Matriarch felt unsure how to handle the current situation she finds herself in. If something bothered her, Y/N would always tell her. She never went to Tommy first with anything since their relationship ended years ago.  

Polly knew the woman Y/N's father married a month after his wife died, and it came as no surprise how viciously she treated the teenage girl, from spreading rumours to physically beating her, while her good for nothing father did nothing to stop his new wife. 

Polly immediately scoured the entire town of Small Heath for Y/N and welcomed her into her home once she learned that she was kicked to the streets when she was fifteen. 

It wasn't long before Polly introduced her to her brother's family. When she met the Shelby siblings, they forged an immediate bond. Ada, the only girl, took to her the most, relieved to have another girl to talk to. The two women are still as thick as thieves to this day. They have a sisterly relationship that not even Tommy could disrupt. 

From the moment they met there was an obvious immediate attraction between Y/N and Tommy.  It didn't take long for their friendship to grow into a romantic love. Their romance was a whirlwind of passion, excitement and love. The two of them only had eyes for each other. Everyone knew she was Tommy's girl, and no one dared to touch her. Even though Tommy had little in common with his father, the Shelby name came with a not-so-great reputation.  

Tommy and Y/N weren't hesitant to call each other out on their foolishness, their confrontations occasionally attracting unwelcome attention. But they never went to bed angry with each other, which sometimes resulted in restless nights spent talking and making up. He had been her first love. 

However, their romance eventually ended when Y/N travelled to London shortly after turning 21 to pursue becoming a nurse. Tommy wanted to promise that he'd wait for her to return to Birmingham because he knew she was the one who he was supposed to marry and spend the rest of his life with. She urged him not to make any promises to her, fearing that their parting would only cause more heartbreak. But Tommy never gave up on her, writing almost every day to persuade her that everything would work out between them. They both held hope that it would until the letters eventually became less frequent as they both became busy with their lives.   

The war broke out two years into her training, and she and many other nurses were deployed to France to care for their countries' wounded. There, she was reunited with her former love. In the midst of tending to the soldier's wounds, their love for one another was rekindled. 

But as the days passed, Tommy's once beautiful vibrant blue eyes turned dull, emotionless, and void as they witnessed people die in the most horrific ways. When the war was over and they were sent home, they went their separate ways once more. 

It wasn't until six months ago that Y/N returned Birmingham. She'd been assigned to work in Small Heath's hospital. She preferred working at this hospital to the one she previously worked at in London. It moved at a slightly slower pace which she enjoyed.  

She reconnected with Polly and the brothers once she had settled back in and called Ada at least three times a week to keep her updated now that she was living in London with her son. Despite Ada's displeasure at Y/N wanting to return to Birmingham, the younger of the two women supported her decision knowing that their hometown was where Y/N belonged. 

Y/N had missed Polly and the brothers and was overjoyed to have them back in her life, as well as to be back in theirs. 

She enjoyed being back in Small Heath, even if her heart was crushed by her own past decisions. She assumed she was over Tommy, that all they'd ever be is friends, and that all her old sentiments for him had vanished. Tommy was her first and only love, so learning that he was now engaged saddened her. Polly attempted to convince her that Tommy never stopped loving her and that this marriage was a waste of time and money once he realises, he's making a mistake.  

But all Y/N saw was the way Tommy's soon-to-be bride looked at him, the way her eyes lit up when he walked into the room, the way he makes her smile. It was the same way she would look at him. The only difference was he never looked at her the same way he looked at Y/N. He never looked at anyone the way he was before the war. Y/N didn't know if Tommy loved his fiancée, but he was marrying her and that was enough for Y/N to know that her and Tommy will never be more than friends again.  

Y/N didn't want to get in the way of their relationship, so she kept her distance from Tommy. Which had been working until one night nine weeks ago. 

Polly pulls out a cigarette, places it between her lips, and lights it while she continues to watch Y/N pacing the room. She takes in the younger woman's form, seeing the small curvature of her belly as her hands rest over her stomach as if protecting it. 

Then it dawns on her.  

Leaving her cigarette in the ashtray, she moves towards Y/N and stops her from pacing a hole into the floor. Y/N seems surprised as Polly reaches out and gropes her breasts, feeling them for a few seconds before letting go. 

"You're with child," she exclaims, not bothering to hide the smile on her face. She is not a fool. This baby can only belong to one man, and it would be the push the former lovers need to come back together. Tommy, after all, would never abandon the woman who is carrying his child, especially when it's the woman he's been hopelessly in love with since he was sixteen 

"Fuck me," Y/N murmurs more to herself since she should have known Polly would notice. Nothing can ever get past the Romani woman. "Please don't say anything until I've spoken with Tommy." 

"My lips are sealed," she assures as she places her hand to Y/N's belly.  "Is she Tommy's then?" 

"She?" Y/N raises an eyebrow in response. She wasn't going to bother responding to Polly question since she already knew the answer. 

"Did you forget who you are talking to?" Polly beams, eliciting a smile from Y/N, who appears to be more at ease. "She'll be beautiful, Y/N, and you'll love her more than you've ever loved anyone, even Thomas. There is no deeper love than that between a mother and her daughter." 

They both have a saddened expression on their faces as they recall who they've lost. Y/N lost her mother, and Polly lost her daughter, but they found what they were looking for in each other. Polly always believed that her daughter and Y/N's mother brought them together knowing that they needed one other. 

"You understand that she'll call you nan, right?"  Y/N says, making Polly smile this time. 

"Of course she is," Polly says, hugging her adopted daughter. She lets go of her, looking over her shoulder as someone walks into the office. 

Y/N becomes tense once more. She doesn't have to turn around to find out who it is since she can always feel Tommy's presence before she sees him. She turns around with a timid smile, the nauseous feeling in her stomach intensifying as she swallows the lump in her throat. 

"Y/N," he says a little taken aback to see her. 

"Good afternoon, Thomas," she says formally, trying not to seem too anxious. Since the night they spent together nine weeks ago, the two have barely spoken. Polly simply stands between them, smiling. "Do you have a moment? I need to speak with you." 

"I do," he replies and leads her into his office hearing the urgency in her voice. 

He glances worriedly at Y/N after closing the door. "Is everything okay?" 

"I saw the doctor this morning."  

As he gets closer to her, he grows increasingly worried. "Are you ill?" 

"What I have does cause sickness." She claims unable to look at him. The amount of thinking she did on her walk to the office did not help her at all. 

"What do you have?" He tilts her head so she can look at him. He notices tears welling up in her eyes. 

She takes a deep breath in and out, gathering all her courage to tell him as h er tears begin to fall. "I'm pregnant, Tommy." 

The Peaky Blinder remains calm as thoughts start running through his head. His eyes never leave hers. Y/N searches his eyes trying to find a hint of what he could be feeling or thinking. 

"You are the only one I've been with, Tommy. The baby is yours and I know you are to be married so if you want, I will leave. I'll go back to London and raise her by myself. I just thought since you're the father, you have the right to know and decide what you want to do," She rambles. Removing Tommy's hands off her face, she steps back from him, her arms going around her stomach, bracing herself for his rejection.  

"Or," Tommy finally speaks. "Or, you can stay here, I can marry you and we can finally be a family." 

"Tommy, you're engaged to someone else," She looks at him as though he's delusional, not believing what she's hearing. 

"Not a single day goes by where I don't think about you and what it would be like if we stayed together," he admits. "Because of that, I ended my engagement. I can't marry someone else when the only woman I'll ever love is standing right there in front of me." 

"Tommy, I-"  

"We are going to get married, we are going to have this baby and we are going to be a family," he steps towards her cupping her face again. This thumbs brush away her fallen tears. "I have never stopped loving you," he whispers before kissing her. 

"I love you too, Tommy," she replies when the kiss is broken and Tommy pulls away from her. She watches him go over to his desk, pull something out of the draw and walk back over to her. In his hand is a red velvet ring box. He opens it revealing the gold ring with three red ruby stones surrounded by diamonds. She gasps recognizing his mother's engagement ring. "Your mother's ring." 

"I've been saving it for you," he tells her. "You're the only one I want to wear it. Will you do me the honour in becoming my wife?" 

She nods her head, as the tears start to fall harder. Tommy smiles a rare smile, one that was only reserved for her, and slides the ring onto her finger before he kisses her deeply wrapping his arms around her waist as her arms go around his shoulders. 

"Well it's about bloody time," Arthur's gruff voice comes from the doorway causing the reunited couple to part. 

Y/N's cheeks flush red. Tommy can't contain the smile on his face. "Brother, there's going to be a wedding after all." 

"Who's getting married?" John asks missing what Arthur just walked in on. The younger of the three takes in the scene before him, seeing Y/N and Tommy wrapped up in each other. "You two are getting married?" he then asks, looking confused. 

"We're getting more than that," Tommy smiles lovingly at the woman who stole his heart when they were sixteen. 

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This Week in BL - People of Earth we have VERSE rep in 2 Thai BLs! Amazeballs!

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

March 2024 Wk 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Deep Night (Thurs iQiyi) ep 2 of 8 (10?) - Everyone seems to be a bit of a player and I’m not mad about it. It’s nice to see high-grade flirting, and I really love how very gay the leads feel. Not BL gay. Actual gay. We shall see how it goes, I suspect we are in "messy gay" territory in which case, I predict utter carnage and that this show will drop ranks precipitously for me. But right now? Of all the Thai BLs airing, I'm enjoying this the most. How bizarre. 

I like the side couple (thrupple?) too, despite the prat fall kiss and possible cheating. They very pretty:

To Be Continued (Thai C3 Thailand grey) ep 4 of 8 - oh dear NO honeychild, face masks are gross tasting!

Rule no 966 of the BL world. He’s never asleep. 

Argh Achi wants Ji so bad. Nice mutual kiss tho, despite Ji's baggage. I guess Ji knew what would happen if Achi stayed? But why is he so scared? Just deeply closeted? The backstory is very high school achy and I feel like it explained Achi but not Ji. And the crying in the movie was lovely, so we totally understand Achi's but Ji is just messed up and confused? I admit to being a bit confused too. Why is Ji the one so angry?

On a totally different aside, I really like how the set dressing is done in Ji’s apartment. It looks lived in and not staged. Super rare in Thai BL. I'm reminded of Ai & Pond's dorm room in Love By Chance, which actually looked like a real college dorm.

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 7 of 12 - Why is it always the pulps that actually trot out the best communication, conversation, consent, and healthy relationships? Yes I'm still wincing over the truly bad acting but I’m enjoying their good relationship. The sex scene was sweet and tender, although the likelihood of rose petals getting stuck places wigs me out. (Flower petals + lube = terrible combination. Just FYI.)

ALL PRAISE VERSE REP! And a bottom who owns it! Yay! 

1000 Years Old ep 5 of 12 - How ridiculously colorful and flirty they all are. There is nothing at all vampire about this show. I’m a bit bored by the restaurant plot but I'm tuning in for the bonkers approach to goth. How dare they be so cheerful with my precious emo youth, but also, how very Thai pulp of them.  

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Unknown (Taiwan Tues Youku YouTube) ep 4 of 11 - oh it’s SO GOOD. Reading the yaoi and crying. COME ON TAIWAN HAVE MERCY. The red wrapping of the hands (red thread, yes yes we get it). The boy who doesn’t want to box for so many reasons. Not the least of which is how unpleasant it is to spar with a lover. 

This is easily the best BL currently airing and it is going to hurt us. But I don't care. I love it.

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) eps 8 of 10 - This show is dangerously cute and I’m scared for everyone involved, including me.

Love is Better the Second Time Around AKA Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto (Japan Gaga) ep 2 of 6 - Poor baby thrown in all willynilly amongst a pack of queeny bitchy gay intellectuals. I'd be lost too. It's the worse kind of fight, one you have to philosophize your way out of.

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 10fin - They are extremely adorable and it was a very good ending - mature, adult, and bittersweet. I liked it a lot. But I didn’t love it the way I wanted to.

The promise of this show, younger cook courts older divorced office worker, should have been my catnip. I mean if someone pitched this to me in an elevator I would have downloaded it by the second storey. Unfortunately, it did not exactly fulfill that promise, not in the way I'd hoped. Did I still enjoy the ride, yes, but I feel just a little let down. 8/10 

My Strawberry Film (Japan Thurs Gaga) eps 5 of 8 - Honestly now I’m just shipping the two girls getting together. Frankly, I really don't like this show, and normally I'd DNF but there's only a few eps left and nothing else is airing rn.

It's done, ready to binge, maybe I'll finally get to it this weekend

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps

The Servant and the Young Master (Vietnam YouTube)

Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - A Burmese BL? @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will watch eventually.

It's airing but...

Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - it's finished now, I dropped it at ep 4. Should I bother?

Close Friend Season 3: Soju Bomb! (Thai ViuTV grey) 10 eps - I'm exhausted by this franchise and the variety pack style of BL. If there is a particularly good couple (or installment) I might watch it, but I'm letting others decide for me.

A Secretly Love (Thai WeTV grey) 10 eps - I watched the first ep but grey is too much work for this inferior of a show. I may pick up and binge if it gets distribution but for now, it gets a DNF from me. KimCop might have held this crap together but Kim without Cop? No thank you.

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school, not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing for some reason.

Gossip

The choreo controversy - Deep Night vs OnlyOneOf. Look, like a musical rift, or a styling photoshoot, there are no new ideas in choreo, I feel like Madonna did this pose too, a long time ago. Certainly someone in the 80s. Or whatever. Anygay, it's an ironic thing to see a Thai BL being called out by a gay-branded Kpop group when both are exploiting eroticized homosexuality for commercial profit... just saying. (HOW DID WE GET HERE?) Not to mention that BOTH are ALSO exploiting the kink community. We live in interesting times, BLabies. In the end, it's a good publicity stunt all round. And I think Nine knows exactly what he's doing (and why he is doing it). Finally: Drama drama drama around coreo? That is V gay boys. Fun fun fun, carry on everyone.

Strike a pose.

You're being recorded for posterity.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting

3/21 Two Worlds (Thai IQIYI) 10 eps - One of those "he's dead Jim so time travel" thingames staring MaxNat. I'm over this concept but Asia flipping loves it and I do enjoy MaxNat. Phupha (Gun) and Khram (Nat) love each other but Phupha is murdered. Then Khram is pulled to a parallel world where, 12 years ago, Khram and Tai (Max) were in love. However, Khram was killed by Tai’s dad. Now Tai finds alter-Khram apparently alive. But then there is ALSO an alter-Phupha to deal with. (Phupha is played by Gun Thanawat who was Khom, the repressed butler bodyguard from Unforgotten Night. We like this, we scared of the love triangle aspect.)

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

Forgive me a moment of industry noodling?

Have ya noticed that it's slender pickings right now but it shouldn't be? This is not the mid summer slump nor end of year lull. We should be getting some heavy hitters on first quarter release. (Side eyes GMMTV. Perhaps those painful Japanese acquisitions were a bigger issue than any of us realized?)

Anygay, IMHO, Thailand's BL bubble has popped and sponsor money is drying up. This is my shocked face:

Look, the 2021-2023 level of release and growth (exponential) was never gonna be sustainable, so I'm not surprised. I suspect that in 2024 Thailand will actually produce fewer BLs than 2023 (73, 64 in 2022, and 40 in 2021).

I know I'm sticking my neck out predicting any film industry but... I have seen this kinda thing before and it just *feels* like shrinkage. Thai BL's load has been shot, my peeps. (Not to be crass or anything.)

Oh, don't worry you pretty head about it, it's not going away, just getting less prolific.

Don't we all in our old age?

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

My favorite trope, sniff him!

Queen. (both Deep Night)

King. (City of Stars)

Verse rep verse rep verse rep!!! Can you see me doing a little dance this side of the screen?

(Last weeks summation)

Streaming services are listed by how I'm (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are too much work.

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Your heart was beating at an incredibly fast rate. You were so excited to finally come home after such a long time. 

You were a maid in the castle, and abiding by the rules ,you were only allowed to visit your family once an year.

You were the primary breadwinner of the family with your father was too old to find work and your mother who had always been a housewife. And you were definitely not going to let your younger siblings go to work instead of school.

Since you sent all the money you earned to your parents, you couldn't afford a carriage and had to go travel by foot. 

You always sent all of your earnings to your parents.The castle provided food and clothing and to you ,that was enough to live by .Your family needed it more than you did anyways.

Which is why you couldn't afford any carriage ride for the journey and hence ,had to travel by foot.

It was a long and tiresome journey , but seeing your parent's faces at the doorstep made it all worth it.

Everyone in the house treated you like royalty. Your sister gave you a  massage and your younger brother was sitting in your lap feeding you grapes. Meanwhile your mom was in the kitchen preparing a feast while your dad had gone outside to buy your favourite cake. 

You wished you could stop time and spend a few more days here but sadly, you were only allowed to leave the palace for two days and one night, meaning you had to leave as soon as the morning came. 

Everyone was sitting in the living room, listening to you talk about your daily life in the palace.

Your stories were all about Prince Jungkook, the youngest prince of the royal family. 

The prince was a spoiled brat when you first came to work at the palace. It was as if a five year old was inside the body of a twenty two year old.However with time, he became more polite and mature. 

He befriended you as you were the only one closest to his age in the palace and grew fond of you very quickly.

He made you his personal maid, which you were very grateful for because that position meant an increase in your income. 

You were in the midst of telling your family about one of Jungkook's pranks on his elder brothers, when loud knocks were heard on the door. The person outside seemed to be very impatient. 

Your father opened the door and you recognized one of the palace guards bursting into your house and frantically looking over the room before spotting you. 

"Maiden Y/N! Please come quickly! The king has requested for your presence. Prince Jungkook is incredibly angry and won't calm down until you are there!" 

You quickly got onto one of the palace horses after saying quick goodbyes and apologies to your family and got to the palace quicker than when you came home. 

You rushed into the throne room where the king, the queen and all of the palace staff were watching Prince Jungkook in horror. 

The young prince had damaged the walls, the chairs,tables,decoration pieces, ornaments; you name it. The exquisite room was turned upside down. Currently the young prince was smashing all the vases present with his sword. You were surprised at that sight. You had never seen the young prince like this before.

The king spotted you and sighed in relief as he shouted to calm his son down. "Jungkook! Maiden Y/N is here" 

He stopped destroying the vases , but the look of anger and frustration was still visible in his eyes. He huffed before striding over to you, holding you by the arms with a strong grip,throwing his sword to the side. 

"Where the hell were you?! Why did you leave me? Do you know how worried I was? Do you know what they fed me! These maids and guards can't do anything right! You are supposed to do my things, not others!" He yelled loudly.

You were so frightened that tears started coming out of your eyes. 

" Your Majesty, I went back home. I'm allowed to go home once a year so I-"

You couldn't even finish because you were so afraid and scared at his sudden outburst. 

" Alright, because this is the first time, I'll let you go. But you are not allowed to leave the palace grounds now"

Tears welled up in your eyes. Why can you not meet your family even once a year?

"Guards! Go to her house and kill the family members." 

"NO!" You shouted in agony. 

You got on your knees. "Please your majesty, spare them it was not their fault. If you kill my family, for whom will I work? Please, please kill me instead. It was my mistake. I'm really sorry. Please spare them." You cried and cried. 

Jungkook's eyes widened as he realised.

You would quit if your family is no longer here.

You would leave then.

Leave him.

He couldn't let you go. 

Ever.

" Yes, you are right.It is your fault, maiden. Henceforth you should receive the  punishment, not your family"

He grabbed your hands and pulled you into his room. 

You dropped at your knees before the man. "I beg your forgiveness, your Highness. And I'm very grateful to you for sparing my family. I accept any punishment your Highness gives me. " 

He pulled you up. "Your punishment is that you shall be my wife and birth our children." He says with a creepy smile on his face. 

He forcefully inserts a ring down your ring finger. 

"There. I will inform father of our engagement and we will be wed within the week." 

"Your Highness, this is outrageous! No one will accept me as your-" 

"They will. They have to. Or I will make them." He interrupted you. 

You were uneducated, but not stupid. And you knew what he meant behind those words. 

He would kill anyone who gets in his way. 

His serious face was replaced with a cute smile.It almost felt as if the old Prince Jungkook had returned. 

"Now let's retire to bed. I can't wait to make love to my fiance." He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him, and you tried hard to not resist his touch because of the fear of him hurting your family  was instilled in you. 

The entire night was spent with you screaming and wailing in pain, begging for him to stop as he forced himself onto you.

And when the morning came, you had accepted your fate. 

You were trapped with this monster forever. 

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By Your Side

C.Jongho x fem!reader

Synopsis: As ateez's 9th member, jongho makes it his job to look after you always.

Warnings: reader gets hurt, bad language, injury

Happy late birthday jongho!!!

Currently, you were on the final day of shooting for the 'Dont Stop' music video. Everyone had filmed their chunks of the video except for you and mingi. You two had a scene of being thrown out of a car.

"Now then. This has to be done very carefully ok? Renea are you OK to step in?" The director turned to his assistant to help film the scene. She just hummed, glaring slightly. For some reason, you got the feeling she really didn't like you. But, pushing that aside, she was good at her job and helped where possible. Jongho was completely preoccupied. His arm was loosely around your waist, hand messing with your skirt. Since seeing your outfit for the shoot, he'd been glued to you. Wearing a ripped black jumper, it hung off your shoulder and was tucked into a short pleated skirt. With mismatched length socks, one to your thigh one to your knee, you also wore boots. He thought, no he knew you looked stunning. So much so he didn't realise he was subconsciously stopping anyone from going near you. The director called you and mingi over, jongho still unconsciously following.

"Now then. Don't actually push them. You're just there for them to act off of, ok? Mingi will go first." He explained to which she just nodded and cilmbed into the car with mingi. Everyone stood to the side, watching as they did a few takes. Mingi made it look really easy, falling effortlessly every time.

"I'm nervous." You whispered, turning to look at the taller male. Jongho smiled, kissing your head softly.

"We're all here, I'm right here. OK?" You nod quickly, reluctantly leaving his side once mingi was finished. Jongho watched as you climbed into the car and started talking to renea.

"They don't get on very well." Hongjoong commented, seeing your uncomfortable expression as the assistant spoke.

"No, they don't. I wonder why?" Seonghwa folded his arms, pouting in wonder. From the side, wooyoung giggled slightly.

"I think renea has a crush on jongho." The boys all looked at the second youngest. Most of them understanding. Jongho furrowed his brows.

"She does?"

"Yeah, she's got you as her wallpaper. I think she doesn't like (y/n) because you're so close." San observed, wrapping an arm around Woo.

"She can't handle that (y/n) is your favourite." Yeosang walked over, standing beside yunho. Rolling his eyes, jongho glanced over to you and hummed.

"Well she'll either have to get over it or leave. Because it's never going to change." The boys all smiled at their younger friend, admiring his deep connection to you. Of course you were their youngest, and they all looked over you. But you were Jonghos number one. When the music began, everyone looked over to the car. Hongjoong frowned, stepping forward and squinting to see better through the dimmed windshield.

"Is she - is she yelling at her?" It was only then the boys realised renea looked angry and could hear her raised voice. But by then, it was too late. They watched in shock as she very forcefully pushed you out of the car. You landed against the rubble with a harsh thud, curling in on yourself immediately. Hongjoong went full angry captain, storming over to the director.

"The fuck was that?" He spat to the equally shocked man. He stuttered incoherently, but Jongho wasn't paying attention to that. The minute your body hit the floor, he felt his heart drop and blood go cold. Without a second thought he was at your side. Hooking his hands under your arms, he pulled you up into his lap. Instinctively, you tucked your face into his neck and Jongho could tell you were crying. The car was quite a step off the ground and, judging by how hard you fell, he knew you'd be hurt.

"Hey, can you look at me sweets?" Gently, he cupped your cheek, bringing you to look at him. He felt instant anger at the sight of your tears, the cut on your cheek and just the hurt in your eyes. Bringing you back into his embrace, he held you protectively for a few minutes.

"Can you stand?" When you nod, jongho helped you to your feet before turning to Yeosang. Coming over, jongho urged you to the other man before making a beeline for renea.

"Why did you do that?" She just looked at him bored.

"Oh I didnt do anything. She's just being dramatic." She scoffed, having the nerve to even smile. Jonghos eye twitched, hands gripping at his coat as to not do something stupid. Seeing this, Hongjoong walked over with the manager.

"Are you so jealous that you had to throw her out onto a dirt road?" He almost laughed, if

it wasn't for the rage. Huffing , renea let out a laugh.

"As if I'd be jealous of that thing. Plus it was just my job. I dont know how you care so much. She's nothing special." Losing it, jongho launched for the assistant, only to be pulled back by the director and hongjoong.

"It wasn't your job to hurt the artist. Follow me." Your manager took her away swiftly, leaving the others to calm down the youngest male. Yeosang rubbed your back as mingi looked over your wounds with a scowel.

"We'll get you fixed up, ok?" He reassured but you just sniffled, looking past the tall man to Jongho. Exchanging a knowing look, Yeosang and mingi turned.

"Oi! Jongho!"

"Get over here!" Startled, jonho escaped the men holding him and came back. He carefully took you from Yeosang into his own arms. Both of you physically relaxed at the contact, his fingers running through your hair.

"Come on. We're done here." Hongjoong announced, leading everyone out.

Back at the dorms, no one commented as jongho took you into his room. They understood. You sat on his bed, looking down at your lap as the male grabbed some supplies. Sitting beside you, jongho lifted your legs onto his lap and frowned. Both knees were bleeding, grazes and bruises littered along your skin. He couldn't stand to see you hurt at all.

"This might sting." You pressed your head against his shoulder as the disinfectant made contact with your broken skin. Biting your lip to suppress any noises of pain, a stray tear rolled down your cheek.

"What did she say? When she was yelling at you?" He asked, wiping over your knee with care. You sniffed, wiping your face and most likely smudging your makeup. But you didn't care.

"She just, she said I was a whore. That I'm embarrassing to see." Hearing this, jongho clenched his jaw and nod slowly.

"Why did she say that?"

"Because I'm always with you. Because I'm obsessed in her eyes..." After finishing on your knee, he turned to you with a stoned face expression.

"She's jealous. You know that right?" When you just looked confused, jongho smiled and pulled out a wipe. He took it to your face to gently remove your make up.

"She wants to be you. Wants to be in your position." His voice was kind, hand moving softly along your skin.

"She likes you." You mumbled, jealousy written all over your face.

"Yeah? Well you're the only one who can have me." Making eyecontact, you blushed heavily, letting his words sink in.

"You mean?"

"Was I not obvious enough?" He chuckled, stroking your cheek tentivley. Leaning into his touch, you smiled up at him. His eyes wondered over your face, taking in every detail. Putting a hand on his neck, you drew him forward and placed your lips against his. Although initially shocked, jongho kissed back instantly. His fingers laced through your hair, pulling you flush against him. In that second, you both forgot the situation that lead you to this point. When you parted, his thumb ran across your cheek lovingly, a redness painting your face.

"I really wouldn't mind if you were obsessed with me." He smiled almost shyly, causing you to laugh quietly. Cupping his face tenderly, you kissed across his face sweetly. From his forehead to his cheek to his chin. Letting your lips linger on his, jongho felt his face wash over with red.

"I just might be." Immediately, he simpered, kissing you once again. You smiled against his lips, arms hanging over his shoulders.

Reluctantly, jongho got up, clearing his stuff away before helping you change into some comfy clothes. You crawled under the covers of his bed and waited patiently for him to also change. It didn't take long until he was climbing in beside you. He wasted no time in pulling you into his chest, allowing you to wrap yourself around him comfortably.

"Hongjoong texted. They fired renea. Which is great. But imagine her reaction to seeing us together." He smiled proudly, fingers running up and down your arm soothingly.

"I imagine she'd do worse than push me." After saying that, jonghos grip tightened.

"I'd probably kill her." He said without emotion causing you to giggle. You loved the protective side of him. Tucking your head under his chin, you sighed in content and closed your eyes.

"I think we're getting take out later." His voice was quiet, knowing you were resting.

"Noodles. Spicy." Jongho smiled at your sleepy response, lips pressing to your temple. For now, he'd hold you whilst you slept. He'd savour the feeling of knowing you were finally his.

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Fast Changes - Part 5 Azriel x Reader

Plot: You are Feyre’s younger twin and get sent into the Cauldron with your sisters coming out as high fae. What happens on this journey

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 🌶️

Warnings: SMUT, wingplay, fingering, sex

After accepting the bond, Azriel had taken Y/N back to his room, she asked to stay with him that night. She for the first time in months didn't feel alone.

She was only to blame for that feeling, where she had distanced herself from everyone but the Shadowsinger, but in that mind of her's it was the only way to keep the silence.

"Are you alright" he asks, she'd been in the bathroom for a concerning amount of time and he was starting to worry if she was regretting her actions from earlier. He didn't deserve this amazing female that was sat on the bed next to him.

"Yes, I'm just not sure what to wear. As your mate I expect you want me to look pleasant in bed, so im debating what to wear" she answers. He genuinly cant beleive her, this of all things is what was stressing her out.

"Sweetheart you wear what you feel comfotable in. I will always want to ravish you, morning noon, and night. In anything you wear that wont change my feeling for you" he smiles, she exists in his shirt, a black one that swamped her smaller frame.

"Come, lets go to sleep" he gestures for her to get into bed with him, he was currently laying on his back under the covers, with the side she was supposed to sleep on pulled up to let her in.

She slowly climbed in next to him, she was in a sat position noticing his wings were across where she was supposed to sleep. She went to reach out to help him move it so she didn't crush it.

"Don't touch them just yet, they are very sensitive and so freshly after the mate bond I don't know how I'll react. I don't want to push you" he offers still holding her wrist.

"Erm, how am i meant to sleep? I don't want to hurt you" she mutters looking for him to his wing.

"They are strong, you wont hurt them, i want to curl them around you. Think of it as my way of making sure your all safe while we sleep" he smiles at her, he grabs bother her upper arms, pulling her down to lean back on him.

She lays down, culring herself into his side as his left wing wraps around her and pulls her closer into him. She breathed in his sent falling into a deep slumber immedleity.

Only a few hours later, while it was still dark did she wake up, drenched in her own sweat, her heart beating furiously. Her breathing was laboured thinking of what she had just seen in the nightmare that plagued her mind.

Azriel was up in an instant rubbing across her back comfortingly.

"What happened?" he asked softly.

"I saw myself be taken by Beron, the High Lord in the Autumn Court, and he made me help him hurt the brothers" she gasped out remembering the burnt ginger hair on the older fae's head.

"Which brothers?" Azriel asked.

"Eris, the one Mor fears and Lucien my sisters mate. He wanted me to make them angry and hurt each other. And then Hellion found me and claimed i was a child of Day. He took me and i was bound to his court and i never saw you again" she cried into him, hugging him tightly as if someone was about to take her away from him.

"It's okay, my love. Look at me" he says, he sits up leaning over the top of her, twirling her hair placing delicate kisses all over the light and delicate face below him.

"I wont let anyone take you. You were born on the winter solstice, just like your sister. The longest night of the year? And you think you belong to the day court? What utter nonsense" he laugh, looking over her. She leans up to place a kiss on his lips. He kisses back, his hand coming up to rest one on her neck and the other on her cheek.

"Would i be more secure here if you claimed me?" She asks.

"I don't claim you love, the mate bond makes us equals" he smiles, and you lean up kissing him.

"I want you to make me yours, in every respect Azriel. This is my choice and if you want me, i want all of you too" she smiles

“Are you sure, I know what you experienced with Hybern and I -“ he starts but is cut off by her finger pressing down onto his luscious pink lips.

“What Hybern did to me, I did to protect my sisters, my family. I regret none of it, as much as I hated it and felt disgusted with myself everyday I remembered that I was doing it for Elain, for Nesta. This is what I want Azriel. I want to prove to you, how much I love you” she explains to him.

“You could never touch me in that way for our entire history and i still know you’d walk the mountains for me because just your eyes and your touch shows me how much you truly care. You are a gem in this world and I don’t intend on ever sharing you or leaving you to anyone else. We are equals” he says pulling her in and placing his forehead against hers, pulling on that bond.

“You are in control tonight, you tell me what you want, okay love? I won’t do anything unless you tell me” He admits, and as her breath hitches he finally smells a smell that he’s been waiting since he accepted the food from you at dinner.

“You smell Devine” he says nipping towards her neck, dragging a long sniff his bridged nose trailing up across her jaw to where her lips are. She leans up pulling them into a kiss, her hands start to fumble around with his sleeping pants. They were a loose waist band unlike the tight Illyrian leathers she normally saw him in.

Her hand swept under the waistband and into his undershorts almost too easily. Her hand grasped round his weighty length, a small startled gasp coming from the both of them.

Azriel hadn’t expected his mate to be so forward, he could tell from the hunger in her eyes she would be his absolute undoing, but in these moments he didn’t care. The feeling of her hand grasping tightly around his cock was too good.

Obviously the male had been with other women, and yes he had managed to find pleasure out of it, but this… oh was this so very different. He was already on the verge of release at her mere touch with the amount of hold and affect she had on him.

Her hand slowly starts to run up and down the length, her thumb occasionally rubbing over the tip and slit at the end before running back down along the prominent vain that was there.

“F-fuck” he moans his head dipping down struggling to hold his weight up above her.

“You can touch me too Az” she breaths, she takes her hand out and a whine escapes him as the band snaps down against his lower v-line.

“Tell me where I can” he grunts pulling off his pants leaving him bear. He watches as she pulls his black top that she had borrowed up over her head, leaving her only in her underwear. Small panties cover what he could only describe as his next five course meal from the finest restaurant along the Sidra.

“You can maybe start here” she says taking his hands and placing them over her large bear breasts that he had wanted to lay his head between on many occasions, and it had almost been painful to see them and no stuff him gave between the gap they had that was her cleavage.

“And then run them down to here” she says making his hands trail down her body, her head lifted back slightly revelling in the feeling of his scarred skin run perfectly across hers.

“And finally they can end up, right here” she all but whispers with a slight gasp as she cups his hand over her slight mound. He takes this as a good sign and through the fabric of her panties he could feel that she was already soaking.

“Your already so wet for me hunny” he groans, pushing the fabric to the side before circling around her most sensitive area. He used his thumb in expert motion making her hips starts to do what he thought was cute little thrusts forward.

He eventually took pity on the sounds and begging look she gave him for me and entered two fingers into her. She helped him, settle them into her more by practically sitting on them.

“Darling your going to have to just lean back a little, I don’t want to break my hand” he chuckles, starting a more fluid movement when she leant back. In this position she had perfect access to his member.

“Your so pretty and so perfect my love”

She took it into her small hand rubbing up and down like she had before and his hips stutter to help her.

“You know how to make a man cave at his knees” he grunts.

“Only you Azriel” she gasps.

They stated to revel in each others pleasure, they could both feel themselves nearing but it wasn’t until Y/N mistakingly moved her free hand, which in her defence was aimed to come up to his neck and into his hair brushed along the inner bit of his wing was he whimpering and moaning her name with a gasp before without any control released onto her hand, thighs and stomach.

“Gnhhh fuck”

He don’t think he’d ever come that, hard quickly or that much before. Even through his shock he kept up his pace with his fingers bringing his mate to her own release. It was an eye opening experience watching her hands lay back palm up on the pillows neck to her head, which was also twisting from side to side in so much pleasure it was almost painful.

And don’t get Azriel started on her voice or face as she reached her high. He believed that it would be ingrained in his memory until his last breath.

“Okay, now it’s all up to you love” he says flipping them over so that she was on top, she was currently straddling over his waist. His already hard cock pressing against her stomach.

She potions herself so that he was helping him line up with her entrance. He helped her sink down, as as they bottomed out into her, they both let out a sigh. The bond was going wild, as if you finally connected those last two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle and it fits so perfectly that it completes the image.

“Azriel” she groans as she tries to lift herself up but fails immediately, he was massive his wing span definitely accounting for other things…. So it was taking her a while to get used to the full feeling.

“Your so warm, I just want to stay like this with you for a little while” so they did, and the hug she enveloped him in, pulling him in impossibly deeper had him groaning and trying to slam himself up into her.

He was now content with the hug, her hands were currently in his hair playing with it, but they slowly started to reach down, to his shoulder baldes. She started to massage out the large notes forming in the tight Illyrian’s shoulders until she went down to where his wings met the bone in his back and he shuddered, the largest and almost embarrassed moan comes from him as she ran her hand from there along the expanse, a wet warmth filling her up inside.

“Azriel did you just” she starts but he groans knowing exactly what happened.

“I - it just felt so good” he nuzzled into her chest, starting to suck on one of her nipples making her push her check may up closer to him.

She kept playing with the interior of his wings preening them here and there, taking of small little skin grafts and rubbing away any discolouration. All of this made him hard again in less than a minute. He started to move up against his mate, helping her with the movements his hands having a strong grip on her hips helping her move up and down.

“Your perfect. I don’t deserve you or you love” he says as she starts to kiss over every accessible bit of his body to her lips which was mainly just his face. But she didn’t leave one part of that pretty face of his untouched. Her hands ran up and down his arms, feeling the strong muscles ripple across in waves making her feel so safe and loved.

Azriel felt so lucky to be feeling this amount of connection and love from someone, it was overwhelming to the point tears started to come from his eyes.

“Gods knows where I’d be I’d I hadn’t found you, your the reason I kept fighting so hard, and while I will continue too, for you, everything I do is for you, my love, my mate, my sun, and my stars and my moon”he groans, at this point he was doing all the work slamming himself up into her in a steady rhythm that had her leaning her full chest onto him, letting him take her.

“Azriel” she squeals as he quickens his pace and she feels that coil tighten in her stomach.

“I’m so close baby, you have to wait for me” he moans, she reaches to the dip in his back between his wings lightly pushing down making him surge forward and release into her for the second time tonight. He release follows shortly after, leaning against him.

“Let’s just stay like this for a while” he yawns pulling her down with him as he fully lays down, she lays on top of him, cock still inside her as he wraps his wings around her comfortingly.

“Azriel, I - I love you”

“I’ve loved you since I saw you up in the tree, back at your estate” he grins placing a kiss on her forehead, her sleepy eyes looking up to him.

“But, I was human”

“I could still tell, there was something that drew me and my shadows to you. That’s why I came out to find you” he says, his words slowed and he was about to fall asleep just as he heard her mumble out something.

“What I thought we’re fast changes that I couldn’t keep up with really became my forever and always” she says kissing his chest before falling into a slumber of her own.

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A/N:

Finally some smut for you lovely lot, I love writing and I’m actually writing both a romance novel and a romantasy myself right now which I hope to publish at some point!

What did you think of this chapter! Does the series need some other parts or do you think this is a good end to my first Azriel series? I Intend to make a longer one soon, but uni struggles are real!

Lemme know if you want a part 6!

#acotar #acomaf #acotar fanfiction #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel’s mate #rhysand #feyre cursebreaker #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #acosf #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #nesta archeron #acotar smut #smut #acomaf smut

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An Innocent Mistake 4

The winner of the poll was "MC snaps at a demon who teases Luke too much", so here we have part 4!

Next part will be "Fall asleep on Lucifer's paperwork" which came second in the poll.

Should I make another poll so you guys can pick out your favourites?

"You do love getting yourself in trouble like this, don't you, MC?" Simeon simpered, stumbling across the dragon occupying the human's usual seat in Devildom History class.

They had managed to open their textbook and were currently trying to figure out how to hold a quill with their tail, ink smudged on the corner of their mouth.

"Woah! So Solomon wasn't kidding!" Luke exclaimed, delighted at the adorableness of the little dragon that's now his desk mate. "You look so cute like this!"

MC chirped, stretching out their wings with a friendly swish of the tail. It was hard to express themselves without talking, but everyone seems to have gotten the idea so far.

"Lucifer asked if we could look after you today, since Mammon got himself detention again." Said Simeon. "That's alright with you, I hope?"

MC nodded, purring gratefully as Luke took the quill and dipped it for them, allowing them to write what needed writing.

The younger angel continued to help them get their notes under control through class, and come lunch time, MC made themselves at home on Luke's shoulders.

"I have to go and find Solomon before he gets any ideas about actually making dinner tonight. Will you two be okay on your own?" Simeon's smile didn't faulter as he spoke, despite his slight concern.

He thought he'd given up on worrying about MC, the human version is as dangerous as any demon as far as he's concerned, but in this form, he's not so sure.

"We're not kids you know?" Luke pouted, his cheeks flushed with happiness, probably giddy for having MC on his shoulder so happily. "We'll be in the cafeteria. Come on MC, better hurry before Beel eats everything."

The dragon yipped, ruffling their wings to settle them more comfortably against their back.

Luke started for the cafeteria, his shorter legs made his gait harder to balance on, but MC managed, curling their tail in his clothes to keep themselves steady, just in case.

"Oh! I brought something for Beel to try today, forgot it in the classroom. Do you mind if we go back?"

MC chirped, spreading their wings to fly in front of him, hoping he'd get their meaning.

The angel frowned, but then his eyes lit up. "Hey! You can fly really well. You want to go get it for me?"

The dragon nodded, hovering in place was getting easier after all the practise they got in the demon lord's castle.

"Okay! I'll wait here, there's a yellow bag next to my books, I think I left it on my desk."

With a cheerful cry, the dragon swept forward, weaving between demons seamlessly back to the classroom.

It couldn't have taken them more than five minutes, but apparently that's all it takes for a Wrath demon to get a bad idea.

MC had the small bag of cookies trapped between their teeth, balancing carefully back toward where they left Luke, when they heard the angel yell out.

"Leave me ALONE, foul demon!"

Oh no.

MC beat their wings harder, gaining height until they saw the massive, gangly demon looming over Luke, their smile twisted and mocking.

"What's the matter, little angel? Don't like being alone?"

Luke's cheeks are flushed, with rage or fear, they can't tell, and his hands are up and at his sides as if he could wilfully push the demon away. "I'm waiting for someone, you better leave me alone or you'll be sorry!"

"Waiting for who? The little human that's turned into the tiny lizard? I could eat that for breakfast, pact or no pact."

Luke huffed, ready to start yelling, when suddenly...

A growl to rival Beel's stomach, snapped the demon's attention elsewhere, just in time for a blur of scales and colour to smack him in the face, a mess of teeth and claws and angry roars.

The bag of cookies landed squarely in Luke's hands, unharmed, as MC tore into the demon's face until Luke almost felt sorry for him. They didn't back off until the demon fell over, scooting away on his backside, away from the furious dragon now poised to strike on the floor, tail swishing from side to side, hackles raised to show off blood-stained razor sharp teeth.

The demon bolted, almost bumping into Belphie who came hurriedly around the corner, having heard the noise. Everyone else had swiftly cleared out.

"Luke! MC..? What the-?!"

"Wah! MC saved meeee!"

MC's posture eased, purring sweetly at the angel as they cast a spell to clean themselves off.

Luke dropped to his knees and immediately scooped them up into his arms, squeezing them tightly to his chest.

"You're the best! The best friend ever!"

Belphie scatched his cheek, silently slipping his DDD out of his pocket to snap a picture and send it to Simeon. They'd deal with the pesky demon later, or rather, Lucifer would. For now he gets to enjoy the cuteness fest that is a tiny dragon purring in the angel's lap.

What no one would notice until they compared pictures, was that this tiny dragon...had gotten bigger.

Part 5

@rustybucketofghosts (since you asked so nicely :)

#obey me x mc #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me belphegor #an innocent mistake #obey me fluff

[sawyer-is-not-my-name]

Requested: Nico di Angelo x Son of Nyx reader

Request: Nico do Angelo x Son of Nyx

Stepping out from the shadows, and into camp half-blood was always odd for you. Sometimes you felt that you didn't really fit in, the looks some campers gave you shadow traveled didn't dissipate that feeling either. The younger campers were usually afraid of you too until you started creating stars above their heads which brought a smile to their face, as it followed them around for a bit.

You understood to some extent why people didn't think you belonged here, a lot of them were of Olympian descent, your mother, however, had been one of the first goddesses. Maybe they were right to some degree, you couldn't help but feel they might be. But the one thing that still kept you tied to this camp was Nico di Angelo, your best friend.

He was a lot like you in many ways. He could shadow travel, and people often gave him weird looks as if he didn't belong there. Maybe that's why you felt so connected to him, you both felt cast out here.

Speaking of Nico, he was currently trying to sneak up on you. Shadows bending around him as he did, if it wasn't for your senses noticing the abnormality he would've been able to. But alas you noticed him, turning around and making the shadows dissipate around him, you smiled at him. "Nice try Neeks." He smiled bashfully at you, after being caught.

You both made your way further into camp while catching the other up on what had happened since you last saw each other. While walking his hand brushed against yours causing your cheeks to flush a bit, it was an odd feeling that hadn't happened before. Why was he all of the sudden having this effect on you?

As you both passed, the tall raven-haired Percy Jackson, seeing the way Nico looked at him almost lit rage in you. You couldn't explain why this was happening. This hadn't ever happened before, so why were you feeling like this now. It put you in a bad mood how it made you feel, why were you jealous of the boy you knew Nico had previously liked.

You muttered a 'see you later' to Nico, as you booked it to your cabin. Crashing on your bunk as you thought through it. You'd never even liked anyone before, so why Nico, why now? So many different thoughts played through your mind, you couldn't get it to slow down.

No one else elicited these feelings in you, not Percy Jackson, not Jason Grace, not Will Solace, not Annabeth Chase, or Piper McLean. No one else had ever even managed to gain your attention like that. So why Nico? Why now?

You were interrupted from your thoughts when your sibling Callisto came into the cabin. "You doing alright?" Something about the question and the obvious nature of the fact that you were not alright, made you angry. You couldn't even control the fact you were mad. Mad at yourself and your stupid feelings for Nico. You stormed out of the cabin, letting your shoulder knock into there's as you left. "I'll take that as a 'no'" you practically growled as he said that, your anger not doing anyone any favors.

The rest of the week was spent with you mad at everyone and hiding in the shadows. Refusing to come out, no matter how much someone looked for you. You didn't understand why you had to have feelings for him, or why any of it was just happening now. It didn't make sense. Nor did your anger, it seemed misplaced. But that's usually how it was.

----

You were sitting in a tree away from most campers, and out of sight. Bending the shadows to keep you hidden. If it wasn't for Nico generating energy to try and shadow travel to you he wouldn't have even known you were here. "Y/n? You here? I just want to talk, you haven't talked to me at all this week. I just wanna know if you're okay. I miss you." His voice was distraught and shaky. You could tell he was upset, and it made you feel bad for hiding away from him. The fact your hiding had upset him, made your anger dissipate into guilt, the shadows surrounding you leaving with the anger.

"I'm sorry," you said rather quietly but enough for him to hear. You made your way down from the tree, standing in front of the raven-haired boy. "What're you sorry for, I'm not mad at you" he replied before pulling you into a hug, you could barely register what he said as your brain seemed to go dumb. The feelings you had for him made an appearance as your cheeks flamed with heat. "I- I'm sorry for hiding away from you." He looked at you a little surprised, "why were you hiding from me?" He seemed a little upset at your admittance.

You scratched the back of your head while trying to come up with an answer that didn't out your crush on him. But couldn't find one. "This isn't because I tried to hold your hand last week, right? Gods, you're straight, aren't you? I'm sorry, gods, I'm so sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Your eyes widened in shock, he liked you? Why did he like you? "You like me, why?" It was odd, you weren't used to these feelings, and now the chance of them being returned was so odd.

"I don't know why, I just do. You're always there, you understand me." Your cheeks seemed to flame, "I like you too, that's why I was hiding. I'm not used to feeling like this, I've never... I don't know at first it made me mad, but then again doesn't everything." He cut off your rambling gently pressing his lips to yours. When he did that, the emotion you felt created stars above you both, you didn't mean to make them it just seemed to happen. Nico pulled away grinning up at the stars that appeared underneath the tree you were under.

"Stop smirking." He snickered shaking his head, "sure thing Starboy" you groaned at the nickname. "Don't call me that." Nico laughed lightly "too late."

#male reader insert #gay #pjo x male reader #pjo hoo toa #pjo #x male reader #riordanverse #fanfic #male reader #nico di angelo x m reader #nico di angelo x reader #nico di angelo x m!reader #nico di angelo #nico di angelo x male reader

[lara-cairncross]

Hi! As a disabled person I adore that you have the same approach as me when it comes to fictional disabilities, in that magic bullshit shouldn’t just “cure all”. That’s not how disabilities work and it’s not narratively satisfying.

I adore your fairy Donnie’s wing brace, it’s so cool! I would love to know more about the prototypes for that or maybe a time in which his lack of mobility was a problem?

100% agree, and I'm glad to hear your opinion on it :DD I was disabled when I was younger, and that trope always frustrated me to no end lmao. Secret of the Wings is one of the most notable times I can remember being genuinely angry about it-- like, I know I kinda talked about this already, but the fucking???? Tinker Fairy????? DIDN'T GET TO INVENT/BUILD HERSELF A NEW MEANS OF FLIGHT???? WHO'S (un)CREATIVE DECISION WAS THAT OH MY GOD

I'm definitely gonna try and go more in-depth into Donnie's struggles with mobility/flightlessness when he was younger! It's just a matter of working it into the narrative currently :D Same with the different designs for his wing brace! I've been doing a bit of research into how cosplayers make mechanical wings for their cosplays as inspiration for how Donnie could put his wing brace together, but it's proving more difficult than I expected to come up with a good design. Hopefully I'll be able to give everyone more satisfying information about that in the future!

#fairy au #rottmnt fairy au

[oh-my-damn]

There's something about his facial expressions, his gestures, in his eyes that reflects a kind of sadness, fatigue or even sadness. But - and please don't take this the wrong way - it doesn't necessarily have to do with her. Maybe - and I say maybe - this love is real, maybe it is not.

As for Alba: I don't want to defend anyone who is racist or makes fun of minorities. Absolutely not. I'm just trying to be neutral. She's a young thing and maybe has the wrong friends. We all have or had friends like that at one time or another and we all did things in our 20s that I'm sure were wrong.

But what is fact is that he can't please anyone right now. If he posts his "happiness" it will be torn apart, if he takes some time off it will be torn apart, if an interview of him appears it will be torn apart - everything he says, doesn't say, does or doesn't do will be put on the gold scale and that does something to people. Let's assume that Chris is the sensitive guy we think he is.... His "fans" are currently cyberbullying of the worst kind and it hurts my soul - for him as a human being! He is not stupid and gets the certainly everything somehow with.

What I want to say is: If Chris really loves this woman, then it surely has its reason and then it surely hits him deep in the core when his wife and his love for her are torn apart so much. We don't have to like her - he does.

If it's all just PR after all, then that's his decision too. Right or not.

But I don't think it gives anyone in this world the right to trample so much on one (or two) people as is currently the case.

Hopefully we all know from the many suicides of celebrities how quickly a human soul can be overwhelmed. I ask everyone who reads this, but the next comment or the next post to think about what it might do with the people around it.

How often have others disagreed with your decisions and how would you have felt?

You reap what you sow. If you want pity then don't present yourself as a political activist who cares about minorities and racial/gender issues only for you to go back and marry someone with a clearly racist and even anti-semitic past and ties. Are you forgetting that these people are still actively in her life? And have even stayed at Chris' house, AKA with Chris? Chris is friends with them too. He let them into his house, knowing their history. She describes one of them as her fucking "soulmate". I am certain they were at the wedding. This isn't "the past". This is the present, and no matter how you guys will excuse it with "it was years ago" no it fucking wasn't. They just stopped putting it on the internet for the world to see. Don't you fucking get that? People like that don't change, and if they do, it takes a lot of work and acknowledgement. We have seen NONE of that.

This ask is bullshit. Stop trying to push the blame onto people reacting to this despicable shit that's happening right now. None of this would be happening if he hadn't "fallen in love" with someone who is a fucking racist? Or who is 16 years younger than him?

Him refusing to work on himself and going to therapy at 42 YEARS OF AGE is not my fucking problem. It is not my fault.

I can react how I see fit because I am outraged and disgraced that someone I supported would turn around and do this. It feels misleading, it feels like I dove in head first into supporting this man BASED ON WHAT HE PRESENTED TO THE WORLD and giving him my time and money only for him to pull back the curtain and yell "SIKE!"

Now I just feel ashamed for doing that shit. I hate the fucking Cap shield hanging above my TV now because none of it seems genuine or pure or lovely anymore.

It's all gross and tainted and disgusting and laced with shit I want nowhere near me.

We have every right to be angry.

What he does is up to him, but he put himself in this situation. He chose that person and he chose that person over and over again, pushing it out into the world KNOWING how people felt about it.

He's made his bed and it's time to fucking lie in it.

#mandy answers #chris evans

[jardin-de-limaginaire]

Heyy How you doing? I wanted to make a request for Mischa Bachinski × reader where reader is like this popular but not mean kind of girl in town. Like everyone loves her and she's in every club she can and has good grades in school (which can be a problem for ocean), her friends'parents absolutely love her, etc. And like mischa and her don't talk to much, so he thinks she doesn't even remember his name. (Kind of like the song Gold Rush by taylor swift now that I think abt it? Idk).

The point is ofc she likes him, but she thinks he doesn't like her bc of his angry persona and all of that stuff (also what would people say if they saw her hanging out with someone with such a bad raputation?)

And when they finally clear things up and become friends they end completely falling in love w each other and have to tell each other at some point.

I feel like this is way too long and specific, so don't worry if it bores you or smth, ily :))

Hello! I'm currently very busy with school, but I'll still try writing oneshots at any opportunity I have! And don't worry, I love writing very long and detailed works, and I find it easier when the request is longer because I know what I need to write.

(P.S. In this fanfic, (Y/N) has two moms, which will be referred to as mama and mom, cuz I just felt like it.) (Also, they will appear in the next request too, so be prepared to see them again)

Also, sorry for not writing in a few weeks, I've been going through a long depressive episode lately, but now I've got the motivation to write again

(TW: None!)

Word count: 1,364 words

Beauty and the beast (Mischa Bachinski x Popular!fem!reader fluff)

(𝓨/𝓝)'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

"The most loved girl in town" has been a Title that I've worn like a badge for most of my life. Ever since I was younger, I knew three things:

"Be friendly to others because you don't know what they're going through, be smart so that you can one day help others live a better life, and last but not least, be happy for making others happy"

At least, that's what my parents always told me, and I obeyed them. These rules have been actually helpful for me. Thanks to them, I am now known by everyone in town as being "The most loved girl in town", thanks to my personality.

I always help others when in need, and thanks to that, I've made a lot of friends. Yes, some of them have been fake to me, but I still have forgiven them.

I am also one of the best students in school. I've never got any grade below 79%, and I am also in every club in St. Cassian high school, including the school choir.

Speaking about the school choir, I am friends with a lot of people, even with my rival, Ocean. We don't hate each other, but we are indeed rivals in every class. After we get the scores on one of our tests, the one who has the lower grade needs to buy Taco Bell from my friend, Noel, and pay with the "loser"'s money.

Even if I have a lot of friends in school, I am not friends with one boy, who's name is Mischa Bachinski. To be honest, I would like to be friends with him, but I don't think he would want to be friends with me, a goodie two shoes.

I should probably try to become friends with him. Everyone has a good soul. There's no such thing as bad people. Mischa is just misunderstood, that's the problem, and I would like to try to break him out of his shell formed of anger.

The next morning, after I woke up, I decided to make a little bracelet for Mischa, since I want to start a friendship with him, and there's no better way than to make a friendship bracelet.

I spent a few minutes making the bracelet, which also included his name, and I felt very proud of myself, yet I was still kind of scared that he might reject my friendship bracelet.

After I was done making it, I put it on my wrist, and then took my backpack, and went downstairs to eat together with my moms.

As I was walking downstairs, I observed the decoration around the house. There were seventeen pictures of me, going from up to down. The first picture was a picture of myself when I was one, and the seventeenth one was of me in the present. I'm not exaggerating one bit when I tell you that my moms are very proud of me. They always brag with pride about how smart I am to everyone they meet. Most parents even beg me to be friends with their kids, so that they can learn to be "better". Of course, I befriended their kids, but I never tried to change them. Everyone is perfect in their own way.

"Goodmorning, (Y/N)! How was your sleep?" Asked my mama. I looked at her and I smiled, as my other mom was making breakfast for us.

"It was wonderful!" I said as my mom gave me an omelet.

"Well, we're glad that you slept well!" Mom said as she sat next to mama and me.

I began eating as if there were no tomorrow, and then got off my seat and waved at my moms.

"Wait, (Y/N)!" Mama said as she walked to me, and pulled my sleeve up, to show the bracelet that I was planning to give to Mischa.

"Young lady. Who is this "Mischa"?" She asked as she smirked. I blushed a little.

"Oh, he's a boy in choir, and I want to become friends with him, so I made him this bracelet," I said, and both mama and mom smiled at each other.

"That's good, honey! Hope we can meet him one day!" Said mom, as both she and mama waved at me.

I waved back and then headed off to school.

I have gotten to the choir and looked around for Mischa. he was indeed here, but he was sitting on his phone.

I walked up to him.

"Hello, Mischa!" I waved at him. He looked at me surprised.

"Wait, you remembered my name?" He asked. I nodded. "What do you want from me?"

"Well, I would like to become friends with you, only if you don't mind!" I said, and I took the bracelet off my wrist and showed it to him.

he looked in awe at the bracelet and extended his hand to take it. He took it so gently, it was as if he never got any gifts from anyone.

"Wow..." He said, and then looked at me. "You really had time to make a gift...for me?"

I nodded. He looked even more in astonishment at the bracelet. He looked like he wanted to cry, but he hid it behind the facade of someone with a "cool guy" persona. "Thank you, druh!" He smiled at me.

"Sorry if I seem rude, but what does "druh" mean?" I asked with a confused smile. He started chuckling. "Druh means friend in ukrainian." He said, still looking at the bracelet.

"Wait, you see me as a friend?" I asked once again. He smiled again.

"Of course! No one here ever gave me a gift, and you are the only one who gave me something even if we don't know each other very well."

He explained. My eyes sparkled. Then he added with a slight blush, "Thanks." I smiled brightly at him, and we continued chatting until class started. I just know that this will start a beautiful friendship.

I'll never forget the day when I befriended Mischa. Since then, we've been like two peas in a pod, rarely separated. Even though I've only been friends with Mischa for a few weeks, I consider him one of my closest friends.

After school, Mischa waited for me outside, and we decided to walk home together. He held my arm, and it felt so nice…but also weird. It was like a tingle running through my body, and my heart started beating fast.

We talked more and more, while slowly getting closer and closer to each other. I could feel a lump form in my throat. Why was I reacting like this? Maybe it's because I had never felt this before. Was this normal? Or was I overreacting? I couldn't tell. Our arms were touching, which was weird. I didn't like being touched by strangers, and Mischa was definitely not the type of person whom I would willingly touch. However, I enjoyed holding hands with Mischa. We arrived at Mischa's house. "See you at school, (Y/N)" Mischa said with a saddened expression as he wanted to enter his house. I stopped him, which made him look back at me "Hey, Mischa," I began, "I actually wanted to ask you something…" "Yeah?" He replied, sounding slightly nervous. "I…I…really like you! I blurted out. His face changed completely, and he looked shocked. He looked at me for a moment. "Why?" He asked. "Well, I guess I don't know! I just found out today that I have a crush on you, and then I couldn't stop thinking about you!" Misha began laughing. "Well, (Y/N), I like you too." He said, smiling. "Really?!?" I asked as I wasn't sure if I heard correctly. But then, it happened: he hugged me. A hug from Mischa Bachinski. "Yes, (Y/N), I really like you too." He said as he broke the hug. We stared into each other's eyes and smiled shyly. This relationship will truly begin like any cheesy romantic comedy.

𝑅𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 >> 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 (𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈)

#Randommoonchild #reader insert #ride the cyclone #ride the cyclone x reader #mischa x reader #mischa bachinski x reader #mischa bachinski #mischa rtc #ride the cyclone mischa #ride the cyclone musical #rtc x reader #rtc musical #rtc

[deusexmachinawitch]

★. Welcome to my Universe

Satella ✦ 25+ ✦ Cancer ☼ ✦ Europe ✦ She/They ✦ Bisexual ✦ INTJ ✦ Asian European ✦ Neurodivergent ✦ Spoonie

Likes: Anime & Anime ✦ Videogames ✦ Self-care ✦ Anything purple or pink ✦ Animals ✦ Books ✦ Chocolate ✦ Spirituality content ✦ Esoterism ✦ Digital Art ✦ Aromatherapy ✦ Gardening ✦ Anything that smells like lavender, vanilla or both combined

Dislikes: Coffee ✦ Tobacco ✦ Cockroaches ✦ Mess/Germs ✦ Rude people who claim they sarcastic ✦ Closed minded people ✦ Limiting beliefs or people who push their limiting beliefs on others ✦ Victim mentality ✦ Abusers ✦ Pranksters (Not everyone has your "humor") ✦ Entitlement ✦ People who undermine others

This is my personal blog to share my journey with manifestation, law of assumption and witchcraft.

I mostly reblog to not lose good resources but I'll be sharing my LoAss path with you all.

I really hope I can give back to this wonderful community someday.

Asks ☆ Open

DMs ☆ Open

• Please tag your trigger warnings.

• Do NOT trauma dump.

• I don't mind giving advice about LoAss but I'm not a therapist.

• Do not harass.

• Everyone's LoA journey and techniques are different, please respect everyone's views as long they are not hateful or harmful.

Main Techniques:

Scripting, Revision, Affirmations, SATS, Lullaby Method, Alter Ego effect, Subliminals, Breathwork with Visualization, Mental Diet.

Currently trying to manifest:

• SP (Reconciliation, Living Together, Commitment to Marriage)

• Successful career (Artist, Youtuber, Streamer, Expanding my current career to be highly respected and getting my way with things)

• Rich Mother and her getting remarried to the man of her dreams

• Home of my dreams

• Healthy pets

• Desired appearance (Weight loss, thin legs, v-shaped face, glass skin, firm bust and non-noticeable eye bags)

• Being spoiled (skin and beauty products, new clothes, any electronic device I want, merchandise, etc)

• Privileged Life (Princess treatment, Nepobaby, etc...)

• Better Health.

• Desired skills (Speak the languages I want like a native, ballet dancing, telepathy, etc).

• Magical Notebook that Manifests everything that is written in it

My Rules/Affirmations:

WIP

Friends/Blogs I enjoy:

@starbursts777 ✦ @midnightbish ✦ @blushydior ✦ @fleurlx ✦ @lotusmi ✦ @nonbinarydeity ✦ @qinraijin ✦ @charmedreincarnation ✦ @miracledarling ✦ @pearlygrace ✦ @iamthat-iam ✦ @magic-irl ✦ @angeltearsxoxo

My Law of Assumption Posts:

☆ You are a Deus Ex Machina

☆ The Monarch Butterfly

☆ 【何となく, なんくるないさ • nantonaku, nankurunaisa】 - Somehow, You Will Become It

☆ Manifestation and Mental Health

My success stories:

☆ How I revised my abusive mother into becoming a caring mother

☆ Angry roommate calming down and behaving nicely + Manifesting all of my close friends in one place even though they didn't know each other

☆ Desired appearance + Free Trip + Sudden Gifts + Making my SP jealous because I got everyone's attention on me instead of him/me having an extreme glow up during my time off while he looked rough + Invitation to an exclusive gaming party

☆ Manifesting McDonalds chicken nuggets as a manifesting exercise and ending up with 25 McDonalds chicken nuggets out of the blue lol

☆ Ridiculous cheap/free beauty products + perfect notebook for Law of Assumption + Mom buying me a pink tarot deck

☆ Roommates cleaning the whole house because I affirmed I was going to have a chill day while waiting for a game release + Having a full active Splatoon 3 team

☆ Insane luck in an anime gacha game, getting all playable characters' SR cards in just 3 days from the game opening service

☆ My Mom buying me a fancy pink tarot deck and 3 oracle decks our of the blue + My Mom suddenly buying me two other oracle decks randomly while the package with the other card decks are still on the way

☆ A Trip to Paris (Note: Trip currently postponed due to the Paris riots)

☆ Reconciling with my younger brother after 3 years of NC because he disrespected me (he apologized)

☆ A mole on one of my breasts

Results from Challenges:

☆ 3DOLC + ROE + 12 hr Movement Challenge (Birthday Edition 2023) 

Witchcraft skills:

Cartomancy, Spell Work, Kitchen Magic, Crystals, Dream Interpretation, Pendulum.

Tarot Decks:

Dark Forest Pink Vintage Tarot (Soon)

Currently NOT doing readings or other type of spell work.

#about me #law of assumption #witchcraft #manifestation #loa tumblr #loassumption #manifesting #loablr #loassblog

[formula1fanfiction]

Oscar Piastri / Carlos Sainz

Title: I'm not sorry at all

Pairing: Oscar Piastri / Carlos Sainz

Characters: Oscar Piastri, Carlos Sainz

Prompt: Oscar comes to Carlos' room to try and sort out the events of Spa but it ended at bed. Top Carlos- Bottom Oscar

rating: 18+

"You ruined my fucking race." Carlos screams at Oscar as soon as the Spaniard opens the door. Oscar rolls his eyes, he's not in the mood, he came here to talk this out. The McLaren car is on fire at the moment and the accident cost him a chance of big points, maybe even a podium. "It ruined mine as well Carlos."

"everyone knows you don't make that move on the inside line." Carlos snaps as he pushes Oscar back into his room. "There wasn't much more I could have done, i'm not sorry, it was just a racing incident."

Carlos takes a step forward and it's almost like slow motion, Carlos pushes his hands into the hair at the back of Oscar's head and kisses him with angry passion. Oscar whimpers, his knees going weak from the shock of it, he's not mad about it though, Oscar lets his mouth fall open, Carlos gets the hint instantly and sneaks his tongue inside while deepening the kiss.

They keep on kissing like that for a while, Oscar is confused at first Carlos was angry with him and now he's kissing him. Carlos breaks away from Oscar's lip and peppers little kisses along Oscar's jaw line, and down his neck, goose bumps prickle all over his skin. "How bad you want me Oscar?" Carlos smirks dangerously.

Oscar doesn't say it with words, instead he grips his fingers onto Carlos' stubbled jae and pulls him back up into a kiss. Carlos smirks into it and runs his hand down Oscar's body until he reaches his arse cheeks and gives them a firm squeeze. Oscar moans into it and accidently rubs his own cock against Carlos' he can feel how hard the Spaniard is.

"You are a dirty boy Oscar." Carlos growls and digs his finger tips into Oscar's sweat pants and roughly pulls them down along with his boxer shorts. Oscar gasps, Carlos wastes little time and wraps his hand around Oscar's already hard cock. "Off, take yours off." Oscar is already a moaning mess, he doesn't want to be the only one practically naked. Carlos drops his cock and removes his own red Ferrari sweats and his boxers. "Happy now Oscar?" Oscar looks Carlos up and down and smirks at him. "I am actually."

None of them move for a small moment, both men just stare at each other waiting for the other to make the move. They both clearly want this but who will be first to cross the line from work mates to fuck buddies?

It's Carlos who makes the first move, he walks over to his nightstand and takes a bottle of lube out of the door. Oscar's mouth falls open, he is speechless, Carlos keeps smirking at him. "So do you want to make it up to me or not?" No Oscar does not want to make it up to Carlos, he did nothing wrong! But this seems like a challenge, like Carlos wants him to him to back down, Oscar does not back down to challenges.

"Oh Carlos, I am not sorry. I am not sorry at all but if you want to fuck me, I am not going to say no" Oscar bites his lip, his heart is pounding out of his chest he's not sure where the confidence has come from but this feels amazing and exciting. 

Oscar is feeling very proud of himself as he arranges himself on all fours in the middle of the Carlos' bed. Carlos on the other hand as been stunned to silence and is currently coating his fingers with lube. The Aussie sucks in a breath feeling the bed dip behind him.

Carlos massages the area around Oscar's hole with tip of his finger, he lets the Aussie tense up in suspense the slides the first finger inside, pulling a loud squeak from the younger man. Carlos wastes little time and starts to thrust with the single finger, feeling Oscar open up easily around the first one, so he slides a second one to join the first. Carlos works his way up to three fingers.  Carlos is the one feeling a little devious now, he sinks deeper inside and rubs Oscar's prostate, the younger one moans in pure pleasure only for Carlos to remove his fingers completely.

Oscar grips on the sheets and tries to remain as calm as possible, his body is shaking with need and anticipation. Carlos digs his fingers into Oscar's hips and bumps the head of his condom covered cock against the wetness of his hole. Carlos rubs the head of his cock against him a few times, just to be tease then slowly starts to sink inside of him. Carlos is going slow and it feels more like torture than pleasure.

"You can fuck me Carlos, I'm not some blushing virgin." Oscar snaps, Carlos growls and pulls all the way out, only to slam back inside again, hard. "So it's hard you want it Oscar?" The Aussie nods, Carlos starts a rough deep pace, so hard that the headboard slams against the wall with every thrust into his body.

Carlos thrusts deeper and harder with every thrust, in search for the younger man's sweet spot. Oscar moans with every thrust into his body, he wants Carlos to know how much he's enjoying himself.   

Oscar has never been taken like this before, Lando always goes easy on him and he had done more topping than bottoming during his time in Formula two, but this is amazing"  

Carlos has finally found what he's looking for, Oscar arches his body high off the bed and moans loudly, he hits it one more time then avoids hitting it while still brutally slamming into Oscar.

"I need to come, Carlos please." Oscar moans and pushes back, pure waves of pleasure fill his body, he reaches down for his cock, only to have his hand roughly slapped away. "Carlos please, this is torture."

"Oh you want to come? That's cute." Carlos thrusts in, extra hard this time, pulling another embarrassing moan from Oscar. "Carlos please."

"You want to come? Then I think you owe me an apology." Carlos growls and starts to fuck Oscar with all his might. Oscar's head is spinning from the pure tortured pain. Carlos is a cunt, Oscar hates him. He should have seen this coming, what else can he do? "Please Carlos, i'm sorry for ruining your race."

Oscar can almost hear the smile on Carlos' face, finally fucking finally Carlos slams into his prostate, he barely gets the chance to enjoy the sensation before its slammed into again, it happens over and over again until finally it all becomes too much and Oscar comes all over the bed sheets in front of him.

"You've ruined my bed sheets." Carlos tuts, while continues to slam into Oscar's now limp body, he's close now he only manages a few more sloppy thrusts before he's spilling into the condom inside Oscar.

"I think you've ruined me." Oscar rolls over with a dopy smile on his face, Carlos is just staring at him with an unreadable facial expression. "It was good though, no?" Oscar smiles evilly.

"It was very good, but my apology was fake, i'm not sorry at all."  

#carlos sainz #oscar piastri #formula 1 #formula one #formula 1 fanfiction #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfiction #fanfic #mxm #fanfiction #mxm smut #smut

[yuurei-20]

GOJOHIME DRABBLE 5.0

Gojo loves Utahime He wants to woo her, spoil her and make her his. It was love at first anger(??) - he's not the one who's angry, it's her. No one in his life have been so weak, yet still fights back at him. It was amusing, then it attracts him. He can't get over on how expressive and transparent she is with him. He loves it, so he teases and teases until he saw her face turned red like a tomato. How cute! he thought.

"You have a crush on her!" His best friend slaps his back and slyly smiles at him. Gojo rebutes it with his usual, "She is weak, why should I like her?" remarks. A board eraser came flying and hits his head. It was Utahime. "Well, good to know we are on the same page." She sticks her tongue out and with a "Hmph!" she walks away. Gojo was stunned, he thought(again), UWAAA! How cute!! and coughs to regain his composure and hovers his hands to his mouth emphasize his yell, "HEY! I AIN'T WEAK LIKE YOU!!" A huge grin and a light blush dusts his cheeks, which didn't go unnoticed by Suguru. He chuckles at the scene before him. He wonders if his bestie will get over his teasing and woo her properly.

But unfortunately, Gojo doesn't. He will not do it even when he realizes it for decades, because if he does, he will risk her to danger. She'll be targeted, seen as his weakness, and use her to control him. He can't have her because he's the Strongest. He has to do whay a Strongest should do. He can't afford to be selfish enough because everyone depends on him. His students still needs his guidance and he can't afford to be distracted. The world comes first, the others come second, and she's last. It hurts him really, but he has to make this choice for the better future. So he continues to tease, even mock her at some point to drive her away from him. There are others who are better than him, she deserves someone unlike him - to not trouble her, to not hurt her, to not endager her.

This is for the good, he chants in his mind as he waits the meeting to finish, which went unnoticed to him. Hence, it surprises him when Utahime approached and asked him, "Gojo, the meeting was finished. Are you sleeping? Seriously, when will you start paying attention?! You're an adult now." She sighed, placed her hands (still holding the board she carries) on her hips and continous, "You okay? You've been quiet since the start and it's quite unusual."

"Nah~ I'm fine. Anyways, you've been glowing lately, Utahime! The beauty products must been effective then?"

"You think so? I guess that oil suits me more than that cream. I thought I wouldn't like it but it worked!"

"Probably because of your age, your old skin having preferences."

Utahime smashes the board she's holding and hit Gojo's Infinity. "Excuse me! You're not getting younger either! Why don't you act on your age!"

"Ughhhhhhh...I don't wanna be boring like youuu yada yada yada!"

"Gojo! You brat! RESPECT YOUR ELDERS!!"

And the two ran in the corridors and Yaga scolds them. Gojo whispers to her, "Whose acting like a brat now?" She grits her teeth in response, while he keeps laughing at their situation. Yep, this is better. Better than risking her life. The comfortability of their current relationship is much safer.

-- OCT. 31, 2018 - GOJO SATORU WAS SEALED IN THE PRISON REALM --

#gojohime #gouta #五歌 #late post 5.0

[moon-catto]

The Sorcerer and His Witch Wife

There's an ongoing rumors about Gojo Satoru and his young wife. What could it be?

Warning: just lots of fluff and it's a bit spicy (slightly suggestive content) here, so if you're not comfortable with that please avoid reading these. And also, watch out for the grammar mistakes tee-hee!

Of course, there will be a sketch here. I don't have time to finish it yet soooooo- i hope it'll be enough for now. Enjoy your reading~

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There's a rumor going on about the famous Gojo couple lately. It is said that the Gojo head clan is showing... Concerning change recently.

"She must be using some kind of spell on him..."

"Look at Young Master Satoru's face! He's completely intoxicated!"

"He looks so lovestruck, it's unbelievable..."

"So it's true?"

"That the young wife of the Gojo Satoru is actually a witch?"

"Why are they whispering ?" You whispered softly on his ears. Everyone's been staring at you both ever since the clan gathering ended. You're not uncomfortable at first, but their growing intense stare and loud whisper just created a frown on your face.

"Dunno." He brushed it off, he smiled when he stare at your face. His body leaned down to hold your hand. "Don't mind them."

"I don't mind but," you chuckled. "They called me a witch, Satoru."

"They call you a what?"

"A witch." You said it back again. Completely unaware of the change happening on his expression. "Isn't that funny? A witch married to a sorcerer—huh, wait... Is witch and sorcerer the same or different?" You mumbled to yourself, thinking about the needless question and missed how your husband turned his back —glaring at the crowds around him with a death sentence reflected in his blue orbs.

"Don't make me angry now." He says with a low tone but enough for everyone to hear it clearly. "Leave now if you want to live."

"Huh? What?" You gawked at him. "Are you mad at me?"

He immediately looks at you with a soft smile—devoid of the killer intent he had earlier. "No, of course not."

How can i be mad at you. He thought to himself.

"is that so... " You eyed him to find any strangeness in him. Excluding the panicking crowds that are starting to flee for their lives, you don't find anything off about him. So you continued. "What do you think about witch and sorcerer?"

"Why are you late giving me the report?" Gojo rubbed his temples in a gentle manner but the veins popping right and left on his hands said otherwise. "I could've go back home right now if you're not messing at the last minute." His patience is growing thin. It's showing on how sharp he glared at the staff who's currently and visibly shaking in front of him.

"S-s-sorry, Gojo-san... The printer run out of i-i-ink..."

"Do i allow you to talk?"

The poor staff shrieked. 'I should've listened to Ijichi-san earlier!' he cried internally as he remembered what Ijichi told him this noon.

'Just go somewhere else to print it even if it's on the other district, Gojo-san is really impatient lately. If you make him go home late even just by a minute,' Ijichi patted the younger staff's shoulder with an extremely grim expression on his sleep deprived face. 'You're done for.'

Dun dun dun!

Suddenly the young staff felt like he just received a death penalty.

"Waah! I don't wanna die young, please! I got a pregnant girlfriend at home!!"

"Well too bad," Gojo grinned devilishly. "I'm gonna make your life a living hell—"

Bzzzzt!

His phone buzzing and he instantly delayed the execution of the poor staff when he saw your name appeared on his post. "Oh!" He cheerfully greeted you like he wasn't just going to assault a young innocent human. "Hello, dear!"

"Ugh, what's with the pet name." He can imagine you shudder on the other side of the phone. "You're still outside, right?"

"Yeah, sorry for being late. I will teleport right to home!"

"No biggies," you said to him. "Actually, if you don't mind can you go to the convenience store and grab one bottle of oyster sauce? And oh, I just remember we ran out of eggs too."

"Eggs and oyster sauce, got it." He smiled. And the poor staff just baffled on the scene unfolding in front of him. Is he safe now? "Anything else?" He sweetly asked.

"I think that's all. Don't forget it, okay? Oyster sauce not soy sauce, don't mixed it up like last time!"

"Owkay! Roger that!" His grin became wider when he heard you laughed. A music to his ears, indeed.

"Okay, thank you. Don't rush yourself up. I'll wait for you at home. Bye bye."

"Bye bye!" He clicked his phone and he switched back to his berserk mode. "Now where was i?"

Eek! I'm still not safe!

"I'm sorry, Gojo-san! I won't repeat the same mistake, so please forgive me just this once!" He bowed so deep that his backbone is cracking on the sudden movement.

Gojo looks at him in slight confusion and a lot of disinterest. "'M not talking to you."

"E-eh?"

"What are you still doing here? Go home and stuff, i guess."

"Y-y-you're not going to kill me?" He asked in trembling voice.

"Nah, i got more important things to do. I need to buy soy sauce and eggs for my wife."

"... I-i-t's o-oyster sauce."

"Huh? Oh, right. Oyster sauce." Gojo grinned at him and the staff can feel his legs lost their willpower when the sorcerer patted his shoulder. "Thanks, kiddo. Guess you're not that bad either. Now shoo, don't make me change my mind."

He hurriedly thanked him and ran away.

Did he... Just got saved by oyster sauce and eggs?

"That so..." Gakuganji hummed for a bit. "We finally found Gojo Satoru's weakness, you say?"

"Yes! I believe the key to his weakness is..." Gakunganji sipped on the hot oolong tea in the glass he's currently holding while waiting for his henchmen words.

"... His wife!"

"COUGH!"

"kYaAk! PrInCiPAL GaKuGAnJi!"

(A/N: Lol i just hated his guts)

"I'm fine." The bald man wiped his mouth with a tissue. "You're saying we should kidnap his wife and make her as a hostage?"

"Yes! That way, we can control Gojo Satoru and make him do whatever you desire!"

"Hmmm..." The Kyoto Principal thought of it for a moment. The plan's simple and there's actually a good success rate—unlike their plan before...

"There's also a rumor about it," the other henchman—just call him fool B— added. "That his wife is actually a witch and used some kind of love spell on him, that's why he always being weird around her."

"A witch?" Gakuganji scoffed. "... Fine. I'll trust you both to this."

"Sir, Yes Sir!"

Satoru is having a bad feeling right now. After he bought the eggs and oyster sauce from the store—yes, he got it right this time— he can't shake off the weird feeling crawling inside his stomach.

"This is prolly nothing." He said but his action contradicted his words when he reached for his phone inside his pocket and fast dialed the number one in his contact.

His steps is slightly faster as he waited for his wife to pick up his call. Never been he's this restless when hearing the long dialing tone and almost crushed the phone in the process until you finally greeted him.

"Satoru? What's wrong?"

Oh, what a relief. He thought. His chest almost exploded because of the anxiety building inside him. "Nothing." He stopped to lean on the concrete wall beside him. "Nothing, really." He chuckled to shake off the remaining fear inside him but it doesn't work like it used to do. "... Just wanna hear your voice, wife."

"Hmm?" He can see the corner of your lips lifted and he mirrored the gesture. "You're kinda weird lately, husband."

"Mm-hmm, a lot of people actually say that too." He laughed because he couldn't contain his happiness when you called him husband. He found it really sweet and endearing from you. "I dunno what's weird about me."

"You are the literal definition of weird, Satoru."

"Hmph! You hurt my feelings!" He puffed his cheeks in annoyance even though you can't see him.

"Hehe," you giggled and God, did he want to jump off from a cliff right now because you just sound so heavenly and it just awaken something inside him. "Wife,"

"What now?"

"When i come home..." He threaded his words carefully, it makes you kinda nervous too because he usually doesn't hold back his words like this. It's fortunate that you're not here with him so you can't see how red his face is right now. "Can we... Umm, can we..."

"Yes?" You became impatient because of his sudden change of demeanor.

"... Can we do it ?"

Silence.

"...."

"W-wife?" He's bitting his bottom lips nervously— he can't see your expression and it's killing him. He can completely make you do what he wants, but he doesn't want that. He wants you to want him too, and when you do reciprocate his feelings it made his head spin with his adoration and love towards you. "If you don't want it, it's c-completely okay—" his words cutted off by a sound of rustling and muffled scream that he knows well belongs to you.

"Wife?"

"Got her! Now let's go back to Principal Gakuganji!"

There's a crack and he's back with an eerie silence.

His blood ran cold. "Fuck!" He cursed and he started to run like a mad man, jumping from roof to roof with his heart beating uncontrollably in his ribcage.

He won't let them get away, no. He will tore their limbs off and burned them into ashes!

He saw the penthouse from afar and decided to warp himself into the doorstep. He's out of breath despite his stamina isn't depleted in one bit, face pale like he's out of blood and his trembling hands make it hard for him to slide his penthouse key card to open the door.

When the door slightly beeps and open, he immediately pulled his blindfold because the hall is completely dark with pieces of glass from the broken lamp. "Fuckers." He mumbled underneath his now steady breath.

He stepped on the glass—uncaring about how loud he is right now, all he does care is the safety of his wife and the one who's responsible for this.

Principal Gakuganji... He replayed his name and cursed him with all of his heart. I will certainly make you pay for this.

He turned to the left where the living room is and—

"TAKE THIS, INTRUDER! HYAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

A red pan is flying towards him alongside with a scream similar to a warcry.

"What the fuck—" he instantly activated his infinity to prevent him from being hit.

Bonk!

Satoru scrambled to turn on the light after he kicked the pan somewhere in the living room just to be surprised when he saw the perpetrator.

"Ouch!" The culprit is currently sitting down on the floor while rubbing her forehead.

He gasped.

"WIFE!" He instantly kneeled in front of you and focused on a large bruise on your forehead. "God, I'm sorry! I-i-i didn't mean to!" He's soon peppering kisses on your face and felt his heart crushed when seeing the fat transparent glob of tears appearing on one of your eyes. "My baby! Please don't cry, o-okay? Uh, I'll just—"

He's searched the room and quickly take back the pan he just kicked. The pan already looks so pitiful with an ugly bump on one side—the result of his attack earlier.

"Here! You can hit me three times harder! I won't activate my infinity, so please don't cry—" he pleaded.

"Ahahaha!" You laughed, letting the tears ran down from your eyes—leaving him with the biggest confusion he ever felt. "Oh, Satoru!" You hugged him and he returned your hug still with visible confusion on his handsome face. " That was hilarious, i can't even pfft-" you laughed again.

"You okay, wife?" He whined, his hand hovered over your bruise—not daring to touch it because it looks quite painful.

"I'm fine," you put your hand on the bruise then concentrated on your cursed energy. And when you lifted your hand, the bruise is gone without a trace. It's one of your abilities, to use the reversed cursed technique to heal yourself and others. " See? No big deal."

"Still..." He pouted sadly.

"I said it's okay," you booped his nose and his lips quivered. "It's partly my fault too because i hit you out of nowhere. You alright?"

"Yeah," he remembered about the phone call and instantly holding both of your shoulders. "Where are they?"

"Who?"

"The one who attacked you earlier!"

"Oh, them." You stood and leave his embrace. "They're in the dining room." Your answer came out so casual, it made him so baffled.

This is the most confusing day ever. He can't help his thoughts.

"Oh, you're back Y/N-san!" Gojo immediately glared at the new strangers that occupied the seat in your wide dining table. They even had the audacity to eat your home cooked meals that is supposed to be his. "And, uh, g-g-good evening, Gojo-sama..."

The other fool, is gulping down his meal with a pale face. "E-excuse us for i-intruding..."

"Wife, what the fuck happened here." It's not a question but rather a command. The two strangers are shaking in their place because of the coldness in his voice.

"Watch your words," you shot him back with the same coldness and the room suddenly felt like there's a blizzard currently happened. "You're making them scared."

Gojo scoffed. "Scared? I'm going to make them feel worse than that."

"Eek!"

"Don't be so cold now." You're back on the stove where you're currently cooking a pot of short rib stew. You stretched him a hand. "Oyster sauce."

He, despite being so angry—complied to your words and gave you the sauce. "They're trying to hurt you, wife. Do you think i'm really going to let them out just like that?"

"That's true, they almost kidnapped me." Satoru gritted his teeth and one of the fool passed out because of the intense fear. The other one rushed to his side and trying to wake him up. "But they failed, right?" You pointed your finger towards them. "I gave them a good beatings too."

He glanced to them and found fresh new red bumps on their heads. Three on each head.

"Besides, they're still children. Almost the same age with Yuuji and Megumi." You tasted the stew and add a spoonful of oyster sauce inside the pot. "You don't want to hurt children, right?"

Gojo grumbled, totally unhappy with the situation he is in right now. He looked at the two said kids, shaking on the floor and looking at him with tearful—almost comedic eyes.

"We-we're regretting everything we h-had done..." One of them said.

"See? They even apologizing." You chuckled, pushing Satoru lightly so he sits on one of the chair.

"Wife..." He warned with anger evident in his eyes.

"Please?" You looked at him with a soft smile and big eyes. You knew very well he would simply melt if you do that. "For me?" Okay, that's the cherry on top for him.

"..... Hmmmmph." His frown is getting deeper as he keeps staring at the children. It's not like he's that cruel to kill them without any hesitation, they're probably being fooled by that grumpy higher-ups after all. He sighed in defeat. "You win."

"Yay!" The kids cheered and you laughed.

"That's my husband." You kissed his cheek to express your gratitude and he slyly used the chance to stole a kiss from you.

"GASP!"

"Close your eyes, this is not what you kids should see." He grinned teasingly.

"Pervert." You smacked his shoulder playfully and back to the stove to prepare his dinner.

"But you love me." He says.

"That, i sure do." You replied in a heartbeat resulting in his grin becomes wider.

The kids looked at Satoru and you.

There's a rumor ongoing about Gojo Satoru and his wife. That his wife is a witch and have Satoru completely under her love spell. How she can manipulate him into a mushy mess with just her smile.

And it seems that the rumors are true.

"Thank you for the meal!" The children bowed at you and Satoru with tummy's full of your delicious cooking and their wounds healed completely.

"Take care of yourselves, okay? Tell me if you're being threatened by the higher-ups." You gave them a gentle smile.

They looked at you like you are an actual goddess, Satoru doesn't object that.

"Yes! Thank you for your kindness!" They bowed once again before walking out from your warm and cozy home.

"Now that wasn't so bad, right?" You nudged Satoru and let him pulled you into his chest.

"...No." he admitted before kissed your head, then your neck.

"Kids are lovely," you continues and he hummed in your skin. "Satoru, you hear me?"

He pulled you back into the penthouse, kicking the door closed and locked it. You watch him with raised eyebrows. "I heard you loud and clear." He says before leaned and pecked your lips. "You want kids?"

You realized what his intention too late, he shut your lips with his before you can muttered a response. When he finally pulled to give you a break to catch some air, he continued with a sly smile that immediately made your heart skipped a beat. "I can give you kids," he bite into your neck and left his mark there. He looked at your flustered face and says...

The next morning in Kyoto Principal Office...

"What..." Gakuganji held the letter in his trembling hands. "What the hell is this!?!"

Dear Principal,

Yesterday after we failed to kidnap Gojo Satoru's wife, she gave us a hearty warm dinner. We now realized that we do not want to be a sorcerer. We don't know what we want to be when we become an adult certainly not become a scary and old grumpy principal like you lmao. But Y/N-san has taught us so many life lesson and encouraged us to chase after our dreams. Therefore, with this letter we announced our retirement as sorcerers and your henchmen.

With all respect which is none,

Sorcerer A and B

Lol i don't know about this one but i hope you're having a fun time with this just like i do!

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#gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojou satoru x you #gojou x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru

[visiosatanae]

The Gauntlet

Chapter 2: Wrath

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dewdrop/F!Reader | Sister of Sin

(CW: Smut, Rough sex with a ghoul, Violence, Blood)

Ao3 Link Ch 1

I spent the rest of the afternoon contemplating my strategy for the Gauntlet, as Sister Imperator called it. I figured Sloth and Gluttony would be easy enough and could be done by myself, and almost everyone in the Ministry was always down for a quick fuck so Lust wouldn't be an issue either. But for the others I'd have to get creative.��

Eventually I found myself in one of the smaller chapels of the Ministry, having wandered there without realizing. It was quiet, only a few Siblings sitting amongst the pews. This place in particular was best for quiet worship and inner contemplation. Exactly what I needed. 

I took a seat towards the back. I couldn't help but sigh, which echoed slightly with how quiet it was in the room. My mind was racing with the mass influx of information I had received today. I wasn’t sure how to process any of it, let alone plan out how I was going to perform seven deadly sins within seven days. Obviously it wasn't impossible, but where to even start? And was I worthy of such a position even if I did manage to complete it? 

My eyes glossed over the stained glass of the chapel, taking in the scenes of Ministry lore. They eventually landed on the iconography of the Dark Lord Himself. Staring into His eyes made something click in my mind, my decision made in an instant. 

I had always liked a challenge anyways… 

… 

The next morning my ears were trained on the conversations around me as I made my way through the dining hall with breakfast. I didn’t normally care much for the whereabouts of the ghouls, but today I had a bone to pick with one in particular. 

I noticed a table of younger Siblings, giggling amongst themselves and I figured they'd be my best bet. I sat with my food a few feet away, listening intently to their not so private conversation as I picked at my muffin. 

"Yes! More have been summoned lately, they're all so feral still!" one Sister said, blushing at her own implication. 

"Has anyone seen the Cardinal's fire ghoul yet? I heard he's got a real bad temper. I'm worried about running into him," said another Sister. 

Bingo

"Yeah, his name is Dewdrop," a Brother replied, leaning in and lowering his voice. "Makes sense why he'd be so angry all the time if that's the name they gave him." 

"No, I think it's because he's compensating for something," I interjected, the other Siblings turning to look at me. "And not just his height," I smirked. 

A couple Sisters giggled nervously, eyes darting around as if anxious of him currently being in the room. "What makes you say that?" The Brother asked. 

I shrugged. "Just a hunch. But I've known plenty of people with the same issues. Why would a ghoul be any different?" I was lying through my teeth, but these guys wouldn't question me. I was an older Sibling with a lot more experience than them. As expected, they all started murmuring to themselves about what I had said about Dew. I sipped my coffee as my plan took affect. Word travelled fast through the Ministry and with any luck I'd have results by this afternoon. 

…

My steps echoed along the walls of the corridors as I wandered through the Abbey, taking care to walk through every shadow and dark hallway I could in the hope a certain someone would take the bait. I wasn’t sure if my heart was racing from fear or adrenaline, but the reason didn’t really matter. Pumping blood would help lure out any ghoul that was hunting.

Sure enough, I didn’t have to wait long before I felt something wrap around my waist and quickly pull me into a random storage closet. The door slammed shut and I only had time to let out a yelp before a clawed hand clamped over my mouth, stifling any other noise I could make. 

"Heard you were talking shit, Sister," a low voice growled in my ear. "Where was that attitude yesterday when you were flat on the floor, huh?" Dew held me close to his body with his tail, the heat emanating off of him in waves. 

I took a chance at elbowing him in the ribs, biting down hard on the hand covering my mouth. His howl within the confined space was overwhelming, but my maneuver wasn't as effective for escape as I'd hoped. I felt myself being slammed against the wall, his forearm pressing down on my throat. 

"The fuck was that?" Even in the dark closet I could see his fangs glinting in a sneer. "Are you just trying to piss me off?" 

You have no idea, I thought as I thoroughly put the final nail in my coffin by spitting square in his face. He fumed at me, the glob of spit rolling down his cheek. I would have laughed if I wasn't about to die right then and there. 

Dew wiped his face, looking at his hand for a moment before jamming his fingers in my mouth, the tips of them touching the back of my throat and making me gag. "If you want rough, bitch, I'll give you fucking rough," he snarled, his hand grasping my jaw and bringing it down with enough force to bring me to my knees. 

I felt my head hit the wall behind me. Through my ringing ears I could hear a belt being undone and my eyes widened in the dim light at the length of him. "Still think I'm compensating for something?" He removed his fingers, only to replace them with his cock. His now free hand tore off my veil, wrapping itself in my hair and pulling. "Suck." I did so dutifully, although I didn't have much choice as his grip pushed me further down to his pubic bone. "If I feel teeth, I'll snap your neck before you can even think your final prayer." 

I nodded as much as I could, bobbing my head while his hand remained fisted in my hair. He made me take his entire length each time, my nose pressing into the patch of hair above his cock. Dew groaned as his hips rolled, still angry as hell but finally allowing himself to take pleasure in my mouth. I did my part in keeping him satisfied, tears streaming down my face as I struggled to breathe around him. Every time he pushed all the way in I gagged, and he seemed to relish in how my throat contracted around the head of his cock with every thrust. 

After he'd finally had enough, he pulled me back by my hair. I coughed, gasping on air again. He yanked me up until I was back on my feet, back pressed against the wall. His hand moved from my hair to my throat, the ability to breathe quickly fleeting. I clawed at his wrist as I choked. 

"Sluts like you need to remember their place," he hissed, his other hand roughly hiking up my habit to my waist. I tried to shake my head but was only met with the sound of my underwear being torn away. His hand cupped my pussy and he paused, huffing in surprise. "You're absolutely soaked, Sister," he chuckled. "Is this the only way you can get off? By messing with dangerous ghouls?" 

I whimpered, my face flushed, not even realizing how wet I'd gotten from his abuse. I didn't have time to ponder whether this was a new kink or not because the head of his cock was already rubbing along my slit, easily becoming coated in slick. He groaned, his face burying itself into my shoulder as he pressed himself fully inside, not wasting any time in starting a brutal pace. My head slammed into the wall causing the shelves of cleaning supplies to shake with every thrust. My mind started going fuzzy from the continued lack of air and I could only cling to him for dear life. 

Despite how rough he was, I couldn't help how tightly my cunt squeezed around him, his cock dragging along my inner walls and hitting that sweet spot inside with every thrust. I could tell it was working him up quickly, his moans and snarls coming more frequently against my skin as he pounded into me. 

I came back to reality for a moment as claws dug into my skin, tearing at the collar of my habit and reducing it to shreds. "Gonna mark you up nice and good," Dew panted into my skin, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Can't have you forgetting what it means to fuck around with me." 

He groaned as his hips shuddered, biting down hard into my shoulder. I let out a silent scream, my own hips rutting against his as he unloaded into me. Even his cum felt burning hot as it flooded my insides. I gave a strangled cry as I forcibly came around him, milking his cock of everything he had. It was only when he finished that he finally released my throat, letting me crumple to the dirty floor of the closet. 

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing my blood across his face as he looked down at my pathetic state. "Not bad," he licked his lips. "Let me know if you wanna do this again sometime." I watched with blurry vision as he tucked himself away, straightening out his clothes before opening the door into the corridor. "Thanks for the fuck, Sister," he chuckled before leaving me in the dark again. 

"No, thank you." I groaned quietly, praying to Satan that I didn't go through all of that for nothing. 

#the band ghost #ghost fic #sister of sin #siblings of sin #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop x reader #dewdrop x sister of sin #visific #so i had my gf beta this for me #she only knows anything about ghost because of what i've told her #and she said this chapter made her chest flutter #i'm considering that a win heh